Black....
Floaty...
Drugged?
Nicole was conscience... that is to say, she was aware of her surroundings and there wasn't too much to say about that. It was like being in a dream state, except that she couldn't see.. not a real comfortable feeling. She made a mental check list of her situation. She reached out with her mind and there was nothing there. Was she dead? She touched herself...no...she still had feeling. She reached out again. There was no wind, no noise, no light...nothing... Nicole had always been slightly claustrophobic. This was bad. She took slow deep breaths to keep her nerve in check. She was still breathing, this was good. She could feel the cool air, filling her lungs with each controlled breath. She did another mental calculation. She really couldn't tell if she was even sitting up or lying down... "Curiouser and curiouser..." She laughed at herself at the literary reference.
Then she heard a very faint noise, like she was wearing headphones with the volume turned down too low. She wanted it to be louder, but it just wasn't there. It sounded like mumbling, like there were a great number of people in the "room"... but far off. At least this was something. She wasn't alone then... or was she? Nicole was forced into the realization that she couldn't absolutely be sure of any sensation she was having, for aside of the whisperings in her ears...she had...none. She felt that she might break down and cry if given half a chance. Then a voice, clear and gentle entered her mind. It said her name. Was she actually hearing it, or was it just her imagination? It almost didn't matter. At least this was something!
Maybe it was the panic or just her mind playing tricks on her, but she sudden felt as though her arms were being pinned to her sides. She tried to move her arms free. Nothing. In fact, with every breath her arms grew tighter and tighter against her sides. She tried moving her legs. The same thing was occurring to them as well. It seemed as they were being brought together almost as though they were being tied together by some terrific force. She yelled for help, but it was like yelling in the vacuum of outer-space. Nothing came out. Only her mind was screaming, racing... similar to being in a panic loop, like a car crash happening in slow motion. She tried moving her head, moving her feet...anything! She was totally immobile, floating through the black of nothingness.
One is seldom aware of the feeling of ones clothing against the skin. It is a common occurrence and we think nothing about it... until it is gone. Nicole thought at this point that she must be truly going mad, because she could feel her clothing evaporating. Like standing water on the sidewalk on a hot day, her clothing imperceptibly vanished. Yet she was not cold as one measures temperature. Nervous? Hell yes! Cold? No. The fear made her want to shiver, and that's about all she could do. "Now any time, I'm gonna wake up and this will all be over with", she thought to herself...wished to herself... pleaded to herself.
The deprivation of the senses makes you more keenly aware of ANY sense that does happen. So it was no surprise to Nicole when she felt...sensed, something extremely light on the sole of her left foot. It was like a puff of air, or a wisp of smoke, brushing past her foot. It was another sign stability, it felt good. It meant that she was NOT dead or (at least for now) totally mad. She felt her toes move slightly. However she could not tell if this was a voluntary or a involuntary motion. The feeling became an itch. The itch evolved into a tingle. This simple incident, because of her condition, was perceived...magnified, ten fold. It threw her of guard and she choked off a suppressed giggle. The giggle echoed across the space that was her mind. Nicole now felt a more positive sensation, an unmistakable maddening tickle, running the length of the ball of her foot. The tickle then proceeded down the middle of her sole, trailing off at her heel. The muscles in her body locked has she began snickering to herself. It was now really becoming quite annoying actually. First of all, she couldn't control it, and secondly, the tickling was getting worse and worse... She didn't know how much longer she could hold the tickling in check. Suddenly she could feel the same thing happen to her other foot as well. A feathery, silky touch ran between her spread toes. As this wasn't bad enough, she then felt a tickling at her chin and ears as well. Her face burned with the uncontrollable shame of it all. A feathery tickle invaded her midriff. She laughed openly now, loudly. What did it matter? Who would know? At least she hoped nobody was watching. Nicole was angry that she couldn't make the tickling stop. She laughed now out of anger, frustration, and ...pleasure. A tear emerged from her unseeing eyes and ran slowly down her cheek.
