Switchy Tickle Writer~Not the dom you're looking for

When he laid back down, he was surprised that the tingly feeling remained. It seemed to spread onto his arms and legs. The air wasn’t hitting him, but the goosey sensation persisted.

Suddenly, a feminine voice spoke into the room. “Did you think you could hide from me so easily, Malefax?”

His eyes sprang open, his mind becoming fully alert.

This time when he tried to sit up, he couldn’t. His back was stiff as a board and his limbs felt leaden. He couldn’t even turn his head to look around the room. “Wha…what’s going on?” Louis asked, glad to find that at least his lips could open. “I can’t move.”

A moment later, a woman dressed in black and purple stepped into view. She had an hourglass figure with an ample bosom and long, black hair. It shifted to indigo as she moved through the moonlight and sat beside him on the bed.

“Why can’t I move? How are you doing this?”

She drew closer, so close that her prominent nose was almost touching his. He could see a beauty mark on her cheek and thick dark lashes lining her eyelids. Her mouth was plump and painted in black matte lipstick. She sneered at him, setting one long black nail on his chest and tapping it impatiently.

“Don’t play coy. You’ve never been good at it. Besides, I know your weakness.”

The woman dragged the tip of her pointed claw up to his collarbone then trailed toward his nipple. She drew a few slow circles around it as he hummed with repressed giggles.

“W-what are you mmhmhm doing to me? Why can’t I mmhmhm move?” he asked again.

“I used an immobilization hex on you, my silly little pet. As you very well know. You used it on me to great effect, if you recall.” She added the rest of her fingernails, making them dance around his bare chest.

“I don’t!,” he squeaked. “I doooohohoon’t know who you are! I sw-swear!”

“You don’t fool me. I know it’s you, Malefax.”

“Please. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Whoooohoohoo are you?”

She ignored him, tracing ever closer to his nipples. “A conjurer of your prowess posing as a human. I can’t think of anything more embarrassing. Well, except maybe…” she said, reaching both of his stiff nubs at once. “…being turned on by tickling,” the raven-haired vixen finished. She pressed the pads of her forefingers into his helpless nipples and wiggled them swiftly.

He gasped before releasing a barrage of giggles. How does she know my secret? Louis wondered. Panic seeped into his blood as he tried and failed to move.

She smirked in satisfaction, pinching his left nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Then she rolled it back and forth. “Hexed harpies! They’re already so stiff.”  

“Waaaaaait!” he wailed. “What are you talking about? There’s been a mistake.”

“I don’t think so, Malefax. You’re already getting hard, and I’ve haven’t even started tickle torturing you. Yet. How do you think I found you hiding among the humans, my foxy little Faxy? Your naughty fetish gave it away.”

“Please. I don’t know what you’re t-talking about.”

“Owe. Is the poor baby boy confused as to how I found him?” She climbed onto his immovable body and straddled his waist, staring down into his eyes.

Thrills of lust flashed through him and his cheeks grew pink.

“See, I happened upon one of your wards the other day,” she went on. “That’s how I knew you were in the area. After that, a simple seeking spell revealed all the objects hidden nearby.” As the woman spoke, she took hold of his left wrist and dragged his arm up over his head. It felt like he was raising his hand to ask a question in class.

“I had to sift through the many curiosities these humans conceal in their homes. Bizarre things. But kinks like yours are rare, even among those weirdos,” she said, slipping his arm under his own pillow. Then she left it there and did the same thing to his right arm, tucking it beneath the fluffy pillow on the other side of his head.

He could feel his hands touching the headboard, but he couldn’t lift a finger.

“Ohhhoo, my! Hmhm-hmhm! I’m not himmhmhm! I’m not him! I s-s-swear!”

"And now I know exactly where all your naughty little ticklish treasures are hidden." She put her nails on his round belly and made spirals before skimming onto his sides.

“You s-s-swear?” the witch mocked in a baby-talk voice. “Then why are you getting so horny from a teensy-weensy touch of tickles?” She grazed up his sides to his armpits. Her pointed nails parted the hair like a rake through leaves. Then she scritched the sensitive hollows.

Louis laughed boisterously as he tried to think of an explanation. Unfortunately, his thoughts were sluggish. The sensation of being helplessly tickled had clouded his mind in a subby haze of desire.

