(DISCLAIMER: This is a tickling fetish story about Resasuke, a character from Aggressive Retsuko. It is a purely tickle-centric story, not explicitly sexual, but it is very fetish-y in nature and contains some sexual references and light bondage. Read ahead if you enjoy those things~.)

19:00. Friday evening. The time when everyone with boring Monday-to-Friday, 9-to-5 jobs shouts their favourite phrase ‘TGIF!’ and prepares for their weekend. Plenty of people would go out and be social to celebrate, but others would much rather simply relax at home and enjoy their alone time. Resasuke, a red panda who worked in a sales office, was the very definition of the latter category. Only ever going out on rare occasions when his work colleagues would somehow manipulate him into doing so, Resasuke spent almost all his free time relaxing at home and tending to his collection of potted plants. So heavily introverted that nobody at work really knew any of his interests, most not even knowing his real name in favour of the nickname ‘Space Cadet’, he was a recluse with no intention of ever being unnecessarily social. However, tonight, just like his more social colleagues were doing, Resasuke was getting himself ready for a night out. One that he’d been planning for quite some time.

Rushing straight home after work to make himself as presentable as possible, the red panda was soon straight back out again, heading to the local subway station to catch the next train back into town. This was the first time in a very long while that he had been seen in public in casual clothing - normally, even when going out to the store he would wear a smart shirt and pants. But tonight he was dressed in a light blue T-shirt and shorts, along with his usual smart work shoes as he had forgotten to buy more casual footwear. He chose to make an effort to be more casual for a few reasons - considering where he was going, arriving in an office suit would make him look odd and stand out more. He was heading somewhere to relax and de-stress, so he didn’t want to be in his work clothes anyway. And… he really just wanted to look cute.

Stepping off his train and exiting the station, Resasuke had left himself plenty of time to find his destination. Which was a good thing, as he was too busy daydreaming to get off at his correct stop, and now had to walk slightly further from the next station along. His daydreaming this time wasn’t like his usual daydreaming though - whenever he was late for work, he would be in his own world due to pure boredom - His mind was now focused on fantasies relating directly to where he was headed. A place he had, deep down, wanted to visit since it first opened a few months ago. A place that he had to really build himself up to visiting due to his anxiety, reminding himself of how much fun he’d have. It took a lot of guts for him to arrange a night out for himself, after all, only an experience he’d wanted for a long time would be worth leaving his plants alone for.

After about 20 minutes of backtracking from the wrong train station, he finally arrived at the address he had saved on his phone. The building was very discreet, with no signage or promotion. It was just a set of doors, sandwiched between two nightclubs that seemed like they were bustling full of people. Descending the staircase that greeted him as he went through the doors, Resasuke soon ended up at a desk manned by an extremely bored looking deer. The deer was decked out with earrings, piercings and multi-coloured dyed hair, and noticed the red panda as soon as he walked in.

“Hey...you got an appointment?”

“H-hi…” Resasuke’s already soft and quiet voice was rendered even quieter by his sudden anxiety. It was the point of no return now, he’s here and he’s ready...he thinks. “Y-yeah, uh…”

“Hmm!?” The deer interrupts, barely able to notice whether his customer was actually talking or not.

“Y-yeah, I do.” Resasuke gives it his all, really tries hard, and just about manages to converse with another person at a good volume level. “It s-should be under the name Resasuke...for 8pm?”

“Hmm, yeah, you’re right on time. You asked for the basic hour, would you like any of our upgrades before you go in?”

“...” Resasuke remembered back to the phone call where he booked his appointment, where he had been talked through the potential ‘upgrades’. Although he got a tingle from how they sounded, he didn’t want to push his already nervous self too far on his first visit. “N-no thank you...Basic is fine.”

“Hehe...the new customers never go for the upgrades their first time. 6,000 yen.”

After he had paid, Resasuke was escorted to the rear of the building, and led down a long hallway where there were numbered doors on both sides, all the way down. Other people in the hallway were sparse, other than himself and the receptionist, he only saw two others. A rather intimidating looking wolf, dressed mostly in leather, was having a cigarette outside one room. And as he walked down, an extremely exhausted-looking and blushy hyena was walking the other way towards the exit. He could swear he recognised him from work. 

His mind was more active than it had ever been, racing with nervous thoughts of what the next hour would hold. Visibly, he seemed as bored as ever, not showing any emotion or anxiety on his exterior, but the deer still seemed to be trying to reassure him.
“Newbies are always just as quiet as you - you shouldn’t be nervous, though. You sounded pretty edgy on the phone so I put you with probably our nicest fella. You get full privacy, all the rooms are soundproofed and it’s all 100% confidential, we don’t even have any CCTV cameras. You’ll be fiiiine.”

