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[ticklingishappy]

Chapter 1: Miss Lisa (Part 1)

"So, guys, I was thinking about the party Saturday night and what you said, Lucy. About wanting to tickle Anna again?" Kristen sheepishly approaches her friends after a long week of contemplating whether or not to tell them of her secret fascination (or maybe fetish): Tickling. Kristen had been following the tickling fetish community for a while and was well aware of its underground popularity. She also had found some different ads in various online venues about men and women seeking others to tickle or to tickle them. Based on how much fun Lucy had and how much Anna brought it up since then in their group chat, she suspected that they would find her offer intriguing at the least and irresistible at the best. "Well, I think I have a way for us to have more time like that if you would be at all interested..." Kristen was beginning to lose hope that they would be interested at all given their blank stares. She looks down and pretends to fumble with her drink. The coffeehouse they frequented was always quiet and no one is around to hear the conversation, so Kristen at least avoided the embarrassment of her friends making fun of her in a crowded place. Lucy and Anna look at each other as if silently communicating. They didn't really think about Saturday much (outside of Anna wanting revenge). It was just a harmless prank. But they didn't want their friend to feel like an outsider now that she's approached them about something that may be important to her. Based on her body language, it seems pretty important. "What would this opportunity entail?" Anna graciously offers. Kristen's face lights up as she unlocks her phone to show them what she found. "Well, there's a whole community of tickle fans and a few of them live around here. I've been to a couple of meetups for fetishists in general, and a few of these people showed up. They're nice enough and looking for some people to play with. Basically, we can see if any of them are looking to tickle or be tickled and we get to be whichever they want. What do you think?" Kristen asked excitedly. Anna and Lucy looked at each other with wide eyes. What could it hurt? Kristen is obviously excited about it. And being tickled is hilarious and doing the tickling could be really fun. "Let's do it!" Lucy offers, feigning excitement. She was actually a little excited, but mainly nervous. She was very ticklish, after all. "Really??" Kristen's eyes widened with surprise and joy. "I know someone who wanted a ticklee today! I hope she doesn't mind a few more!" "Hey guys! What's up?" It's Heather and Emily. They finally got here. "Aren't you going to be happy to hear what we have planned!" Anna remarks through a smile, preparing mentally for the torture she's sure her ticklish belly is going to endure. - Two Hours Later - "So, why exactly did we have to wear bikinis to this?" Heather asks, nervously tugging at her cover-up to cover her slightly exposed belly. "Bikinis show a lot of skin. And the more ticklish skin that's showing, the easier it is for the tickler to tickle you and make it fun for both of you!" Kristen offers happily. "And here we are," Lucy prompts, pulling in to the driveway of a large house with a lone car. "What a mansion!" Anna exclaims. "Are we getting anything for this, Kristen? Any money or anything?" "Well, she offered some pay, but I didn't ask how much." "I'll make this a regular thing for the right price!" Anna offers, thinking about the easy money this could be. The five girls walk cheerfully toward the door in their swimsuit cover-ups. Seeing as this was Kristen's idea, she knocks on the door and a lady quickly opens it. "Come on in!" The cheerful lady warmly offers. "I'm so excited you decided to come! Everything is ready whenever you are! My name is Lisa." She's so friendly that the girls forget why they are here for a second. "When you said you were bringing four friends, I had to make some pretty quick adjustments! But everything is prepped and ready to go as long as you five are still up for it," Lisa politely gestures to a door leading into a basement, the lights on and a cool breeze coming from the staircase. She's a little older, maybe early forties, with a few flecks of gray, but a nice body. She's wearing a simple long sleeve shirt and some sweatpants, obviously comfortable with what's to come next. "Would you like anything before we head down?" Lisa asks sweetly. The girls nervously shake their heads and Lisa points to the staircase. They go down the stairs into the basement area to find five matching bondage tables. Each one has