In addition to Margaret's insane desire for revenge, she had an
ulterior motive in mind; she wanted to be cleared of all charges and reinstated at
State College. To accomplish this, she would have to gain access to the
safe in the Dean of Women's office. She didn't have the combination, but she
knew someone who did...
Janine shifted the grocery sack she was carrying to her other arm
allowing her to rattle her keys and insert one into the lock of the front
door to her house. Shy and retiring, the brunette did not like the
closeness and forced interaction of apartment living and as such, had purchased a
small 1 bedroom bungalow far from the hustle and bustle of the city.
"Funny", she thought to herself, "...that light must have burned
out". Janine always left a lamp on in her living room so she wouldn't have to
stumble around in the darkness. But at this moment in time, her living
room was hidden in the inky blackness of full night.
She had just lowered her grocery sack to the carpeted floor and
stumbled towards the lamp when she felt a sharp pinprick on her right buttock. The
pain had hardly registered in her mind when she collapsed into
unconsciousness on the carpet.
Margaret turned on the lamp to view the splayed form of the
unconscious woman. With evil glee she lustily licked her full lips in anticipation of
what she had in mind for the secretary. The narcotic had worked as
swiftly as she had expected and she knew how well the aphrodisiac extract her
semi- intelligent plant produced would work on the human female body.
With quiet efficiency the mad professor dragged the limp form of the
secretary towards the couch. Despite the dead weight, she easily
maneuvered Janine onto the sofa and slipped a set of small headphones over the
graying brunette's ears. A small click was heard as she pressed the "play" button
of her Walkman and started her specially prepared tape.
Janine's somnolent mind was unaware of these events, yet it absorbed
the subliminal messages that Margaret was feeding into her brain. The Dean's
secretary would remember nothing of this night and would find herself
unexplainably endeared to the ex-English Comp professor.
Smiling to herself, Margaret nodded in approval that her plan was
unfolding perfectly. Her long fingernails began plucking playfully at
Janine's suit jacket; easily unbuttoning the garment until it lay open
before her. Without having to shift the secretary's unresponsive body more than
a little, the tall brunette peeled the coat from her unresisting shoulders,
slid it down over her arms, and tossed it negligently aside.
She was pleasantly surprised when she noticed the full buxom breasts
swelling constrainedly within the confines of a lacy white bra as she
repeated her efforts with Janine's white cotton blouse. Margaret's eager
fingers deftly unfastened the clasp at the center of the secretary's back
and sighed in lustful contentment as Janine's full white breasts bounced free
and bobbled gently in the cool night air.
Continuing to disrobe her captive, the mad professor unzipped the
helpless woman's skirt; shimmying and tugging the material until she could
slide it free from the secretary's legs. Margaret's insane libido was
heating up in direct proportion to each article of clothing she stripped
from her prize. Matching panties and garter belt found their way to the
discarded pile of clothing and were soon followed by Janine's white silk stockings
and cream colored shoes.
Despite middle age, Janine's body was a rubenesque work of art. Full
milky white breasts were accented by a trim wasp-waist and highlighted by
full round hips and slender tapering legs. Margaret knew she would enjoy
the evening when she noticed how small and baby soft the secretary's bare feet
were. She suspected they would be incredibly ticklish, but just in case,
her chemical compounds veritably ensured a heightened sensitivity on every
inch of the woman's body.
Margaret draped a heavy comforter across the large coffee table in
the middle of the room, then transferred the nude secretary to its top. With
deft efficiency she withdrew the padded manacles from her carrysack and
expertly bound the woman's wrists and ankles to the table's legs. Tautly
bound, Janine's arms and legs were spread-eagled out at angles from her
body, preventing even the slightest movement or attempts to escape.
Satisfied, Margaret withdrew a small vial and hypodermic needle. She
injected the drug into Janine's thigh and waited patiently for the
antidote to take effect. Not quite a full antidote, the drug would bring the
brunette back to semi-consciousness but not ameliorate the effects of the
aphrodisiac.
Slowly, Janine rocked her head from side to side, blearily blinking
her eyes as awareness began to return. Her body tingled with an exceptionally
warm glow; as if hundreds of very furry caterpillars were dancing
playfully along every inch of her skin.
She recognized the tall form of the English Comp professor but felt
no fear or surprise; instead, a warm glow of complete trust and affection
permeated her soul. She was groggily unaware that she was totally naked
and bound to her coffee table, although that realization would soon enter her
cognizance.
