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    Dungeon of Feathers: A Tickle Torture Story
    Dungeon of Feathers: A Tickle Torture Story
    Dungeon of Feathers: A Tickle Torture Story
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    Dungeon of Feathers: A Tickle Torture Story

    By Kayla Rhodes

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    **Her nails traced up and down over my exposed torso. She’d done a good job of tying me down; I barely had any range of movement. But even so, I tried to use what I did have to lean into her nails, wanting them to scratch me. Claw at me. Wanting them to make me scream as they drew blood.

    Instead, the touch became lighter, flicking over my skin so gently they were barely touching it at all. It was weird. Actually... it sort of tickled... **

    Kane thought that Mistress Red was just another dominatrix. It’s quite a shock to learn that she doesn’t use whips and chains, but tickling to make her subs suffer. Tickling?! Kane has endured so much worse than that! Surely no woman, no matter how skilled, can bring him to submission just by making him laugh.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKayla Rhodes
    Release dateAug 23, 2020
    ISBN9781393089469
    Dungeon of Feathers: A Tickle Torture Story
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    Kayla Rhodes

    Kayla is an author of erotic short stories, specializing in weird kinks and misfit niches. Check out her website if you have any story requests!

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      Dungeon of Feathers - Kayla Rhodes

      Dungeon of Feathers: A Tickle Torture Story

      Kayla Rhodes

      Published by Kayla Rhodes, 2020.

      This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

      DUNGEON OF FEATHERS: A TICKLE TORTURE STORY

      First edition. August 23, 2020.

      Copyright © 2020 Kayla Rhodes.

      Written by Kayla Rhodes.

      Table of Contents

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      Dungeon of Feathers: A Tickle Torture Story

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      BONUS MATERIAL

      Further Reading: The Thief's Punishment: A Fantasy Tickle Torture Story

      Also By Kayla Rhodes

      She wasn’t my first dominatrix. Or second. Or tenth. But something about The Red Mistress made me hopeful that I’d finally get what I was looking for.

      It was only the interview, so she was dressed in socially normal clothing – a well-tailored black blouse, a pencil skirt, and black heels. The only speck of color was a bright red feather she had tucked artfully into her dark curls. But even without the corsets and leather and brass knuckles, I feared her.  

      I wanted to fear her. I deserved to fear her.

      Kane? She said when I hesitated too long. I asked you a question.

      Sorry, Mistress.

      "I’m not your mistress

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