restraints at the top and bottom, wrists at the top and ankles at the bottom, all the girls assume. Feathers line the walls, hanging from little hooks like tools in a toolshed. There are also some hairbrushes and toothbrushes as well as large, fluffy feathers and feather dusters. "Wow..." Anna remarks nervously to herself, shivering a little bit as she grabs her sides. "This is my little dungeon," Lisa begins. "It's humble compared to some others in this community, but it works well for my purposes. If each of you would change into your outfits, then stand next to the table you wish to use for this session, then I'll come around and get you all strapped in!" Lisa squealed with excitement, her long fingernails terrifying Emily, who was terribly ticklish. Anna began taking her cover-up off, revealing a lavender bandeau bikini with a seafoam green and lavender bottom. Her belly is toned, but still soft. Her figure is a nice hourglass with medium breasts and wide hips. Her innie belly button is still a little sensitive from the tickling she received Saturday at her party. "Ok, I'm ready..." she hesitantly offers to Lisa. Her short, brown hair falls to her shoulders as she raises her wrists to the restraints above her head. Lucy, a thinner girl also with a great hourglass figure, reveals her small, halter top bikini and strikingly toned tummy. She lets her long red hair out of her ponytail as it falls about her fair shoulders. She giggles a little as she raises her arms, anticipating the tickling her armpits will soon receive. "Ok, I think I'm ready!" she announces enthusiastically. Lucy's actually excited for this! She raises her arms above her head and prepares for Lisa to finish strapping Anna down to come get her strapped in next. Heather is terrified and slowly takes her cover-up off, revealing her cute body. She's shorter than the other girls and a little bit thicker than them as well. Her bikini is a simple black string bikini, and she is nervous about being tickled. But she's also kind of looking forward to it. She raises her arms nervously above her head as she waits for Lisa to come by and strap her in. Lisa is still strapping Anna in (and giving her a few little tickles to test her out). Emily takes off her cover-up to reveal a cute monokini. "I hope this is ok..." she mutters quietly to Kristen. "It's all I had." Her monokini is open on her sides, but has a strap running down her belly, covering her innie belly button. Her freckles along her face continue to the rest of her body and her fair skin stands out against the deep blue of her outfit. Her long black hair is pulled back in a ponytail and she's sporting a new navel ring hidden by her swimsuit. She raises her arms above her head and waits to be strapped in. Kristen is stoked to be here right now. She quickly undoes her cover-up to reveal a simple bikini with a large bow tied in the front of her top. Her long brown curls go well with the earthy green of her outfit. She quickly raises her arms above her head, giggling excitedly as she does, and waits for Lisa to come around and tie her down. She can't believe this is finally happening! She's about to have her first real session! "I'm ready, Miss Lisa!" Kristen offers up ecstatically. As Miss Lisa finishes tying each girl down, she quickly addresses her rules, "I do not do safe words. If you want out, you can say so right now, but once the tickling begins, you are here for the duration of it. I will probably touch some areas of your body you did not know were ticklish. It's all part of the -lee and -ler process. Just have fun and laugh your heart out!" The tables the girls are tied to are leaned back, but don't have them horizontal to the ground. It seems more like a 75 degree angle, so every spot is accessible, but the girls are still able to see each other well. They all face inward as Miss Lisa addresses them from the middle, looking around at each other nervously. Then, Miss Lisa glides over to Lucy, whose arms are tied high above her head, and gets to work. "Now, I like to start with the obvious spots, your armpits, your sides, your ribs, your tummy, and maybe your feet. However, I am a big fan of exploration, so I will find your most ticklish spot wherever it is. Then, I'll exploit it for a long, long time," she gives Lucy a big smile and then begins tickling. Her fingers quickly scuttle across Lucy's smooth, ticklish armpits. The soft skin there is incredibly sensitive to touch and Lucy immediately begins squirming. But she isn't laughing. "Oh, come now, darling, let's get a good listen to that giggle now! You are being tickled, after all! Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Miss Lisa taunts Lucy, who is writhing and squirming against the restraints, unable to bring her arms down to protect her vulnerable armpits. Miss Lisa's fingernails teasingly tickle across her terribly ticklish pits, but Lucy is strong-willed and refuses to laugh just yet. "Alright, you leave me no choice then!" Miss Lisa digs in mercilessly with her fingertips and Lucy bursts out in ticklish laughter. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOT THERE, PLEEEEEEEHAHAHAHA!" Lucy is squealing and laughing and begging now, unable to stop the flood of laughter that pours from her ticklish body. Miss Lisa's fingers still scratch and tickle Lucy's ticklish pits, her fingers digging in gently yet hard enough that Lucy's underarms quickly turn pink. "Now, we are getting somewhere!" Miss Lisa remarks happily. She slows her tickling and moves down toward Lucy's ribcage, Lucy's curvy figure offering plenty of ticklish skin to explore. Miss Lisa's fingers begin their ticklish assault yet again, this time with light tickles all across Lucy's ribcage and sides and tummy, her fingers skittering like a thousand little tickling critters. All of them relentless, and all of them masterful ticklers. Lucy's laughter increases yet again as Miss Lisa continues her tickling of Lucy's shapely sides and belly. "Hmm..." Miss Lisa ponders an unspoken question. "Not quite loud enough. I guess your armpits are a bit worse, huh?" As she says this, she moves from Lucy's bare, ticklish midriff to her hips, tickling deep into the hip bones until Lucy is wailing with ticklish laughter. "I HAD NO IDEA I WAS TICKLISH THERE! HAHAHAHAHA!" Lucy had never been tickled there before! Sure, she has been held down and tickled by friends before, but she has never endured tickling like this from someone so talented with her fingernails. "Oh, there are SO many places you'll find you're ticklish. And each one of them is available to my tickle-happy little fingers. Coochie, coochie, coo!" Miss Lisa teases Lucy as she tickles her relentlessly, tears spilling from Lucy's tightly shut eyes. Miss Lisa's fingers tickle and tickle Lucy's voluptuous hips, causing Lucy to thrash and squeal with ticklish laughter, unable to escape the ticklish torture. "That was a good reaction!" Miss Lisa coos. "But let's see if this wittle spot right here makes you giggle." Miss Lisa taunts Lucy with baby speak as she slowly and torturously moves a wiggling index finger towards Lucy's exposed belly button. The bikini Lucy is wearing offers no protection for Lucy's most ticklish spots, so her entire body is free for the tickling. Miss Lisa's finger reaches Lucy's belly button and she tickles so very lightly at first, causing Lucy to squirm and beg for the tickling to end. "Remember, sweetheart, there are no safe words in Miss Lisa's dungeon," Miss Lisa taunts, her tickling finger still gently scratching at the bottom of Lucy's ticklish belly button as tears fall from Lucy's eyes. Her face is red from laughter and her skin is turning a light pink, but Miss Lisa is far from through tickling her. "And now, let's see how THIS works!" Miss Lisa plunges her index finger into Lucy's ticklish navel and swirls it around and around, tickling and tickling until Lucy is babbling incoherently for the tickle torture to end through her uncontrollable laughter. Miss Lisa's finger is relentless, tickling and tickling, swirling and spinning around as Lucy's back arches off the table, her wrists and ankles pulling against the restraints that hold her fast throughout the ticklish torture. Her belly button has never gone through this much tickling, and Lucy has never had this much fun being tickled! She actually kind of enjoyed this helpless feeling. She loved the tickling and the laughter and the slight torment of it all. All of a sudden, Lucy shouted a word she never thought possible in her given the situation. "MORE!" This stunned Miss Lisa who had already believed that Lucy found this session to be absolute torture. "I can give you more," Miss Lisa threatens. She moves back to Lucy's armpits and tickles so very lightly across the sensitive hollows. Lucy again bucks and thrashes, but still begs for Miss Lisa to tickle her more with some quick panicked pleas for mercy. Miss Lisa tickles and tickles until Lucy is all tickled out, a giggling mess that no longer struggles or pulls at the restraints, but merely accepts her ticklish fate. "I guess your break time has come, my dear," Miss Lisa offers to the incoherently babbling and giggling Lucy. "And now, it's time to move on to my next victim!" she cackles as she moves towards Heather's table... - To be continued -