"Hello Janine..." Margaret cooed, "...welcome back to the land of the
living."
Janine smiled stupidly as her adoring eyes followed the taller woman
around the coffee table.
"There's a few things I need to know and I'm sure you'll be very
happy to tell me" she began. "I need to know the combination to the safe in
the Dean's office" she requested.
Smiling coyly, Janine replied "but I can't tell you that
professor...you should know that".
"Oh now Janine, must you make me convince you ? I'll bet you'd be
simply tickled pink to tell me !"
Quivers of excitement shivered through Janine's body at the mere
mention of tickling, even though the secretary had no idea that was exactly what
Margaret intended to do to her. How could anyone know how utterly
helpless and uncontrollably excited she became when someone tickled her !
At that moment, Margaret withdrew a stiff goose quill from her bag
and playfully wafted it in the air above the bound secretary.
Only now did full realization descend on Janine that in her current
position there was no way she could prevent the mad professor from using
that feather on any part of her very ticklish body.
"Ohhhh nooooo !!!!" she tittered playfully, "you couldn't do that !
Please, I'm way too ticklish. I can't even stand someone telling me
they're going to tickle me". Janine didn't realize that she was already squirming
against her bonds in an effort to avoid the kissing caresses of that
feather.
"Mmmmmmmmm ? Oh yes I could..." Margaret countered just as playfully,
"...I can trace this feather right here over every inch of your body and
there is nothing you can do about it. In case you haven't noticed, you're
quite nude and very firmly bound to that table. You haven't the slightest
chance of stopping me from teasing and tickling you for as long as I want
!"
"Teeeeheeeee !!!!" Janine giggled as Margaret's words made her skin
tingle in perverse anticipation and her loins warm up with a building
lust. She knew she would be absolutely helpless once Margaret started tickling
her and would be telling everything she knew within seconds. But in the back
of her mind, she didn't want Margaret to stop tickling her until she was
raving mad with insane laughter so she exerted what control she could to keep
from telling Margaret anything.
"I think we'll start right here with these delicious looking nipples
of yours. My goodness ! They're already hard little nubbins aren't they ?
I'll bet you love being tickled and can't wait for me to drive you crazy with
this feather, can't you ?" Margaret teased.
"Noooooo....noooooo ! Pleeeeease ??????" Janine lied unconvincingly.
Her squirming and trembling made her full breasts jiggle and wiggle
invitingly.
Margaret traced the very tip of the feather's fronds around and
around Janine's left nipple. The brunette tried gritting her teeth to control
the laughter she felt welling up within her trim tummy but mewling little
giggles forced themselves out past her grinning lips.
"Heeeeeeeheheheheheeeeeee !!!! Teeeeheheheheeeee!
Mmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeheheheheeeeeeeeee !!!!"
Margaret alternated between the secretary's left and right nipples,
teasing them into engorged rigidity as Janine wriggled and squirmed on the
table. The forty-ish secretary was indeed VERY ticklish ! Margaret
probably wouldn't have needed her chemical concoction after all, but now she had an
unbelievably ticklish victim within her absolute power !
The mad professor teased her captive until she felt the woman would
break into squealing hilarity, then stopped abruptly to let her recover
her breath.
Janine wanted nothing more than to have Margaret continue her teasing
until she had totally lost all control. But such was not to be; stopping
the teasing was even more cruel than continuing on as her body yearned for the
caress of the feather and the total domination and release that it would
provide.
Margaret strutted regally around the coffee table and stopped at the
bottom. With a truly wicked intent, she reversed the feather's position
in her hand and stroked the hard quill up and down Janine's vulnerable right
foot !
Janine fairly exploded in gut-wrenching laughter that left her
helpless to her assailant's desire !
"HEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEHEHEHE!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEE !!!!!" she squealed as the professor
torturously tickled her extremely sensitive bare soles !
Both feet felt the insidious stroke of the feather while poor Janine
writhed fitfully against her unrelenting bonds. Her body vibrated with
delicious ecstasy as wave after wave of euphoria rippled through her
nerves. What was once squealing laughter subsided into breathless, soundless pants
of weakened hilarity that would never break into the audible range as her
tortured lungs cried for a renewal of deprived oxygen.
The totally helpless secretary could not find the breath for laughter
as her smoldering loins cried for the blissful release that the tickle
torture was pushing her towards. Janine tried pleading for Margaret to send her
over the edge but the wicked professor merely smiled in domineering delight as
she teased the woman's sensitive wrinkling soles.
