tygoneagain15
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Once upon a time...
There lived a princess in a castle, with her mother and father. Her twenty-first birthday had already passed, and she was as yet unwed. Naturally, this was a source of concern for her parents, who were worried that they were witnessing the end of their family tree. The sad part about this problem was that there was nothing to make the princess undesirable to a prince. She was strawberry blonde, she had green eyes, a slender build, fair skin, and she was of average height. She put beauty in beautiful, and grace in graceful. She put... well, you get the idea. Think Bonnie Wright, and you'll get it right. (Yeah, I have a small crush. I also make bad jokes. Wright, right, ha ha ha...)
One night, her family had just sat down to dinner, when there was a knocking on the castle door (did I mention they lived in a castle? No? Well, it's common knowledge that princesses in fairy tales live in castles, so there). When the king's steward (of course, the castle is well staffed) answered the door, a prince walked in. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Brown hair, brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, slightly muscular, and a few inches over six feet. He put beauty in beautiful and prince in princely... again, you get the idea. But the best news of all was that he was looking for a princess to marry (Or a one night stand before he moved on to Snow White or Sleeping Beauty... these prince types never tire. I just got done stage managing Into the Woods, so I will never look at fairy tales the same way again). The king was well pleased, and of course offered his daughter's hand (It should be understood here that the princess was most certainly not opposed!). The prince, however, suddenly acquired a certain snobbish air, and stated that he wished to ensure that the princess was truly of royal blood. He therefore placed an almost impossible requirement upon his acceptance of the princess as his bride: She would have to sleep on a pea, upon which several mattresses would be piled, so that it would be impossible to feel, unless of course the princess was real. The king agreed, groaning inwardly. And so all prepared to go to bed.
When the princess's bed was ready, she went and lay upon it. She was, unfortunately, unable to feel the pea, and after a few hours, consigned herself to saying goodbye to her prince in the morning. As she was crying herself to sleep, there was suddenly a POOF and a cloud of blue smoke appeared. When the smoke cleared, there was standing in the princess's room a woman dressed in a sleeveless blue robe with a wand (I wonder where the fairy godmother is... hmmm. We need her, right about now...). She walked around the room, examining it closely, and finally noticed the princess (Wanna know what she was thinking? "Dammit, I thought for sure I'd find a guy to spend the night with this time. Why does God keep sending me to girls in need of help? They all get their fun, when do I get mine?" Yeah... fairy godmothers gotta live it up too; they just don't get the chance). This woman introduced herself as the princess's fairy godmother (Yay!). After the princess explained her predicament, the godmother thought deeply for a moment. Then, inspiration struck! She would sensitize the princess, so that she would be able to feel the pea... by tickling.
So, the fairy godmother got down to business immediately. She had the princess remove her sleeping robe, so that she was clad only in her bra and panties. The princess had an amazing body. Her skin was silky smooth, and had the same fair quality that her regularly uncovered skin did. She was also unbearably ticklish, and informed her fairy godmother that this was so (of course, the princess has no idea what will happen to her. The prince hasn't busted her innocence yet.
) The godmother assured her that it wouldn't be a problem, and instructed her to lie down on her back on the bed. Then the godmother cast three spells: she locked the door, she soundproofed the room, and she caused ropes to appear on the bedposts. She used the ropes to restrain the princess in a spread-eagle position, and then informed her that the best way to make sure she felt the pea was to tickle her.