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[jamiesgotchu]

Why are you holding back? Laugh!

yessss!! I love this prompt, thank you so much anon!! <3 I hurt my leg today while falling on ice so like- i had more time to write this while having to sit down inside ಥ_ಥ Also, I finally figured out how to add cuts, so it should be okay no matter how long it is- sorry for the other people who had to deal with scrolling by a long ass fic last time 💀 Anyway, here it is! hope you like it! ^^

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summary: Isa's in a bad mood, and when Mirabel asks what's wrong, Isa doesn't want to talk about it. Not wanting to push her, but also wanting to cheer her up, Mirabel decides to use other methods. word count: 2,164 characters: lee!isabella and ler!mirabel !! warnings: super light swearing? !!

Isabella flopped onto her bed, the sudden force rocking it back and forth as she elevated it slowly with her vines. God, it felt good to finally be alone. She'd had the most exhausting day- and her brain felt like it was ready to shut down instead of think of anything at all. But she'd had to push through the day anyway. Which was the worst. As the bed rose higher to conceal herself behind her flowerbeds near the ceiling, Isabella slowly turned over onto her back and rubbed her stinging eyes. She couldn't wait to finally be away from the chaos of the day for a little bit. It had been so overwhelming to keep pretending she was alright while her family kept her on her toes. It wasn't all bad. She loved her family, and the most they wanted to do was hang out with her. Antonio wanted to play tag games with the animals, and of course, wanted Isa to join them. Did she love it and have fun? Yes. Was she still drained after three hours of the same game? Also yes. Isabella sat up on her bed, feeling it slow down as it reached the top behind the flower curtains. The bed rocked gently once more as she scoffed to herself and plopped her head in her hands. The worst part of all of this was how she'd handled her exhaustion. It probably would have been way easier to just say "I'm out of energy, and need to go lay down for a bit" to her family before she left, for her social battery-recharging session. But no, of course she didn't think it through at first. Instead, she'd been passive aggressive all day, and very touchy to every interaction. It was as if her tiredness was making her irritated toward things she usually never would be irritated by. For example, Camilo came up to her, asking if she'd seen Mirabel? She had answered with a quick tight-lipped fake smile, and an accidental angry eye twitch before briskly walking away. And yes, that did actually happen. She sighed, a strand of hair flying away from her face as she reflected on her ill-tempered decision based on the heat of the moment. Of course, her exhaustion wasn't an excuse to have treated her family that way. Isa had tried her best to hide her irritability, but it just always seemed to present itself in the worst ways. The passive aggressive ways. Which she hated to no end. And now, she was left here wondering if anyone had noticed her bad temper as of today. She'd hung out around everybody, and the best she'd done at hiding her emotions was Antonio. Someone HAD to have noticed.

