a.) A cute, good-natured, conservative little 19-20 year old college sophomore
gymnast girl about 5 footsies-three inches with a soft tan and short, reddish-blonde hair worn in a cute little jaw-length bob kinda like a tennis player, cute little dimples, lively eyes, and a perky, cheerful disposition freshly attired and squeaky clean in a pair of size six silver and black running shoes on ticklish little footsies in
thin-soled, bright white ankle or no-show
socks, a super-skimpy pair of skin-tight black gymnastics practice shorts, and a scarlet-colored t-shirt three sizes too small, just on the way to a mid-week morning practice with the university gymnastics team. She's the cutest bit of tickle-bait her sensually sadistic abductor ever, ever saw and he's got such a lonnnnnng drive ahead under the gently-drifting, soft, puffy clouds of the big sky over a flat, featureless prairie of unbroken monotony...twiddly-diddly-fiddly-dee...what to do, what to do....
b.) A cute little blonde about 21-22 years old, 5 footsies tall with a perfect body and straight blonde hair, perky, round titties that fit just perfectly in a friendly pair of gentle hands, a delightful lil' ass, and wearing a thin set of truly opaque black microfiber over-knee stockings, patent leather black, open-toed platform pumps, a super-skimpy plaid schoolgirl's skirt not quite sufficiently long enough to cover her perfect, girlish peach of a posterior, a button-down white shirt that exposes her belly-button, and a loose school tie. She's on the way out to a costume party when she rings the deliciously wrong doorbell...
c.) She's a hot lil' 25-year old wifey left home alone day after boring, boring day by a hubby who is ALWAYS on the road. What is a cute lil' 5 footsie-1, red-headed, short-haired, former college
gymnast with delicate, Teutonic features and wearing a black, form-fitting top and faded pair of comfy blue jeans over tan pantyhose and little size 5.5 slip-off flats to do when a mysterious stranger coaxes her into letting him bind her to the dining room table in her lonely little house only to find out she's to be the "demonstrator model" for a sadistic tickle-toy merchant plying his wares to a local nonconsensual tickle-torture ring whose members begin to arrive one-by-one...and hubby's not due back 'til Sunday...
Well anyway, there they are with some details, not that I'd have anybody specifically in mind in a set of sadistic, sexual fantasies I carry around with me and think about over and over and over again in excruciatingly fine detail, savouring every imagined caress of the pleasure-torture being applied to their hot, young, fit little hyper-ticklish bodies that betray their longing for the captor's cruelty as their willingness to resist is melted to a sweet, sweat-slicked fever of desperate longing from which release is kept from them by the maddening gap of but a single touch of their swollen clitori punctuated by the expert application of carefully-paced tickle-torturing that makes each wicked titilation of their quivering, gentle flesh as infuriatingly unbearable as the very first tickling touch. I like the girl in choice A the best.
(Tickle-torture should be paced to avoid allowing the ticklee to become "tolerant" of tickling - avoiding anything too hard for more than a few agonizingly ticklish seconds, but keeping up the pokes and wiggles that make her jump, squirm and giggle - here - there - everywhere - so that she's not constantly out of breath with a heaving chest, but can never, ever, ever get a break from the patient, plodding pattern of tickling touches that won't let her lay still for more than a few seconds at a time. Teasing must be worked in by a second torturer or in between tickling-touches.)
