Date: Wed, 28 May 2008 22:46:27 +0200 (CEST)
From: Teresa Yam <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
Subject: Cindy's House-Sit Surprise (Lesbian Tickle Fetish)

If there's enough interest in this subject I will continue with some more
chapters.

CINDY'S HOUSE-SIT SURPRISE

Chapter One

(Where Cindy makes some new friends)

Our neighbours, the Sinclairs, had a lodger, Susan, who'd been with them
for about three months. She seemed to be a bit of a fly-by-night and, other
than saying hello when our paths crossed, which wasn't often, I didn't know
much about her. I guessed us to be about the same age, but that's where the
similarities ended.

She was often out, which meant I sometimes house-sat for the Sinclairs,
like if they were away for a few days. They didn't have kids of their own
so it wasn't like I had to play nanny or anything when they were away. It
was just housework and I had plenty of opportunity to do my college
coursework while I was there, and all in opulent luxury. I had the use of
widescreen plasma TV and the Jacuzzi, plus I could help myself to food and
drink, as long as I didn't go too mad. And of course there was the swimming
pool, which on a sweltering hot day like today was an absolute godsend
after the housework.

Except, that today - I would not be having it all to myself. I had company.
More than I ever expected...

On this particular weekend John and Wendy Sinclair were visiting some
friends in the north of England so once again I had been asked to sit in as
Susan wasn't sure she'd be around. This kind of casual arrangement suited
me fine, because most times they were away I was able to work it around my
studies, and vice versa, and of course the money was useful.

However, it turned out that Susan had decided to stick around and invited a
few girl friends round for a pool party. From what I could see of them
lying on the sun-loungers by the pool, they were a fairly attractive and
amiable bunch, lots of banter and laughter. But I was aware of them looking
at me behind their sunglasses as I went in and out of the house. I started
to feel a tad uncomfortable, wondering why they should find me so
interesting.

While I was emptying the third lot of rubbish, Susan came up behind me and
put her arm around my waist, giving me a little squeeze. I felt her warm
breath on my ear:

"Hi, Cindy. Look, why don't you join us all by the pool for some drinks and
nibbles when you're done..?"

"Oh, but I don't know anyone."

"You know me... and this lot are okay. Go on... What do you think? You'll
find a bikini on the bed in my room. You can wear that, then join us for a
sunbathe and a glass of wine or something. Come on, chill out with us.
It'll do you good."

I thanked her, saying that was sweet of her and I'd look forward to joining
them when my chores were completed. I watched her as she wiggled slowly
back towards the others, pinning her long chestnut hair up in readiness for
a sunbathe or swim. She hadn't been the friendliest of persons up till now,
barely bothering to answer me when I'd said hello in the past, so this
change of attitude took me a little by surprise. I couldn't help being a
bit skeptical. Maybe she just wanted to get me onside in case her friends
got a bit carried away and there were damages to explain when the Sinclairs
returned.

The house-sitting duties that day were easy enough. The place was already
pretty tidy from my last clean-up, so this time it was a quick `hoover'
over and a flick round with the duster, a couple more bins of rubbish to
bag up, and I was all done inside 45 minutes flat. It was time to change
out of my jeans and tee-shirt, put the bikini on and go out and join Susan
and her friends.

While I was upstairs in Cindy's bedroom I noticed a brown leather
`hold-all' on the bed, right next to a pink bikini. Curiosity got the
better of me and I just had to look inside, especially as it was already
half-unzipped. What I saw made my mouth drop open in amazement. I just
gawped. The bag contained a number of strange items that can only be
described as, well, to put it bluntly -- kinky gear.

I don't know what made me do it - intrigue and fascination I suppose, and
perhaps the fact that I'm just downright nosey at the best of times, but I
pulled all the stuff out and scattered it on the bed and had a really good
look.

While I'm no expert on the subject, I know bondage gear when I see it -
velvet-lined handcuffs, blindfolds, spankers, ticklers - it was all here,
including a thing that looked like a leather table-tennis bat. And I'm not
so naïve to know that the cylindrical white plastic thing that looked like
an electric toothbrush, wasn't actually for tickling the molars. I picked
it up and studied it. There was a button on the side. Of course I just had
to press it. Suddenly the tapered tip started wriggling around like a
demented worm. I couldn't resist a little chuckle.

My god, if this was Susan's property, what other naughty secrets might she
be hiding? I guess I must have lost track of time because I suddenly became
aware of someone behind me.

"Anything interesting?" A soft, sexy voice in my ear. I nearly jumped out
of my skin. I was left open-mouthed, holding the buzzing vibrator as the
wriggling worm performed its merry dance.

"Susan!" I gasped. "I didn't -- "

"You didn't what..? Didn't realize you enjoyed playing with toys..?"

"I -- I didn't mean..."

"Relax. I just popped up to see if you'd found the bikini. I'm sorry, I
forgot I'd left that stuff there." The vibrator was still whirring away.
"Perhaps you'd better switch that off for now."