Isabella cursed under her breath, feeling terrible for how she'd acted. No one had pointed it out, but she could see the looks she got after she gave a snarky response to even the most polite question. She didn't mean to, but she still couldn't help but feel like it was all her fault. Isa rubbed her neck and laid her back against her pillows. Maybe she just had to get to sleep. It felt awful to sleep while she might have hurt her family's feelings, but.. maybe it was for the best. Thinking clearer might help, anyway. Just as her heavy eyelids began to close, she heard the familiar opening of her room's heavy door, a loud creak echoing through the room. She couldn't see who it was, because of the flower curtains obstructing her view. However, she didn't have to wonder for long, as she soon heard a voice she recognized. "Isabela?" The voice called out, as the aftermath of speaking caused the room to imitate it lightly. "You here?" When no response came, the person announced themselves. "Isa?.. It's Mirabel.." As if Isa couldn't tell already who it was speaking. The long haired girl groaned quietly and pinched the bridge of her nose. It never fails, Mirabel always had the worst timing. Then again, she did have to find SOME kind of opportunity to apologize for the way she'd been acting all day. So maybe it wasn't all bad. Slowly, Isabella sighed and lowered the bed down to the ground, Mirabel standing at the door on the other side of the room. When Mirabel's eyes landed on Isa, she smiled. "Isa! Hey, Hi! There you are!" She jogged over, her hair bouncing as she pushed up her glasses. She caught up to the girl and crossed her arms. "Where have you been? Camilo's been distracting Antonio while I tried to find-" She trailed off, her eyebrows raising lightly while she relaxed her arms. "Isa?" Isabella didn't answer, her eyes glued to her hands perched in her lap and gripping her dress. "Are you okay?" Mirabel gently asked, her volume lowering in concern. Her footsteps echoed through the room as she stepped toward her slowly. When she stepped up the stairs, she waited until Isabella glanced up at her. "Do you mind if I.." Mirabel motioned to the bed, in the spot next to Isabella. Hesitant, the long hair girl nodded and gently shifted to the side, allowing her sister to continue walking up the stairs and sit down next to her. The bed rocked under both of their weight. They both stared ahead of each other in silence. Suddenly, Isabella broke the awkward quiet between them. "Listen, I'm sorry about today, I just- I don't know, I felt super burnt out, I'm not sure why-" She followed her words with quick nervous hand gestures. Mirabel giggled and shook her head, furrowing her eyebrows at her sibling. "Isa, you don't have to explain anything! I already know." The long haired girl's eyes widened, as she looked at Mirabel, dumbfounded. "What-? you do?" "Well yeah," Mirabel adjusted her arms, putting them behind her and leaning backwards to put her weight on them. "I mean, you're not normally like this. Especially after Casita fell, you've been regulating your emotions so well." Isabella slowly let her hands drift down to her lap again, letting them rest as her sister continued. "You've been amazing actually, and everyone knows it. And if it makes you feel any better, barely anyone but me and Camilo noticed your 'attitude'." Mirabel used air quotes for the last word. "Seriously? I thought I was being so obvious." Isa rubbed her shoulder with her left hand in guilt. Mirabel shook her head. "Nope. Cross my heart, no one else saw it." She smiled, turning to look at her sister once more. "The only reason why me and Camilo saw it was because you get mad at us most often." She grinned and nudged Isa lightly with her elbow. "And you know it's true." Isabella giggled and crossed her arms. "Of course I know it, you two are the most annoying." She said in a teasing tone. Mirabel scoffed. "You were annoying to us first, you know. We just annoy you back." "Annoying?!" Isabella said in a

fake-hurt tone, smiling. "Oh please." "Duh." The short haired girl giggled and poked her sister in the side as emphasis. "You're the most annoying out of all the-" She paused and drew her hand back when she noticed her sister had jumped. "Isabella?" "Huh? Yeah?" Isa said, nervously looking Mirabel in the eyes. Mirabel's eyes narrowed, her head drawing back in suspicion. "What was that?.." Isabella brushed her dress in a slight panic. "What was what? I didn't do anything, what are you talking about?" She cracked a shaky smile and glanced away, and Mirabel noted a small tinge of pink glowing at her cheeks. "Hey!" Mirabel laughed, leaning forward excitedly. "What was that! Was it me?" Isa flinched and drew backward, moving away from Mirabel's face now close to hers. "You?? No?? Wh.. What are you talking about??"

"Ohhhhohhohoho.." Mirabel giggled teasingly, squinting her eyes and pointing at Isabella. "We should try it again." "N-no, we shouldn't-" Isabella shook her head and scooted quickly away from her sister, looking away. "HA! So you DO know what it was!" Mirabel shouted and edged herself closer to the long haired girl. "And iiiii.." She drawled in a sing-song voice, circling her finger around while pointing at Isa. "....think I know too." Isabella's eyes widened nervously. "What?? No you don't!" The bed rocked slightly under the girl moving backward as far as she could away from her sibling. "Yes I doooo!" Mirabel grinned and only inched closer and closer, until Isabella had nowhere left to run. "And since you know 'nothing' about it, maybe I could shed some light on it?~" " There was no hiding anymore. Isa decided to make a run for it. She quickly leapt to the side of Mirabel, trying to avoid her and get to the other end of the bed. The bed moved quickly under the sudden shift, however, causing her to rock and fall forward. "Where do you think you're going??" Mirabel teased, grabbing Isa as she tried to grab the bed sheets in resistance. "HEY-" Isabella protested, trying to flail her arms to throw off Mirabel's grip. But to no avail, Mirabel had her hands firmly pinning Isa's arms to her sides. Mira raised an eyebrow and smiled, not giving Isabella a chance to process the situation before she scurried her fingers into her ribs. "MirABEL!!" Isabella's voice hitched, releasing a couple of squeaks and huffy breaths. A shaky smile spread across her face, but she refused to go through with what Mirabel wanted. Now this was personal, and she WASN'T going to give that satisfaction to her. The curly haired sibling giggled. "Don't even try lying now, I know you know what's going on." She tilted her head teasingly, and didn't slow. She didn't plan on it- not until Isabella showed what she wanted her to. Mirabel's sibling grit her teeth and denied herself the impulse to laugh. Why was it so much worse when she couldn't?? It was tough as hell, but she wasn't about to give up, no matter how many times she had to muffle her giggles. "N-..NO I. DON'T!." Isabella's sentences broke, trying to hold the laughter that wanted to separate her speech. "Oh, come on!" Her sister furrowed her eyebrows, annoyance tipping itself into her tone. As she spoke, her hands quickly brought themselves to Isabella's sides. "Why are you holding back?? Laugh already!" Isabella broke.

