Paul Jones
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Tom and Victoria met at a party one evening. She was a doctor, and a strikingly
attractive woman. Tom was immediately drawn to her, as was she to him.
At one point during the party, a young couple engaged in a spirited tickling match.
Everyone was amused—particularly Tom and Victoria.
When their eyes met, each sensed that they had something special in common—
something personal and beautiful. For both Tom and Victoria had powerful tickling
fetishes.
They discreetly left the party, and went to her home, where she maintained her office.
She showed him around, calling his attention to her back-therapy table. Like most such
tables, it was provided with escapable restraints. Tom was genuinely intrigued.
He commented pointedly that the table must be very useful—particularly for
examining ticklish patients. “The sort that laugh and flail around when examined
by a doctor,” he explained.
Victoria’s eyes lit up. Smiling mischievously, she casually mentioned that “some
doctors” just can’t seem to avoid tickling patients—especially the ticklish ones.
Now Tom’s eyes lit up, and they both knew for certain that they shared a passion—
a lovely passion.
Tom commented suggestively that he had never been on such a table.
“Would you like to try it?” she asked. “Yes I would,” he answered eagerly. “Shall
I disrobe?”
“Perhaps that would be best,” she said agreeably. He stripped and sprawled out
on the table.
Victoria applied the restraints, and said, “Gotcha!” teasingly. “Now I’m going to give
you a very special examination,” she promised pointedly.
He gazed into her lovely eyes and whispered, “Enjoy.”
“You, too,” she responded softly. Her words made a tingle run through his body.
Then she wheeled in a piece of equipment. “This is my own invention. I call it a
Vellicator.” The machine had several cables whose electrodes she applied to his
shoulders, hips, knees, ankles—and scrotum.
“The machine will apply some very special electrical signals to your handsome body.
They’re harmless, but they have the effect of greatly increasing someone’s
ticklishness. Isn’t that fascinating?”
“Oh yes, very,” he said, his heart pounding in anticipation.
She turned the unit on, and adjusted several of its dials. As various panel lamps
blinked on and off, Tom felt a rather pleasant tingling throughout his body.
Then she drew her immaculate nails across his now hyper-ticklish stomach. He
laughed hysterically and squirmed vigorously.
“Oh, you angel!” he cried out. “You think so?” she asked mockingly.
She next began a vigorous foot-tickling assault. He howled with riotous laughter. She
expertly tickled his soles and toes for several minutes, occasionally pausing to let him
rest.
Then she returned to tickling his stomach expertly. She covered it with short, rapid,
tickling strokes. Tom laughed and squirmed uncontrollably.
Initially, he had been skeptical about her claim that the machine could cause an
elevated level of ticklishness. But now he was a true believer. It worked. It really
worked! He couldn’t believe how ticklish he had become. The effect was positively
uncanny.
Reading his mind, she stopped, and asked, “You would never have believed that you
could be so ticklish, would you?”
“No, NO!” he exclaimed joyously. Then she kissed him lovingly on the mouth.
Next, he squealed with laughter as she skillfully tickled his armpits and breasts. “Oh,
I love having my tickle my breasts tickled!” he confessed.
“I’m so happy to hear you say that,” she replied. “You know, some men are almost
phobic about referring to their breasts, preferring to say ‘chest’ instead. It’s as if
having breasts, even the rudimentary ones that men have, embarrasses them.”
She began stroking his scrotum with her nails, skillfully covering the sac
with tickling strokes that drove him wild. He screamed with howling laughter.
Then she started stroking his shaft devilishly. He shrieked with laughter and writhed
fiercely. All the while, she took care not to let him climax.
Then she resumed tickling all his sensitive spots. This drove him to new levels of
hilarity.
Roars of hysterical laughter issued forth from her new tickle toy. “Oh, what fun!”
she laughed, as she tickled the living daylights out of him. Tom shook the room with
the vibrations of his howling laughter.
Throughout the session, Tom marveled at the effectiveness of her machine. Wherever
she tickled him, the sensations were varied, prolonged, and intense—incredibly
intense!
She finally stopped. He lay exhausted from his tickling ordeal, while she stood above
him, smiling impishly. His eyes rested adoringly on her.
She regarded him with playful satisfaction. Then she again kissed him deeply on the
mouth.
“I think that you deserve a reward. I’m going to give you the loveliest experience you’ve
ever had.”
“You see, I didn’t tell you about another effect of the Vellicator. It intensifies the male
orgasm—and prolongs it as well, extends it quite a bit. Believe me, you’re going to love
this!”
And so he did. She expertly caressed his now hyper-sensitive genitals, and soon
overwhelmed him with stupefying pleasure, bringing him to an intensely thrilling
orgasm.
And it seemed to go on forever. Never had he experienced an orgasm that was so
intense or had lasted so long! Her invention was truly miraculous!
Finally, after a deliciously long time, he cried out loudly (and long) in pure ecstasy,
an ecstasy so exquisitely intense that he lost consciousness.
