Chapter 16H
Octavia had a huge grin splitting her face as she sat with her ankles locked in a pair of heavily padded stocks, her soles stretched back tautly and her toes tied back tightly in specially designed toe restraining attachments built into the ankle stocks. The soles of her feet were being very delicately painted with intricate artworks by tiny little paintbrushes.
Octavia was sitting naked in an elaborate padded synthetic leather chair which raised the legs horizontal, with the padded ankle stocks and toe ties built into the chair. Octavia's legs were tightly strapped down to the chair with soft strong synthetic material restraint belts to force her to keep her feet as still as possible, and her arms were raised up above her head with her wrists securely strapped to the padded headrest to keep her armpits exposed and her arms useless to defend herself with. Further thin belts around her abdomen and chest and arms helped to hold Octavia's body even more still, so that she couldn't move her feet at all even with rocking her body in the chair.
On Octavia's right foot Mistress Lash was very painstakingly painting an elaborate artwork with the help of a magnifying glass on a stand and a lamp to illuminate her foot, using a tiny little paintbrush that tickled hideously. On Octavia's left foot a pair of other dommes were playing an elaborate regicide game with tickly pens on a grid they had drawn on Octavia's left sole, playing "on paper", (or on foot), instead of using the more usual game pieces, painstakingly using white paint on a tiny paintbrush to clear every square when they moved a piece, drawing the new position of the piece with aggravating pen strokes that tickled terribly.
They were all inside one of the dungeon rooms inside Owner Wendy's newly repaired dungeon palace onboard the Nightmare Asylum, the repairs finally completed a few days ago, and the dating game continued, with the home permanently infested with Dominatrix suitors seeking Owner Wendy's hand in marriage. With the Crucible of Starvation docked to the side of the Nightmare Asylum with the ongoing transfer of Sevenson Cartel leadership and headquarters assets to the new ship, the suitors were free to come and go between the ships with ease.
For Octavia the tickle slave this Dominatrix infestation made every waking moment extremely fun for her. Fhimra was also having a great time, but was currently in some other room of the dungeon enjoying the ticklish attention of the dommes.
Octavia winced and giggled as the brushes and the pen gently caressed her soles yet again, pulling hard on her restraints but unable to even move. Octavia was having a wonderful time enjoying this treatment, and hoped that this continued at least until her next meal.
Octavia felt very peaceful in her current predicament, almost relaxed even, this was just lovely and soothing and tranquil for Octavia. If it wasn't so damn ticklish then she would be so relaxed that she would fall asleep.
Mistress Lash softly hummed happily as she delicately painted Octavia's foot, looking peaceful and content in a sadistic sort of way. The pair of dommes playing regicide talked softly to each other about their game, grinning sadistically at the huge ticklish grin splitting Octavia's face as they drew every new position with agonisingly intense ticklishness.
Octavia was in heaven as she enjoyed this lovely attention.
"All finished.", Mistress Lash said eventually, holding up a mirror for Octavia to see her right sole.
In the mirror Octavia saw an elaborate diorama of chaos daemons of all four great powers holding hands and claws with each other in friendship, around a symbol of Chaos Undivided. Mistress Lash worshipped Chaos Undivided rather than just Slaanesh, worshipping all the chaos gods equally, she just got on with everyone without friction regardless of their chaos faith.
Octavia warmly complimented the artwork politely, hiding her slight unhappiness at seeing the daemons of gods other than Slaanesh being painted on her skin. Mistress Lash happily put down the mirror and borrowed the cellular vox phone Owner Wendy had given Octavia to take careful photos of the artwork to record it.
The pair of other dommes were still playing regicide on Octavia's left sole, and Octavia continued to giggle and laugh from this touch to her foot. Mistress Lash cleaned her paintbrushes and got up, walking to Octavia's side, patting her hair with affectionate dominance.
"What a good girl you are, so beautifully submissive.", Mistress Lash told Octavia sweetly.
