Linda`s predicament
By Noeyes
Linda did not know how long she had hung in the chains, reality as she had known it was becoming a blur. This man whoever he was knew what he was doing. Linda had read a paper once in college about sensory depravation and she realized this was what the document had been about. She still did not know who her attacker was or why she had been chosen for his game. But game she was unless she figured out how to escape.
The static in her ears was like a hive of bees around her head it made her dizzy and disoriented. The itching had subsided during the night, at least that was over she thought. Her mind tried to vision what her attacker wanted from her. She was a student nurse she had no money, her parents were not rich. Why was he doing this to her.
Before she could put these thoughts together she heard something. The voice was back, he had returned. What was he doing, why did he leave me alone like this. The memory of what had happened in the last session was still fresh in her mind. Would he tease her again, she still remembered haw it felt to be left un fulfilled the orgasm had crashed and burned inside her. Would he start with my ribs again or move on to other areas. The thought of what he might do to her was most frightening thing of all. “How are we this morning, I trust you slept well”.
Linda soon realized this man had no intention of letting her go anytime soon. She felt her tummy grumble, then it happened again. This time much louder. “Ah! I see my new toy is hungry. Would you like to eat today little one.” the voice said. “ just nod your head . Linda could hot stop herself from nodding yes. “Good “ he said “I am going to undo your gag, you can scream all you want now, it won`t help you. If you wish to beg it is allowed, but if you ask me to let you go I will re gag you and there will be no food or water for 3 days” do you understand. Linda again felt herself nod yes. She was almost in a surreal world now, she was dependant on the one person who was her attacker. His hands reached up and began moving her hair aside from the fastener of the gag. His touch was light and he was in no hurry. As he exposed the back of her neck , he began to tickle her behind her ears and nibble on the back of her neck. These were things that she liked when necking with a man. Could her attacker be an old boyfriend, no she thought she would have recognized his voice. This was someone who knew her and knew what she liked, and this was one of the things that would have made her melt if they had been on a date. The nibbling continued as well as the tickling, his hands trailed around, over her ears, down her neck from her elbow to her underarm. Linda began to giggle like a school girl, this guy was pushing all of her buttons. As his fingers began to probe her underarm they encountered the stubble of her once smoothly shaved armpit. This raised a chuckle from her tormenter.
“ I will have to bring in my shaving equipment later” he said “we don`t want anything interfering with the tickling do we”. His fingers now trailed lightly down her sides and began to move toward her belly which rumbled again. He left her there and she was alone again. There was a dread felling welling up inside of her. Was it possible that she was missing her captor, after all he had not hurt her, but the tickling was driving her almost out of her mind. Was that his plan to reduce me to a giggling vegetable. Then she felt his touch again this time he was undoing the gag.” Remember what I told you” the voice said. The feeling of relief as the gag was removed was almost pleasurable. The smell of food was more so. The voice in her headphones told her to open her mouth, Linda complied, it was a bowl of corn flakes and milk. Her tormenter feed her and told her to chew her food 32 times, just like a mother used to make. He gave her orange juice to wash it down. This whole exchange happened a few minutes. Then it began again, the first thing she felt was a hand on her breast, she felt the scissors again he was cutting away at her bra. Soon she felt a draft near her nipples she gasped as she realized that he had cut holes in her bra to let her nipples out, they were there and there was nothing she could do to prevent what it. The hand was back now and two of the fingers played with the nipple, she let out a gasp and tried to pull away but it was no use. Now a tongue began playing with the other. She was not prepared for this she had assumed he would begin tickling her again but now this was sexual and he seemed to be in no hurry to stop. She felt her heart rate begin to go up and she began to become wet in between her legs, this guy was pushing her buttons again. Before she could stop herself Linda began to plead for him to let her go, saying that she did not know who he was and she would never tell anyone about this. Then she felt him let go of her breasts and she felt the gag at her lips once again. This gag seemed to be different than the previous one it was hard and round like a tennis ball. He did waste any time forcing the gag into her mouth, he had stopped being gentle with her as well, as the gag settled into her mouth he pinched her nipple hard she let out an audible squeal and again tried to pull away. But the bar behind her back prevented her from moving much, and it just seemed to make her attacker ,more aggressive.
