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Taleena's 2nd Adventure

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TALEENA’S SECOND ADVENTURE

Taleena, the lovely long-haired twenty-one year old college student, was looking forward to the three days off work that she had coming. It was summer and about a month before the start of classes. She had been working long and hard in the supermarket, though, and she now had a long weekend off. She had made no real plans for the weekend. She just wanted to rest and sleep before making up her mind about anything. Not only was this a long weekend, but it was one of only three weekends off work in the entire summer. She went to bed early and fell asleep quickly.

It had been six weeks since she was abducted and subjected to intense erotic tickle torture at the hands of the mysterious middle-aged man. She often thought about the experience, especially when she went to bed. She would lie down on her back and place her arms and legs in the spreadeagle position similar to the one she had been in on the torture table that time. She would then close her eyes and let her imagination drift back to that time as she relaxed her entire body. It never took long for her to become sexually aroused when she did that, her breathing becoming deeper and more intense, her nipples to harden and flush with blood, her private parts to become moist with anticipation. She still found it hard to believe that the experience was real. One part of her wished she could go back to him for another experience like that. Another part of her dreaded the thought of going back again for what he might do to her. And so, she would fall asleep, never wearing anything more than her panties.

Taleena tried to move in her sleep but was unable to do so. She sensed that she was on her back and she preferred to sleep on her side. Her mind then realized that she wasn’t able to move her arms or legs and that she was again restrained on her back. With that, her eyes flashed open and she again found herself in the sexual torture chamber, naked and strapped down on the big tickling table, secured by foam-lined stainless steel restraints on her wrists, upper arms, neck, stomach, thighs and ankles. In fact, this time the bondage was far more restrictive than before since there were now restraints on her neck and stomach as well as her arms and legs. She also noticed that her body had been stretched to its full length and movement was pretty much impossible, except that she could turn her head, clench her fists and flex her toes. She couldn’t even raise her head enough to look down the length of her body.

As she looked around the room with its subdued light as best she could, she was aware that she was alone. Unable to move, naked and alone, Taleena tried to relax as well as she could. She couldn’t help but remember her experience the last time she was here - the agony of the tickling and the pleasure of the orgasm - all that in the hands of a man she didn’t even know. She started to imagine herself going through that entire routine again. Her breathing became slower and deeper. Her nipples started to harden and the inside of her most personal parts started to moisten. Her toes started to flex almost involuntarily, the sensation stiffening her entire body as she recalled the orgasm she experienced previously. And so it was - for half an hour or an hour or even longer - Taleena didn’t know.

Suddenly, as Taleena was deep in her thoughts, the man entered the room. He was quite large, middle-aged, clearly very powerful and masculine. She had very mixed feelings about him - she feared him greatly, sensing that he could control her to the most intense depths of her being - yet she was fascinated by him at the same time. If anyone had ever suggested that she could be strapped down and naked like this in her everyday life, she would have reacted with anger. Yet here, in this room, and in his presence, it seemed as natural as life itself.

‘Hello,’ he said to her, ‘and welcome back - I am pleased to see you again’. He looked directly into her eyes as he spoke to her, even though she was completely naked on the table. She sensed the strength in his voice and the power in his eyes. But, too, at the same time, she sensed kindness and gentleness. He was far more powerful than any of the men she knew in her normal life.

‘Why are you doing this to me?’ she asked, ‘Was torturing me once not enough for you?’

‘As I have told you before, Taleena,’ he said, ‘I love you - you may not understand that quite yet, but it is so - and it is because of my love for you that I will develop in you the incredible sensuality that you are capable of - a sensuality that modern society deprives you of - that all young women are conditioned to ignore - I will light the fires with you and you will become more beautiful and more desirable than you can imagine.’

