Rose had a ritual. It was common enough. But it was really just the ‘tip of the iceberg’ for her. And in this regard, her secret was relatively safe from everybody else. But if other people only knew what her penultimate intention was, people would be shocked, and she would have been ultimately flustered and totally embarrassed by it. Nevertheless, she performed the ritual practically every night: Just before bed, she would take her shoes and socks off. She would then rub and massage her own feet. Sometimes she would close her eyes, and pretend somebody else was giving her a foot massage. She would press in firmly with her thumbs over her the bottoms of her feet, working them out to the edges of her own soles. Squeezing her toes, pulling on them in turn. She poked her fingers through, in-between her toes. Then she would add body lotion and repeat the procedure. It felt so nice...squishing the lotion in, applying too much, working it in until it evaporated away, leaving her skin incredibly smooth and sensitive. It all looked so natural... this ritual. But for her, there was hidden purpose... a long shot, to be sure... that there would be any positive conclusion. Still... it was her private tickle fetish after all.
Rose ran her index finger down the middle of own sole. She flinched. A girl can dream, can’t she? She finally climbed into bed for the night and pulled the covers up to her chin. The blanket was soft and warm. She rubbed her naked feet together under the covers. She practically cooed. So soft... and sensitive. Rose smiled and slowly lost consciousness as she drifted off to sleep.
“Rose...”
It was as a voice that was calling to her from far away, yet it was very soft in her mind.
“Rose... we need you in a particular condition of consciousness.”
“Mmmm? Mommy?”
Her eyelids groggily fluttered open. But there was nothing to see. See wanted to rub the sleep from her eyes, yet... she couldn’t. It felt like she had slept funny and both her arms were “asleep”. Then she noticed that the covers were gone and that she was completely naked. (Not that this was totally unusual, sometimes she did sleep in the nude.) She tried to get up, but her balance was all wrong. Rose felt her fingers wiggling behind her head. They were interlaced together as though she were relaxing in a hammock. In fact, she even noticed that her ankles were crossed! She tried looking down over her supple breasts and could just see her bare feet at the other end of her body. The strange thing was, that she knew that the body she saw was her’s, but she couldn’t move a single muscle to prove that it WAS her’s!
“We have complete control of your muscular functions...”
There was a pause, as though the person was reading from a medical chart.
“...Rose.”
The voice sounded extremely gender neutral and methodical.
“Who is that? Who are you?” She fought to keep her voice at a normal level of volume and pitch. “Show yourself...!” There was another pause in the conversation.
“We... are from a different... solar system from yours, on the other end of the galaxy. It would do you no good to know exactly... where.
“What do you want?”
“Finally, an intelligible inquiry ... We are studying a form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object or body part.”
“A fetish, you mean.”
“Yes, and you have a very strong one.”
Rose blushed hard, tried again to move, but could not.
“We have nothing like your sexual proclivities where we come from.”
“How sad for you, now let me up!”
“We acquire knowledge by observation in order to gain information...”
It was like trying to talk to a brick wall, but she just had to ask.
“And exactly what fetish are we talking about?”
She closed her eyes very hard and tried to clear her mind of all thoughts.
“TICKLE FETISH”
The answer pounded in her ears and for the first time she felt... exposed and panicky.
The aliens dimly appeared around the examination table where she lay, just within her ability to perceive them. All else in the room, say within 10 feet of her was totally dark. There were three aliens. They were short, about 5 feet tall... no distinguishing features. Egg shaped heads, large eyes with no whites. silver-ish in color… stereotypical really she surmised, for aliens. Maybe she was still dreaming.
“We will now touch you lightly in a way that will cause an involuntary sensation on the skin that will make you to want to scratch and illicit a spontaneous sound indicative of amusement and mirth.”
“Huh huh… sure… You guys need to work on your tickle talk just a bit.”
The three aliens looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
It was kinda reminiscent of E.T. reaching out with a finger to cure Elliott’s ouchie. Rose watched as the finger came closer to her right armpit. She fought to move her arm down, but it wouldn’t budge. The fingertip lightly traced an invisible line into her exposed armpit. Rose flinched and bit her bottom lip, trying not to giggle.
