The Priestess Of Laughter 6 Part 1
Jenny got up and was going to see the followers when she heard loud laughter coming from Carl's Dungeon. She peaked in and saw that Carl was having an early morning purification session with Karen. For the last three months Carl had dedicated his full attentions to Karen's purification with at least three daily sessions of at least two hours each, but sometimes he would stay in the dungeon with Karen all day or deep into the night for extra long sessions that would last 5-6 hours. This intensive treatment beside purificating her soul, was making Karen, who once was a strict Domme, become very submissive to Carl who she felt was becoming her Master. Karen was wearing just a G string leaving her enormous breasts and round, large bottom cheeks bare. Her bottom cheeks looked like two huge white globes, with very pale skin just like her extremely large breasts. Karen was hanging from the ceiling with her feet on the floor, her hands were encased in a pair of black leather mittens that were attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, her ankles cuffed together and secured to a bolt on the floor, ropes tied together her legs just above her knees. She was totally helpless and stretched, and could only wiggle around slightly. She was being tickled to insanity by Carl, who was standing behind her and was spider tickling her huge, insanely ticklish breasts all over. Karen's laughter was echoing in the dungeon, she was laughing hysterically, loudly, with continuous fits of desperate, uncontrollable laughter. Jenny couldn't help but enjoy the sight. She stood there peaking in the dungeon for some time. She thought it was amazing how ticklish Karen's breasts were. Carl started feathering them with two large, soft, fluffy feathers, large enough to cover Karen´s breasts entirely. He was feathering her breasts alternating a swirling motion to an up and down one, slowly and lightly. This made Karen explode with hearty, loud laughter. Her face was all red, her cheeks streamed by tears of laughter as she was shaking her head wildly from side to side. Carl was totally relentless, Karen needed deep purification and he loved to hear her desperate laughter and to see her in complete ticklish agony. He then feathered Karen's large, round bottom cheeks which made her wiggle, shake and laugh intensely. With the legs tied together Karen's bottom cheeks looked so large, so full and round. Carl had found out that Karen's huge bottom cheeks were extremely ticklish as well, and since then he had always incorporated at least 30 minutes of bottom cheeks tickling in Karen's purification sessions. He got the best results when he would spider tickle her bottom cheeks lightly and gently with his fingertips all over. That would make Karen laugh and pull desperately at the restraints almost as hard as when her breasts got tickled. Jenny loved watching Karen's bottom cheeks tickled like that, and toroughly enjoyed her wild reactions. After about 15 minutes Jenny left and went to see the other followers, the morning sight she had just witnessed made her tingle and wanting to administer the purification sessions with more passion and dedication. As Jenny walked away she could still hear Karen's hysterical laughter as Carl started digging with his wiggling fingers in her hyper ticklish underarms. The first follower scheduled was Joe, a 24 years old african american who had recently joined the congregation. His admission had been recommended by Karen who knew him very well and knew he was extremely ticklish as well. Joe had actually been Karen's collared slave for five years before she joined the congregation in order to purificate her soul. During those five years Karen was used to subject Joe to daily, long, merciless, sadistic tickle torture sessions, as his extreme ticklishness was exploited in order to make him totally submissive to his owner. So Jenny contacted him and offered him to join the congregation which he accepted as he felt he needed purification of the soul after having been leading a BDSM lifestyle for many years. Jenny toroughly enjoyed taking care of Joe's purification as he was really insanely ticklish, especially under his arms and on his ribs. The Priestess of Laughter had Joe restrained to the T cross in dungeon. He was wearing just briefs. Jenny approached him, dropped her cloak to the floor revealing her voluptuous body, with her massive, extremely large breasts, and her very full, round, large buttom cheeks as she wore just a G string and high heeled black leather boots. She looked so beautiful with her long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, even though she had a very serious expression on her face. She told Joe his purification session was about to begin. She then just sat on Joe's legs facing him. He could feel her large, very soft bottom cheeks sitting on his legs and could see Jenny's huge bare breasts hanging free inches from his own chest. But he felt so vulnerable with his arms strapped to the sides on the T cross. With 4 straps for each arm they were immobile, leaving his underarms so open. Jenny inserted her fingers in Joe's deep hollows and started scraping with her nails there gently and lightly. It was like Joe had been electrocuted. He let a loud scream, pulled at the restraints with all his strength before exploding with the loudest laughter Jenny had ever heard. Jenny was amazed at Joe's ticklishness, his underarms were really crazy, insanely ticklish. She loved it, she kept wiggling her nails relentlessly and mercilessly in Joe's deep hollows for 20 minutes nonstop, during which Joe kept laughing like a wild man, shaking his head from side to side, snorting, begging, laughing hysterically again. He felt totally trapped and at the mercy of Jenny's fingers. She tickled him for about two hours, mainly on his underarms, but spent quite a long time on his extremely ticklish ribs, making him continuously explode with loud, hearty, desperate laughter. Jenny noticed that the tickling Joe was subjected to was making him aroused, especially when she lightly tickled his underarms, so she decided to tease him a little by lightly brushing her huge dangling breasts against his chest as she kept gently tickling his underarms. She would alternate 4-5 