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CURIOSITY p. 1 f-f & mf

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Hi all This story IS NOT mine I fond it in Google.

http://groups.google.com/group/alt.multimedia.tk/browse_thread/thread/adb836fb8d721d/f1c8c5bfbe65386d?hl=en&lnk=gst&q=shaving+brush+tickling#f1c8c5bfbe65386d

I dont know the ather any ideas?

CURIOSITY

Denise Redburn knocked on the patio door. She came to visit
her best friend Lisa for their regular afternoon coffee break.
After a moment with no response, she entered, and closed the
door. "Lisa, are you home?" Denise called. Silence. Denise
found this strange, as Lisa usually didn't go far when she knew
that her neighbour was coming over. A noise from somewhere down
in the basement caught Denise's attention. She's probably doing
some laundry she thought to herself, moving for the stairs that
went down into Lisa's basement.

Reaching the laundry room, Denise was puzzled. Lisa was not
there. "Lisa? Are you down here?" she said loudly, looking
around. She moved to the rec room. No one there. She looked to
the hallway that the furnace room was off of. A small amount of
light spilled from the end of it from underneath a door Denise
hadn't known about. She walked toward it, calling out to Lisa.
Hearing nothing in response, she entered.

Denise was immediately surprised by what she found. The
moderately sized room was carpeted, and darkly panelled. From
the dim light overhead, she could see a few pieces of furniture
in the room. A mirror covered part of one wall. A large wooden
beam ran across the ceiling, from one end to another. Eyes
adjusting, she moved in, and gasped. It looked like some kind of
dungeon! Ropes hung from rings in the ceiling beam and lay
coiled on hooks on the walls. The bed in front of her had
leather cuffs attached to the bed posts. Handcuffs, leather
straps and cuffs, vibrators and several candles lay atop the
workbench beside the bed. So, this is what they're into thought
Denise, taking in the strange surroundings!

Lisa had talked briefly in previous conversations about the
kinky side of her sex life with her boyfriend Brad. Denise knew
that they had been into sex videos and toys, and had even tried
bondage, but she had no idea they were this involved! Denise
recalled Lisa mentioning that she had let Brad spank her once,
and had found it to be very arousing, although she didn't enjoy
it as much as he did. Just last week Lisa had hinted that she
and Brad were experimenting with something that was wildly
erotic, but wouldn't say exactly what it was.

Denise moved further down the room. A padded leather bench
with various straps and buckles looked rather interesting. She
tried to imagine Lisa's trim body strapped to the apparatus, and
what Brad would be doing to her in such a position. She envied
her friend, whose long, blonde hair and golden, tanned body drew
looks everywhere she went. Lisa was fairly tall, and had a great
body. Denise, a brunette with short, wavy hair and more muscular
body, stood several inches shorter than Lisa, but also managed to
catch men's eyes. But Lisa had Brad, a fine catch by any
standards, and Denise was single at the moment. She often
thought about Brad, with his muscular chest and deep blue eyes
late at night when she sought to relieve her sexual tension.

In the corner, something odd looking drew her forward. It
was a pair of stocks, somehow bolted to the floor and sitting in
front of a padded, low-backed chair. Denise walked up to it and
sat in the chair, caressing the leather as she closed her eyes
and let her imagination wander. As she thought about the kinds
of interesting sexual activities her friends engaged in down in
this adult playroom, she stretched her legs out until her ankles
rested on the bottom part of the stocks. Forgetting her original
intent, she eased a hand down into her cutoff shorts and began
stroking her tingling pussy. Denise moaned, fantasizing.

With her awareness dominated by the sensations from rubbing
herself, she didn't notice a figure creep into the room and sneak
up in front of her. Only after she climaxed, moaning low in
pleasure, did she open her eyes and realize with a start she
wasn't alone.

"Lisa!" she cried, surprised. Immediately her face went
red. She couldn't find any words to speak to explain what she
was doing there. Lisa laughed, and gave Denise a playful look,
licking her lips as she moved toward her. "So, Denise, what do
you think? Do you like our little fun-room?", she asked, playing
with the buckle on a leather restraint. Denise breathed heavily,
still shocked. "Well," she stammered, "it's ... uh ... nice."
Embarrassed at having been caught by her best friend, it was all
she could manage. "Don't be ashamed, Denise," soothed Lisa,
putting a hand on her thigh, "I thought you looked very sexy!"

