tyklfynd
01-30-2007, 02:47 AM
WARNING, the picture below is of male genitals being tickled, you have been warned!
Sylvia's Gift.
by Tyklfynd.
Sylvia was addicted to submitting to pixie tickle torture. Hiking up into the forest late in the afternoon for a long evening of tickling and orgasm denial was just too delicious to resist. Recently, however, she found herself obsessed with a new fantasy.
There was this one guy that she had a huge crush on, Mark, but he always treated her like she didn't exist. If only she could trick him into a late afternoon hike with her to the pixie grove, then she could endulge her fantasy of seeing him tickled and teased to madness. She knew how unbelievably ticklish he was, and she wanted him so badly. But if she couldn't have him directly, at least she might find a way to vicariously endulge her longings for him.
The pixies stroked and tickled them both mercilessly. Mark was locked in a hollow tree, with just his genitals poking out. Sylvia was suspended as usual by her ankles, and watched poor Marks genitals get teased and taunted. They tickled him way past what he could take. Sylvia loved the tickling, but Mark couldn't stand it. And the sexual teasing drove him crazy with frustration. Big strong Mark actually broke down and whimpered and begged. To which the pixies giggled with animated glee.
The pixies were most thrilled that their little tickle pet had brought them such a fun toy. So much so that they gave her a nice little present. When they left the forest, Sylvia had a pair of magical pixie gold anklets permanently fixed on her smooth brown ankles. And Mark had a pixie gold ring fit snuggly and permanently around his balls. Marks gift was really a curse, however; he could not find orgasmic release by any means of his own. His libido was raging night and day, and fantasies of pixies tickling his muscled body were a constant distraction. The pulsing gold band heightened his ticklishness and teased his genitals. The only release he could get was to return to the pixies and let them have their way with him; knowing that at the end of the evening they would finally show mercy on him.
Sylvia's gift was quite different. Her twin gold bands also magnified her libido and ticklishness, and also prevented her from touching herself to orgasm, but in addition she found she could sense the ticklishness of others. Their sensitivities, errogenous zones, ticklish spots, and fantasies were all plain for her to see. And most suprising of all she now had the power of suggestion! If she concentrated and spoke softly, people were seduced into following her commands. Her skin glowed with riotous health, and her body firmed. The pixie magic was making her more ravishing every day that passed! Clearly the pixies wanted her to be both their tickle slave and their lure for more ticklish mortal flesh. A task she devoted herself to with delight.
Sylvia's Gift.
by Tyklfynd.
Sylvia was addicted to submitting to pixie tickle torture. Hiking up into the forest late in the afternoon for a long evening of tickling and orgasm denial was just too delicious to resist. Recently, however, she found herself obsessed with a new fantasy.
There was this one guy that she had a huge crush on, Mark, but he always treated her like she didn't exist. If only she could trick him into a late afternoon hike with her to the pixie grove, then she could endulge her fantasy of seeing him tickled and teased to madness. She knew how unbelievably ticklish he was, and she wanted him so badly. But if she couldn't have him directly, at least she might find a way to vicariously endulge her longings for him.
The pixies stroked and tickled them both mercilessly. Mark was locked in a hollow tree, with just his genitals poking out. Sylvia was suspended as usual by her ankles, and watched poor Marks genitals get teased and taunted. They tickled him way past what he could take. Sylvia loved the tickling, but Mark couldn't stand it. And the sexual teasing drove him crazy with frustration. Big strong Mark actually broke down and whimpered and begged. To which the pixies giggled with animated glee.
The pixies were most thrilled that their little tickle pet had brought them such a fun toy. So much so that they gave her a nice little present. When they left the forest, Sylvia had a pair of magical pixie gold anklets permanently fixed on her smooth brown ankles. And Mark had a pixie gold ring fit snuggly and permanently around his balls. Marks gift was really a curse, however; he could not find orgasmic release by any means of his own. His libido was raging night and day, and fantasies of pixies tickling his muscled body were a constant distraction. The pulsing gold band heightened his ticklishness and teased his genitals. The only release he could get was to return to the pixies and let them have their way with him; knowing that at the end of the evening they would finally show mercy on him.
Sylvia's gift was quite different. Her twin gold bands also magnified her libido and ticklishness, and also prevented her from touching herself to orgasm, but in addition she found she could sense the ticklishness of others. Their sensitivities, errogenous zones, ticklish spots, and fantasies were all plain for her to see. And most suprising of all she now had the power of suggestion! If she concentrated and spoke softly, people were seduced into following her commands. Her skin glowed with riotous health, and her body firmed. The pixie magic was making her more ravishing every day that passed! Clearly the pixies wanted her to be both their tickle slave and their lure for more ticklish mortal flesh. A task she devoted herself to with delight.