He picked up a beautiful, very colourful and very long feather which had the soft edges carefully trimmed away to expose the stiff inner portions. He very gently moved the edge of the feather over her skin, starting with the upper surfaces of her feet, then the inside of her lower legs down to the soft instep of each foot, moving up the outside of her legs and thighs along her sides up to her ribs, and across her stomach. She tried to hold her breath as the sensations flooded through her nerves into her brain but her body betrayed her and she breathed deeply and rapidly, her stomach rising and falling rapidly, her lower jaw trembling. She didn’t laugh as the tickling of the feather was not intense enough for that, although she almost lost it when it touched the soles of her feet. She became so aroused with the sensations that she almost climaxed.

‘Yes, you are learning,’ he said, ‘but it is not yet time - your arousal must be far more intense than it is now before you climax - be patient and you will experience something far more intense than ever before.’

‘Please,’ Taleena pleaded already, ‘please let me come - Oh God - please, I am so close - then you can do whatever you want - please!’

‘Not yet,’ he said, not unkindly, ‘you are not yet ready for the kind of orgasm I want you to have - you’ll get there in time’.

He picked up another large feather, one that was even stiffer than the one he had used on her, explaining to her ‘today I am going to introduce you to your breasts - I will show you sensations that you could never even have imagined before coming here - sensations so incredibly intense that you will never forget them.’ He checked the restraints holding her neck and her stomach, telling her ‘it is important that you can not move your breasts or your chest - that’s the reason you are so tightly restrained, the joints above and below your chest perfectly secured, your arms stretched high over your head to raise your breasts as much as possible.’

With the stiff, sharp-edged feather, the man started to saw back and forth along the base of each of her breasts, all around each one, sawing harder each time around. She closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly, clenched her fists around the grip handles at the far end of the arm sections of the table, flexing her feet and her toes repeatedly as the sensations flooded her nervous system. As she clenched her jaws shut, she heard his voice explain ‘imagine that your breasts are separating from your body, painlessly they are cut off you along the baseline where they meet your chest, and they rise slowly, more sensitive than you can imagine, rising to meet the sensations that await them, apart from you, but you can feel everything they feel even though they are no longer a part of you, and your brain will focus its thoughts and its attention on your breasts, apart but still so much a part of you - imagine them rising from your chest higher and higher - imagine, Taleena, simply imagine’. Taleena moaned softly as she felt the feathers along the base of each breast - imagining the feather to be a very sharp knife removing them from her.

The man then picked up the first feather - the one that was stiff but not as stiff as this one - and began to draw it across her left breast - which he chose because it was the closest to her heart. Softly, with short lines, at first, and each line across her breast becoming more intense as the feather neared her nipple, already engorged with her blood, erect and stiff, without ever touching her nipple. She stiffened her upper body and tried to arch her back repeatedly as her left breast received one hundred strokes of the feather from the top down to the very edge of the nipple, then another hundred strokes from the bottom to the very edge of her nipple. Then the right breast received the same treatment, one hundred strokes from the top to the nipple, then one hundred strokes from the bottom to the edge of the nipple. And after each stroke, more intense than the one before, he waited for the sensation to charge through her entire nervous system. This man was very familiar with the female anatomy - he knew that if he moved too quickly the sensation would quickly dull itself - but by allowing the sensation of each stroke of the feather to flow through her nervous system, each stroke built on all those before it. Taleena moaned and pleaded for release as the sensations continued, taking almost a whole hour, as he continued to talk of her breasts being apart from her body, rising higher and higher to meet each stroke of the feather. She was so aroused now that she thought she must be dripping all over the table.
And then the stroking stopped.

The man pushed a switch on a nearby control panel. As she opened her eyes, Taleena saw a panel in the ceiling slide open and a framework with two small faucets descend toward her. These stopped about two feet above her chest. As he adjusted the faucets directly over the center of her breasts, the man explained ‘in China, in earlier times, a special form of torture was used on many victims - the water torture saw the head of a person fastened in such a way that it could not move and drops of water were then allowed to fall on his forehead - at first, this was nothing - but after a while the agony began to build to a crescendo - I have developed a feminized version of this procedure that will allow the drops of water to fall onto each breast at set intervals - imagine your breasts rising to meet each droplet of water as your arousal continues to build to ever higher plateaus - imagine, Taleena, imagine your breasts becoming more and more and more sensitive - more than ever before’. He then turned on the two faucets.