Afraid that her charge would pass out from lack of oxygen, Margaret
stopped tickling the woman's exposed bare feet and moved to the top of the
table where she leaned over to verbally taunt the helpless woman.
"I don't suppose you'd want to tell me that combination now would you
?" she asked; hoping she wouldn't receive an answer.
Margaret was not to be denied. Janine, red-faced and totally
breathless, could not have uttered her name if you'd put a gun to her
head.
"So be it", the brunette professed with vicious finality. She moved
one foot back towards the middle of the table and wickedly flexed her long,
vicious fingernails.
With the speed of a cat, Margaret dug her long nails into the clearly
defined ribs of her bound victim and evilly tickled the helpless
brunette's exposed ribs!
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Janine squealed in
writhing delight as the last vestiges of control, resistance, and breath
were forcibly driven from her body !"
"EEEEEAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!" squealed the brunette
fitfully as she thrashed in tormented delight from side to side. Long ago
she had given up any hope of being able to endure Margaret's ticklish
assaults. With each cruel tickle her curly brown mound threatened to
explode with a sexual intensity she had heretofore only imagined in fantasy.
Margaret notice the pearly drops of Janine's excitement and decided
to toss her victim into the pits of tickling ecstasy. With experienced
hands, she teased the helpless woman's navel, tweaked her throbbing nipples, and
while spidering her one hand towards Janine's vulnerable soles, snaked her
other hand in between the moist flesh of the secretary's quivering mound.
Predictably, Janine's back arched in strenuous ecstasy as she crossed
over the edge into sexual oblivion. Each tickling stroke across her bare
feet amplified the sensuous stroking her tender lips were receiving.
Shuddering spasms wrenched every muscle in her body as she handed complete
control over to her super-charged libido.
Margaret watched in lurid fascination as her plaything vibrated with
an intensity she had never before witnessed. Unstoppable, the brunette's
sexually charged body experienced wave after excruciating wave of
unbridled ecstasy as one rapid fire orgasm followed the next.
The mad professor was torn between an incredible lust for this
sexually active woman and a desire to find out just how much the poor woman could
take. Diddling and tickling as fast as she could, Margaret chose the
later.
Guttural grunting sounds of animal intensity tore from Janine's raw
throat as rapid fire orgasms of frightening force ravaged her body. Even
without Margaret's teasing and tickling, it was doubtful she would be able
to
stop the maddening vibrations that totally dominated her body.
Finally, remembering her goal for information, Margaret ceased
teasing the helpless woman who immediately succumbed to the over-stimulation and
mercifully passed out beneath her questing fingers.
Flushed with sexual excitement, the tall brunette couldn't wait hours
for her captive to regain consciousness. Instead, Margaret kneeled by the
foot of the coffee table and began teasing the woman's soft bare feet with
the tip of her tongue.
Almost immediately, Janine began to titter and whimper in ticklish
delight as her very tender bare soles felt the kiss of the tip of the
professor's tongue.
Gasping roughly through a throat tortured raw, Janine wheezed and
giggled as her small feet tried to wriggle away from Margaret's sensuous
kissing.
Sensing that the secretary had recovered enough sense to answer her
questions, Margaret retrieved her goose quill and stood above the sweaty,
captive brunette.
"Now, perhaps I should ask you this question again" she purred,
"...what is the combination to the safe in the Dean's office ?"
As Janine gulped air deeply into her tortured lungs, Margaret teased
the end of the feather across the curly, dew moistened hairs of the
secretary's vulnerably exposed mound.
"35..... 12..... 46 !!!!" Janine rasped out as her hips wriggled in
uncontrollable lewdness.
"Ohhhhhhhhh !!! I see.... you'd like to talk now" Margaret teased
unnecessarily, "... is there anything else you'd like to tell me ?"
"...anything.... everything..... just please stop..... NO !!!! DON'T
STOP !!!!! PLEASE !!!!! OH GOD YES !!!!!!!" Janine pleaded as her body
took control of her mind once again.
With lewd satisfaction, Margaret probed the tip of the feather into
Janine's most sensitive area and teased the extremely ticklish secretary
into a mind shattering explosion that would take hours for her to recover from.
Smoldering herself, Margaret released the foolishly grinning but
satisfied brunette, and put her to bed. Thankfully, Margaret knew that
Janine would not remember the specifics of this evening, but would forever be at
her beck and call anytime she mentioned tickling or produced a stiff goose
quill in the ticklish woman's presence. With great satisfaction, Margaret left
Janine's house and made her way towards State College.
ulterior motive in mind; she wanted to be cleared of all charges and reinstated at
State College. To accomplish this, she would have to gain access to the
safe in the Dean of Women's office. She didn't have the combination, but she
knew someone who did...