When he awoke, he had been unfastened, and they embraced lovingly for many
minutes.
attractive woman. Tom was immediately drawn to her, as was she to him.
At one point during the party, a young couple engaged in a spirited tickling match.
Everyone was amused—particularly Tom and Victoria.
When their eyes met, each sensed that they had something special in common—
something personal and beautiful. For both Tom and Victoria had powerful tickling
fetishes.
They discreetly left the party, and went to her home, where she maintained her office.
She showed him around, calling his attention to her back-therapy table. Like most such
tables, it was provided with escapable restraints. Tom was genuinely intrigued.
He commented pointedly that the table must be very useful—particularly for
examining ticklish patients. “The sort that laugh and flail around when examined
by a doctor,” he explained.
Victoria’s eyes lit up. Smiling mischievously, she casually mentioned that “some
doctors” just can’t seem to avoid tickling patients—especially the ticklish ones.
Now Tom’s eyes lit up, and they both knew for certain that they shared a passion—
a lovely passion.
Tom commented suggestively that he had never been on such a table.
“Would you like to try it?” she asked. “Yes I would,” he answered eagerly. “Shall
I disrobe?”
“Perhaps that would be best,” she said agreeably. He stripped and sprawled out
on the table.
Victoria applied the restraints, and said, “Gotcha!” teasingly. “Now I’m going to give
you a very special examination,” she promised pointedly.
He gazed into her lovely eyes and whispered, “Enjoy.”
“You, too,” she responded softly. Her words made a tingle run through his body.
Then she wheeled in a piece of equipment. “This is my own invention. I call it a
Vellicator.” The machine had several cables whose electrodes she applied to his
shoulders, hips, knees, ankles—and scrotum.
“The machine will apply some very special electrical signals to your handsome body.
They’re harmless, but they have the effect of greatly increasing someone’s
ticklishness. Isn’t that fascinating?”
“Oh yes, very,” he said, his heart pounding in anticipation.
She turned the unit on, and adjusted several of its dials. As various panel lamps
blinked on and off, Tom felt a rather pleasant tingling throughout his body.
Then she drew her immaculate nails across his now hyper-ticklish stomach. He
laughed hysterically and squirmed vigorously.
“Oh, you angel!” he cried out. “You think so?” she asked mockingly.
She next began a vigorous foot-tickling assault. He howled with riotous laughter. She
expertly tickled his soles and toes for several minutes, occasionally pausing to let him
rest.
Then she returned to tickling his stomach expertly. She covered it with short, rapid,
tickling strokes. Tom laughed and squirmed uncontrollably.
Initially, he had been skeptical about her claim that the machine could cause an
elevated level of ticklishness. But now he was a true believer. It worked. It really
worked! He couldn’t believe how ticklish he had become. The effect was positively
uncanny.
Reading his mind, she stopped, and asked, “You would never have believed that you
could be so ticklish, would you?”
“No, NO!” he exclaimed joyously. Then she kissed him lovingly on the mouth.
Next, he squealed with laughter as she skillfully tickled his armpits and breasts. “Oh,
I love having my tickle my breasts tickled!” he confessed.
“I’m so happy to hear you say that,” she replied. “You know, some men are almost
phobic about referring to their breasts, preferring to say ‘chest’ instead. It’s as if
having breasts, even the rudimentary ones that men have, embarrasses them.”
She began stroking his scrotum with her nails, skillfully covering the sac
with tickling strokes that drove him wild. He screamed with howling laughter.
Then she started stroking his shaft devilishly. He shrieked with laughter and writhed
fiercely. All the while, she took care not to let him climax.
Then she resumed tickling all his sensitive spots. This drove him to new levels of
hilarity.
Roars of hysterical laughter issued forth from her new tickle toy. “Oh, what fun!”
she laughed, as she tickled the living daylights out of him. Tom shook the room with
the vibrations of his howling laughter.
Throughout the session, Tom marveled at the effectiveness of her machine. Wherever
she tickled him, the sensations were varied, prolonged, and intense—incredibly
intense!
She finally stopped. He lay exhausted from his tickling ordeal, while she stood above
him, smiling impishly. His eyes rested adoringly on her.
She regarded him with playful satisfaction. Then she again kissed him deeply on the
mouth.
“I think that you deserve a reward. I’m going to give you the loveliest experience you’ve
ever had.”
“You see, I didn’t tell you about another effect of the Vellicator. It intensifies the male
orgasm—and prolongs it as well, extends it quite a bit. Believe me, you’re going to love
this!”
And so he did. She expertly caressed his now hyper-sensitive genitals, and soon
overwhelmed him with stupefying pleasure, bringing him to an intensely thrilling
orgasm.
And it seemed to go on forever. Never had he experienced an orgasm that was so
intense or had lasted so long! Her invention was truly miraculous!
Finally, after a deliciously long time, he cried out loudly (and long) in pure ecstasy,
an ecstasy so exquisitely intense that he lost consciousness.
When he awoke, he had been unfastened, and they embraced lovingly for many
minutes.
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