"Thank you Mistress Lash.", Octavia giggled happily from the game tickling her foot.
"How have you been feeling lately, what has your mood been like?", Mistress Lash asked unexpectedly.
"Is being tickled a mood Mistress Lash?, Mostly I feel tickled.", Octavia giggled adorably.
"That's not traditionally considered a mood my dearest. What do you feel apart from being tickled?", Mistress Lash chuckled warmly.
"I, why are you asking me this Mistress Lash?", Octavia giggled distractedly from her left foot being drawn on.
"Because I care about your wellbeing, you are my dear friend of over a decade, why wouldn't I care about how you are feeling?", Mistress Lash replied in a way that was dominant but extremely sweet and compassionate.
Octavia was touched by these concerns, and considered her feelings as best as she could whilst being tickled very distractingly.
"I feel jealous of you, and of all the other suitors, I feel jealous of whoever is successful in becoming Owner Wendy's new wife. I wanted to be her wife but she rejected me.", Octavia admitted honestly.
The pair of dommes playing regicide on her foot stopped and looked at Octavia in silence, deeply interested by these words.
Mistress Lash patted Octavia's curly brown hair sympathetically with a kindly expression.
"I had a feeling that something was wrong.", Mistress Lash said quietly.
"I won't get in the way though. Owner Wendy and I had a long talk about it recently, and I accepted that I am defeated in this. I just want Owner Wendy to be taken care of, I love her and I want her to be happy.", Octavia said sadly.
"Your owner will be well cared for in my hands, I promise you that.", One of the dommes on Octavia's left foot shamelessly sucked up to Octavia in desperation, obviously seeing Octavia as her key to success in getting Owner Wendy.
The other foot domme adamantly gave her own assurances, jumping on this bandwagon.
"There is no way that I will continue dating Wendy for another moment if you are not completely ok with it Octavia. I will step aside right now if you want me to.", Mistress Lash promised unexpectedly with total sincerity!
Octavia gasped at this promise, instantly becoming emotional and starting to cry.
"You would actually do that Mistress Lash?, You would give up your chance to be rich just for me?", Octavia asked in astonishment.
"I'm not dating Wendy for the money, and I honestly don't think that I will even make the top ten let alone win. I'm just having fun and enjoying myself playing with some very dear submissive friends. Maintaining the friendship is more important than fighting to win a race I won't even win.", Mistress Lash said humbly with a happy chuckle.
"You are in the top ten Mistress Lash. In fact you are currently the front runner in the race.", Octavia informed her gently.
Mistress Lash looked genuinely taken aback and surprised by this, and the other two dommes looked dismayed and jealous.
"I'm astonished. I thought I was too old, my body is biologically in my forties, I even have a few grey hairs. My skin isn't what it used to be either. Surely it cannot be that I am first in this race?", Mistress Lash said self critically, almost looking panicked at this news.
"Those things can be changed with medicine and surgery, what *we* are looking for is someone all three of us really like, a good tickler, a good dominatrix, someone that we get on well with. You have gone out of your way to tickle and dominate Fhimra even when the other dommes mostly ignored her. Fhimra really appreciates the effort you have gone to to give her attention and she is smitten with you.", Octavia admitted seriously.
"I'm touched, really really touched by you sweet girls. I will really have to think about things before this goes any further.", Mistress Lash said emotionally, smiling and blinking away happy tears.
"What about us?", one of the two dommes on Octavia's foot asked with obvious fear in her voice.
"You are both in the top… Um, I'm not good at counting, you are both in the top something or other. Owner Wendy is planning a massive cull soon but both of you are safe.", Octavia said distractedly.
The two dommes cried genuine tears of relief at this reassurance, gasping with emotion. Clearly both of them were badly stressed trying to win this race to marry a billionaire.
"This whole dating competition is very cruel, making poverty stricken women stress themselves sick in a massive competition with only one winner where all the losers get nothing for their troubles. I think that Wendy should pay out all those who are unsuccessful in the spirit of fairness for their efforts.", Mistress Lash said disapprovingly.