Janine shifted the grocery sack she was carrying to her other arm
allowing her to rattle her keys and insert one into the lock of the front
door to her house. Shy and retiring, the brunette did not like the
closeness and forced interaction of apartment living and as such, had purchased a
small 1 bedroom bungalow far from the hustle and bustle of the city.
"Funny", she thought to herself, "...that light must have burned
out". Janine always left a lamp on in her living room so she wouldn't have to
stumble around in the darkness. But at this moment in time, her living
room was hidden in the inky blackness of full night.
She had just lowered her grocery sack to the carpeted floor and
stumbled towards the lamp when she felt a sharp pinprick on her right buttock. The
pain had hardly registered in her mind when she collapsed into
unconsciousness on the carpet.
Margaret turned on the lamp to view the splayed form of the
unconscious woman. With evil glee she lustily licked her full lips in anticipation of
what she had in mind for the secretary. The narcotic had worked as
swiftly as she had expected and she knew how well the aphrodisiac extract her
semi- intelligent plant produced would work on the human female body.
With quiet efficiency the mad professor dragged the limp form of the
secretary towards the couch. Despite the dead weight, she easily
maneuvered Janine onto the sofa and slipped a set of small headphones over the
graying brunette's ears. A small click was heard as she pressed the "play" button
of her Walkman and started her specially prepared tape.
Janine's somnolent mind was unaware of these events, yet it absorbed
the subliminal messages that Margaret was feeding into her brain. The Dean's
secretary would remember nothing of this night and would find herself
unexplainably endeared to the ex-English Comp professor.
Smiling to herself, Margaret nodded in approval that her plan was
unfolding perfectly. Her long fingernails began plucking playfully at
Janine's suit jacket; easily unbuttoning the garment until it lay open
before her. Without having to shift the secretary's unresponsive body more than
a little, the tall brunette peeled the coat from her unresisting shoulders,
slid it down over her arms, and tossed it negligently aside.
She was pleasantly surprised when she noticed the full buxom breasts
swelling constrainedly within the confines of a lacy white bra as she
repeated her efforts with Janine's white cotton blouse. Margaret's eager
fingers deftly unfastened the clasp at the center of the secretary's back
and sighed in lustful contentment as Janine's full white breasts bounced free
and bobbled gently in the cool night air.
Continuing to disrobe her captive, the mad professor unzipped the
helpless woman's skirt; shimmying and tugging the material until she could
slide it free from the secretary's legs. Margaret's insane libido was
heating up in direct proportion to each article of clothing she stripped
from her prize. Matching panties and garter belt found their way to the
discarded pile of clothing and were soon followed by Janine's white silk stockings
and cream colored shoes.
Despite middle age, Janine's body was a rubenesque work of art. Full
milky white breasts were accented by a trim wasp-waist and highlighted by
full round hips and slender tapering legs. Margaret knew she would enjoy
the evening when she noticed how small and baby soft the secretary's bare feet
were. She suspected they would be incredibly ticklish, but just in case,
her chemical compounds veritably ensured a heightened sensitivity on every
inch of the woman's body.
Margaret draped a heavy comforter across the large coffee table in
the middle of the room, then transferred the nude secretary to its top. With
deft efficiency she withdrew the padded manacles from her carrysack and
expertly bound the woman's wrists and ankles to the table's legs. Tautly
bound, Janine's arms and legs were spread-eagled out at angles from her
body, preventing even the slightest movement or attempts to escape.
Satisfied, Margaret withdrew a small vial and hypodermic needle. She
injected the drug into Janine's thigh and waited patiently for the
antidote to take effect. Not quite a full antidote, the drug would bring the
brunette back to semi-consciousness but not ameliorate the effects of the
aphrodisiac.
Slowly, Janine rocked her head from side to side, blearily blinking
her eyes as awareness began to return. Her body tingled with an exceptionally
warm glow; as if hundreds of very furry caterpillars were dancing
playfully along every inch of her skin.
She recognized the tall form of the English Comp professor but felt
no fear or surprise; instead, a warm glow of complete trust and affection
permeated her soul. She was groggily unaware that she was totally naked
and bound to her coffee table, although that realization would soon enter her
cognizance.
"Hello Janine..." Margaret cooed, "...welcome back to the land of the
living."