“You don`t listen very well little one” the voice said as he pinched the other nipple. “We will have to work on your obedience training sooner than I had planed”. Now the tongue was back, he licked and teased both or her now hardening nipples. “You exist only for my pleasure” he said “ if you know what is good for you, you will be more obedient in the future. Just to show you that I mean business, we will begin with your feet today, your belly and armpits this afternoon . The gag in your mouth will let you squeal but mot speak. I will enjoy making you squeal, a lot”. Up until now this man had not harmed her, but now his mood had changed. There were a few long moments of silence, then she smelled soap. The man then touched her bound bare feet just lightly enough to make her jump a little and Linda let out a high pitch squeal. There were two fingers now one on the top of each heel drawing tiny little circles. Linda tried to move her feet from his touch but could only get a little up and down movement and she could curl up her toes, but she could not pull away from his touch. Now the first finger began to drop down very slowly it traced out a path along the outside of her arch and down to her wiggling toes.
Just as she became used to his pattern ,he changed them keeping her off guard. Then she felt another warm sensation on her bare feet, the smell of soap was much stronger now. When she felt the scrub brush come into contact with her feet she jumped and wriggled and began to scream into her gag. He started at the heel and began to scrub in ever widening circles, Linda had never had such an assault on her bare feet, the sensations were out of this world. Adding to her plight was the fact that most of her senses were out of sync because of the blind fold and the ear phones. This coupled with the soaps lubrication, was nearly driving her out of her mind. Her sense of touch had doubled at least. This man knew that and was playing her like a keyboard. He seemed to enjoy making her squeal and twitch. As the brush moved further down her foot she redoubled her efforts to get away, but it was of no use all she was doing was wearing herself out
.
When the brush came into contact with her sole she felt as though she would pass out, she felt a hand reach up and take her pulse on her neck. “Well the voice said we don`t want you to pass out and ruin our fun do we”. Then she heard him chuckle, the sound of his enjoyment made her shudder. He told her that he was only ½ done with her foot so she had better compose herself, then she could look forward to the same treatment on the other. He was enjoying telling her this as he explained what he was going to do with her she shuddered and twitched, each little twitch told him something about how and where she was ticklish. Linda did not realize what he was doing and that she was giving him the information that he sought just with her body language. Soon he had the info that he needed to continue.
The man returned to her feet and this time he pulled up a chair and a small tv tray. On it were an assortment of his tickle toys. He surveyed them with pride, years of trial and error went into there selection. With his previous victims, he had experimented., toyed, and refined his tactics. Now this pretty young woman would be the beneficiary or all this acquired knowledge, he wondered if she knew how privileged she was. He settled in and got comfortable, he was in no rush and his pretty little captive was not going anywhere any time soon.
Even though Linda was blind folded he tried to turn her head in the faint hope of finding out what he had in store for her, she found that she could look over her shoulder at where he was positioned. But she still could not see anything, this was just making her dread what was coming even more. The not knowing was working on her mind, how could she anticipate his next move, Linda felt that if she could ruin his fun maybe her would tire of her and let her go. This fantasy ended when the fingers found her feet again.
True to his word he had started with the other foot, this time though he had started down at the ball of her foot near her toes. Linda curled up her toes in a vain attempt at protecting them. Linda heard another chuckle, and felt something different. A felling like a cold hand reached into her mind, he was tying her big toe to something. Soon all attempts at curling up her toes were gone. He had quickly done both feet, and now the brush found it`s way into the tender flash at the base of her toes. The sensation was out of this word as this man toyed and played with her. He moved from foot to foot keeping her off balance.
He applied soap to the ball of the other foot and his fingers and the brushed danced merrily, from one to the other. Linda`s squeals and screams, poured trough her gad the louder she screamed the more he tickled. After what seemed a eternity, he stopped. Linda was excused, she hung in her chains groaning, the sweat poured from her body. The worst thing was as the droplets of sweat ran down her body they tickled to.
