Owain Tudur
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Late Saturday morning. Poor little Tiffany was deep asleep, her body in an undeniably uncomfortable position but still the elfin blonde cutie slept. Her evil masked mistress was true to her word the night before; after being slowly stripped naked and tickle-tortured which eventually led to an earth-shattering orgasm for the little blonde coed, the dominatrix indeed gave Tiffany time to clean up and a good night rest.
First, the masked villianess adjusted the pulley system, gently depositing the spent young woman onto the table. Holding a cup of water for Tiffany, the masked beauty gently gave the glowing blonde a drink. The dominatrix then unlocked the manacles from the wrists and ankles of her blonde tickle toy and gently led the nude Tiffany to a prepared chamber.
Why didn’t Tiffany attempt to escape, one might ask, but gentle readers there is a reason for Tiffany meekly accepting her present fate. Besides being exhausted from her experience, Tiffany couldn’t make an attempt to escape from her cruel masked kidnapper. The readers should remember that the masked dominatrix, who in the outside world is a librarian at Glencoe College, dabbled in the world of black magic. It was witchcraft, or, as the 38-year-old Yvonne Lemieux preferred, “magick,” that had led the ticklish cutie to be in the hands of the dominatrix. A potion was in the water that the dominatrix gave Tiffany that guaranteed a short trance-like state that made Tiffany as agreeable as possible.
Opening the chamber door, Tiffany walked in, her cold bare feet now feeling the warmth of the thick shaggy carpet on the floor. The small, windowless room was lit by a light fixture on the ceiling and contained a small table with a chair with a small, comfortable bed in a corner. Tiffany noticed another door at one side of the room. Taking the blonde’s hand, the dominatrix led Tiffany to the door and opened the door to a small bathroom, which contained a bathtub, a sink and a toilet. A large mirror was on the wall over the sink. The masked woman turned on the water spigots in the tub. Pouring some bubble bath in the tub and pulling out a large fluffy towel out of a small cabinet, she smiled at the blonde and left the room. Going out the chamber door, the dominatrix shut and locked the door and allowed Tiffany privacy.
After relieving herself, the blonde spent a long time in the hot bubble bath. Getting out, she drained the tub and dried herself off with the warm towel. Leaving the bathroom, Tiffany noticed a warm dinner waiting for her on the table. A flannel nightgown and bathrobe awaited her on the bed. Tiffany gratefully put on the comfortable nightgown and bathrobe on and sat down at the table for a hearty dinner of Irish stew, a green salad and biscuits. A glass of milk was also on the table. Despite the terror of being a captive who had been humiliated and tickle-tortured, Tiffany found she had a huge appetite and wolfed down the large meal and drank the milk while her cute pink toes wriggled in the thick shaggy rug.
She was still in the grip of the magic potion but there was something else that led to Tiffany‘s seeming acceptance of her predicament. Despite having just gone through a horrifying, humiliating experience, Tiffany had also enjoyed it, having felt soaring sexual excitement that went even beyond what she had felt that night when she was captured and tickled by the Sigma Gammas. And as in the case of her adventure at the sorority, the tickling had not only led to arousal but ended in a most delightful orgasm. Tiffany, despite not knowing what her fate would be, paradoxically feared yet craved of what the masked woman had in store for her in the morrow.
After finishing her meal, Tiffany realized she hadn’t even tried to open the door that led outside of her comfortable prison. Getting up, she tried the handle. Locked. Not like she didn’t expect otherwise.
Shrugging her shoulders, Tiffany walked into the bathroom to use the toothbrush, still unopened in its plastic case, and the toothpaste that she had noticed earlier on the sink. After brushing her teeth, the cute blonde opened up the drawers in the small cabinet. Nothing inside them except a small comb and brush. Again, feeling strangely relaxed, Tiffany brushed her hair before turning out the bathroom light and exiting into the small chamber.
Yawning, Tiffany was now exhausted and ready to drop asleep. Unknown to the blonde, leaving nothing to chance, Yvonne had slipped a mickey into the milk. Slipping off her bathrobe and letting it hit the floor, the tired coed made her way to the bed, threw open the thick blanket and sheets aside before plopping on the soft mattress, her head resting on the goose down-filled pillow before putting the blankets over her recumbent form. Almost instantly, she fill in a deep sleep.