Her breasts were already overly sensitive, because of the intense stroking of the feather, because of the erectness of her nipples and her intense arousal. Taleena gasped as the first drop of water fell onto her sensitized right breast, then another onto her left breast, then again, and again, and again. She moaned and pleaded with the man but he allowed the water to continue its work. Taleena tried everything in her power to arch her back and to move her breasts as the water continued to drop relentlessly - drip, and drip, and drip, each one again timed to allow the sensation to charge through her nervous system before another of the drops would fall. Not only did it actually feel as if her breasts were rising to meet the drops of water, but it felt as if they were getting bigger too. Her nipples felt as if they would burst and she soon started to scream repeatedly, tears flowing down the sides of her face. And so it was for one whole hour.

When the man returned, he turned off the faucets and pushed the button on the control panel to return the assembly to its place in the ceiling. Taleena could hardly catch her breath. He released the restraints around her neck and her stomach, allowing her some little movement. Her breasts were on fire and her body was in the throes of passion as it screamed for release. The man started stroking her breasts with another softer feather as he spoke to her. ‘That will begin to give you an idea of the sensitivity of your beautiful female body,’ he said, ‘I believe that I have just awoken your nervous system to some of the possibilities it can offer. But now I want to hear you laugh!’

‘Aren’t you going to finish it for me,’ she pleaded, ‘you have aroused me more than I ever thought possible.’ ‘Oh no,’ he said, ‘it wouldn’t be proper for me to do that - I am a very honourable man and I don’t want to force myself upon you.’ She started to laugh as the soft feather tickled her very sensitive breasts. ‘Pleeeeease, aaaaah,’ she cried, ‘please let me climax before you do that - I’m going crazy.’ ‘Are you asking me, then,’ he said, ‘to make you come.’ ‘Yes, yes,’ she begged, ‘please make me come, please finish me now!’
The man moved into the space between her widely spread legs and started to massage her fully erect clitoris. ‘Oh shit!’ she said as she felt his fingers gently massaging her most intimate part, ‘please do it now, please!’ He then knelt and began to tickle her genitals with his tongue and his fingers both. ‘Oh my God! Oh my God!’ she screamed, as the waves of the most intense orgasm swept over her, ‘aaaaah! Mmmmmmh! Aaaaaah!’ It was an incredible climax.

‘What are you doing,’ Taleena cried in disbelief as the man started to tickle torture her left foot with a vibrator that was hardly bigger than a ball point pen, ‘ aaah! Hahahaha!’ she laughed as the tickling of her soft instep and the little spaces between and below her toes continued, ‘I thought we were fihihihinished!’ Before long the man had moved the vibrator all over her body, tickling all of the most sensitive areas, her feet, her legs, her genitals, her abdomen, her stomach, her navel, her sides, her armpits, her neck, and her breasts. She begged and pleaded as he slowly showed her the vibrator moving towards her right nipple, trying to twist her body from side to side in an effort to avoid the touch that was sure to come. When it touched the sensitized nipple, Taleena grit her teeth, clenched her fists and arched her back to the point of a muscle cramp as the sensations of the vibrator tore through her nervous system. ‘Aaaaaaah! My God’ she screamed, ‘no-ho-ho more! Please no more! Ahahahahaha!’