Janine smiled stupidly as her adoring eyes followed the taller woman
around the coffee table.
"There's a few things I need to know and I'm sure you'll be very
happy to tell me" she began. "I need to know the combination to the safe in
the Dean's office" she requested.
Smiling coyly, Janine replied "but I can't tell you that
professor...you should know that".
"Oh now Janine, must you make me convince you ? I'll bet you'd be
simply tickled pink to tell me !"
Quivers of excitement shivered through Janine's body at the mere
mention of tickling, even though the secretary had no idea that was exactly what
Margaret intended to do to her. How could anyone know how utterly
helpless and uncontrollably excited she became when someone tickled her !
At that moment, Margaret withdrew a stiff goose quill from her bag
and playfully wafted it in the air above the bound secretary.
Only now did full realization descend on Janine that in her current
position there was no way she could prevent the mad professor from using
that feather on any part of her very ticklish body.
"Ohhhh nooooo !!!!" she tittered playfully, "you couldn't do that !
Please, I'm way too ticklish. I can't even stand someone telling me
they're going to tickle me". Janine didn't realize that she was already squirming
against her bonds in an effort to avoid the kissing caresses of that
feather.
"Mmmmmmmmm ? Oh yes I could..." Margaret countered just as playfully,
"...I can trace this feather right here over every inch of your body and
there is nothing you can do about it. In case you haven't noticed, you're
quite nude and very firmly bound to that table. You haven't the slightest
chance of stopping me from teasing and tickling you for as long as I want
!"
"Teeeeheeeee !!!!" Janine giggled as Margaret's words made her skin
tingle in perverse anticipation and her loins warm up with a building
lust. She knew she would be absolutely helpless once Margaret started tickling
her and would be telling everything she knew within seconds. But in the back
of her mind, she didn't want Margaret to stop tickling her until she was
raving mad with insane laughter so she exerted what control she could to keep
from telling Margaret anything.
"I think we'll start right here with these delicious looking nipples
of yours. My goodness ! They're already hard little nubbins aren't they ?
I'll bet you love being tickled and can't wait for me to drive you crazy with
this feather, can't you ?" Margaret teased.
"Noooooo....noooooo ! Pleeeeease ??????" Janine lied unconvincingly.
Her squirming and trembling made her full breasts jiggle and wiggle
invitingly.
Margaret traced the very tip of the feather's fronds around and
around Janine's left nipple. The brunette tried gritting her teeth to control
the laughter she felt welling up within her trim tummy but mewling little
giggles forced themselves out past her grinning lips.
"Heeeeeeeheheheheheeeeeee !!!! Teeeeheheheheeeee!
Mmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeheheheheeeeeeeeee !!!!"
Margaret alternated between the secretary's left and right nipples,
teasing them into engorged rigidity as Janine wriggled and squirmed on the
table. The forty-ish secretary was indeed VERY ticklish ! Margaret
probably wouldn't have needed her chemical concoction after all, but now she had an
unbelievably ticklish victim within her absolute power !
The mad professor teased her captive until she felt the woman would
break into squealing hilarity, then stopped abruptly to let her recover
her breath.
Janine wanted nothing more than to have Margaret continue her teasing
until she had totally lost all control. But such was not to be; stopping
the teasing was even more cruel than continuing on as her body yearned for the
caress of the feather and the total domination and release that it would
provide.
Margaret strutted regally around the coffee table and stopped at the
bottom. With a truly wicked intent, she reversed the feather's position
in her hand and stroked the hard quill up and down Janine's vulnerable right
foot !
Janine fairly exploded in gut-wrenching laughter that left her
helpless to her assailant's desire !
"HEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEHEHEHE!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEE !!!!!" she squealed as the professor
torturously tickled her extremely sensitive bare soles !
Both feet felt the insidious stroke of the feather while poor Janine
writhed fitfully against her unrelenting bonds. Her body vibrated with
delicious ecstasy as wave after wave of euphoria rippled through her
nerves. What was once squealing laughter subsided into breathless, soundless pants
of weakened hilarity that would never break into the audible range as her
tortured lungs cried for a renewal of deprived oxygen.
The totally helpless secretary could not find the breath for laughter
as her smoldering loins cried for the blissful release that the tickle
torture was pushing her towards. Janine tried pleading for Margaret to send her
over the edge but the wicked professor merely smiled in domineering delight as
she teased the woman's sensitive wrinkling soles.