“Now boy’s, that isn’t going to do… *giggle* you… *throat clearing noise* any good… hehe…”
Only the other aliens could detect with glee and satisfaction, the positive response to each other, as their faces were incapable of expressing emotion.
“This subject seems to be quite particularly… ticklish. Yes… without question. We will certainly have an excellent test result with is one.”
They all nodded to one another in agreement.
The instigator then began to wiggle all six fingers into Rose’s armpit. She quickly broke down and began to laugh freely, flailing her head from side to side. The rest of her body remained perfectly still and yet, responsive.
“NO!!! HAHAHA!!! STOP!!! HAHAHA!!!!”
He then walked behind her, to the head of the table, and reached out with both arms, poised to tickle both armpits simultaneously. This he did and the reaction was sudden and dramatic. Rose laughed and giggled in turns, unable to control any aspect of the imposed tickle torture. When he decided that he could not extract any greater amount of laughter, he slowly moved his fingertips further down the sides of her body… carefully kneading the muscles of her ribcage… the laughter seemed to renew itself with fresh vigor.
“HAHA! HAHA… YOU HAVE TO HAHAHA!!! STOP!!!! HAHAHA!!!”
When a particularly ticklish spot was found, the alien lingered there, coaxing out as much laughter as was possible. After a while, the area would grow ‘stale’ and he would simply move on to a different ticklish location on her body. He was squeezing her thighs now. Rose’s eyes began to moisten as the sound of her laughter filled the dark void. The second alien who was taking notes up to this point, walked over to the head of the table, put his notepad down and picked up a long, stiff feather from a drawer inside the examination table. The first alien at this time, was teasing her inner thighs with his probing fingertips.
The second alien swished the feather back and forth, into her armpits. Her eyes widened, yet the laughter never abated. She was caught in a laughing jag. The third alien did note however the difference in using the feather for ticking.
“Interesting… the application of the avifauna’s plumage seems to be eliciting a slightly different stimulus towards the test subject. Could this be the sexual element emerging? The first alien momentarily stopped the thigh tickling and looked up at his comrades.”
“Quite possibly… we should explore this… see if you can induce a sexual response…”
It took Rose several minutes to recover from the primary ticklish onslaught, but gradually guffaws subsided down to moments of rambling laughter, then finally down to the occasional giggle. It was then that the second alien brought the feather back into play. He swished it slowly over her right breast. She giggled and feigned objection.
“Hehe… ah… Mmmm… it tickles… haha…. it feels… nice.”
The alien moved the feather slowly, purposefully around the edges of her breast. Keeping in constant contact and circling it in towards the center. Rose began to giggle and coo with delight. The feather’s tip traced her areola. She wanted to arch her back, to have the feather envelope her nipple… if he only knew what this feather teasing was doing to her. Damn… The feather’s barbules grazed her nipple. She emitted a guttural moan as her nipple became erect and pushed back against the feather’s tip. He made little coaxing motions along the sides, causing her nipple to immediately swell harder and harder, poking out in-between the barbules with each pass. It happened so fast… She wanted… needed him to suckle her, to bite them…
“There is a tumescence down here as well.” The first alien said. “Around the…labia minora. The third alien made a notation on his writing pad and reminded his comrades about the goal of the mission: “We want to explore this… tickle fetish… maybe we should continue with the original tickling/ laugher response and see if we can control the subject into merging the two similar responses…”
All the aliens nodded again in agreement. The third alien put down his writer and walked over to her bare feet that were still crossed. He took a fingertip and slowly placed it on her heel. Then he made a slow motion with it towards her toes, staying inn the middle of her sole. It was like an electric shock that raced up her back from her feet. Rose clamped her lips together. But it was no use as giggles started to escape from her mouth as the alien’s fingertip retraced its step, back to her heel. This was one of her worst places to be tickled and she had done it to herself. Damn all the ritual bedtime preening! Slow spider like tickles crisscrossed over a sole that she could not even flex or bend. It was maddening. Rose grew more and more hysterical with laughter as nibble fingers scratched and skitter along pristine skin. The thing was thought, it was like he was tickling her in slow motion. They all were. Most guys tickled fast thinking that was key. She soon discovered otherwise.