The princess panicked, but it was no use. The ropes held her tight, and at the godmother's command, stretched her until she could only squirm a few inches in any given direction. The godmother then mounted the bed, and proceeded to lightly run her fingers all over the princess's body (I should tell you, at this point, the godmother is out for fun and revenge, and just happens to be helping at the same time.) , which caused her to erupt into a giggling fit. Then the godmother began to tickle in earnest. First, she attacked the princess's armpits. Those sensitive hollows were two of the worst tickle spots on her body. The princess could not stop laughing. After a few minutes, the godmother gave her a break. After a few seconds of sucking air back into her body, the princess felt her godmother moving down further, eventually seating herself on the princess's legs. Any of you who have been on top of a tickle victim know well what this means: tummy and ribs are within perfect reach for the most delicious sort of tickle torment. This was the godmother's favorite part of the evening. She had a bit of a fetish for tummies and belly buttons, regardless of which sex they belonged to. She proceeded to indulge her fetish, of course at the princess's expense. The poor princess felt fingers alternating between tapping on her ribs and digging in between. And just when the princess thought her situation couldn't get any worse, her godmother moved to her absolutely worst spot: the soft tummy area between where the ribs end and the panties start (and her panties started just slightly below her hips, due to her constant squirming.). Her godmother began to tickle her tummy, using her fingers to get in between the abdominal muscles and wiggle. This caused the princess to nearly shriek with laughter. No matter how hard she tried, she could not control the sensations coming from her body. Those sensations were causing an interesting reaction from her: she was actually starting to get turned on from the tickling. Her predicament got worse as her godmother moved her hands lower down, anchoring her hands on the princess's hips and digging her thumbs into the soft parts around the hip bone. Then she began dancing her fingers along the top of the princess's panties, even going so far as to pull them down a bit for some slightly naughtier tickles. She started to slow down, and the princess dared to think that her tickling was done. She was quite disappointed; she had hoped the tickling would bring her to a climax. She was, of course, wrong in thinking the tickling was over. Her godmother absolutely loved belly buttons, and proceeded to gently prod that area she had almost forgot. The princess giggled again, and begged for an end, but the godmother just smiled and continued to tickle. Her belly button was a cute innie, a slight depression in her tummy about the size of a nickel, with some deliciously ticklish wrinkles at the bottom. The godmother soon tired of using her hands to tickle, and much to the princess's dismay (or delight...) brought her face down by the princess's tummy so that her belly button was in perfect range for a tongue-tickle and raspberries. The godmother proceeded to tickle in this novel fashion for five minutes straight. Of course, the princess had no concept of the time. She only knew cycles of tickling and sweet relief. This last bout was nearly enough to send the princess over the edge of her already feeble grasp on consciousness, and when her godmother finished, the princess was tired. So tired, in fact, that almost as soon as the godmother ended the three spells and released the princess from her bondage, she fell asleep almost right away. Her fairy godmother kissed her good night, and then vanished exactly the same way she came.
In the morning, the princess came down for breakfast. She was late waking for reasons we are already familiar with. Moreover, she was practically black and blue. The tickling had indeed made her sensitive to the pea, in addition to doing some work of its own. Both the prince and the king were well pleased, and after breakfast, the prince rode off to his kingdom with the princess in tow. Along the way, the princess discovered that her prince had a bit of a tickling fetish as well, and she came to realize that after her previous night's experience, she liked being tickled. In fact, she liked it a lot. So much did she like it, that whenever the prince tickled her, both could count on many hours of happy lovemaking afterwards. And so, we come to the end of our story, where all is fun and happiness and laughter (for one reason or another).
And they all lived, happily ever after. The end.
(I wish) LOL Into the Woods joke...
There lived a princess in a castle, with her mother and father. Her twenty-first birthday had already passed, and she was as yet unwed. Naturally, this was a source of concern for her parents, who were worried that they were witnessing the end of their family tree. The sad part about this problem was that there was nothing to make the princess undesirable to a prince. She was strawberry blonde, she had green eyes, a slender build, fair skin, and she was of average height. She put beauty in beautiful, and grace in graceful. She put... well, you get the idea. Think Bonnie Wright, and you'll get it right. (Yeah, I have a small crush. I also make bad jokes. Wright, right, ha ha ha...)
One night, her family had just sat down to dinner, when there was a knocking on the castle door (did I mention they lived in a castle? No? Well, it's common knowledge that princesses in fairy tales live in castles, so there). When the king's steward (of course, the castle is well staffed) answered the door, a prince walked in. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Brown hair, brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, slightly muscular, and a few inches over six feet. He put beauty in beautiful and prince in princely... again, you get the idea. But the best news of all was that he was looking for a princess to marry (Or a one night stand before he moved on to Snow White or Sleeping Beauty... these prince types never tire. I just got done stage managing Into the Woods, so I will never look at fairy tales the same way again). The king was well pleased, and of course offered his daughter's hand (It should be understood here that the princess was most certainly not opposed!). The prince, however, suddenly acquired a certain snobbish air, and stated that he wished to ensure that the princess was truly of royal blood. He therefore placed an almost impossible requirement upon his acceptance of the princess as his bride: She would have to sleep on a pea, upon which several mattresses would be piled, so that it would be impossible to feel, unless of course the princess was real. The king agreed, groaning inwardly. And so all prepared to go to bed.
When the princess's bed was ready, she went and lay upon it. She was, unfortunately, unable to feel the pea, and after a few hours, consigned herself to saying goodbye to her prince in the morning. As she was crying herself to sleep, there was suddenly a POOF and a cloud of blue smoke appeared. When the smoke cleared, there was standing in the princess's room a woman dressed in a sleeveless blue robe with a wand (I wonder where the fairy godmother is... hmmm. We need her, right about now...). She walked around the room, examining it closely, and finally noticed the princess (Wanna know what she was thinking? "Dammit, I thought for sure I'd find a guy to spend the night with this time. Why does God keep sending me to girls in need of help? They all get their fun, when do I get mine?" Yeah... fairy godmothers gotta live it up too; they just don't get the chance). This woman introduced herself as the princess's fairy godmother (Yay!). After the princess explained her predicament, the godmother thought deeply for a moment. Then, inspiration struck! She would sensitize the princess, so that she would be able to feel the pea... by tickling.