One droplet had formed on her chest and was slowly working it`s way down to her jeans it hung up an the tiny hairs and crevices of her body, it tingled like an itch she could not scratch. When it ran down for a bit it tickled like mad. No sooner did he stop, the droplets seemed to form all over her body and they ran in all directions tickling and teasing as they went. One formed on her back between her shoulder blades and began to run down her back it followed her spine to the waist band of her jeans and down the crack of her behind. It had felt like someone trailing a feather down her back. Now it was fallowing the crack of her behind it trailed down and pooled up at the base of her behind and it itched like mad. She heard her tormenter chuckle and realized he had been watching her squirm and he was enjoying it.
This man is a monster Linda thought, as she regained her composure. He was torturing her and loving every minute of her anguish. The louder she screamed, the more she struggled, the more he played with her. But try as she might she could not endure his tickling for long without struggling. All this did was caused him to redouble his efforts. She was grateful for the small breaks in her torment, but that just made her concentrate on the droplets of sweat again. Even though he was not touching her at this moment she was still being tortured. The man stood up to stretch and admire his handy work, he was very pleased with himself. He had his victim, squirming even though he had stopped for a break. She swayed in the chains almost like a belly dancer, her chest rose and fell like the waves on a beach, and sweat poured from her body as she hung there groaning.
He looked at his watch and realized that he had only been tickling her for about 30 minutes. It must have felt like hours to her though. He had noticed how she squirmed as the sweat ran down her back. He reached over and picked up a small soft feather duster from the tray and twirled it in his hand. No he thought there will be plenty of time for that later. He put the feather duster back in it`s place in the tray and picked up the new tooth brush. He unwrapped it examining it, it was new and had the soft rubber pick on the end. 4 out of 5 dentists approved of it and this tickler definitely approved of it. The soft pick was perfect for exploring the lines an a persons foot. He settled back into his chair and brought the pick to the line in her foot directly under her toes. And a new session began,
Stay Tuned for Chapter Three
Noeyes
By Noeyes
Linda did not know how long she had hung in the chains, reality as she had known it was becoming a blur. This man whoever he was knew what he was doing. Linda had read a paper once in college about sensory depravation and she realized this was what the document had been about. She still did not know who her attacker was or why she had been chosen for his game. But game she was unless she figured out how to escape.
The static in her ears was like a hive of bees around her head it made her dizzy and disoriented. The itching had subsided during the night, at least that was over she thought. Her mind tried to vision what her attacker wanted from her. She was a student nurse she had no money, her parents were not rich. Why was he doing this to her.
Before she could put these thoughts together she heard something. The voice was back, he had returned. What was he doing, why did he leave me alone like this. The memory of what had happened in the last session was still fresh in her mind. Would he tease her again, she still remembered haw it felt to be left un fulfilled the orgasm had crashed and burned inside her. Would he start with my ribs again or move on to other areas. The thought of what he might do to her was most frightening thing of all. “How are we this morning, I trust you slept well”.
Linda soon realized this man had no intention of letting her go anytime soon. She felt her tummy grumble, then it happened again. This time much louder. “Ah! I see my new toy is hungry. Would you like to eat today little one.” the voice said. “ just nod your head . Linda could hot stop herself from nodding yes. “Good “ he said “I am going to undo your gag, you can scream all you want now, it won`t help you. If you wish to beg it is allowed, but if you ask me to let you go I will re gag you and there will be no food or water for 3 days” do you understand. Linda again felt herself nod yes. She was almost in a surreal world now, she was dependant on the one person who was her attacker. His hands reached up and began moving her hair aside from the fastener of the gag. His touch was light and he was in no hurry. As he exposed the back of her neck , he began to tickle her behind her ears and nibble on the back of her neck. These were things that she liked when necking with a man. Could her attacker be an old boyfriend, no she thought she would have recognized his voice. This was someone who knew her and knew what she liked, and this was one of the things that would have made her melt if they had been on a date. The nibbling continued as well as the tickling, his hands trailed around, over her ears, down her neck from her elbow to her underarm. Linda began to giggle like a school girl, this guy was pushing all of her buttons. As his fingers began to probe her underarm they encountered the stubble of her once smoothly shaved armpit. This raised a chuckle from her tormenter.
