She’s lying there, waiting on a bed in the middle of a room with just a sheer delicate nightgown on…a black blindfold covering her eyes. Her legs spread and feet apart, her hands are clasped above her head. Ropes bound her tightly down. The cool breeze from the open windows and doors caresses her body, making her nipples harden. Not being able to see heightens these sensations, making it more erotically charged, desperate to experience what awaits her.
As she waits, her mind wonders…thinking how she got to this point…an obsession that took years to develop…a fantasy of hers to be totally dominated and tickled to the brink of insanity…to let herself go and experience something only her curiosity push her to find out. The fact that she maybe tickled to death scared the shit out of her but finding the right person to do it with was the ultimate journey…an erotic sensual adventure into a world that she has only briefly touch on. She was lying there for what seemed hours was only minutes…he left her there to reel in the moment and build up her fears…a mind game that he was using on her to heighten the experience…bring her to the notion of totally helpless, with out any safe words or a way stop him at this point, she was at his mercy for the next hour.
She hears light footsteps approaching towards her, no other sounds except that. The silence was only heightening the experience. She can sense the presence of him in the room, the anticipation of that first touch was driving her insane.
She felt something starting to stroke the inside of her thigh… her mind dances around, wondering what it is…it was a soft and fuzzy feeling. She felt it tracing a pathway from the inside of her thigh, to her private area, then to my stomach, nipples, chin then cheeks. She was being tickled with this object. Her body trembled, trying to contain the sensation to laugh out load. An unexplainable feeling ripped throughout her body….one that she never felt before….it was sheer torture to contain….her body shuttered from relentless tickling…she erupted with screaming laughter.
The tickling intensified…now from two different directions. The soft fuzzy feeling was against her bare exposed flesh and the new feeling came from his fingers exploring over her sheer delicate nightgown….it was more of a sensuous erotic feeling…but torturous just the same.
His fingers made circles around her fully erected nipple. They were even more sensitive through the sheer fabric. Her nipples outline through her gown made it easy for him to trace around her edges and up over her the tips….it was driving her completely mad….a completely ironic feeling between passion and torture.
The screaming became more intense…between each outburst, a deep gasp for air…followed by uncontrollable laughter. It was utter torture…she was going bunkers…she couldn’t take it anymore, her body fought at her bounds but couldn’t break free…pulling and twisting like a rag doll flopping from side to side…the ropes held her firmly in place for his amusement. She was at the hands of a evil merciless tickler that was relentless….he was in total control and she felt she was about to die…he was taking her to the brink of insanity…she was about to loose her mind.
It suddenly stopped…she was still tingling…her muscles quivering…her body overheated and sweaty…she was completely exhausted from the torment. The tickling was over for now…what seemed to be an eternity was just a few minutes. He gave her time to lay there and take in what just happened…..savoring that feeling just few minutes…it only magnified the anticipation what will happen next….it was driving her insane.
Her body was still trembling, all her muscles were sore and burning from the her fight…she felt a cold metal object rest on her leg….the sound of her choppy heavy breathing and the slicing of delicate nightgown being cut from her body filled the room. Frozen and quiet the cold air from an open window flashed across her naked body. The feeling of being totally vulnerable outweighed the embarrassed feeling of lying there totally nude.
Something warm and wet run across her toes. Her beautifully painted nails, a deep dark red, felt his tongue licking them…in and out between her toes….her body jerked and she exploded with laughter.
He took his time…licking and nibbling over her whole foot…front and back….top to bottom…she thought she was going to die. Her feet were extremely ticklish…them in his mouth was the ultimate torture for her.
Another feeling on her soles…his nails made scratching circles, spider tickling the bottoms…running them along her wrinkles of her soles up to her toes… holding the toes to stop her foot from escaping the tickling. Her body arched from the sheer tortuous torment he was putting her through…she violently fight against her bounds to escape…she was trapped there, at his total mercy….which he wasn’t going to give.
Totally exhausted by this point from fighting, so weak from laughing, she was forced to give up the battle and submit to his torture…she had no choice.
Her body shuttered…every nerve ending was on fire. Her voice was softening…the laughter was becoming silent…she was running out of energy.
She was transported from where her body is to a where her mind was taking her…a fantasy place she only dreamed of was a reality. A feeling rushed through her…something radiating through here body…it ironically excited and turned her on, it was a mixture of sensations that she never felt before. Her senses were overwhelmed …something that was culminating from deep within and with intense power jolted out…she was on the verge of an explosion from deep within her sole and was about erupt…mustering whatever strength she had left in her, she arched her body up in the air and whaled out this most pleasuring scream.
She lied drenched in sweet…seeing stars… feeling light headed, she passes out from her orgasmic ordeal.