So, the fairy godmother got down to business immediately. She had the princess remove her sleeping robe, so that she was clad only in her bra and panties. The princess had an amazing body. Her skin was silky smooth, and had the same fair quality that her regularly uncovered skin did. She was also unbearably ticklish, and informed her fairy godmother that this was so (of course, the princess has no idea what will happen to her. The prince hasn't busted her innocence yet.
) The godmother assured her that it wouldn't be a problem, and instructed her to lie down on her back on the bed. Then the godmother cast three spells: she locked the door, she soundproofed the room, and she caused ropes to appear on the bedposts. She used the ropes to restrain the princess in a spread-eagle position, and then informed her that the best way to make sure she felt the pea was to tickle her. The princess panicked, but it was no use. The ropes held her tight, and at the godmother's command, stretched her until she could only squirm a few inches in any given direction. The godmother then mounted the bed, and proceeded to lightly run her fingers all over the princess's body (I should tell you, at this point, the godmother is out for fun and revenge, and just happens to be helping at the same time.) , which caused her to erupt into a giggling fit. Then the godmother began to tickle in earnest. First, she attacked the princess's armpits. Those sensitive hollows were two of the worst tickle spots on her body. The princess could not stop laughing. After a few minutes, the godmother gave her a break. After a few seconds of sucking air back into her body, the princess felt her godmother moving down further, eventually seating herself on the princess's legs. Any of you who have been on top of a tickle victim know well what this means: tummy and ribs are within perfect reach for the most delicious sort of tickle torment. This was the godmother's favorite part of the evening. She had a bit of a fetish for tummies and belly buttons, regardless of which sex they belonged to. She proceeded to indulge her fetish, of course at the princess's expense. The poor princess felt fingers alternating between tapping on her ribs and digging in between. And just when the princess thought her situation couldn't get any worse, her godmother moved to her absolutely worst spot: the soft tummy area between where the ribs end and the panties start (and her panties started just slightly below her hips, due to her constant squirming.). Her godmother began to tickle her tummy, using her fingers to get in between the abdominal muscles and wiggle. This caused the princess to nearly shriek with laughter. No matter how hard she tried, she could not control the sensations coming from her body. Those sensations were causing an interesting reaction from her: she was actually starting to get turned on from the tickling. Her predicament got worse as her godmother moved her hands lower down, anchoring her hands on the princess's hips and digging her thumbs into the soft parts around the hip bone. Then she began dancing her fingers along the top of the princess's panties, even going so far as to pull them down a bit for some slightly naughtier tickles. She started to slow down, and the princess dared to think that her tickling was done. She was quite disappointed; she had hoped the tickling would bring her to a climax. She was, of course, wrong in thinking the tickling was over. Her godmother absolutely loved belly buttons, and proceeded to gently prod that area she had almost forgot. The princess giggled again, and begged for an end, but the godmother just smiled and continued to tickle. Her belly button was a cute innie, a slight depression in her tummy about the size of a nickel, with some deliciously ticklish wrinkles at the bottom. The godmother soon tired of using her hands to tickle, and much to the princess's dismay (or delight...) brought her face down by the princess's tummy so that her belly button was in perfect range for a tongue-tickle and raspberries. The godmother proceeded to tickle in this novel fashion for five minutes straight. Of course, the princess had no concept of the time. She only knew cycles of tickling and sweet relief. This last bout was nearly enough to send the princess over the edge of her already feeble grasp on consciousness, and when her godmother finished, the princess was tired. So tired, in fact, that almost as soon as the godmother ended the three spells and released the princess from her bondage, she fell asleep almost right away. Her fairy godmother kissed her good night, and then vanished exactly the same way she came.
In the morning, the princess came down for breakfast. She was late waking for reasons we are already familiar with. Moreover, she was practically black and blue. The tickling had indeed made her sensitive to the pea, in addition to doing some work of its own. Both the prince and the king were well pleased, and after breakfast, the prince rode off to his kingdom with the princess in tow. Along the way, the princess discovered that her prince had a bit of a tickling fetish as well, and she came to realize that after her previous night's experience, she liked being tickled. In fact, she liked it a lot. So much did she like it, that whenever the prince tickled her, both could count on many hours of happy lovemaking afterwards. And so, we come to the end of our story, where all is fun and happiness and laughter (for one reason or another).
And they all lived, happily ever after. The end.
(I wish) LOL Into the Woods joke...
