“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 slave and I may go easy on you. Refuse and you will never escape never be freed from my dancing feather.” Up and down up and down occasionally making tiny delicate circles with the tip. I reach out with one hand and firmly begin massaging her right breast