‘Have you ever seen one of these?’ he asked, as he picked up another vibrator that had a shaft about the size of a d-cell battery around but some ten inches in length, with another little vibrator attached to the side of its shaft about three fourths of the length down from its tip, ‘I purchased it in Japan - as the large shaft enters you and provides intense sexual stimulation, the little side piece will tickle your anus.’ ‘Noooooo!’ she pleaded, as she saw the device disappear from view between her legs. She tried desperately to move as she felt the shaft of the vibrator moving into her. Then she felt the second piece firmly placed against her anus. ‘This will be a whole new sensation,’ he said, ‘I think you’ll find it interesting, as he turned it on.

She fought desperately against her restraints as the sensations of the vibrator inside her drove her into a whole new state of arousal while the tickling at her anus were driving her into fits of laughter. The table shook with the bucking of her hips as she tried to dislodge the device from her vagina. ’Oh! Oh! Aaah! Heeheehee! Oh!’ she went on and on as the device continued its work. And then, again, she was engulfed in wave after wave of the most intense climax. She passed out.

When Taleena started to waken, moaning softly, she felt really comfortable, as she felt herself lovingly held and her hair being stroked. She opened her eyes to find herself in the arms of the man and seated in a large tiled bath filled with warm water, herbs and spices. ’Where are we now?’ she asked curiously. ’You were pretty sweaty and dirty from your experience on the tickling table,’ he said, ’so I wanted to bathe you properly before I allowed you to go home.’ He continued to wash her with a large sponge and a deliciously fragrant soap, carefully cleaning every part of her from her long hair to her soft size seven feet. Too tired to resist, Taleena exalted in the gentle strokes of the soft sponge as he lovingly washed her.

‘Do I really have to go home?’ she asked softly, looking up into his eyes, ’Couldn’t I stay with you for a little longer? I don’t know what I feel, but I don’t want to go home yet. I want to stay.’

He told her that she could stay for a little while, resting from her experience, then to have dinner and perhaps to spend the next evening. He gave her a delicious soft terry robe to wear and escorted her from the bath into a beautiful bedroom that overlooked palm trees, gardens and a beautiful lagoon. The big bed had soft beddings and satin sheets. He gave her a luxurious silk nightie. She changed and climbed into the bed exhausted. She slept almost immediately.

Some twelve hours later, the man was back by her side to waken her, telling her that their dinner would be ready within the hour. He pointed to a bath and dressing area nearby for her use. She could refresh herself and wear any of the garments there. As they ate their dinner, he explained that Taleena was one of twelve young women he brought here for a practical course in sensuality and sexual responsiveness. The three who would become the most feminine, the most sensual and the most beautiful would be allowed to stay and make the island their home. After dinner, and several drinks, she fell asleep in his arms.

Later, when she awakened, she found herself in her own bed, as she was when she first fell asleep. ’My God,’ she said to herself, ’that can’t have been a dream, it was so real - and who was that man?’ She licked a little remnant of the sweet and sour sauce from a special island dinner off her fingers, not realizing that was the dinner she had had with him, and drifted back to sleep.
 
nice one.....who is the "mysterious man"? hopefully we will find out soon!
 
please please tell me there is more to this story???? i mean wow i loved it and had to post yet again after saying i wouldnt on part two. so much for self control. i love this man i really do. did she go back? was she chosen? dang its romantic, erotic, ticklish of course and intense. everything i also love in a story. and your knowledge of ancient china is fascinating. i also love learning about that since i have read every pearl buck book there is. were you ever nominated for the golden feather? wow you are a very talented writer.

isabeau
 
Love to tickle - and tickle to love - Taleena is so beautiful she might well be back for another visit.
 
A saucy sequel...

TP, this tale--and its predecessor--are so sinfully sensual that I forgive you the hoary "Was it only a dream?" coda to each adventure. I think the mystery man's faucet breast stimulation represents his Forum's first ever plumbing fixture fixation in a tickle tale. Not that I'm unwilling to try it for my next seduction...lessee, here in the Yellow Pages...plumbing supplies...Ah! TEASING TAPS...that'll do! :devil2:
 
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