Then the alien at the head joined back in, slowly wiggling his fingertips into her armpits and her sides. Rose was completely thrown off, torn, conflicted… All she could do was laugh and fight for breath.
“WAH HA HA HA!!!”
It seemed to go on for hours…
The alien at her feet turned a knob on something that looked like a television remote. Rose could feel her toes start to spread apart. She clenched her foot… tried to clench her foot…but to no avail… The alien ran a feather in-betteen the fanned out toes… tickling spaces that were always protected before. Rose went ballistic and her face became very red and flushed. She was starting to fall into silent laughter now.
The second alien, the one manning the middle of her body, pulled out a clear cup about the size and shape of an old computer mouse. This he placed over her labia minora. He pressed a button on his remote and the plastic thing began to adhere on to her skin, sucking harder and harder. It was pulling on her privates. Her inner lips parted… It felt… like a lover going down on her. Her clitoris was involuntarily becoming more and more engorged as it poked out from its protective hood… She began to moan with pleasure… then with urgency as the suction began to consume her attention. The other aliens continued tickling nevertheless, it was just that her vagina ‘screamed’ louder as the feeling of orgasm loomed larger and larger. Just then, the suction became neutral again… and the extremity took over one again. This was crazy. Rose was being thrown back and forth, teetering on a swing of pleasure. Laughing and moaning. Crying for release. Giggling at the ticklish sensation.
The two types of tickle finally merged and ensconced her tickle fetish for all time. The climax was quite literal. The alien in the middle resumed with the suction cup, the negative air pressure tugging and teasing at all her private parts… just then a thin tube emerged. No, it was more like a party tickler that children played with a parties. You know, you blow through it an it unravels and there is usually a feather at the end which waves and shakes as the air passes through… Well, that’s what this was. The tube inside the suction cup unraveled, towards her aching clitoris… and on the end was a group of tiny pin feathers. These rested against her private nub… and buzzed and tickled vehemently. Her whole body began to shudder… as the pin feathers nuzzled and teased her throbbing clitoris…So wet…
“SHIT… OH FUCK… I’M GONNA CUM!”
The aliens measured the orgasm, which lasted 20 seconds the first time. A reflective time of one second followed by another orgasm of 25 seconds… Rose shuttered and spasmed for another 5 minutes. Drenched feathers retracted back into the tube. She finally stopped laughing and giggling several minutes after that…
Her body was totally spent as she drifted off to sleep.
The alien awoke the next morning. He had had another sexual ‘accident’ during the night. Genital Flerbal everywhere… Boy, his mom was going to be pissed.
Rose ran her index finger down the middle of own sole. She flinched. A girl can dream, can’t she? She finally climbed into bed for the night and pulled the covers up to her chin. The blanket was soft and warm. She rubbed her naked feet together under the covers. She practically cooed. So soft... and sensitive. Rose smiled and slowly lost consciousness as she drifted off to sleep.
“Rose...”
It was as a voice that was calling to her from far away, yet it was very soft in her mind.
“Rose... we need you in a particular condition of consciousness.”
“Mmmm? Mommy?”
Her eyelids groggily fluttered open. But there was nothing to see. See wanted to rub the sleep from her eyes, yet... she couldn’t. It felt like she had slept funny and both her arms were “asleep”. Then she noticed that the covers were gone and that she was completely naked. (Not that this was totally unusual, sometimes she did sleep in the nude.) She tried to get up, but her balance was all wrong. Rose felt her fingers wiggling behind her head. They were interlaced together as though she were relaxing in a hammock. In fact, she even noticed that her ankles were crossed! She tried looking down over her supple breasts and could just see her bare feet at the other end of her body. The strange thing was, that she knew that the body she saw was her’s, but she couldn’t move a single muscle to prove that it WAS her’s!
“We have complete control of your muscular functions...”
There was a pause, as though the person was reading from a medical chart.
“...Rose.”
The voice sounded extremely gender neutral and methodical.
“Who is that? Who are you?” She fought to keep her voice at a normal level of volume and pitch. “Show yourself...!” There was another pause in the conversation.
“We... are from a different... solar system from yours, on the other end of the galaxy. It would do you no good to know exactly... where.