"NOHOO WAHAHAHAIT- MIRABEHEHEEL!!" She snorted, trying and failing to swat at her sister's attacking hands. "There it is!! Gosh, took you long enough." Mirabel smiled, giggling along with her sibling's laughter. "Why didn't you just admit it?? I already knew, estúpida." "DOHOOON'T CAHALL ME STUHUHUPID!! YOHOU WERE THEHEE ONE BEHEHING ANNOYIHIHIHAHHAAH-" Isabella couldn't finish her sentence, as cheerful laughter filled her room. Mirabel beamed at the sight of her sister so happy, after a long day of not seeing a genuine smile from her. She almost didn't want to stop, just to keep her happy. "Jeez, you're so ticklish. Keep in mind, this was your fault," Mirabel continued talking nonchalantly, tossing some curls that had fallen in front of her eyes. "Y'know, with the denial and all." Isabella was offended, but too full of laughter to make a rebuttal. The only thing she could manage to get out was the constant giggles that spilled out of her. She tried once more to hit her sibling's hand away, but could barely lift her arm. "MIRAHHAAHBEHEHEL AHAHAAHA I'M GOHOHOHONA KIHIHIHILL YOHOOHOU" She sputtered, grabbing onto Mirabel's wrists. "Kill me?!" Mirabel laughed with fake offense. "Minus ten points. You're gonna get it now." "NOHO WAHAHAIT NOHO I WAHAS KIDDING, I WAHAHAHS KIHIHIDDING!!" Isabella cackled, as her voice nervously pitched. "Hmm.... you're sure you're not gonna kill me?" Mirabel drawled, continuing. "I don't know if you know this, but I kinda don't wanna die." "YEHES! OHOHOKAY!! FIHIHINE!! I WOHOONT KILL YOHOU!! NOW LEHET ME GOHOHOOHAHAHAAH" Mirabel lifted her hands up, releasing Isabella swiftly and grinning. "Jeez. Alright, alright. I'm done." Isabella laid still on the bed, still giggling as she caught her breath. Mirabel smiled and adjusted her sitting position so that she sat on her knees, and placed her hands in her lap. "Well, that proves that, then. I don't even know why you tried to hide anything- maybe you should just tell the truth right away next time." Slowly, Isa sat up, snickering off the phantom sensations. Placing a hand on her stomach to catch up to her breath, she smiled and furrowed her eyebrows at her sister. "Hey. Hehey, Mirabel."

"Yeah?" Mirabel smiled, a leftover teasing tone hinting in her voice. "Remember what I said about not killing you?" A pause. "..Yeah?" "That was a lie." Mirabel yelped, giggling as Isabella swiftly reached over and grabbed at Mirabel's arm. Isa had pretended she'd hated it, but, She didn't even feel as tired anymore. And she was already feeling a lot better.

A/N: HEY Y'ALL I hope you liked this one! I've got like- a ton of prompts in my inbox so i'm working on a lot of them! But overall I think so far this was the most fun to make lmao (if you read this far, thank you! <33 you are much appreciated!) Thank you again for the prompt anon, and hope you guys enjoyed~

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