Admitting I have a tickle fetish doesn’t seem smart, he thought. It would only confirm her suspicion about me being this Malefax. Whoever he is.

“I can feel you getting harder and harder between my legs.” She squirmed around on him as if getting comfortable. “If I have the wrong man, why is this turning you on so much? Hmm?”

“I…hahaha,” he stuttered between laughs. “There’s a h-hot girl on top of me. Hahaha! Whaahaha… what do you expect?”

“I’d expect shock and fear from a defenseless human. Not arousal. And that blissed-out look on your face says you love being tickled. Admit it, Malefax, or suffer the consequences.”

Louis was stunned, but that couldn’t stop his body’s natural reaction. His fear didn’t make him any less curious about the consequences she threatened. He bit his lip and waited to see what she would do next.

When he didn’t respond after a few seconds, she grinned wickedly. “Suffering it is.” Her fingers sank into his love handles and tickled them silly, making him jiggle with laughter. She squeezed up and down his sides until he was hooting. Then she scrabbled at his hairy pits for a minute before returning to his belly to start the rotation over.

All he could do was take it and cackle hysterically. When her nails danced onto his lower belly, the ticklishness was unbearable. It was so ruinous that Louis wanted to curl into a ball, but his body wouldn’t budge. Instead, he let out a high-pitched screech of laughter.

“Oh my. Is it so incredibly tickly right there?” Her left hand moved from his hip to join the right. Then her nails whisked in terribly ticklish circles all over his pelvis.

“AHAHAHA! OHHH NOOO! I CAN’T! HAHAHA! IT TICKLES!”

“Good. Laugh as loud as you like, my helpless pet. No one can hear you with a cone of silence surrounding this quaint little house. That’s why I left your lips free of the jinx. I want to hear your pathetic pleas for mercy you’re never going to receive.”

“Oh God,” he whimpered as she scootched down onto his thighs.

Her fingers crept under the elastic band of his boxers and teased the skin beneath. Then she gripped his underwear in both hands and slid them down, exposing the ultratender flesh of his lower abdomen. She kept pulling them down until the base of his cock peeked out.

He couldn’t help looking down to see what her tickly fingers were about to do to him.

“And do you know why I left your eyes free to wander?”

He glanced up and saw mischief painting her gorgeous face.

“I know how you like to watch.” She winked at him before tickle-attacking his pelvis.

Louis wasn’t sure how much time passed as she tickled him relentlessly. Her hands leapt from one ultraticklish spot to the next. Nimble fingers snuck into every nook and cranny to explore him for ticklishness. She didn’t slow down until he was panting breathlessly.

“Still not willing to talk, eh?” The witch asked, dragging her fingers up his sides and into his underarms again. “Well, if you won’t admit it, we have ways to tease it out of you.”

He swallowed. “W-w-we? Who’s we?”

“Bubble bubble, nails that scuttle. Now you’re in for some double trouble,” another woman said. Her voice was effervescent, and she had thick, blond and pink hair.

“You remember Juno Moonshadow from my coven. She’s known for turning men into mice, and she doesn’t even need a transformation spell to do it. I’ve seen her make the strongest and most arrogant of men into adoring, obedient toys.”

“Why thank you, Willow. You’ve been an excellent student,” she said as she strolled along the bed, taking in the scene. She looked him up and down in appraisal. Her ice blue eyes lingered on the wet spot on his boxers. Then she smiled lustfully. “You seem to have his top half well in-hand. I’ll tickle these great big feet of his.”

“No! Anything but that!” Louis shrieked. His feet were horribly ticklish. The less he could move, the more sensitive they became. Being totally immobilized would make it insufferable. He knew they’d force him to suffer it all the same. “Not my feet! Please!”

“Hush now, Malefax. You can’t stop us.” Juno chastised, taking a seat in midair at the foot of the bed. It looked like she was in an invisible chair. “I’m sure you’ve tried to free yourself by now. We’ve shielded you from your powers.”

“That’s right,” Willow agreed. She moved up his thighs, mounting him again. “There’s no escape, so accept your ticklish fate. You’re powerless.” She spread her legs more and perched atop his cotton-concealed hardon. When she snuggled her warmth against it, he melted inside.