Watching through a peephole in the locked door, Miss Lemieux smiled to herself before turning off the light to the room from a light switch next to the door. She’ll be asleep for hours, the mickey assuring her plenty of time to get her tickle toy ready for a surprise guest tickler.
The next morning, the dominatrix, now dressed in a short black skirt the accentuated her wide hips, narrow waist and large breasts, unlocked the chamber door and quietly entered the chamber. Wearing black fishnet stockings with black stiletto-heeled shoes, the 38-year-old librarian now wore a cat woman-like leather mask, much of her hair, now dyed a deep purple, hung out the back of the mask in a ponytail. Yvonne now wore yellow eye contacts, her face heavily made up in white pancake makeup, her lips colored a ruby red.
Tiffany was still asleep. The blonde looked so cute, Yvonne thought to herself. Yvonne chuckled to herself and went to the bathroom and started a bath.
She made her way to the bed where the cute blonde slept. Gently shaking the young lady's shoulders, the masked woman gently got Tiffany to rise out of bed. Tiffany was still under the spell of the potion and allowed herself to be led into the bathroom.
"Get cleaned up, sweetie, you have a big day ahead of you."
The masked mistress left Tiffany and left the chamber. While Tiffany was still in the bath, Yvonne returned and put breakfast on the table. Cereal, assorted fruits, toast, orange juice and an urn of black coffee awaited Tiffany. Tiffany eventually came out, naked, drying herself off with a towel. The masked woman smiled at the nude cutie and draped the warm bathrobe over Tiffany's shoulders.
"Eat your breakfast, sweetie. I'll be back," the pretty dominatrix said as she turned and left the chamber, locking the door behind her.
Tiffany simply sat down and ate breakfast. Taking a sip of coffee, the young blonde continued to eat. Again, Tiffany found herself to be famished and she ate a large breakfast before she started to get sleepy. Barely keeping her eyes open, the drugged blonde stood up and somehow made it to the bed before she fell on the covers, asleep.
Watching from the outside, Miss Lemieux unlocked the door. The girl should be asleep for several hours, plenty of time to get the blonde cutie ready. By the time Tiffany awakes, the potion will be worn off and the tickle toy will be in for a long, long day.
First, the masked villianess adjusted the pulley system, gently depositing the spent young woman onto the table. Holding a cup of water for Tiffany, the masked beauty gently gave the glowing blonde a drink. The dominatrix then unlocked the manacles from the wrists and ankles of her blonde tickle toy and gently led the nude Tiffany to a prepared chamber.
Why didn’t Tiffany attempt to escape, one might ask, but gentle readers there is a reason for Tiffany meekly accepting her present fate. Besides being exhausted from her experience, Tiffany couldn’t make an attempt to escape from her cruel masked kidnapper. The readers should remember that the masked dominatrix, who in the outside world is a librarian at Glencoe College, dabbled in the world of black magic. It was witchcraft, or, as the 38-year-old Yvonne Lemieux preferred, “magick,” that had led the ticklish cutie to be in the hands of the dominatrix. A potion was in the water that the dominatrix gave Tiffany that guaranteed a short trance-like state that made Tiffany as agreeable as possible.
Opening the chamber door, Tiffany walked in, her cold bare feet now feeling the warmth of the thick shaggy carpet on the floor. The small, windowless room was lit by a light fixture on the ceiling and contained a small table with a chair with a small, comfortable bed in a corner. Tiffany noticed another door at one side of the room. Taking the blonde’s hand, the dominatrix led Tiffany to the door and opened the door to a small bathroom, which contained a bathtub, a sink and a toilet. A large mirror was on the wall over the sink. The masked woman turned on the water spigots in the tub. Pouring some bubble bath in the tub and pulling out a large fluffy towel out of a small cabinet, she smiled at the blonde and left the room. Going out the chamber door, the dominatrix shut and locked the door and allowed Tiffany privacy.