Just when Nicole thought that it could go on no longer, she felt her arms and legs slowly moving, pulling gently away from her torso. The tickling, however did not abate but at least, for now, it felt good to finally get to move out of that confining position she was in. Then it was as if there was something pulling at her wrists and ankles, pulling them out at "ten & two and eight & four", until they could be pulled no more. She found herself spread-eagle, suspended in the tortured recesses of her mind. The tickling ebbed, then came to a stop. Then there was a terrible void of time...
Once again there was just the faintest touch, a breath, a mere wisp of air, barely perceptible on her Mons pubis. The feathery pressure increased, became localized. It tingled and set her nerve endings on fire. This was tickling of a slightly different kind. Sure it initially made her laugh, and she was still extremely "suspended" in this space, but as the tickling narrowed on to her labia majora, her laughter evolved into moans of pleasure. Slowly her labia majora parted by an unseen force, exposing another layer of pleasure. The tickling narrowed yet again, moving around her labia minora. It was as though the "feather" became smaller and smaller as her inner lips grew darker in color. She wanted to move...she tried desperately to move, but the invisible force held her quite firmly in place. The torture now unbelievable. The "feather" continued to shrink again, now down to the size of an artist's brush as tickled around her clitoral hood. Nicole screamed for release. Her vagina opening glistened with her orgasmic juices. She could feel it start to tighten. An imminent orgasm was building up with every breath she took... "Release... oh please... God!!" Suddenly everything stopped and the outer body tickling took over... "What the F.....HAHAHA!!!! The switch was immediate and complete. It was not long that she was once again driven hysterical by the simultaneous tickling of chin, underarms, midriff, knees and feet. Just as before when it had seemed that she could endure the tickling no more, that part of it stopped, and was replaced by the sexual tickling once again... This occurred several times until the two became intertwined. Nicole became a woman, torn in two and on the brink of madness. The sexual tickling continued and now constituted as a "brush" that was made with only three hairs on it. It teased her clitoral hood now to the point of retraction, thus exposing her throbbing pink clitoris. The three hairs lightly kissed her clitoris from bottom to top. They were spread evenly so that the ones on the ends came in contact with the sides and the center hair tickled the "sole" of her clitoris. Two strokes down... Nicole's vagina was beginning swell with each ticklish pass of the brush. One stroke up... Her outer vagina was tightening up... "so wet.....so wet", she groaned/thought. She wanted to move her hand, to touch herself in the worst way. To finish it... Two strokes up... She could feel... "AHHHHH!!!! MMMMM!!!..." Strong uterus contractions... pounding... wave upon wave.... over and over....uncontrolable...every muscle was contracting together... Little sparks of light played tricks with her eyes, even though she was still enveloped in blackness. The only person in existence. Nicole cried and screamed at the same time... "OH, MY GOD.... OH...MY GOD!!!!!" Her juices trickled down past her vagina and soaked her anus. "God....mmmm....ahhhhhh" her breathing slowed bit by bit as she came down from the other side of her intense orgasm... she cried like a baby.
Just as she was about to regain some of her composure, Nicole heard a voice in her head. It said her name again, as before. Gently, sweetly... like you would if your were to awaken a child from a nap.
One...
The "room" became brighter... she could feel her clothes again...
Two...
Her extremities were returning to their normal, relaxed state...
Three...
Nicole heard the snap of Dr. Melanie's fingers... she opened her eyes...
Dr. Melanie PhD, looked down over her and gave her a reassuring smile. "That was some session Nicole, are you alright?" Nicole shifted in her padded chair, trying to hide her embarrassment. She checked her forehead for perspiration. "I hope I didn't yell or anything... did I? Nicole asked, wiping her brow. "No more than usual" Dr. Melanie said. She was trying to stifle a grin as she swung around and returned to her desk. "I'm I cured yet?", Nicole sheepishly asked. "Not quite, we have a lot of work yet to do for your tickling fetish." There was a pause... A lot of work... The good doctor's voice trailed off. "A lot..."