“S-sorry.” Resasuke apologised, for some reason, “I guess I’m a little anxious.”

“I’ll tell you one thing - the stuff you asked for is a hell of a lot more pleasant than what we normally get. If you could hear what was going on in some of these rooms you’d be traumatised! People have some weird kinks...Anyway, here you are, room 21. Enjoy yourself!”

Resasuke didn’t want to ask too many questions of the deer, and it’s a good job too, since he disappeared almost immediately after dropping him off at the room door. He just wanted to get rid of his initial fears - once he was into it, he knew he’d be happy. It’s just a matter of getting over the initial awkwardness. Taking a deep breath, and pausing his shirt-fiddling for the first time in a while, the red panda knocked on the door politely, three times. But before his hand had even left the wood the third time, the door was opened, and somebody peeked around the side of it. It was at that moment when Resasuke’s cheeks began to show their first blush - as he saw that his companion for the next hour was another red panda just like him. This panda was much taller, though, was slightly darker-furred, and had a wide smirk on his face that Resasuke himself would never be seen with.

“Hey~ You Resasuke?” The other man asked, in a rather soft and pleasant voice. Very clear and proper, much different from what he’d been expecting. Resasuke replied, ensuring that his voice was still good enough to be heard.

“Yes. That’s me. I-I’m your...8 o’clock.”

“Hehe…” The smirk on the taller panda got even wider, as he sent a few seconds eyeing up his client from head to toe. “You’re cute. Come on in...lose that shirt, and those shoes.”

“Th...tha…” Taken aback by the compliment, Resasuke was almost about to thank his companion until he was distracted by actually taking in his surroundings. The room was small, but cozy and warm, not claustrophobic at all. There were some cupboards and tables in the corners of the room, as well as some pegs acting as a cloakroom next to the door, but that wasn’t what got the red panda’s attention. What piqued his interest in seconds, was the chair in the centre of the room. The thick, leather seat was slightly angled back, and was long enough to rest a whole body on, as well as having some small armrests that went above the head rather than the traditional side armrests. Both of the armrests, as well as the lower portion of the chair, had leather cuffs attached to them with metal chains. It was almost exactly like a chair that Resasuke had seen in a video, which made his body tingle a little when he was reminded of. He couldn’t stop staring at the chair, even as he slipped off his shoes and pulled his shirt off.

“Don’t be intimidated...too much…” The smirking man said, “I get all the newbies like you, I know how to ease people in. By the way, you should call me ‘Master’.”

“M-master is a nice name…” Resasuke’s visual exterior began to break a little. Unlike his colleagues or the general public, his Master knew exactly what his daydreaming stare was about at this moment. His anxious shyness, usually a source of derision for him, was exactly what the Master wanted to see. It was adorable, and once he was shirtless and barepawed, his innocent expression was even cuter. The Master eyed him up even more, getting a good look at his slim and soft upper body, and also at his adorable bare paws, the toes of which were wiggling very gently against the ground. “S-should I sit here?”

“Yes, please do! We don’t want to waste any time, now, you’re only here for an hour~ Get yourself comfy in the chair, and lift your hands up to those armrests.”

As soon as he had sat down in the chair and aligned his wrists and ankles with the cuffs, Resasuke was restrained by his Master. He had to stretch his arms and legs rather far to reach the cuffs, which meant that once his hands and feet had been tied tight, his body was taut and even more vulnerable than expected. He tugged against the cuffs for a bit, to test them, and there was certainly no way they were coming loose. As he did that, he blushed harder and harder, especially as his head was gently rubbed and petted and he was spoken to again.

“So, tell me, what kind of thing do you do for a living?” Master made conversation, as he gently pet Resasuke’s head with one hand and reached over to a table with the other. As he replied, the bound red panda curiously looked over the body of the dominant one. His master was in surprisingly very smart dress, wearing a shirt with a black jacket, and black pants. His feet, however, were left bare.

“Sales…” Resasuke replied, very quietly, before he repeated himself a little louder. “I mean...a sales department...you know, just office work…”

“Ooh, office~ I bet you’re a dab hand at that administrative kinda stuff, aren’t you? Someone as cute as you is probably the employee of the month every month…” A flirty tone was evident in the master’s voice as he spoke.

“Actually, er, not really… I get in trouble a lot, I guess. Daydreaming…” Although he knew that his master’s friendly and flirty tone, and endless compliments, was because he was a customer who had paid him to take on a persona...the blushing grew a lot brighter. Resasuke was well and truly flustered, and his normal expression had already been replaced with a small smile and submissive look. A look that certainly wasn’t going to end, as he spotted in his master’s hand a long, white feather.

“Daydreaming on the job!?” He lets out an obviously fake gasp as he ensures his sub can see the feather in his hand, “That’s not good! You can do better than that, can’t you?”

