Mistress Ayn and Goddess Samantha have a fresh new piece of meat bound to their cross. His hands and feet are bound so there is no escape from the relentless onslaught of tickling they are about to deliver. The ladies are looking for some comic relief, and they laugh just as hard as the tickle slave, as they go after all of his most sensitive tickle spots, including armpits, stomach, legs, taint, arms, and balls. When the slave asks what his safe word is, Mistress Ayn laughs as she tells him "There's No Safe Word In Tickling"