The two other dommes nodded emotionally in agreement, obviously under enormous pressure and stress.
"I will suggest it to Owner Wendy.", Octavia promised encouragingly.
"If I am indeed the front runner who wins this race I will *force* Wendy to pay everyone who dated her for every hour they sacrificed trying to woo her. Many of us dommes have taken time off our work to take part in this, and a lot of us are not very wealthy and can scarcely afford this loss of income. It's not even up for debate.", Mistress Lash said protectively with righteous anger on behalf of her fellow rivals.
"The same if I win, everyone gets paid for their time.", The other two dommes agreed in solidarity.
"We should spread the word to all of the girls, Wendy can't get away with getting all of this fun without even paying for the hours.", Mistress Lash said firmly, to which the other two nodded.
"That certainly sounds fair to me.", Octavia agreed sympathetically.
"I really want to be a good wife for Wendy, I think I could be a really great Cartel Wife. Wendy and I could raise a beautiful family together, we could grow old together. You and Fhimra get a vote right?, Please consider me.", one of the dommes on her foot begged hopefully.
"The idea of being a 'Cartel Wife' shouldn't even be a motivating factor. If you only want Owner Wendy for her money or position or something…", Octavia began in protective irritation.
"That's not what I meant!, I just meant that I will be good for her in every aspect of her life!", the domme frantically insisted in a tone of panic.
"Why the hell would I vote for someone who *wasn't* good for my Owner!, Owner Wendy and I have been together for around twenty years, she is FAMILY to me!, I love her more than you could possibly imagine and I am going to vet you suitors VERY hard to make sure you are suitable!", Octavia exploded with angry emotion, getting upset.
The domme stammered apologies, blinking tears of her own.
"She is very stressed, all of them are stressed. This is just the pressure talking, I'm sure she doesn't mean to upset you.", Mistress Lash soothed Octavia placatingly.
The crying domme nodded in agreement, looking like she was indeed cracking under pressure.
"You are not stressed though Mistress Lash.", Octavia pointed out, trying to calm herself with effort.
"I don't even know if I want this, I love you and Wendy like sisters, but you are expecting me to be Wendy's *wife* if I 'win'. That's absolutely huge and I need to think about it very carefully first. Until this very hour I thought that my chances of being chosen were exactly zero, I was just having fun and enjoying playing with you lovely ladies. If I had been serious I would be sweating buckets with stress.", Mistress Lash soothed beautifully.
"You have been doing all of these wonderful perfect things to us just for the joy of it?", Octavia asked in wonder.
"One hundred percent just because I enjoyed it.", Mistress Lash agreed.
"That just makes you even *more* suitable if none of it was a performance!", Octavia exclaimed, getting stressed.
"You are asking me to fall in love, change my entire life and marry into a new family. These things don't just happen quickly. If I am to woo Wendy then she should also woo me as well at some stage, you want me to fall in love while also doing all the work in the relationship?", Mistress Lash very gently informed Octavia.
"Owner Wendy has far too many suitors I think to woo them individually, maybe when more are culled she will have the time to woo you Mistress Lash?", Octavia suggested hopefully.
"I'm having too much fun to leave unless I am asked, I have built up enough savings from you and Wendy's very generous friendship with me over the years to let me take some time off work to play like this with you lovely ladies without financial ruin. But I need to think hard about love, I have had my heart broken before and I guard my heart very carefully. I'm not saying that I *can't* fall in love, but I am not going to just give my heart away without it being earned.", Mistress Lash said seriously.
"I can fall in love with Wendy!", the two dommes at Octavia's feet blurted out desperately.
"You are trying too hard!, If you are going to talk like creeps then just go back to your regicide game!, You are both pissing me off!", Octavia snapped at them with overly protective anger for Owner Wendy's safety.