Floaty...
Drugged?
Nicole was conscience... that is to say, she was aware of her surroundings and there wasn't too much to say about that. It was like being in a dream state, except that she couldn't see.. not a real comfortable feeling. She made a mental check list of her situation. She reached out with her mind and there was nothing there. Was she dead? She touched herself...no...she still had feeling. She reached out again. There was no wind, no noise, no light...nothing... Nicole had always been slightly claustrophobic. This was bad. She took slow deep breaths to keep her nerve in check. She was still breathing, this was good. She could feel the cool air, filling her lungs with each controlled breath. She did another mental calculation. She really couldn't tell if she was even sitting up or lying down... "Curiouser and curiouser..." She laughed at herself at the literary reference.
Then she heard a very faint noise, like she was wearing headphones with the volume turned down too low. She wanted it to be louder, but it just wasn't there. It sounded like mumbling, like there were a great number of people in the "room"... but far off. At least this was something. She wasn't alone then... or was she? Nicole was forced into the realization that she couldn't absolutely be sure of any sensation she was having, for aside of the whisperings in her ears...she had...none. She felt that she might break down and cry if given half a chance. Then a voice, clear and gentle entered her mind. It said her name. Was she actually hearing it, or was it just her imagination? It almost didn't matter. At least this was something!
Maybe it was the panic or just her mind playing tricks on her, but she sudden felt as though her arms were being pinned to her sides. She tried to move her arms free. Nothing. In fact, with every breath her arms grew tighter and tighter against her sides. She tried moving her legs. The same thing was occurring to them as well. It seemed as they were being brought together almost as though they were being tied together by some terrific force. She yelled for help, but it was like yelling in the vacuum of outer-space. Nothing came out. Only her mind was screaming, racing... similar to being in a panic loop, like a car crash happening in slow motion. She tried moving her head, moving her feet...anything! She was totally immobile, floating through the black of nothingness.
One is seldom aware of the feeling of ones clothing against the skin. It is a common occurrence and we think nothing about it... until it is gone. Nicole thought at this point that she must be truly going mad, because she could feel her clothing evaporating. Like standing water on the sidewalk on a hot day, her clothing imperceptibly vanished. Yet she was not cold as one measures temperature. Nervous? Hell yes! Cold? No. The fear made her want to shiver, and that's about all she could do. "Now any time, I'm gonna wake up and this will all be over with", she thought to herself...wished to herself... pleaded to herself.
The deprivation of the senses makes you more keenly aware of ANY sense that does happen. So it was no surprise to Nicole when she felt...sensed, something extremely light on the sole of her left foot. It was like a puff of air, or a wisp of smoke, brushing past her foot. It was another sign stability, it felt good. It meant that she was NOT dead or (at least for now) totally mad. She felt her toes move slightly. However she could not tell if this was a voluntary or a involuntary motion. The feeling became an itch. The itch evolved into a tingle. This simple incident, because of her condition, was perceived...magnified, ten fold. It threw her of guard and she choked off a suppressed giggle. The giggle echoed across the space that was her mind. Nicole now felt a more positive sensation, an unmistakable maddening tickle, running the length of the ball of her foot. The tickle then proceeded down the middle of her sole, trailing off at her heel. The muscles in her body locked has she began snickering to herself. It was now really becoming quite annoying actually. First of all, she couldn't control it, and secondly, the tickling was getting worse and worse... She didn't know how much longer she could hold the tickling in check. Suddenly she could feel the same thing happen to her other foot as well. A feathery, silky touch ran between her spread toes. As this wasn't bad enough, she then felt a tickling at her chin and ears as well. Her face burned with the uncontrollable shame of it all. A feathery tickle invaded her midriff. She laughed openly now, loudly. What did it matter? Who would know? At least she hoped nobody was watching. Nicole was angry that she couldn't make the tickling stop. She laughed now out of anger, frustration, and ...pleasure. A tear emerged from her unseeing eyes and ran slowly down her cheek.