“ I will have to bring in my shaving equipment later” he said “we don`t want anything interfering with the tickling do we”. His fingers now trailed lightly down her sides and began to move toward her belly which rumbled again. He left her there and she was alone again. There was a dread felling welling up inside of her. Was it possible that she was missing her captor, after all he had not hurt her, but the tickling was driving her almost out of her mind. Was that his plan to reduce me to a giggling vegetable. Then she felt his touch again this time he was undoing the gag.” Remember what I told you” the voice said. The feeling of relief as the gag was removed was almost pleasurable. The smell of food was more so. The voice in her headphones told her to open her mouth, Linda complied, it was a bowl of corn flakes and milk. Her tormenter feed her and told her to chew her food 32 times, just like a mother used to make. He gave her orange juice to wash it down. This whole exchange happened a few minutes. Then it began again, the first thing she felt was a hand on her breast, she felt the scissors again he was cutting away at her bra. Soon she felt a draft near her nipples she gasped as she realized that he had cut holes in her bra to let her nipples out, they were there and there was nothing she could do to prevent what it. The hand was back now and two of the fingers played with the nipple, she let out a gasp and tried to pull away but it was no use. Now a tongue began playing with the other. She was not prepared for this she had assumed he would begin tickling her again but now this was sexual and he seemed to be in no hurry to stop. She felt her heart rate begin to go up and she began to become wet in between her legs, this guy was pushing her buttons again. Before she could stop herself Linda began to plead for him to let her go, saying that she did not know who he was and she would never tell anyone about this. Then she felt him let go of her breasts and she felt the gag at her lips once again. This gag seemed to be different than the previous one it was hard and round like a tennis ball. He did waste any time forcing the gag into her mouth, he had stopped being gentle with her as well, as the gag settled into her mouth he pinched her nipple hard she let out an audible squeal and again tried to pull away. But the bar behind her back prevented her from moving much, and it just seemed to make her attacker ,more aggressive.
“You don`t listen very well little one” the voice said as he pinched the other nipple. “We will have to work on your obedience training sooner than I had planed”. Now the tongue was back, he licked and teased both or her now hardening nipples. “You exist only for my pleasure” he said “ if you know what is good for you, you will be more obedient in the future. Just to show you that I mean business, we will begin with your feet today, your belly and armpits this afternoon . The gag in your mouth will let you squeal but mot speak. I will enjoy making you squeal, a lot”. Up until now this man had not harmed her, but now his mood had changed. There were a few long moments of silence, then she smelled soap. The man then touched her bound bare feet just lightly enough to make her jump a little and Linda let out a high pitch squeal. There were two fingers now one on the top of each heel drawing tiny little circles. Linda tried to move her feet from his touch but could only get a little up and down movement and she could curl up her toes, but she could not pull away from his touch. Now the first finger began to drop down very slowly it traced out a path along the outside of her arch and down to her wiggling toes.
Just as she became used to his pattern ,he changed them keeping her off guard. Then she felt another warm sensation on her bare feet, the smell of soap was much stronger now. When she felt the scrub brush come into contact with her feet she jumped and wriggled and began to scream into her gag. He started at the heel and began to scrub in ever widening circles, Linda had never had such an assault on her bare feet, the sensations were out of this world. Adding to her plight was the fact that most of her senses were out of sync because of the blind fold and the ear phones. This coupled with the soaps lubrication, was nearly driving her out of her mind. Her sense of touch had doubled at least. This man knew that and was playing her like a keyboard. He seemed to enjoy making her squeal and twitch. As the brush moved further down her foot she redoubled her efforts to get away, but it was of no use all she was doing was wearing herself out
.