“What do you want?”
“Finally, an intelligible inquiry ... We are studying a form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object or body part.”
“A fetish, you mean.”
“Yes, and you have a very strong one.”
Rose blushed hard, tried again to move, but could not.
“We have nothing like your sexual proclivities where we come from.”
“How sad for you, now let me up!”
“We acquire knowledge by observation in order to gain information...”
It was like trying to talk to a brick wall, but she just had to ask.
“And exactly what fetish are we talking about?”
She closed her eyes very hard and tried to clear her mind of all thoughts.
“TICKLE FETISH”
The answer pounded in her ears and for the first time she felt... exposed and panicky.
The aliens dimly appeared around the examination table where she lay, just within her ability to perceive them. All else in the room, say within 10 feet of her was totally dark. There were three aliens. They were short, about 5 feet tall... no distinguishing features. Egg shaped heads, large eyes with no whites. silver-ish in color… stereotypical really she surmised, for aliens. Maybe she was still dreaming.
“We will now touch you lightly in a way that will cause an involuntary sensation on the skin that will make you to want to scratch and illicit a spontaneous sound indicative of amusement and mirth.”
“Huh huh… sure… You guys need to work on your tickle talk just a bit.”
The three aliens looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
It was kinda reminiscent of E.T. reaching out with a finger to cure Elliott’s ouchie. Rose watched as the finger came closer to her right armpit. She fought to move her arm down, but it wouldn’t budge. The fingertip lightly traced an invisible line into her exposed armpit. Rose flinched and bit her bottom lip, trying not to giggle.
“Now boy’s, that isn’t going to do… *giggle* you… *throat clearing noise* any good… hehe…”
Only the other aliens could detect with glee and satisfaction, the positive response to each other, as their faces were incapable of expressing emotion.
“This subject seems to be quite particularly… ticklish. Yes… without question. We will certainly have an excellent test result with is one.”
They all nodded to one another in agreement.
The instigator then began to wiggle all six fingers into Rose’s armpit. She quickly broke down and began to laugh freely, flailing her head from side to side. The rest of her body remained perfectly still and yet, responsive.
“NO!!! HAHAHA!!! STOP!!! HAHAHA!!!!”
He then walked behind her, to the head of the table, and reached out with both arms, poised to tickle both armpits simultaneously. This he did and the reaction was sudden and dramatic. Rose laughed and giggled in turns, unable to control any aspect of the imposed tickle torture. When he decided that he could not extract any greater amount of laughter, he slowly moved his fingertips further down the sides of her body… carefully kneading the muscles of her ribcage… the laughter seemed to renew itself with fresh vigor.
“HAHA! HAHA… YOU HAVE TO HAHAHA!!! STOP!!!! HAHAHA!!!”
When a particularly ticklish spot was found, the alien lingered there, coaxing out as much laughter as was possible. After a while, the area would grow ‘stale’ and he would simply move on to a different ticklish location on her body. He was squeezing her thighs now. Rose’s eyes began to moisten as the sound of her laughter filled the dark void. The second alien who was taking notes up to this point, walked over to the head of the table, put his notepad down and picked up a long, stiff feather from a drawer inside the examination table. The first alien at this time, was teasing her inner thighs with his probing fingertips.
The second alien swished the feather back and forth, into her armpits. Her eyes widened, yet the laughter never abated. She was caught in a laughing jag. The third alien did note however the difference in using the feather for ticking.
“Interesting… the application of the avifauna’s plumage seems to be eliciting a slightly different stimulus towards the test subject. Could this be the sexual element emerging? The first alien momentarily stopped the thigh tickling and looked up at his comrades.”
“Quite possibly… we should explore this… see if you can induce a sexual response…”
It took Rose several minutes to recover from the primary ticklish onslaught, but gradually guffaws subsided down to moments of rambling laughter, then finally down to the occasional giggle. It was then that the second alien brought the feather back into play. He swished it slowly over her right breast. She giggled and feigned objection.
“Hehe… ah… Mmmm… it tickles… haha…. it feels… nice.”