I pressed the button and the machine fell silent. I could feel my face
burning like a furnace. But, Susan looked as cool as anything.

"Th -- this stuff... It's yours..?" I mumbled.

"Yeah, guilty, as charged. I know, looks bad, doesn't it. It's just that we
girls - that is Honey, Ginger, Pepper and me, we like to play games
occasionally. It helps relieve the boredom."

I was beginning to recover my composure, especially as Susan seemed totally
unfazed by my nosiness. She could have been really snotty about it. Perhaps
I had misjudged her. She actually seemed very nice.

"I don't suppose I need ask what kind of games they might be?" I said.

"It's not as bad as it appears. I organize tickling parties sometimes.
You'd be surprised how popular they are. We have a little competition
between us - to see who can stand being tickled the longest. I forget how
it all started - a bet, or a dare or something..."

"So what's the prize? I mean, what does the winner get?"

"The winner gets to be the `mistress-of-ceremonies' next time around. That
means she gets to decide what kind of tickle torture is used on the victim
- the implements, severity of tickling, etc."

"What if things get out of hand?"

"They don't. The `mistress-of-ceremonies' is entrusted to ensure fair play
prevails and that no real harm comes to the `victim'. Remember, we all have
to stop as soon as the one tied down has had enough. As soon as she cries,
"I give in!" or, "I submit", that's the end. Finito!"

"It sort of sounds fun, but I don't think I could stand it for a second."

"You'd be surprised. It can be quite enjoyable for everyone taking part. A
good tickling, when it's controlled, can be a very arousing and liberating
experience once you get into it."

"I just can't imagine it. I mean, I'm sort of fascinated by that stuff, and
being tied up sounds sort of kinky and exciting and that, but I guess I'm
just a `scaredy-cat' at heart.

"We were all like that to start with. That's why we were very careful in
the beginning, nothing too strong or prolonged, till we got more used to
each other's ways and expectations. And it's totally consensual. Nobody
does anything they don't want to do. It's all a matter of trusting in each
other really.

"I mean, look at this stuff. It may look scary to start with. But the
longer you look at it the less intimidating it becomes. After a while it
just appears ludicrous, silly, not threatening at all. It's basic stuff,
just props for a good time."

"You make it sound easy, almost as if it's okay."

"It is. Look, why don't you get changed and you can come and meet the
girls, have a swim with us. They're ever so friendly. In fact, they've
already been asking about you."

"Me?"

"Mm-hmm. They're dying to meet you. Come on; get your `cozzie' on. And stop
worrying."

I began putting the stuff back in the bag.

"Oh, I shouldn't worry about that. We'll be needing those a little later on
anyway. Just leave it where it is. Look, if you're up for it you can join
in with the party later... if you like."

"Join in... Me..?"

"Of course, why not. You don't have to play the victim as it's your first
go. You can be one of the administrators, as we like to call them. That
means you can just help with the tickling, you'll get instructions and
advice from the `mistress-of-ceremonies'. And sometimes there'll be periods
of free play. That means you're allowed to do your own thing. That's when
you can be as inventive and imaginative as you like, until you are told by
your mistress to revert to following directions again. Or, you could just
watch, see what we get up to. Then you can decide if you want to join in or
not."

The way in which Susan was talking so matter-of-factly made me kind of
excited, not exactly turned on, it was more that my inquisitiveness was
being stimulated. I mean the thought of being tied up was still a little
scary, even if it was ultimately exciting. But it all seemed so intriguing.
Perhaps... if I could just bring myself to help with the tickling..? Maybe
I could get into it? Who knows? Oh, well... anything for a laugh, I
supposed.

"The ground rules are quite simple... Anything goes!"

"Anything?"

"Oh, absolutely. As long as there's no risk of physical injury. Everybody
is rock solid on that one. The `mistress-of-ceremonies' sees that things
are kept within bounds, if you'll pardon the pun. And if anyone does get
carried away... well... that's where the whips and paddles that you see
here come in."

"You whip each other?"

"Only as a punishment for stepping outside the lines. And it's hardly a
whipping in the real sense. It's more a light spanking really. It's very
rare we have to resort to that, although a couple of the girls seem to like
misbehaving sometimes just to get their naughty bottoms warmed. But anyway,
look at this stuff. These little floggers are hardly likely to hurt
you. They're just toys."

"Even so..."



"Don't worry. It's not going to happen. See you out by the pool."

Susan looked into my eyes and my heart did a little flip. She smiled, put
her hand to her mouth, wet her forefinger, and then trailed it lazily down
my arm. My flesh went all goose-bumpy.

After she had left the room, I suddenly felt quite light-headed and my
heart was beating rapidly. Was this the onset of sunstroke -- I'd spent
rather a lot of time in it the last few days -- or had Susan pressed a
button somewhere inside me?

...to be continued in Chapter Two...