When the brush came into contact with her sole she felt as though she would pass out, she felt a hand reach up and take her pulse on her neck. “Well the voice said we don`t want you to pass out and ruin our fun do we”. Then she heard him chuckle, the sound of his enjoyment made her shudder. He told her that he was only ½ done with her foot so she had better compose herself, then she could look forward to the same treatment on the other. He was enjoying telling her this as he explained what he was going to do with her she shuddered and twitched, each little twitch told him something about how and where she was ticklish. Linda did not realize what he was doing and that she was giving him the information that he sought just with her body language. Soon he had the info that he needed to continue.
The man returned to her feet and this time he pulled up a chair and a small tv tray. On it were an assortment of his tickle toys. He surveyed them with pride, years of trial and error went into there selection. With his previous victims, he had experimented., toyed, and refined his tactics. Now this pretty young woman would be the beneficiary or all this acquired knowledge, he wondered if she knew how privileged she was. He settled in and got comfortable, he was in no rush and his pretty little captive was not going anywhere any time soon.
Even though Linda was blind folded he tried to turn her head in the faint hope of finding out what he had in store for her, she found that she could look over her shoulder at where he was positioned. But she still could not see anything, this was just making her dread what was coming even more. The not knowing was working on her mind, how could she anticipate his next move, Linda felt that if she could ruin his fun maybe her would tire of her and let her go. This fantasy ended when the fingers found her feet again.
True to his word he had started with the other foot, this time though he had started down at the ball of her foot near her toes. Linda curled up her toes in a vain attempt at protecting them. Linda heard another chuckle, and felt something different. A felling like a cold hand reached into her mind, he was tying her big toe to something. Soon all attempts at curling up her toes were gone. He had quickly done both feet, and now the brush found it`s way into the tender flash at the base of her toes. The sensation was out of this word as this man toyed and played with her. He moved from foot to foot keeping her off balance.
He applied soap to the ball of the other foot and his fingers and the brushed danced merrily, from one to the other. Linda`s squeals and screams, poured trough her gad the louder she screamed the more he tickled. After what seemed a eternity, he stopped. Linda was excused, she hung in her chains groaning, the sweat poured from her body. The worst thing was as the droplets of sweat ran down her body they tickled to.
One droplet had formed on her chest and was slowly working it`s way down to her jeans it hung up an the tiny hairs and crevices of her body, it tingled like an itch she could not scratch. When it ran down for a bit it tickled like mad. No sooner did he stop, the droplets seemed to form all over her body and they ran in all directions tickling and teasing as they went. One formed on her back between her shoulder blades and began to run down her back it followed her spine to the waist band of her jeans and down the crack of her behind. It had felt like someone trailing a feather down her back. Now it was fallowing the crack of her behind it trailed down and pooled up at the base of her behind and it itched like mad. She heard her tormenter chuckle and realized he had been watching her squirm and he was enjoying it.
This man is a monster Linda thought, as she regained her composure. He was torturing her and loving every minute of her anguish. The louder she screamed, the more she struggled, the more he played with her. But try as she might she could not endure his tickling for long without struggling. All this did was caused him to redouble his efforts. She was grateful for the small breaks in her torment, but that just made her concentrate on the droplets of sweat again. Even though he was not touching her at this moment she was still being tortured. The man stood up to stretch and admire his handy work, he was very pleased with himself. He had his victim, squirming even though he had stopped for a break. She swayed in the chains almost like a belly dancer, her chest rose and fell like the waves on a beach, and sweat poured from her body as she hung there groaning.
He looked at his watch and realized that he had only been tickling her for about 30 minutes. It must have felt like hours to her though. He had noticed how she squirmed as the sweat ran down her back. He reached over and picked up a small soft feather duster from the tray and twirled it in his hand. No he thought there will be plenty of time for that later. He put the feather duster back in it`s place in the tray and picked up the new tooth brush. He unwrapped it examining it, it was new and had the soft rubber pick on the end. 4 out of 5 dentists approved of it and this tickler definitely approved of it. The soft pick was perfect for exploring the lines an a persons foot. He settled back into his chair and brought the pick to the line in her foot directly under her toes. And a new session began,
Stay Tuned for Chapter Three
Noeyes