minutes of teasing, gentle underarm tickling while brushing her breasts against Joe, to 15-20 minutes of merciless, nonstop, furious tickling digging deep in Joe's underarms with her fingers making him howl with desperate, hysterical laughter. When the session was over Jenny just got up, put her cloak back on and left. She told Joe that the Lord of the Castle wanted to see him by the end of the day and that she would come and get him. Jenny's day went on with the other followers purification sessions. She had a very intense session with Rebecca, her favorite female follower, strapped securely to the X frame. The Priestess of Laughter tickled Rebecca horribly ticklish underarms mercilessly and relentlessly for over two hours with very few, short breaks when she saw Rebecca was to the point of near insanity, laughing like a wild woman possessed by the devil, hysterically and loudly, snorting loudly, pulling desperately at the restraints, shaking her head wildly from side to side, her face a mask of laughter, tears running down her all red cheeks. Jenny would then stop for 1-2 minutes before start tickling again the follower's excruciatingly ticklish underarms with even more passion and abandon. Since Carl had been taking care personally of Karen's sessions he had had less time to dedicate to Jenny, so at least 2-3 times a week Rebecca had been taking care of Jenny purification sessions, tickling Jenny's underarms and breasts to insanity. Carl thought that Rebecca's job as Jenny's tickler was very good anyway, probably even more intense and effective that he was. He really enjoyed watching those two tickling each other mercilessly. But he also still enjoyed very much tickling Jenny intensely and relentlessly 3-4 times a week. As Jenny was done for the day she went and got Joe and escorted him towards the wing of the castle where Carl, Jenny and Karen resided. She let him into Carl's office who was waiting for him. Carl told Joe that his admission to the congregation had been recommended by his former Domme who had joined the congregation a few months earlier. She was undergoing an intensive purification schedule which Carl was taking care of personally. Carl then told Joe that he thought having Joe help him sometimes with Karen's purification sessions would be very effective and produce great results also from a psychological point of view as he had been her collared slave for five years. Joe could not believe what he was hearing, he didn't know his former Domme was a member of the congregation, and he knew she was extremely ticklish. Several times when he had been her slave, he had accidentally stroked her body and she would always jump and have wild reactions, and that was always reason for severe punishment for him, which meant hours of merciless, sadistic tickle torture especially on his underarms as he was strapped securely in Karen's dungeon. Carl told Joe that right now Karen was restrained in his private dungeon, and that he wanted Joe to go there and tickle her until Carl would come and tell him to stop. Carl told Joe to concentrate on her underarms mainly, but also on Karen's buttom cheeks. He told Joe to tickle her underarms with his fingers digging deep into them while wiggling them, or spider tickle them, or trace them up and down with his index fingers only. Carl knew those were the best ways of tickling Karen's hyper ticklish underarms and got the best results in terms of laughter. He then told Joe to use both his fingers and the feathers that were in the dungeon to tickle Karen's bottom cheeks. Carl finally told Joe to go, and Jenny escorted him to the dungeon. As they left Carl switched on the cameras in his private dungeon, sat on his couch and waited for Joe to get there. Jenny showed Joe the dungeon door, he opened it, stepped in and Jenny closed it from the outside. He looked inside and could not believe his eyes. There stood his former Domme, owner and torturer securely restrained and looking so helpless. She was wearing a very large (a JJ cup), sturdy, white bra that encased her enormous breasts. Carl thought that at least for the first few times it was not appropriate to have Karen topless. Karen was further wearing just a black G string which was remarkably contrasting with her very pale, white, fleshy bottom cheeks. Karen's arms were stretched over her head and to the sides, with her wrists locked into padded black leather cuffs that were attached to a beam over her. Her ankles were cuffed together and secured to a ring on the floor. Her legs were roped together above the knees. She was in a standing Y position with very little room to wiggle, as the wrist cuffs were solidly built in the beam and her arms were very stretched. Joe was amazed at the sight that was before his eyes. He slowly walked towards his former Domme. He noticed that the strict look she used to have was gone, replaced by a more submissive one thanks to the very intense and frequent tickling sessions Carl had subjected her for a few months. Karen recognised Joe, she asked him why he was there. Joe told him the Lord of the Castle had asked him to help him with her purification sessions. She was surprised to hear that, a worried look in her eyes. She asked Joe how he was supposed to help the Lord of the Castle with that. Joe replied he had been told to tickle her on her underarms and bottom cheeks. He was very close to Karen now, standing before her restrained body. She started to say "don't you dare" but she could not finish the phrase as Joe fingers started wiggling inside Karen's open, deep hollowed, unprotected and vulnerable underarms, which made her let a very high pitched scream before exploding with hysterical, loud laughter. Joe was like in a trance, he could not believe this was happening. His fingers just kept wiggling while digging deep into Karen's insanely ticklish underarms who was laughing like a mad woman possessed by the devil. She was howling with wild, loud laughter trying to ease the maddening sensation of her underarms being tickled so relentlessly, she would sometimes snort loudly in between hysterical, desperate laughter. Joe just kept digging in Karen's deep hollowed underarms, his fingers wiggling wildly. Karen was losing her mind, she had never been tickled this intense on her underarms.