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THE TICKLE TOY !
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It all started with an innocent game of bondage between Queenie and her husband Alex.
Alex really enjoyed making love where his orgasm is delayed.
To add to the excitement, Alex asked Queenie to tie him up.
Queenie hesitantly granted his wish.
To her surprise, she increasingly enjoyed tying Alex up and dominating him.
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She came several times during each intercourse, sitting on her man's cock or mouth or rubbing her vagina against his body.
Cunning as she was, she gradually transformed Alex into her sex slave.
More and more often Alex was denied the orgasm, or the orgasm was ruined after endless edging sessions.
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Queenie became more and more adept and fanatical at immobilizing her husband.
The extreme desire for one of the rare orgasms transformed Alex into a real sub.
Queenie bought an adjustable bondage table and stocks, belts, blindfolds, ball and spider gags, soundproof headphones, springs, vibrators, chastity cages, …….
Alex was subjected to longer and longer bondage sessions.
Queenie became more and more inventive and excited.
Sometimes Queenie went shopping in town or out for a drink with girlfriends while Alex was pinned on the bondage table.
She installed a small camera in the room.
When she was in town, she enjoyed watching Alex lie down.
She found it particularly arousing to blindfold Alex, gag and put sound-cancelling headphones on his head.
To make it even more fun, she sometimes secretly sprinkled some itching powder on Alex's body.
Deprived of most senses and totally defenseless, the itch was undiscrabably bad.
Queenie pushed her boundaries more and more.
She often invited friends over for coffee while Alex lay naked and totally helpless on the bondage table a few feet away.
The dynamic of the mistress and her sub became a way of life that both Queenie and Alex really appreciated.
No one was aware of their way of life….
Or so they thought! ……………
One afternoon Queenie went shopping.
When she wanted to pay for a dress in the store, she found that she had forgotten her phone and credit card at home.
She decided to return home.
When she got to the door, she heard female voices laughing as Alex whimpered.
She quietly entered the house.
The sound came from the room where Alex lay.
The room door was ajar.
Alex lay on the bondage table as she had left him.
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Just a slip, in chastity, arms spread open, in almost complete sensory deprivation: ball gag, blindfold, soundproof headphones.
Her daughter, who lived in the city with some friends, stood laughing with them at the bondage table.
Alex seemed to be subjected to the worst tickles.
Queeinie dared not intervene.
She was afraid to face her daughter Amber and her friends no matter how much Alex was suffering so badly.
Once she recovered from the shock, her feeling changed to curiosity and excitement.
This scene, Alex, totally defenseless, tickled to death by 4 young women, exceeded her hottest and wildest fantasies.
Queenie went downstairs unnoticed, took her phone and went to check out what was going on in the bondage room a few blocks away in her car.
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AAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMA AAAAA AAAAA AAAA AAAAA AAAAA EEEEEE MMMAAAA…..
It was a hilarious scene.
Alex was groaning.
Three young women were laughing and tickling Alex's body incessantly.
Amber watched, hands on hips, slightly biting her lower lip in excitement and pleasure.
She burst into loud laughter at the stroke of midnight.
Her three friends tickled Alex with both hands by gently scratching and constantly changing positions.
Spinning around his body, feet, lower legs, knees, abdomen, diaphragm, loins, ribs, armpits were tickled.
Since Amber was convinced that Queenie would be gone for a while, the tickle didn't stop.
Come on Amber, this is so much fun, the friends begged, help us!
However, Amber refused to touch her father.
Take these two feathers, one of Amber's friends encouraged.
Reluctantly, Amber took the feathers.
A sardonic smile appeared on her face.
She hung behind Alex's head.
Hold tight, she ordered.
The young women gasped as Amber began to ravage her father's nostrils.
Wow, this must itch and tickle horribly!
Amber went on for minutes as her friends watched with delight.
Amber was unleashed.
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Come on, ten more minutes of extreme gang tickle torture.
Amber ruthlessly scratched the top and sole of the left foot.
The young women changed position and body zone every half a minute.
In the impossibility of anticipating, reacting and communicating, Alex was completely focused on the tickle.
He suffered terribly.
After 10 minutes, the girls suddenly stopped, leaving Alex completely exhausted and desperate.
Queenie had the tickle , watched to the end.
Her sense of shame had given way to pleasure and gloating.
She felt very hot.
When she was that Amber and her friends were, she hurried home.
Queenie undressed herself and stripped Alex of the ball gag and headphones, and of his briefs and chastity cage.
Please.
never tickle again cried Alex!
Tickling?
Asked Queenie feigning?
I never want to be tickled by a group again.
What torture.
Promise me, never again!
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What are you talking about?
Queenie laughed.
I just got home!
Poor baby, Queenie teased.
I didn't know you fantasized about being tickled tortured, and , by a group of ticklers.
I want nothing more than to realize your dream.
No, Alex begged, don't do that to me!
Alex's voice was muffled as Queenie sat on Alex's mouth with her damp mouse.
Lick and suck, she ordered.
After an intense orgasm, Queenie sat on Alex's penis as she worked her clitoris.
