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Jennifer's Big Brother 6 Adventure 2 m/f
JENNIFER’S BIG BROTHER ADVENTURE 2
Jennifer, the lovely long-haired little twenty-seven year old dancer, had an exciting time since her dream-like adventure with the elegant, mysterious gentleman and his tickling laboratory. She had not told any of the others, not even her friend April, since she could not account for the ten to twelve hours that she had spent with him. She felt certain that the experience was real but still thought it must have been a very real dream since appears to have been in bed all that night. How can it both be real and a dream, she wondered, and who would ever believe her if she told them about it.
Now she was head of household, the most powerful position to be had, which allowed her to select the next two candidates for eviction from the house. The competition went on for fourteen hours, with various competitors giving up along the way. At the end, it was Kaysar and herself who were left standing, and neither one wanted to give up. Then she made a deal with Kaysar, swearing to it on her life, to place two members of her own faction in the house on the eviction seats, replacing one with James when the veto was used to remove either candidate. In that way, James could be removed and that was what everybody wanted. On those terms, and with her word on her life, Kaysar removed himself from the competition and allowed Jennifer to win the head of household position. Two hours later, though, Jennifer went back on her word, and the deal with Kaysar, by placing two competitors from his faction in the house up for eviction.
It had been two weeks since she was somehow abducted and subjected to the 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 became deeper and more intense, her nipples hardened and flushed with blood, her private parts to become moist with anticipation. She still found it hard to believe that the experience was not 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.
Jennifer, now sleeping in the private head-of-household bedroom, 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, Jennifer 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 at 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 - Jennifer didn’t know.
Suddenly, as Jennifer was deep in her thoughts, the man entered the room. He was quite a large and elegant man, middle-aged, clearly very powerful, masculine and in a way quite attractive. 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, Jennifer,’ he said, ‘my personal mission in life is to introduce as many beautiful young women as I can to their bodies - and because of the limitations that are placed upon me by time and other matters that I must often attend to - there are but a small number of women to whom these teachings can be made available - so I choose those for whom I feel a personal attraction, be it those I meet personally or those I see in the media - you may not understand it quite yet, but it is so - and it is because of my attraction 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 within 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, your body remembers, and 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.’
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.’
He picked up another feather, one that was even stiffer than the one he had just used all over her body. He started to draw the feather along the base of each of her breasts, and all around them, over and over again. 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. They are apart from you, but you can feel everything they feel. 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, Jennifer, simply imagine’. Jennifer 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 intensely 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. Jennifer 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.
‘I saw you do something recently which disturbed me greatly,’ he told her, ‘because it alludes to the very depths of your character. You made a deal with another competitor in your game, swearing on it by your life, to place certain competitors in line for eviction. A few short hours later you broke your word and betrayed that arrangement and that other competitor, knowing full well that he allowed you to win because of that promise.’
Jennifer started to speak but the man placed his finger on her lips, saying ‘Whatever reason or excuse you may wish to offer, the fact still remains that you broke not only your personal word, but a personal vow, given on your life. I believe that this calls for a fairly serious punishment - one which will echo to the very essence of your character and your being.’
The man pushed a switch on a nearby control panel. As she looked up, Jennifer saw a panel in the ceiling slide open and a framework with two small spigots descend toward her. These stopped about two feet above her chest.
As he adjusted the faucets directly over the center of her breasts, he explained, ‘This is a feminized form of the ancient Chinese water torture. Over the next three hours, it will not only cause you great agony but also continue to build up the arousal in your body. Imagine your breasts rising to meet each droplet of water as your arousal continues to build to ever higher plateaus - imagine, Jennifer, 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. Jennifer 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. Jennifer 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 three long hours.
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. Jennifer 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 - please, I can‘t stand it!’
‘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, right 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, ‘Aaaaaah! Mmmmmmh! Aaaaaah!’ It was an incredible climax.
‘What are you doing,’ Jennifer 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, ‘Aaaah! 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, Jennifer 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, as he turned it on, ‘I think you’ll find it interesting.’
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 Jennifer 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 six feet. Too tired to resist, Jennifer 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.’
‘You may stay for a little while,’ he told her, ‘I’ll let you sleep for a time and then I will take you out for dinner. But I must warn you that the environment outside of this facility will not be one that you are used to and it may, in fact, be even more shocking than this facility to you.’
He showed Jennifer to a beautiful large bedroom with a luxurious bed and silky sheets. As she lay down in the bed, she fell asleep almost immediately.
Some nine hours later, the man was back by her side to waken her.
‘Wake up, lazy girl,’ he called, ’it is nearly time to go for dinner. You may refresh yourself in the bath and dressing area, and you may wear one of the garments that you will find there.’
Jennifer looked incredibly beautiful when she was finished. She had long, dark hair and a remarkably sensual long gown made of the finest semi-diaphanous silk. It was not transparent, but it left no doubt about her female form, particularly as it was tied about her waist with silken cord.
As they left the building through a special door, at least he told her it was a very special portal, Jennifer found herself with this strange man in a market of ancient Egypt, or some place very much like it. Huge pyramids loomed around the city and there were many monuments. She followed the man to a restaurant - they dined on roast beef served in chunks, freshly baked whole grain bread served in chunks, various fruits, dates and figs, wine and hot coffee, both served in metal chalices. After dinner, they walked around the market for a time and he showed her many interesting things. Then they returned to his home and Jennifer fell asleep at his side, feeling safe and happy.
He softly whispered to her, ‘Sleep well little one, whom I have come to love, sleep well - until we meet again!’
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 he - and where were we?’ She licked a little remnant of the gravy from the roast beef dinner off her fingers, not realizing that was the dinner she had had with him, and drifted back to sleep.