Afraid that her charge would pass out from lack of oxygen, Margaret
stopped tickling the woman's exposed bare feet and moved to the top of the
table where she leaned over to verbally taunt the helpless woman.
"I don't suppose you'd want to tell me that combination now would you
?" she asked; hoping she wouldn't receive an answer.
Margaret was not to be denied. Janine, red-faced and totally
breathless, could not have uttered her name if you'd put a gun to her
head.
"So be it", the brunette professed with vicious finality. She moved
one foot back towards the middle of the table and wickedly flexed her long,
vicious fingernails.
With the speed of a cat, Margaret dug her long nails into the clearly
defined ribs of her bound victim and evilly tickled the helpless
brunette's exposed ribs!
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Janine squealed in
writhing delight as the last vestiges of control, resistance, and breath
were forcibly driven from her body !"
"EEEEEAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!" squealed the brunette
fitfully as she thrashed in tormented delight from side to side. Long ago
she had given up any hope of being able to endure Margaret's ticklish
assaults. With each cruel tickle her curly brown mound threatened to
explode with a sexual intensity she had heretofore only imagined in fantasy.
Margaret notice the pearly drops of Janine's excitement and decided
to toss her victim into the pits of tickling ecstasy. With experienced
hands, she teased the helpless woman's navel, tweaked her throbbing nipples, and
while spidering her one hand towards Janine's vulnerable soles, snaked her
other hand in between the moist flesh of the secretary's quivering mound.
Predictably, Janine's back arched in strenuous ecstasy as she crossed
over the edge into sexual oblivion. Each tickling stroke across her bare
feet amplified the sensuous stroking her tender lips were receiving.
Shuddering spasms wrenched every muscle in her body as she handed complete
control over to her super-charged libido.
Margaret watched in lurid fascination as her plaything vibrated with
an intensity she had never before witnessed. Unstoppable, the brunette's
sexually charged body experienced wave after excruciating wave of
unbridled ecstasy as one rapid fire orgasm followed the next.
The mad professor was torn between an incredible lust for this
sexually active woman and a desire to find out just how much the poor woman could
take. Diddling and tickling as fast as she could, Margaret chose the
later.
Guttural grunting sounds of animal intensity tore from Janine's raw
throat as rapid fire orgasms of frightening force ravaged her body. Even
without Margaret's teasing and tickling, it was doubtful she would be able
to
stop the maddening vibrations that totally dominated her body.
Finally, remembering her goal for information, Margaret ceased
teasing the helpless woman who immediately succumbed to the over-stimulation and
mercifully passed out beneath her questing fingers.
Flushed with sexual excitement, the tall brunette couldn't wait hours
for her captive to regain consciousness. Instead, Margaret kneeled by the
foot of the coffee table and began teasing the woman's soft bare feet with
the tip of her tongue.
Almost immediately, Janine began to titter and whimper in ticklish
delight as her very tender bare soles felt the kiss of the tip of the
professor's tongue.
Gasping roughly through a throat tortured raw, Janine wheezed and
giggled as her small feet tried to wriggle away from Margaret's sensuous
kissing.
Sensing that the secretary had recovered enough sense to answer her
questions, Margaret retrieved her goose quill and stood above the sweaty,
captive brunette.
"Now, perhaps I should ask you this question again" she purred,
"...what is the combination to the safe in the Dean's office ?"
As Janine gulped air deeply into her tortured lungs, Margaret teased
the end of the feather across the curly, dew moistened hairs of the
secretary's vulnerably exposed mound.
"35..... 12..... 46 !!!!" Janine rasped out as her hips wriggled in
uncontrollable lewdness.
"Ohhhhhhhhh !!! I see.... you'd like to talk now" Margaret teased
unnecessarily, "... is there anything else you'd like to tell me ?"
"...anything.... everything..... just please stop..... NO !!!! DON'T
STOP !!!!! PLEASE !!!!! OH GOD YES !!!!!!!" Janine pleaded as her body
took control of her mind once again.
With lewd satisfaction, Margaret probed the tip of the feather into
Janine's most sensitive area and teased the extremely ticklish secretary
into a mind shattering explosion that would take hours for her to recover from.
Smoldering herself, Margaret released the foolishly grinning but
satisfied brunette, and put her to bed. Thankfully, Margaret knew that
Janine would not remember the specifics of this evening, but would forever be at
her beck and call anytime she mentioned tickling or produced a stiff goose
quill in the ticklish woman's presence. With great satisfaction, Margaret left
Janine's house and made her way towards State College.