There was sunlight that came in from the window warming her cheeks…she came too… a gentle breeze whisked across her body. It took her several minutes to realize where she was…she just laid there staring out into the room…her session was over with…it was something out of a dream…something that she fantasized about…it rocked her world to the core.
As she waits, her mind wonders…thinking how she got to this point…an obsession that took years to develop…a fantasy of hers to be totally dominated and tickled to the brink of insanity…to let herself go and experience something only her curiosity push her to find out. The fact that she maybe tickled to death scared the shit out of her but finding the right person to do it with was the ultimate journey…an erotic sensual adventure into a world that she has only briefly touch on. She was lying there for what seemed hours was only minutes…he left her there to reel in the moment and build up her fears…a mind game that he was using on her to heighten the experience…bring her to the notion of totally helpless, with out any safe words or a way stop him at this point, she was at his mercy for the next hour.
She hears light footsteps approaching towards her, no other sounds except that. The silence was only heightening the experience. She can sense the presence of him in the room, the anticipation of that first touch was driving her insane.
She felt something starting to stroke the inside of her thigh… her mind dances around, wondering what it is…it was a soft and fuzzy feeling. She felt it tracing a pathway from the inside of her thigh, to her private area, then to my stomach, nipples, chin then cheeks. She was being tickled with this object. Her body trembled, trying to contain the sensation to laugh out load. An unexplainable feeling ripped throughout her body….one that she never felt before….it was sheer torture to contain….her body shuttered from relentless tickling…she erupted with screaming laughter.
The tickling intensified…now from two different directions. The soft fuzzy feeling was against her bare exposed flesh and the new feeling came from his fingers exploring over her sheer delicate nightgown….it was more of a sensuous erotic feeling…but torturous just the same.
His fingers made circles around her fully erected nipple. They were even more sensitive through the sheer fabric. Her nipples outline through her gown made it easy for him to trace around her edges and up over her the tips….it was driving her completely mad….a completely ironic feeling between passion and torture.
The screaming became more intense…between each outburst, a deep gasp for air…followed by uncontrollable laughter. It was utter torture…she was going bunkers…she couldn’t take it anymore, her body fought at her bounds but couldn’t break free…pulling and twisting like a rag doll flopping from side to side…the ropes held her firmly in place for his amusement. She was at the hands of a evil merciless tickler that was relentless….he was in total control and she felt she was about to die…he was taking her to the brink of insanity…she was about to loose her mind.
It suddenly stopped…she was still tingling…her muscles quivering…her body overheated and sweaty…she was completely exhausted from the torment. The tickling was over for now…what seemed to be an eternity was just a few minutes. He gave her time to lay there and take in what just happened…..savoring that feeling just few minutes…it only magnified the anticipation what will happen next….it was driving her insane.
Her body was still trembling, all her muscles were sore and burning from the her fight…she felt a cold metal object rest on her leg….the sound of her choppy heavy breathing and the slicing of delicate nightgown being cut from her body filled the room. Frozen and quiet the cold air from an open window flashed across her naked body. The feeling of being totally vulnerable outweighed the embarrassed feeling of lying there totally nude.
Something warm and wet run across her toes. Her beautifully painted nails, a deep dark red, felt his tongue licking them…in and out between her toes….her body jerked and she exploded with laughter.
He took his time…licking and nibbling over her whole foot…front and back….top to bottom…she thought she was going to die. Her feet were extremely ticklish…them in his mouth was the ultimate torture for her.
Another feeling on her soles…his nails made scratching circles, spider tickling the bottoms…running them along her wrinkles of her soles up to her toes… holding the toes to stop her foot from escaping the tickling. Her body arched from the sheer tortuous torment he was putting her through…she violently fight against her bounds to escape…she was trapped there, at his total mercy….which he wasn’t going to give.
Totally exhausted by this point from fighting, so weak from laughing, she was forced to give up the battle and submit to his torture…she had no choice.
Her body shuttered…every nerve ending was on fire. Her voice was softening…the laughter was becoming silent…she was running out of energy.
She was transported from where her body is to a where her mind was taking her…a fantasy place she only dreamed of was a reality. A feeling rushed through her…something radiating through here body…it ironically excited and turned her on, it was a mixture of sensations that she never felt before. Her senses were overwhelmed …something that was culminating from deep within and with intense power jolted out…she was on the verge of an explosion from deep within her sole and was about erupt…mustering whatever strength she had left in her, she arched her body up in the air and whaled out this most pleasuring scream.
She lied drenched in sweet…seeing stars… feeling light headed, she passes out from her orgasmic ordeal.
There was sunlight that came in from the window warming her cheeks…she came too… a gentle breeze whisked across her body. It took her several minutes to realize where she was…she just laid there staring out into the room…her session was over with…it was something out of a dream…something that she fantasized about…it rocked her world to the core.
