My Mom the Tickling Dom

Danielle's Fetish Part 1 (f/f)

One year before meeting Amanda, she sat in her room and got onto her bed. She threw her backpack to the side and went over to her bookshelf. Most of the books on the bookshelf were normal books. But behind these books were other's she didn't want others to see. It was a secret of hers. She grabbed one of these books and got onto her bed. It was titled Laughing Monsters. This book, like the others, is about tickling, a fetish of Danielle's. Although she had never experienced the real thing, she enjoyed expressing her love for tickling by reading stories. But the more she read about tickling, the more she wanted to be tickled. For now, the books would do, but there was a problem.

"That's the end of that book," Danielle went back over to her bookshelf to put the book away and grab the next one, "Oh no, that was my last book," she checked the whole shelf to make sure she didn't miss anything but then realized she really had read all of her tickling books. She had been going to the bookstore in town, it was huge and had everything. But it was embarrassing to go in there with everyone, and they didn't always have the books she was looking for.

Danielle thought about what to do, but that was figured out for her. Her dad wanted her to go out and run an errand. So, Danielle got in her car and drove off. While she was driving she looked out and noticed something interesting. It was a bookstore she had never heard of before. She debated with herself whether she should stop and check it out or not. Her curiosity got the best of her and she stopped to check out this bookstore. As she got closer she noticed that this was actually an adult bookstore. She hesitated going further but she began thinking that this would be the place to find tickling stories. Upon entering, she found the place was surprisingly clean and tidy inside. She got right to looking for her fetish stories, but she ran into a woman.

"Are you having trouble finding what you're looking for?" The woman asked.

"I-I was just looking," Danielle responded shyly.

"If you need any help, just ask me."

"Do you work here?" Danielle asked.

"Yes, I own this place. It's unusual to have a young woman like you here."

"I wasn't expecting a woman," Danielle responded.

"I can understand that," the woman responded, "Let me know if you have any questions."

"Actually," Danielle stopped the woman, "Do you have any tickling fetish stories?"

The woman gave a surprised look and then answered, "Follow me."

The woman took Danielle to a shelf in the back labeled "Tickling Stories".

"Wow, you have a whole section just for tickling stories?" Danielle asked the woman about what she was seeing.

"I get plenty of customers looking for these kinds of stories," the woman answered a little nervously.

Danielle became lost in the collection of stories that appealed to her fetish. She looked through all the stories and picked out the few she wanted to buy. She would have bought all of them if she had the money. She took them up to the front where the woman was now.

"So you have a tickling fetish?" The woman asked Danielle.

Danielle was taken back by her question, "Yeah."

"We have lots of books about tickling here, so come again."

"I think I will."

"What is your name?" The woman asked.

"Danielle."

"My name is Lisa. Have a great day and I look forward to when you come back."

"Thanks."

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Danielle returned home after finishing her errands. She quickly made her way up to her room to begin reading her books she just bought. But as she read, she began thinking about tickling, about what the woman said. Could there be other tickle fetishists out there? How many were there? Was this fetish actually acceptable?

Danielle realized she had been thinking about these questions instead of reading. She put down her book and laid down.

"Why do I have these questions?" Danielle asked herself.

Her thoughts soon changed to fantasies. She imagined herself being pinned down and tickled all over her body.

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In her fantasy, Danielle was naked and tied to a chair. A woman walked in wearing only a bikini. She carried a bag and set it down right next to Danielle.

"You're going to tell me what I want to know," the woman told Danielle.

"I will never tell you," Danielle responded.

"Then I guess I have to convince you."

The woman opened up her bag and pulled out a feather.

"Let's see what this will do~"

The woman began to feather Danielle's neck making her giggle and try to move her neck away from the tickling.

"You can't escape these tickles~"

"Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee," Danielle giggled.

The feather traveled down to her ribs and then her belly and then her legs while Danielle giggled in response.

"I think you like that too much I'm going to have to try something else~"

She went back to the bag and put away the feather and brought out a couple of toothbrushes.

"Let's see how you like these~"

She turned them on and brought them to Danielle's sides.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"There's the laughter I'm looking for~" the woman said pleased, "Now are you going to give up and tell me?"

The woman took the toothbrushes away for a second to give Danielle a chance to answer.

"No, I won't tell you," Danielle answered her between heavy breaths.

"Okay, more tickles then~"

One toothbrush dipped down into Danielle's belly button while the other was taken around her ribs and belly. Danielle laughed hard, but didn't break.

"What's it going to take to break you?" The woman asked a little frustrated.

She put the toothbrushes away and brought out a bottle of baby oil. She rubbed it all over Danielle's belly.

"This will get you to talk."

The woman began digging her fingers into Danielle's sides making Danielle burst out laughing.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Just give up already, you can make this stop."

"OHOHOKAY!!! I GIHIHIVE UP!!!"

Danielle finally surrendered.

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Meanwhile, Danielle was becoming aroused by her fantasy. She reached between her legs and began to finger herself. The more she focused on her fantasy,, the more aroused she became. She had tried avoiding this, but her thoughts made it impossible. She kept this up until she reached an orgasm. Then, she collapsed on her bed and relaxed.