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Good job. cant wait to hear what happens to her next!

Now THAT was YUMMY. Can't wait for part 3!

That was yummy. Loved it! Nothing less than I would expect from Captured Doll!

Yummy! It's going to be hard to concentrate on work today!

I swear you're the most deliciously attractive woman ever!

Now THAT was yummy! Excellent work!

What a delicious image! My fiendish imagination abounds tonight on ways to turn you into an exhausted, sweating and screaming tickle slave!

Damn wish I lived in the area!

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Excellent!

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Yummy! An excellent story and well done!

Excellent poem!

Yes thanks!

You're welcome and thank YOU for the opportunity it was a lot of fun! If you're ever interested in doing this again. Let me know. Ciao,

She’s exhausted from the tickling orgasm. Yes, she and I will have lots of fun! I stop the feathering, unlock the restraints and carry her into the next room. I gently massage body and wrap her in a war blanket on the bed. It was easy enough from her belongings to learn her address and she...

I smile broadly as her arms and feet shake in orgasmic pleasure. This deliciously attractive young woman has endured but a meager example of my perverted tickling torments. All the others had one location to exploit. But THIS one has them all! How can I let her go now? Never! She must endure...

Her screams are music to my ears. “ I will never let you go! I have much more inventive torments in store for you.” With one hand I tickle gently her tender arch and with the other I bring out the feather waving it in front of her. “ Prepare yourself my captured tickle slave! Here I come! “ I...

“ Ah yes, I knew you would give in! But you will not cum yet. I’m only just beginning your torment.” I chuckle and smile and place the feather back in my pocket. I attack her underarms again with my fingers. I watch her writhe in delicious tickling torment for a few agonizing moments. I kneel...

“Yes! “ I smile at her torment. Aroused by her pleads for mercy I’m almost distracted from noticing the sweat from her stomach as it begins to bead and trickle down between her legs. I pluck the feather from my back pocket and begin to slowly caress her clitoris. “Say you are my captured tickle...