“...Yes.”

“Hmm, I think being lazy on the job requires a little discipline, don’t you? I need to help you make sure it doesn’t happen again~”

“...Yes...master.”

“And I know just how to punish cute little red panda boys like you…” A taunting voice accompanied an odd feeling, a feeling that made Resasuke flinch hard, a feeling he had been fantasising about for many years - the feeling of a soft, fluffy feather stroking the hollow of his underarm. The sudden flinch of his whole body and the loud high-pitched yelp that accompanied it even took the master aback a bit. The new ticklees always react wonderfully to the first stroke, but none are usually quite that loud, “Oh my...I can tell that you’ve been needing discipline like this for quite some time, haven’t you, boy?”

“Y-yes!” Resasuke shouted. It was the first time he had shouted anything in years, and he surprised himself, but it came naturally. The feather stroke gave him a rather large shot of adrenaline, and he wasn’t going to remain calm anymore. His session had begun, and he was going to let his true self out. A second, slower stroke to his underarm, and he let out a lovely long giggle. His soft-spoken voice suited giggly laughs unexpectedly well. But that wasn’t the most unexpected thing that happened in that moment - That would be the very needy and submissive statement: “I need to be tickled more, master, please…”

The cute red panda was exactly how his master had guessed he would be - his quiet shyness was hiding an inner desire, a tickle masochist that had been waiting to come out since he was a teenager. With even just the first few strokes, and very light teasing, Resasuke was already in an escapist headspace that he’d looked forward to for a long time indeed. The feeling of ticklishness and vulnerability was exactly what he needed to get away from the banality of work life.

“Tickle tickle~” Continuing the teasing, the feather began to make more continuous strokes along the boy’s underarm, slowly moving up and down in a light but very tickly action. Occasionally the feather would switch to the other side, attacking both underarms at random intervals, making him squirm from side to side adorably in the chair. He really did have the most pleasant, soft giggles that the master had ever heard. Even though he was loud enough for his immense ticklishness to be obvious, his giggling wasn’t too boisterous or grating. It was a calming giggle of pure joy and ticklish happiness, and it showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. The Master’s entire job, of course, was to maintain that headspace and reaction for his clients throughout the whole hour, getting to know them quickly enough to know what exactly their ideal experience is - and he could tell it was going to be a lot of fun to make sure that this particular red panda was suitably tickled and excited. “You’re so ridiculously sensitive for such a big boy - I can tell you wouldn’t stand a chance if this was a real punishment…”

“Ple-hehehehehehe!! Please! Hehehehe! Maahahahake it reheheheheal!” Resasuke shouted through his giggles. The attempt to talk through the ticklish reaction forced him to shout loud, probably louder than he ever had before, as his soft voice was competing directly with his heavy giggles. “I deseheheheheherve it!”

“Yes, you do deserve it! But I have to get you nice and tingly before I REALLY start to tickle you…”

The feathering continued for half an hour, but Resasuke was certainly not focusing on time. On the one hand, the torturous tickles overwhelmed him from the very first moment, and he felt like he needed a break. On the other hand, he quite literally never wanted this to stop. And this was just with one single, teasing feather! Whenever he did look around the room, he could see all kinds of tools laid out - feathers of all different colours and sizes, brushes - some of which looked very mean -, forks, dusters, even odd devices he didn’t recognise, including wheels with pointy pins sticking out of them. He wouldn’t stand a chance against any of them, given how he was already a giggly mess from the one feather, but that didn’t stop him from getting badly curious about how they felt.

Soon, the attention of the tickler turned to Resasuke’s exposed footpaws, which paddled and wiggled cutely from the moment they were first cuffed to the chair. As soon as the feather stroked against them, his pudgy, short-clawed toes curled up tightly, then began to wiggle quickly. His giggles got even louder, as his feet felt much more exploitable than his underarms. The feather stroking his soles was such a wonderfully fun yet unbearable sensation for him, and he was involuntarily squirming so much that he was very glad for the tightness of the cuffs.

“These footpaws deserve a little workout~ After all, being sat at a desk and not walking much all day is probably what’s caused such sensitivity on them~” The master taunted, expertly sliding the feather across his sub’s cute, trapped paws, up and down the soles and being sure to target along and between the toes whenever they were made vulnerable via splaying. A little longer, and the feather was soon swapped out for the bigger panda’s own fingers, each with stubby claws that felt as if they were purposely made for purposes of tickle torture. Resasuke’s full-blown laughter made its first appearance now, the claws being way too tickly for just the simple giggles to continue. His laughter became noticeably louder and filled the room, but it still maintained that cute, slightly restrained and soft quality that made his normal voice so charming. His furry feet squirmed so cutely and desperately that the tickler couldn’t help but blush a little himself as the soft soles and toes pushed themselves into his hands. “It’s criminal that these have never been tickled before! They’re so pathetically soft and ticklish, like they were made to be in those cuffs…”