After relieving herself, the blonde spent a long time in the hot bubble bath. Getting out, she drained the tub and dried herself off with the warm towel. Leaving the bathroom, Tiffany noticed a warm dinner waiting for her on the table. A flannel nightgown and bathrobe awaited her on the bed. Tiffany gratefully put on the comfortable nightgown and bathrobe on and sat down at the table for a hearty dinner of Irish stew, a green salad and biscuits. A glass of milk was also on the table. Despite the terror of being a captive who had been humiliated and tickle-tortured, Tiffany found she had a huge appetite and wolfed down the large meal and drank the milk while her cute pink toes wriggled in the thick shaggy rug.
She was still in the grip of the magic potion but there was something else that led to Tiffany‘s seeming acceptance of her predicament. Despite having just gone through a horrifying, humiliating experience, Tiffany had also enjoyed it, having felt soaring sexual excitement that went even beyond what she had felt that night when she was captured and tickled by the Sigma Gammas. And as in the case of her adventure at the sorority, the tickling had not only led to arousal but ended in a most delightful orgasm. Tiffany, despite not knowing what her fate would be, paradoxically feared yet craved of what the masked woman had in store for her in the morrow.
After finishing her meal, Tiffany realized she hadn’t even tried to open the door that led outside of her comfortable prison. Getting up, she tried the handle. Locked. Not like she didn’t expect otherwise.
Shrugging her shoulders, Tiffany walked into the bathroom to use the toothbrush, still unopened in its plastic case, and the toothpaste that she had noticed earlier on the sink. After brushing her teeth, the cute blonde opened up the drawers in the small cabinet. Nothing inside them except a small comb and brush. Again, feeling strangely relaxed, Tiffany brushed her hair before turning out the bathroom light and exiting into the small chamber.
Yawning, Tiffany was now exhausted and ready to drop asleep. Unknown to the blonde, leaving nothing to chance, Yvonne had slipped a mickey into the milk. Slipping off her bathrobe and letting it hit the floor, the tired coed made her way to the bed, threw open the thick blanket and sheets aside before plopping on the soft mattress, her head resting on the goose down-filled pillow before putting the blankets over her recumbent form. Almost instantly, she fill in a deep sleep.
Watching through a peephole in the locked door, Miss Lemieux smiled to herself before turning off the light to the room from a light switch next to the door. She’ll be asleep for hours, the mickey assuring her plenty of time to get her tickle toy ready for a surprise guest tickler.
The next morning, the dominatrix, now dressed in a short black skirt the accentuated her wide hips, narrow waist and large breasts, unlocked the chamber door and quietly entered the chamber. Wearing black fishnet stockings with black stiletto-heeled shoes, the 38-year-old librarian now wore a cat woman-like leather mask, much of her hair, now dyed a deep purple, hung out the back of the mask in a ponytail. Yvonne now wore yellow eye contacts, her face heavily made up in white pancake makeup, her lips colored a ruby red.
Tiffany was still asleep. The blonde looked so cute, Yvonne thought to herself. Yvonne chuckled to herself and went to the bathroom and started a bath.
She made her way to the bed where the cute blonde slept. Gently shaking the young lady's shoulders, the masked woman gently got Tiffany to rise out of bed. Tiffany was still under the spell of the potion and allowed herself to be led into the bathroom.
"Get cleaned up, sweetie, you have a big day ahead of you."
The masked mistress left Tiffany and left the chamber. While Tiffany was still in the bath, Yvonne returned and put breakfast on the table. Cereal, assorted fruits, toast, orange juice and an urn of black coffee awaited Tiffany. Tiffany eventually came out, naked, drying herself off with a towel. The masked woman smiled at the nude cutie and draped the warm bathrobe over Tiffany's shoulders.
"Eat your breakfast, sweetie. I'll be back," the pretty dominatrix said as she turned and left the chamber, locking the door behind her.
Tiffany simply sat down and ate breakfast. Taking a sip of coffee, the young blonde continued to eat. Again, Tiffany found herself to be famished and she ate a large breakfast before she started to get sleepy. Barely keeping her eyes open, the drugged blonde stood up and somehow made it to the bed before she fell on the covers, asleep.
Watching from the outside, Miss Lemieux unlocked the door. The girl should be asleep for several hours, plenty of time to get the blonde cutie ready. By the time Tiffany awakes, the potion will be worn off and the tickle toy will be in for a long, long day.