Louis longed to grab her hips and grind into her. He wanted her to strip him bare and tickle him softly while she rode him to a ticklegasm. Could I be so lucky? he thought.

Instead, she snatched his sides and pressed her thumbs into his ribs. She kneaded them roughly as her nails tittered on his sides. A second later, a soft fingertip brushed his right arch.

His foot tried to flex, but it felt like it was encased in an invisible cement block. He whined as Juno traced along his medial line all the way to the ball of his foot. She spiraled around it a few times before trailing her finger under his toes.

The whine in his throat blossomed into wailing laughter. “Nooohohohooo! Please don’t tickle me there! Oh God! Not right there! Please!”

“Don’t tickle me there. Oh God,” she mimicked in a crude attempt at his accent. “Not right there. Please.” Juno chuckled mirthlessly. Then she started raking her nails back and forth under his toes. Her other hand leapt up to attack the ball of his foot at the same time.

“NO NAILS! HAHAHA! NOT THAT! They’re toooooohooo tickly!”

Willow gave him a pouty look. “You don’t think her nails are more tickly than mine, do you?” She scrabbled up his torso and burrowed her sharp claws into his defenseless armpits.

“Noooo! Yours hahahaha! Yours are t-terrible tooooo! HAHAHA! SO TERRIBLE!”

“Oh, my poor tickly boy toy. We’re going to torture you all night.” She rocked back and forth atop him, and her silk panties rubbed against the bulge in his boxers. The look in her violet eyes said she knew exactly what she was doing.

He reflexively tried to buck his hips and grind into her, but his body remained stubbornly frozen. His muscles wouldn’t react to the prompts from his mind. All he could do was grow more erect beneath her and guffaw with forced laughter.

His armpits were bad, but nothing compared to the torment Juno unleashed on his foot. She’d moved up to twiddle his toes while the other hand scribbled all over his helpless sole. It tickled so much that colors popped in his vision.

When the witch separated his toes, they remained spread as if he were wearing a toe spacer at a nail salon. She gently scratched the tender skin between his toes, then she started sucking each of them one by one. When her lips moved down and kissed his sole, he thought his head might explode. She planted passionate kisses down his arch before the nibbles began.

“Ahhhahaha! OH GOD! Haaa-haaa! HAVE MERCY ON MY SOLE!”

“This sole is far too ticklish for mercy,” she replied. “I just can’t stop tickle torturing this tender foot of yours. It’s too much fun. I better bring in some reinforcements for the other one.”

“Oh, good idea, Juno. I think I will too.”

They stopped tickling, lifting their hands off him. Their fingers danced in the moonlight as they both whispered something in an unintelligible language. It gave him a brief respite to gulp down as much air as he could.

Willow climbed off his waist and examined his drenched boxers, clicking her tongue chidingly. “Such a dirty boy. These are soaked.” She snapped her fingers, and the underwear vanished. His rock-hard cock catapulted upward, flinging beads of his essence across the bed.

Louis gasped, flushing with embarrassment as the girls snickered at him.

“That’s better,” Willow cooed. Then she grabbed his right leg and towed it across the bed. “Now we can really get to the root of that evil inside you.”

Juno snatched his other leg and pulled it in the opposite direction. The witches spread his legs out as far as they would go, exposing his swollen loins and inner thighs. Then Willow sat between his legs while Juno sprawled out beside him. She put her feet toward his face and her hands next to his left foot.

Before he could recapture his wits, Louis spotted something white drifting through the room. As it drew closer, he realized it was a large fluffy feather with a pointed quill on the tip. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it before another one came floating into the room. Then another and another.

A parade of feather quills soared toward the bed and surrounded him. The air from the fan made them flutter tauntingly as they hovered over his helpless body. Four of them hung before his right foot while the others spread out strategically above his most ticklish spots.

“What! What is this! How are you doing this?!” Louis squealed as the feathers inched closer to his goose-pebbled skin. The first one struck on his foot. It flitted down the center of his sole then spun around his heel. The second nestled into his arch and started sweeping back and forth across his sole.

Tingles shot up his leg, radiating even more heat to his manhood. Breathy giggles burst free from him as the final two feathers began weaving through his toes. “My God! They’re so soft! Ohhh f-fuck,” he groaned.