Any of Resasuke’s anxieties and fears that were still with him when he was being first restrained had now completely disappeared. He was completely lost in the tickling, no longer the dull introverted Resasuke that everyone else knew, but a whole new Resasuke that wanted his true feelings to be as loud as possible, and who was immensely excited at the teasing, tickly humiliation that was being dished out upon his soft, furry body. His feet received a wonderful claw-tickling for quite a while, before his master’s fingers went back up to his upper body. Now it wasn’t just his underarms being targeted for tickles, but also his sides and occasionally even his tummy as well. The dom certainly wasn’t going to waste any time with one of the cutest clients he had ever had.

“Just a little bit more, then I think you’ve been punished enough, you little tickle toy~” The taunting continued, as the master noticed the timer beginning to run out. Resasuke’s laughter had reached peak point, becoming almost breathless, but that didn’t stop his masochism as he still continued to squirm his body into the tickling rather than naturally away from it. Even with the tickling on his toes, it got to a point where he was trying to keep them open to goad his master into tickling the sweet spots. He was lost in bliss, and for once in his life, he wasn’t afraid to show it and let himself go. He was a soft little ticklish red panda, and proud.

Through all the hysterical laughter, after what felt like such a long time - but not long enough - the alarm in the corner of the room went off, indicating that Resasuke’s paid-up hour was over. The tickles came to a stop and the master began to loosen his cuffs.

“You alright? That wasn’t too bad for your first session, was it?” The master said, a very friendly and playful smile on his face as he continued to gently pet and rub his sub’s head as the restraints were undone, “You’re a very cute ticklee...if you became a regular here I’d be very happy indeed~”

“It…” Resasuke struggled to speak, however for once it wasn’t due to his shyness, but rather his excitement and exhaustion. He had never had this much adrenaline in his entire life. It just wasn’t enough for him. “It was great. Thank you...thank you so much, master.”

“Don’t mention it...thank you for being a cutie~” A few minutes passed as he allowed Resasuke to catch his breath, get up off the chair and get his shirt and shoes back on. “You know you’ve got really cute feet...maybe you should get some sandals~”

The flustering was just too much for the submissive panda to even reply, but his toes curled in response, just before he slipped both his shoes back on. Now fully clothed again, he almost felt restricted. The fun vulnerability of being half-naked in the tickle chair was something he was already missing.

“Thanks again...I’ll leave a tip for you at the desk~” Resasuke gave a clear smile as he was shown out the door, looking happy and content, wanting to make sure the other red panda knew how much fun he’d had.

“Thanks much! Have a safe journey home! Oh, and…” The taller master leaned down a little, right next to Resasuke’s ear, and very softly whispered~ “By the way...I’m free all next Friday if you want to visit again...7pm until midnight~”

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Resasuke walked slowly down the hallway, back to the exit, reflecting on the amazing session that he had just had. Years of confusing fetish fantasies for him had finally culminated in an incredible real-life experience. And now he’d had one taste of it, he immediately wanted another one. Seeing that the deer was still sat at the reception desk as he passed by it, he stopped and confidently spoke up.

“Hey, uh...can I enquire into booking another appointment? For next Friday?” He said, resulting in an immediate knowing smirk from the receptionist.

“Sure thing...if you want to be with the same guy then he’s got hourly slots free from 7pm up to 11pm. Which would ya like?”

“One moment…” Resasuke got out his phone and quickly signed into his banking app. His balance was even more than he’d expected, today being payday, and since he was a good saver he was quite well off...and very able to spend money to treat himself. He slid his phone back into his pocket.

“I...I’d like all of them please...all five hours. And can I ask about upgrades?”

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For the first time in many years, Resasuke had a permanent and precious smile across his face on his journey back from town. He spent the whole train ride thinking back to his session, getting fun tingles all over from the thought of it. He was on such a hype that he was sure he’d still be smiling like a goof even when he went back to work on Monday, and he only just barely managed to get off the train at his correct stop.

“I’m home~” He said to his potted plants as he stepped into his apartment, almost always the final words he said every day. Although he was feeling excited still, he was undoubtedly exhausted, and couldn’t wait to wrap up warm in bed. After a quick shower and getting into his pyjamas, he was straight into bed and switching his light off.

As he lay in bed, trying to get comfy, he looked at one of his plants, which was positioned just next to where his legs lay. Sticking one leg out of the covers, he lifted his bare footpaw up and brushed it against the leaves of the plant. He tingled and giggled, curling up with his bedsheets, as the feeling reminded him exactly of the way the feather felt.

The next week was going to be a very excited one indeed for the daydreaming red panda~