"Such insolence from a submissive!", One of the dommes snapped and beat Octavia's toes painfully with a cane, making Octavia moan slightly with Slaaneshi masochism from the pain but not subdue her at all.
"She is just trying to protect her Owner like any loving sub would. It's not insolent to be really protective of the woman she loves, and you are not going to win her blessings if you beat her for this.", Mistress Lash defended Octavia to her fellow.
"I just, aw shit!, She's going to vote me out for this isn't she!", The domme cursed in dismay to Mistress Lash about Octavia.
"I think that Octavia is forgiving by nature.", Mistress Lash said to Octavia suggestively.
"I just want you both to keep tickling my feet as I talk to Mistress Lash, I won't mention this incident to Owner Wendy and I will forget all about this.", Octavia offered generously under this pressure from Mistress Lash.
Octavia's foot tickled wonderfully as they did as she asked, and Octavia cheered up immediately as a tickled grin split her face.
"You are a kind girl Octavia.", Mistress Lash said approvingly.
"I am kind, I'm known by everyone for being good natured and kind to everything that isn't a ticklish body in bondage. I just get protective of people I love like Owner Wendy.", Octavia giggled ticklishly.
"I am also very kind, outside of sadistic playtime that is. I know what it's like to be kind and to care so much about other people that it hurts. That's why I don't like to let myself fall in love, the empathy hurts so much that I can't stand it if that person is really hurting.", Mistress Lash said deeply.
"You are an empath though, that's how you knew that Fhimra likes to be destroyed with tickling without even asking her. You just read minds.", Octavia chuckled ticklishly.
"I can't read *minds*, only psykers can do that, but I am an 'empath' as you call it yes. I have a born ability to empathise with people that I meet and get a general 'feel' for what they are like. Well sort of. It's actually much more vague and much more complicated than that. What I am most keenly attuned to is pain, which is ironic given that I am such a colossal sadist.", Mistress Lash chuckled.
"How can you stand torturing people for a living when you are so empathic that it hurts you?", Octavia asked seriously through her badly tickled giggling.
"Submissive masochists are *beautiful* to my empathic 'pain-sight', just so beautiful. I feel their pleasure with them, and for them even the pain is gone, altered from pain into pleasure. You can't imagine just how much empathic pleasure I get from torturing a willing masochist, 'orgasmic' doesn't even begin to describe it.", Mistress Lash said happily with a pure joyful smile.
"What do you 'feel' looking at me right now?", Octavia asked.
"You are in pleasure from the tickling, deep deep pleasure. Your entire soul is lit up with pleasure and joy from your foot being tickled right now. But beneath it I sense pain and turbulence and sadness in your heart, you are troubled and a bit depressed, you are carrying emotional pain. That's why I asked how you are feeling, I could sense the pain underneath your tickled smile.", Mistress Lash said holding out a hand in the air as though to feel Octavia's soul.
"What do you feel from Owner Wendy?", Octavia asked seriously.
"Trauma, deep deep trauma. She lost a child and has never healed from it. She is a volcano of agony under her disciplined exterior, she needs serious help, at the very least she needs some closure about the loss of her child.", Mistress Lash said gravely.
Octavia began to cry at these terrible words, so upset for the sake of her poor Owner Wendy if this was really true!
But with her foot being tickled Octavia couldn't stay crying for even a minute, the treasured sensation forcing her to smile and laugh, like artificial happiness that messed with her usual emotions like a drug, unnaturally preventing her from staying sad.
Mistress Lash smiled sadly at Octavia, so empathic that she seemed to sense what Octavia was feeling.
"Is artificial happiness a thing?, Am I addicted to tickling because I want to force myself to be happy all the time?", Octavia asked Mistress Lash hesitantly.
"It's a drug of addiction for you, but more of a medicine drug than a hurtful drug in your case. For an *extremely* devout Slaanesh worshipper you are *incredibly* healthy in your all round mental health, you are definitely an addict, but your drug of choice is doing some serious good for you. Excess of laughter and happiness is *far* more healthy than *some* of the things I've seen Slaanesh worshippers fixate on.", Mistress Lash beautifully encouraged.
