Mistress Scarlet and Mistress Tess have never before had a slave quite as ticklish as this one. And so, there was only one thing that they were ever going to do: tie him up and torment him with relentless tickling.

He is lying naked, face-up, on the rack. His ankles are bound at either side to keep his legs apart, and his hands are tied above his head to expose his very tickly armpits. Heavy leather straps are across his body, restricting his movement. He really is just a totally helpless tickle slave.

The ladies are wearing latex outfits which show off their wonderful fig...

Mistress Scarlet and Mistress Tess have never before had a slave quite as ticklish as this one. And so, there was only one thing that they were ever going to do: tie him up and torment him with relentless tickling.

He is lying naked, face-up, on the rack. His ankles are bound at either side to keep his legs apart, and his hands are tied above his head to expose his very tickly armpits. Heavy leather straps are across his body, restricting his movement. He really is just a totally helpless tickle slave.

The ladies are wearing latex outfits which show off their wonderful figures and inviting deep cleavages. Mistress Scarlet’s toned long legs are adorned in sheer black pantyhose which also creates the perfect backdrop for her high cut black latex body with red feature trim. Mistress Tess in a stunning latex cleavage-enhancing body. Black leather over the knee boots completes the look.

If only their bound slave could see any of this vision of beauty. He, instead, is too worried about what is going to happen to him once their eager fingertips and perfectly manicured long sharp nails, painted in matching red, start to set his tickle receptors alight as if a million ants were crawling over his skin.

No part of his body is left untouched. From the soles of his feet to the inside of his thighs and the back of his legs, his groin, stomach, belly button, nipples, chest and of course his armpits; all are mercilessly tickled, teased and tormented while he alternates between laughter and screams of agony. His body twitches, his head flails from side to side and his feet flap uncontrollably, but the secure bondage means that there is no escape for him. “You can’t getaway. No, you can’t,” he is reminded.

His cries of “No, no,” are ignored. Nothing will stop the ladies having their fun. Even when Mistress Scarlet places a hand over his mouth to stifle his loud shrieks, their non-stop tickle continues. Their roars of laughter are infectious, and their dazzling smiles show just how much enjoyment they are clearly having at his considerable expense as they play with him throughout, treating him simply as their tickle toy.

After a full fifteen minutes of his constant suffering, the ladies finally relent. While they triumphantly high five each other and then display their beautiful red nails for one last time, he lies there with aching muscles in a pool of his own sweat, grateful that his ordeal has come to an end.