"You are curious about what Brad and I do down here, aren't
you?" Lisa asked, scratching her chin thoughtfully. Denise,
blushed, then smiled. "Of course I am! I mean, look at this
place!" she said, her heart still pounding. Only then did Denise
realize that Lisa had managed to slide her ankles into the bottom
semi-circular openings of the stocks. Fascinated, she watched as
Lisa lowered the top block, trapping her ankles. Denise pulled,
but could not remove them.

"Don't worry Denise, you're not going anywhere for a little
while," Lisa said, trying to reassure her friend. "Lisa, what
are you doing? Please let me out of here. Let's go have our
coffee, okay?" Denise implored, starting to panic a little.
Being locked in the stocks suddenly made her feel exposed. "I'll
let you out, Denise, don't worry about that. But I think it's
only fair I satisfy your curiosity first, don't you?"

"Umm, Lisa, you know that, I ... " Denise started to
apologize, then stopped as she saw Lisa move to one side and
begin lowering the rope that ran through a ring above Denise's
head. Two thick, leather cuffs at the end of the rope descended
toward Denise. "Uh, Lisa, what are you doing?" Denise asked,
nervously eyeing the dangling cuffs in front of her. "Relax,
Denise," cooed Lisa, taking her wrist and moving it toward the
cuff, "this won't hurt a bit, and you might actually enjoy it!"

Denise pulled her wrist away. "No way, Lisa, you let me out
right now!" she demanded. Lisa laughed, and crossed her arms.
"Look Denise, you're in no position to argue. You can yell and
scream for help if you want, but believe me, you can't be heard
outside of this room," she said, trying to be gentle. "Just be
thankful it was me that found you here, and not Brad. He would
just love to get his hands on you, especially locked up down
here!" she added with mischief in her eyes.

Denise couldn't help smiling. She didn't resist as Lisa
removed her T-shirt and bra, exposing her sensitive, pale
breasts. "Very nice, Denise. I'll bet Brad would appreciate
them even more," she said, moving to gently kiss Denise's
sensitive nipples. Denise shivered. She seemed almost dazed as
she watched Lisa buckle her wrists into the cuffs and pull them
up over her head with the rope. When her arms were drawn taut,
Lisa tied the rope off and buckled a strap across Denise's waist.
Then she moved toward a bench over by Denise's right.

"What are you going to do, Lisa?", questioned Denise as she
pulled at her wrist restraints. "What Brad would do to you, not
to mention me, if he found either one of us down here," she said,
chuckling and rummaging in a cabinet under the bench. Denise
craned her neck, trying to see what Lisa was up to.

"What do you mean, what he would do?", Denise inquired,
excited, yet nervous. Lisa giggled to herself, as she bent to
retrieve several items that Denise could not see from her
position. Lisa turned to show her helpless friend an armful of
multicolored feathers and variety of different brushes. "Why,
he'd TICKLE you, of course, the same way he tickles ME!" she said
cheerily, laying her implements out on a small table in front of
Denise.

Denise's eyes went wide, and the breath caught in her
throat. "No! Lisa no, not tickling!" she cried, twisting in her
bonds. "You can't do this!" she commanded, trying to sound in
control. Lisa took a long-handled paint brush, and twirled it
menacingly as she moved toward Denise's torso. "Come on, Lisa,
you know how ticklish I am. Please, don't!" she pleaded, giving
Lisa her best mournful look. Lisa laughed, and stroked Denise's
cheek gently. "Oh, I know how ticklish you are. And believe me,
I know exactly what you're about to go through!" Lisa explained,
as Denise began to tremble.

"Don't worry, this really is going to be fun!" Lisa said,
grinning evilly, and stepped back to begin. Before Denise could
beg her friend not to tickle her, she felt the brush graze the
smooth hollow of her right armpit. Instantly she giggled, and
tried to pull away. "PLEASE, LISA ...!" she cried, watching the
brush descend again. The bristly tip swirled in her ticklish
pit. "NOOOOO ... HAAHAHAA!" Denise squealed in response.
Lisa giggled triumphantly, and moved the brush down Denise's
exposed side, lingering to tease her around the waist strap.
Denise, jerking at every touch, shut her eyes tightly and fought
the laughter that naturally followed the movement of the
paintbrush.