"It's not bad?", Octavia asked hopefully.
"If you like it and you consent to it and everyone you do it with consents to it, what's the problem?, You have been tickled pretty much nonstop for *years* now, and you have suffered no harm from it that I can really see, and I *would* be able to see it if there was harm. You are an extremely kinky woman who loves being tickled, and you are one of the *happiest* women I know. That's not a bad thing.", Mistress Lash encouraged.
Octavia smiled at this beautiful reassurance, feeling better about herself.
"You are soothing for Wendy as well, when you are around Wendy her entire heart lights up from your presence. You are helping her deal with her own issues just by being with her and loving her each day. Your so called 'artificial happiness' is extremely contagious on Wendy, when you light up with a smile she lights up as well. Don't ever feel like you are not helping her.", Mistress Lash reassured Octavia beautifully.
Octavia blinked tears again, but tears of happy relief at this wonderful encouraging reassurance.
"Even that adorable little peril addict Fhimra the tickle slave has a very good effect on Wendy's mental health. That adorable little eternal optimist just sees the most positive light possible in every situation. That girl is anathema to depression, all she sees all around her is new possibilities and new hopes no matter what happens. Tzeentch worshippers can have a very positive effect on their friends and intimate partners.", Mistress Lash added happily.
"Owner Wendy sometimes doesn't trust Fhimra though.", Octavia admitted.
"Well of course not, Wendy isn't stupid. Tzeentch worshippers can be quite sneaky sometimes and should be treated with care, but they can still be absolutely delightful companions. Fhimra definitely needs to be firmly leashed and watched carefully, lest she sees some new hopes and possibilities that are not in the best interests of you and Wendy, but if she is kept firmly collared by her Dominatrices then Fhimra is a really good quality sub, a very intelligent sub and a very loving one.", Mistress Lash said approvingly.
"What do you feel when you look at Fhimra, like what empath feel do you get Mistress Lash?", Octavia asked seriously through her ticklish giggle.
"She is an absolutely adorable peril addict and tickle junkie. She *loves* being tickled to complete destruction, she likes complaining about it the entire time and begging for mercy, but that girl doesn't *want* any mercy at all. She wants to be *destroyed*, tickled to complete destruction by dominant sadistic bullies. Just adorable.", Mistress Lash chuckled.
"She definitely likes to complain.", Octavia chuckled.
"She likes to complain like crazy, but she doesn't mean it. The complete queen of being coy. I have endless fun with her.", Mistress Lash chuckled fondly.
"She hasn't even picked a safe word yet.", Octavia chuckled.
"Of course she hasn't, a safe word would take away some of the peril she craves. She lives for the adrenaline kick of being completely out of her depth with no possible lifeline to make it stop. I get enormous empathic pleasure from completely torturing her, the pleasure she gets from my sadism is extreme.", Mistress Lash laughed adoringly.
"Sometimes I feel bad for her when she cries.", Octavia admitted.
"As long as you stay within her defined limits as a tickle slave she is usually having fun even when it gets really mean. I never do anything more than tickling and forced orgasms with her though, maybe a tiny bit of gentle pain play. I would hate to see her truly break down doing something she hates.", Mistress Lash said gravely.
"Mistress Wendy once made Fhimra suck a dick. It was really horrible seeing her cry.", Octavia quietly admitted.
"I should make Wendy suck a dick in punishment to see how she likes it. Lesbians like Wendy should have more empathy for their fellow lesbians like Fhimra, I will go find Wendy and make her suck ten dicks in punishment right now!, Excuse me Octavia.", Mistress Lash said crossly and walked out of the room.
Octavia was really impressed, Mistress Lash really was a surprisingly nice person for such a sadistic Dominatrix. Octavia honestly couldn't think of a better person she wanted to see being the new Dominatrix wife of Owner Wendy, Mistress Lash was just lovely.
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