Recent content by janwil78

feels different I find that it tickles more, when you are tied, because if you're not, you are able to concentrate your efforts on covering up. If you can't cover up, then those efforts are concentrated on the most pressing theing, which in this case would be the tickling. It seems like when...

waking again I wake again, hoping it was all a horrific nightmare. Not a chance. To my chagrin, yet to my pleasure, I see all of the fiendish expert tickler's, awaiting my awakening. The ease slowly towards me, preparing their fingers. I scream, as their nails inch closer to my helpless...

The second women, walks over and gazes pitifully at my exposed ribs. She takes the feathers, that the first tickler dropped, and begins to swirl them around on my tummy. My laughter heightens in pitch.

The tightness of the rack causes my laughter to be somewhat hard drawn, and I am soon heaving, gasping for breath as the ticklish sensations overtake my body. She sticks the feather between two toes on my right foot, and leaves it there for safe keeping. She then uses her long fingernails to...

feel free to add Everyone feel free to add your own little piece to the story. I'm more than glad that sceej56 and marlin400 have added pieces, but anyone is welcome to.

(oh no!!!) I'm trying to lean my head forward, and see the woman at my feet. She's right next to them. I wiggle my now bared, helpless right foot. She seems to be admiring my feet, and my red toe-nail polish. I pinch the toes of my left foot hard around the thong of the other sandal, hoping...

thanks My eyes grow wide with horror. A feather. Surely she can't be planning to... Surely she wouldn't. I look at my helpless tummy, greatly exposed. I see how easy it would be to slide the feather down the short sleeve of my shirt. I feel how my sandals barely hang on the ends of my...

Thanks (for the happy b-day wish) No, I do not recognize her.

In stories, now OK, it's in the stories section now, a moderator can delete this thread if they want to.

I wake on a rack, with my wrists and ankles strapped in. My body is stretched tightly, and my position pulls my shirt up, so that my tummy and extended rib cage are showing. My heeled, thong sandals hang loosely on the ends of my toes, about to fall off. I hear a sound in the darkness at the...

sorry I'm new, wasn't sure.

I wake on a rack, my wrists and feet strapped tightly. The rack is pulling my body apart. My position causes my tummy and extended lower rib cage to show. My heeled, toe-thong sandals hang loosely on the ends of my toes, nearly ready to fall off. I try to pull free, but the straps show no...