Pulling up a stool, Lisa sat and methodically tickled her
squealing friend's whole right side, tickling her ribs and breast
with the devilish paintbrush. She teased Denise's swelling,
sensitive nipple with tickles and licks, all the while running
the tormenting brush around in Denise's armpit. Denise watched
the movement of the brush and Lisa's fingers, laughing heartily
despite her efforts to control herself.

After a short break, Lisa was back at it, this time working
on Denise's left side. Denise reeled from the teasing, vainly
trying to escape the tormenting brush that drove her insane! Her
laughter became louder as the tickling continued, and suddenly
she became aware that she was turned on by the whole thing.
Between squealing fits of laughter, she could feel her pussy
rubbing against the damp fabric of her shorts as she twisted and
squirmed. Finally, Lisa stopped the maddening torment, and
Denise sucked in gulps of air to fill her heaving lungs. Oh God,
this is too much she thought to herself, almost not believing
that it was happening! But it was still making her wet.

Lisa was already busy preparing for the next part. Putting
aside the brush, she went to Denise's feet and began removing her
running shoes. "PLEASE LISA, NOT MY FEET!" screamed Denise,
furiously squirming her feet to keep her from taking her shoes
away. Denise continued begging Lisa, but it did no good. First
one, then the other shoe hit the floor with a dull thud.

Lisa paused for a moment to gaze upon Denise's pretty bare
feet, noticing the nice pink polish on her shapely toes. She
knew from stories that Denise had told her about being tickled as
a child that she would go wild from having her feet tickled.
Lisa smiled at the thought, aroused by the image of her nails
tickling Denise's sexy, wrinkling soles.

Despite Denise's struggles and protests, Lisa took a pair of
thumbcuffs and clipped Denise's big toes together. "Lisa, what
is that?" she cried, trying to wiggle free of them. Lisa hummed
merrily, watching Denise fidget as she attached a cord to the
cuffs and fastened it to a ring on the top of the stocks.
"Nothing to worry about, Denise. It's just part of the fun!" she
said, scratching one of her friend's fleshy toes. She pleaded
with her captor to free her as Lisa hummed to herself, looking
over the assorted tickling tools that she had at her disposal.

Lisa pulled the stool close and looked at her friend's
helpless bare feet. "I've always loved how smooth and sexy your
soles are, Denise!" she whispered, leaning toward them. Denise,
tensed, preparing for the worst. "Please, Lisa, have a heart.
Haven't I had enough?" she pleaded. Lisa kissed the tips of her
toes. Then she looked up, beaming and said, "Not yet!"

Denise bucked in her seat when she felt Lisa's long
fingernails on the tender flesh beneath her toes. The nails
slowly scraped down her soles. "LIIISSAAAA!" she wailed, trying
to scrunch her toes. As the nails tickled down across the
arches, Denise burst out laughing. "My, my, you certainly are
TICKLISH on your bare soles, aren't you my DEAR!", Lisa mocked.
Denise could not answer back, as the nails were already scraping
up from her sensitive heels, generating more laughter.

So, this is what it's like thought Lisa, eagerly raking her
sharp nails up and down Denise's soft, creamy soles as Denise's
laughter filled the room. No wonder Brad loves to tickle me
silly, she mused. She continued her exploration of Denise's
imprisoned soles, marvelling at how quickly she was becoming
unhinged. A sharp squeal escaped from Denise as Lisa flickered
her fingertips across her toes. My God, do I lose control as
quick as this she wondered? She thought back to the previous
Friday night, when she lay hog-tied on the bed while Brad took a
shaving brush to her soles for half an hour. Her feet
unconsciously wiggled at the thought, as she recalled how very
quickly her defiance turned to desperate screams for him to stop!

The foot tickling went on for several minutes, with Lisa
applying many of the techniques Brad had used on her with so much
success. She gave Denise a couple of short breaks, allowing her
to beg for mercy before driving her wild with tickling strokes on
her helpless bare feet. Stopping for another break, she went to
retrieve a couple of toothbrushes, determined to give Denise the
full treatment. She was sure that Denise would scream as loud as
she did when Brad used them on her! Turning from her still
giggling victim, she froze when she saw a dark shape moving
toward her out of the corner of her eye. It was Brad! He
grabbed Lisa, and pushed her to the bed, snapping open a pair of
gleaming handcuffs. "Hi honey, I'm home!" he called cheerfully,
a hint of lust in his eyes. Turning to Denise, who glanced
meekly at him, he said, "And hello to you, Denise. I'll be with
you in a minute." Denise didn't know what to say.
 
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