JENNIFER’S BIG BROTHER ADVENTURE 2
Jennifer, the lovely long-haired little twenty-seven year old dancer, had an exciting time since her dream-like adventure with the elegant, mysterious gentleman and his tickling laboratory. She had not told any of the others, not even her friend April, since she could not account for the ten to twelve hours that she had spent with him. She felt certain that the experience was real but still thought it must have been a very real dream since appears to have been in bed all that night. How can it both be real and a dream, she wondered, and who would ever believe her if she told them about it.
Now she was head of household, the most powerful position to be had, which allowed her to select the next two candidates for eviction from the house. The competition went on for fourteen hours, with various competitors giving up along the way. At the end, it was Kaysar and herself who were left standing, and neither one wanted to give up. Then she made a deal with Kaysar, swearing to it on her life, to place two members of her own faction in the house on the eviction seats, replacing one with James when the veto was used to remove either candidate. In that way, James could be removed and that was what everybody wanted. On those terms, and with her word on her life, Kaysar removed himself from the competition and allowed Jennifer to win the head of household position. Two hours later, though, Jennifer went back on her word, and the deal with Kaysar, by placing two competitors from his faction in the house up for eviction.
It had been two weeks since she was somehow abducted and subjected to the 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 became deeper and more intense, her nipples hardened and flushed with blood, her private parts to become moist with anticipation. She still found it hard to believe that the experience was not 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.
Jennifer, now sleeping in the private head-of-household bedroom, 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, Jennifer 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 at 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 - Jennifer didn’t know.
Suddenly, as Jennifer was deep in her thoughts, the man entered the room. He was quite a large and elegant man, middle-aged, clearly very powerful, masculine and in a way quite attractive. 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, Jennifer,’ he said, ‘my personal mission in life is to introduce as many beautiful young women as I can to their bodies - and because of the limitations that are placed upon me by time and other matters that I must often attend to - there are but a small number of women to whom these teachings can be made available - so I choose those for whom I feel a personal attraction, be it those I meet personally or those I see in the media - you may not understand it quite yet, but it is so - and it is because of my attraction 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 within 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, your body remembers, and 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.’
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.’
He picked up another feather, one that was even stiffer than the one he had just used all over her body. He started to draw the feather along the base of each of her breasts, and all around them, over and over again. 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. They are apart from you, but you can feel everything they feel. 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, Jennifer, simply imagine’. Jennifer 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 intensely 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. Jennifer 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.
‘I saw you do something recently which disturbed me greatly,’ he told her, ‘because it alludes to the very depths of your character. You made a deal with another competitor in your game, swearing on it by your life, to place certain competitors in line for eviction. A few short hours later you broke your word and betrayed that arrangement and that other competitor, knowing full well that he allowed you to win because of that promise.’
Jennifer started to speak but the man placed his finger on her lips, saying ‘Whatever reason or excuse you may wish to offer, the fact still remains that you broke not only your personal word, but a personal vow, given on your life. I believe that this calls for a fairly serious punishment - one which will echo to the very essence of your character and your being.’
The man pushed a switch on a nearby control panel. As she looked up, Jennifer saw a panel in the ceiling slide open and a framework with two small spigots descend toward her. These stopped about two feet above her chest.
As he adjusted the faucets directly over the center of her breasts, he explained, ‘This is a feminized form of the ancient Chinese water torture. Over the next three hours, it will not only cause you great agony but also continue to build up the arousal in your body. Imagine your breasts rising to meet each droplet of water as your arousal continues to build to ever higher plateaus - imagine, Jennifer, 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. Jennifer 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. Jennifer 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 three long hours.
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. Jennifer 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 - please, I can‘t stand it!’
‘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, right 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, ‘Aaaaaah! Mmmmmmh! Aaaaaah!’ It was an incredible climax.
‘What are you doing,’ Jennifer 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, ‘Aaaah! 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, Jennifer 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, as he turned it on, ‘I think you’ll find it interesting.’
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 Jennifer 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 six feet. Too tired to resist, Jennifer 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.’
‘You may stay for a little while,’ he told her, ‘I’ll let you sleep for a time and then I will take you out for dinner. But I must warn you that the environment outside of this facility will not be one that you are used to and it may, in fact, be even more shocking than this facility to you.’
He showed Jennifer to a beautiful large bedroom with a luxurious bed and silky sheets. As she lay down in the bed, she fell asleep almost immediately.
Some nine hours later, the man was back by her side to waken her.
‘Wake up, lazy girl,’ he called, ’it is nearly time to go for dinner. You may refresh yourself in the bath and dressing area, and you may wear one of the garments that you will find there.’
Jennifer looked incredibly beautiful when she was finished. She had long, dark hair and a remarkably sensual long gown made of the finest semi-diaphanous silk. It was not transparent, but it left no doubt about her female form, particularly as it was tied about her waist with silken cord.
As they left the building through a special door, at least he told her it was a very special portal, Jennifer found herself with this strange man in a market of ancient Egypt, or some place very much like it. Huge pyramids loomed around the city and there were many monuments. She followed the man to a restaurant - they dined on roast beef served in chunks, freshly baked whole grain bread served in chunks, various fruits, dates and figs, wine and hot coffee, both served in metal chalices. After dinner, they walked around the market for a time and he showed her many interesting things. Then they returned to his home and Jennifer fell asleep at his side, feeling safe and happy.
He softly whispered to her, ‘Sleep well little one, whom I have come to love, sleep well - until we meet again!’
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 he - and where were we?’ She licked a little remnant of the gravy from the roast beef dinner off her fingers, not realizing that was the dinner she had had with him, and drifted back to sleep.
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