The alien moved the feather slowly, purposefully around the edges of her breast. Keeping in constant contact and circling it in towards the center. Rose began to giggle and coo with delight. The feather’s tip traced her areola. She wanted to arch her back, to have the feather envelope her nipple… if he only knew what this feather teasing was doing to her. Damn… The feather’s barbules grazed her nipple. She emitted a guttural moan as her nipple became erect and pushed back against the feather’s tip. He made little coaxing motions along the sides, causing her nipple to immediately swell harder and harder, poking out in-between the barbules with each pass. It happened so fast… She wanted… needed him to suckle her, to bite them…
“There is a tumescence down here as well.” The first alien said. “Around the…labia minora. The third alien made a notation on his writing pad and reminded his comrades about the goal of the mission: “We want to explore this… tickle fetish… maybe we should continue with the original tickling/ laugher response and see if we can control the subject into merging the two similar responses…”
All the aliens nodded again in agreement. The third alien put down his writer and walked over to her bare feet that were still crossed. He took a fingertip and slowly placed it on her heel. Then he made a slow motion with it towards her toes, staying inn the middle of her sole. It was like an electric shock that raced up her back from her feet. Rose clamped her lips together. But it was no use as giggles started to escape from her mouth as the alien’s fingertip retraced its step, back to her heel. This was one of her worst places to be tickled and she had done it to herself. Damn all the ritual bedtime preening! Slow spider like tickles crisscrossed over a sole that she could not even flex or bend. It was maddening. Rose grew more and more hysterical with laughter as nibble fingers scratched and skitter along pristine skin. The thing was thought, it was like he was tickling her in slow motion. They all were. Most guys tickled fast thinking that was key. She soon discovered otherwise.
Then the alien at the head joined back in, slowly wiggling his fingertips into her armpits and her sides. Rose was completely thrown off, torn, conflicted… All she could do was laugh and fight for breath.
“WAH HA HA HA!!!”
It seemed to go on for hours…
The alien at her feet turned a knob on something that looked like a television remote. Rose could feel her toes start to spread apart. She clenched her foot… tried to clench her foot…but to no avail… The alien ran a feather in-betteen the fanned out toes… tickling spaces that were always protected before. Rose went ballistic and her face became very red and flushed. She was starting to fall into silent laughter now.
The second alien, the one manning the middle of her body, pulled out a clear cup about the size and shape of an old computer mouse. This he placed over her labia minora. He pressed a button on his remote and the plastic thing began to adhere on to her skin, sucking harder and harder. It was pulling on her privates. Her inner lips parted… It felt… like a lover going down on her. Her clitoris was involuntarily becoming more and more engorged as it poked out from its protective hood… She began to moan with pleasure… then with urgency as the suction began to consume her attention. The other aliens continued tickling nevertheless, it was just that her vagina ‘screamed’ louder as the feeling of orgasm loomed larger and larger. Just then, the suction became neutral again… and the extremity took over one again. This was crazy. Rose was being thrown back and forth, teetering on a swing of pleasure. Laughing and moaning. Crying for release. Giggling at the ticklish sensation.
The two types of tickle finally merged and ensconced her tickle fetish for all time. The climax was quite literal. The alien in the middle resumed with the suction cup, the negative air pressure tugging and teasing at all her private parts… just then a thin tube emerged. No, it was more like a party tickler that children played with a parties. You know, you blow through it an it unravels and there is usually a feather at the end which waves and shakes as the air passes through… Well, that’s what this was. The tube inside the suction cup unraveled, towards her aching clitoris… and on the end was a group of tiny pin feathers. These rested against her private nub… and buzzed and tickled vehemently. Her whole body began to shudder… as the pin feathers nuzzled and teased her throbbing clitoris…So wet…
“SHIT… OH FUCK… I’M GONNA CUM!”
The aliens measured the orgasm, which lasted 20 seconds the first time. A reflective time of one second followed by another orgasm of 25 seconds… Rose shuttered and spasmed for another 5 minutes. Drenched feathers retracted back into the tube. She finally stopped laughing and giggling several minutes after that…
Her body was totally spent as she drifted off to sleep.
The alien awoke the next morning. He had had another sexual ‘accident’ during the night. Genital Flerbal everywhere… Boy, his mom was going to be pissed.
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