“Aw, are the tickly feathers too soft for your big ole foot?” Juno teased, flexing her feet in his face. The velvet wrinkles smoothed as she stretched them out and wriggled her toes.

“Yesssss,” he admitted, staring into her supple soles. Louis ached to press his lips into those perfect feet and worship them. He imagined what they’d feel like on his face and knew it’d be heavenly.

Sadly, his reverie was broken when another feather swept up his left side. His eyes leapt to it just as another flounced up his opposite side.

Both of the feathers began twirling in his pits as another pair took over his sides. They raced up and down repeatedly, getting quicker in each pass. One rested horizontally across his belly and began to spin. A few more joined it, lining up in rows to twist on his chest, nipples, ribs, and pelvis. Two more settled between his legs and sawed his inner thighs.

A second later, the witches joined in the fun. Their adept hands found every scrap of skin that wasn’t already being teased by the swift-but-gentle feathers.

Juno’s nails scribbled his left sole while her tongue lapped at his toes.

Willow gripped his kneecaps with her nails and wobbled them around. She climbed the tops of his thighs until she found a place that forced out his belly-laugh. Then she started squeezing the twin tickle spots over and over.

He laughed uproariously as the women and their magical feather quills tickled him ceaselessly. All of it tickled so badly, he couldn’t even beg them to stop. Every nerve in his body felt electric. His muscles tensed, but his body remained inexorably still. It went on and on until his voice was hoarse.

Only then did the witches slow their torturesome raking to a lighter touch.

  The feather revolving on his pelvis crept lower and lower. Soon, it was teasing the base of his cock. At the same time, the ones tickling his thighs started fluttering over his taught bollocks. They were so engorged that the slight, constant flicking of the feather sent his head into a spiral of need.

Willow directed the feather from his upper chest downward, and it poised itself over his cock. Then it snaked around it, tightening snuggly on his shaft. The vane began to recoil up and down it like a silky spring. The downy tendrils brushed his dick while the floofy tip teased the head.

Moans broke through his titters as the feather edged him closer to the brink. When he was about to erupt, the witches sniggered. They added more pressure to their nails, picking up speed on his vulnerable foot, toes, and thighs. In seconds, he was howling with laughter and leaking uncontrollably all over himself.

“OHHHOOHOO! PLEASE! I’m soooo k-k-k. I’m so close! Only j-j-j only gentle tickles! Please! I’m tooohoooo SENSITIVE. Hahaha! Not the nails! Pleeeeeeease! MERCY!”

“Good boy,” Juno said. “Beg for mercy that will never come.”

“Mercy may not come, but I think something else might.” Willow pointed at his pulsing cock. It was still intwined in the snug feather. Her hand darted up to tease his balls with her nails, and the feathers parted for her. One began whisking around the sides while the other floated lower to dust the ultrasensitive flesh beneath his balls.

It felt so good but tickled so bad at the same time. His brain was going haywire. He was so desperate to cum, he didn’t think the tickling would hold it off much longer. Although he was frozen solid, his bones rattled inside. Louis shuddered with carnal need. His balls were so tight with pressure that the witch’s nails felt like lightening.

It was ticklish ecstasy unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He felt the build-up before the inevitable release.

That’s when the feather stroking him off loosened. It drifted up his torso, giving him a few sweeps along the way. Then it perched on his chest and began polishing his neck.

“Noooo!” he cried in despair. He’d been so close, but he couldn’t even hump the air. Some of the feathers upended themselves so that the quill side was dragging across his oversensitive skin. “Noooo! P-p-please. Mmmm Make them stop. Let meeehee. Let me.”

“You didn’t think we would let you get off that easily. Did you?” Willow asked. His cock throbbed urgently as precum streamed down it. He was so needy that his eyes crossed. Drool leaked from the corner of his mouth.

“No no no, silly boy. You won’t be getting off anytime soon,” the other witch taunted. “And once you do, we’re going to tickle you even worse.”

“That’s right. Then we’ll make you cum again. And again. We’ll drain you completely dry and then tickle you some more.”

Juno nodded in agreement as she crawled over him and laid on his opposite side. Then she started whisking her prickly nails on his pelvis and taint. “You’re in for a very long night of tickle torture. A very long night indeed.”

To Be Continued

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