Just when Nicole thought that it could go on no longer, she felt her arms and legs slowly moving, pulling gently away from her torso. The tickling, however did not abate but at least, for now, it felt good to finally get to move out of that confining position she was in. Then it was as if there was something pulling at her wrists and ankles, pulling them out at "ten & two and eight & four", until they could be pulled no more. She found herself spread-eagle, suspended in the tortured recesses of her mind. The tickling ebbed, then came to a stop. Then there was a terrible void of time...
Once again there was just the faintest touch, a breath, a mere wisp of air, barely perceptible on her Mons pubis. The feathery pressure increased, became localized. It tingled and set her nerve endings on fire. This was tickling of a slightly different kind. Sure it initially made her laugh, and she was still extremely "suspended" in this space, but as the tickling narrowed on to her labia majora, her laughter evolved into moans of pleasure. Slowly her labia majora parted by an unseen force, exposing another layer of pleasure. The tickling narrowed yet again, moving around her labia minora. It was as though the "feather" became smaller and smaller as her inner lips grew darker in color. She wanted to move...she tried desperately to move, but the invisible force held her quite firmly in place. The torture now unbelievable. The "feather" continued to shrink again, now down to the size of an artist's brush as tickled around her clitoral hood. Nicole screamed for release. Her vagina opening glistened with her orgasmic juices. She could feel it start to tighten. An imminent orgasm was building up with every breath she took... "Release... oh please... God!!" Suddenly everything stopped and the outer body tickling took over... "What the F.....HAHAHA!!!! The switch was immediate and complete. It was not long that she was once again driven hysterical by the simultaneous tickling of chin, underarms, midriff, knees and feet. Just as before when it had seemed that she could endure the tickling no more, that part of it stopped, and was replaced by the sexual tickling once again... This occurred several times until the two became intertwined. Nicole became a woman, torn in two and on the brink of madness. The sexual tickling continued and now constituted as a "brush" that was made with only three hairs on it. It teased her clitoral hood now to the point of retraction, thus exposing her throbbing pink clitoris. The three hairs lightly kissed her clitoris from bottom to top. They were spread evenly so that the ones on the ends came in contact with the sides and the center hair tickled the "sole" of her clitoris. Two strokes down... Nicole's vagina was beginning swell with each ticklish pass of the brush. One stroke up... Her outer vagina was tightening up... "so wet.....so wet", she groaned/thought. She wanted to move her hand, to touch herself in the worst way. To finish it... Two strokes up... She could feel... "AHHHHH!!!! MMMMM!!!..." Strong uterus contractions... pounding... wave upon wave.... over and over....uncontrolable...every muscle was contracting together... Little sparks of light played tricks with her eyes, even though she was still enveloped in blackness. The only person in existence. Nicole cried and screamed at the same time... "OH, MY GOD.... OH...MY GOD!!!!!" Her juices trickled down past her vagina and soaked her anus. "God....mmmm....ahhhhhh" her breathing slowed bit by bit as she came down from the other side of her intense orgasm... she cried like a baby.
Just as she was about to regain some of her composure, Nicole heard a voice in her head. It said her name again, as before. Gently, sweetly... like you would if your were to awaken a child from a nap.
One...
The "room" became brighter... she could feel her clothes again...
Two...
Her extremities were returning to their normal, relaxed state...
Three...
Nicole heard the snap of Dr. Melanie's fingers... she opened her eyes...
Dr. Melanie PhD, looked down over her and gave her a reassuring smile. "That was some session Nicole, are you alright?" Nicole shifted in her padded chair, trying to hide her embarrassment. She checked her forehead for perspiration. "I hope I didn't yell or anything... did I? Nicole asked, wiping her brow. "No more than usual" Dr. Melanie said. She was trying to stifle a grin as she swung around and returned to her desk. "I'm I cured yet?", Nicole sheepishly asked. "Not quite, we have a lot of work yet to do for your tickling fetish." There was a pause... A lot of work... The good doctor's voice trailed off. "A lot..."
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