imagine that....

a voluptuous lady is laying on the bed, spread eagle, naked, all parts within reach. She is about 5'11, slender, thick in all the right places. Her body is moist with anticipation, sweat making her golden brown body glow even brighter with the sun. As she tries to break her bonds, she comes to the realization that she is stuck, nowhere to go. She tires to move her feet, no such luck. the toe binds has her feet immobile. She then goes into a state of wonder, thinking about who could do this to her. As the hours pass, and anticipation of the door opening, she then goes into panic. When the tickler arrives, he stares at the woman, as if he created a masterpiece. As he comes closer, the lady starts to smile a little bit, bracing herself for the inevitable, but he does nothing yet. A blindfold is put over her head, and fear sets in, now totally oblivious to where the first strike is gonna be. Then the guessing game ends as he slides his fingers into the hollows of her pits. She cliches her teeth, trying not to laugh, but electricity is going all through her body. When the finger movements increase in speed, the dam breaks and lovely laughter is flowed through the room. Bucking and heaving, she goes through her tickle hell. Silent laughter comes in as he mercilessly stays in her pits. Giving her a quick break, he slides down to what he calls his piano lesson: playing notes on the ribs. He gives a concerto on the ribs, and the intensity is increased. In her mind, although just a few minutes, seems like hours. He then scribbles his fingers on to the belly and pantyline, and tears are going through the blindfold as she is becoming a mess. She tries to talk, but the language is indecipherable. You give her a 30 min break, and she uses the entire time begging to be let go, btu you hear none of it. "we've only halfway done my dear" you say. She now knows she's in for a long night. Why? she knows that the feet and inner thighs are killers for her. As he continues his route to the golden treasure, he decides to step it up a notch. He takes her blindfold off, and he now wants her to see where he goes next. As she shakes her head no, he has one hand one the belly, the other on her privates. This sent shockwaves through her, hips gyrating, and back bucking, dying for release, but she would receive none. "this is torture, not pleasure" he says, as he takes her to the brink and then stops. The double pleasure was maddening for her, as she wanted t o climax bad. Then the moment he had waited for: the feet. He would tickle her a different way, he thought. He did combinations on her, with electric toothbrushes, feathers, hand mixer, and ice. The middles of her feet, along with the toes was her weakest spots, so, with hand mixer in one hand tickling her privates, and the electric toothbrush in the other on her feet, and the tongue licking the toes, he decided to give her a three-for-one bonus. As she felt all three different sensations, the wave of pleasure overcame her into a mind-numbing orgasm. When she wakes up, still with a smile on her face, looks at the tickler with curious look to when she could get this again. Imagine what you can do with a willing person like that? I don't, because I do this twice a week. That victim is my fiancee'. Imagine that.... til next time boys and girls