She was never this hot.
I will tickle you to death she said repeatedly.
After a second orgasm, she tickled her husband.
She worked endlessly on his most sensitive spots.
Alex went on a rampage.
AAAAAHAHAHAHA NO PLEASE AAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAASTOPAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA
Lick me, Queenie ordered.
She got excited again and again.
Hmmmmmm, I promise yes Alex, Queenie said, I will tickle you very hard many times in the future.
How about a reward.
For almost a month I denied your orgasm.
Come on, I'll let you empty your balls.
After so much tickling fun, this is the least I can do.
Queenie's bondage passion took on a new dimension.
And when she went shopping or went out with the girlfriends… she kept forgetting to close the back door!
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View attachment 753143
It all started with an innocent game of bondage between Queenie and her husband Alex.
Alex really enjoyed making love where his orgasm is delayed.
To add to the excitement, Alex asked Queenie to tie him up.
Queenie hesitantly granted his wish.
To her surprise, she increasingly enjoyed tying Alex up and dominating him.
View attachment 734137View attachment 741475View attachment 744945
She came several times during each intercourse, sitting on her man's cock or mouth or rubbing her vagina against his body.
Cunning as she was, she gradually transformed Alex into her sex slave.
More and more often Alex was denied the orgasm, or the orgasm was ruined after endless edging sessions.
View attachment 753146
Queenie became more and more adept and fanatical at immobilizing her husband.
The extreme desire for one of the rare orgasms transformed Alex into a real sub.
Queenie bought an adjustable bondage table and stocks, belts, blindfolds, ball and spider gags, soundproof headphones, springs, vibrators, chastity cages, …….
Alex was subjected to longer and longer bondage sessions.
Queenie became more and more inventive and excited.
Sometimes Queenie went shopping in town or out for a drink with girlfriends while Alex was pinned on the bondage table.
She installed a small camera in the room.
When she was in town, she enjoyed watching Alex lie down.
She found it particularly arousing to blindfold Alex, gag and put sound-cancelling headphones on his head.
To make it even more fun, she sometimes secretly sprinkled some itching powder on Alex's body.
Deprived of most senses and totally defenseless, the itch was undiscrabably bad.
Queenie pushed her boundaries more and more.
She often invited friends over for coffee while Alex lay naked and totally helpless on the bondage table a few feet away.
The dynamic of the mistress and her sub became a way of life that both Queenie and Alex really appreciated.
No one was aware of their way of life….
Or so they thought! ……………
One afternoon Queenie went shopping.
When she wanted to pay for a dress in the store, she found that she had forgotten her phone and credit card at home.
She decided to return home.
When she got to the door, she heard female voices laughing as Alex whimpered.
She quietly entered the house.
The sound came from the room where Alex lay.
The room door was ajar.
Alex lay on the bondage table as she had left him.
View attachment 734130View attachment 741476 View attachment 741477
View attachment 744950Just a slip, in chastity, arms spread open, in almost complete sensory deprivation: ball gag, blindfold, soundproof headphones.
Her daughter, who lived in the city with some friends, stood laughing with them at the bondage table.
Alex seemed to be subjected to the worst tickles.
Queeinie dared not intervene.
She was afraid to face her daughter Amber and her friends no matter how much Alex was suffering so badly.
Once she recovered from the shock, her feeling changed to curiosity and excitement.
This scene, Alex, totally defenseless, tickled to death by 4 young women, exceeded her hottest and wildest fantasies.
Queenie went downstairs unnoticed, took her phone and went to check out what was going on in the bondage room a few blocks away in her car.
View attachment 753147 View attachment 753148
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMA AAAAA AAAAA AAAA AAAAA AAAAA EEEEEE MMMAAAA…..
It was a hilarious scene.
Alex was groaning.
Three young women were laughing and tickling Alex's body incessantly.
Amber watched, hands on hips, slightly biting her lower lip in excitement and pleasure.
She burst into loud laughter at the stroke of midnight.
Her three friends tickled Alex with both hands by gently scratching and constantly changing positions.
Spinning around his body, feet, lower legs, knees, abdomen, diaphragm, loins, ribs, armpits were tickled.
Since Amber was convinced that Queenie would be gone for a while, the tickle didn't stop.
Come on Amber, this is so much fun, the friends begged, help us!
However, Amber refused to touch her father.
Take these two feathers, one of Amber's friends encouraged.
Reluctantly, Amber took the feathers.
A sardonic smile appeared on her face.
She hung behind Alex's head.
Hold tight, she ordered.
The young women gasped as Amber began to ravage her father's nostrils.
Wow, this must itch and tickle horribly!
Amber went on for minutes as her friends watched with delight.
Amber was unleashed.
View attachment 734132
Come on, ten more minutes of extreme gang tickle torture.
Amber ruthlessly scratched the top and sole of the left foot.
The young women changed position and body zone every half a minute.
In the impossibility of anticipating, reacting and communicating, Alex was completely focused on the tickle.
He suffered terribly.
After 10 minutes, the girls suddenly stopped, leaving Alex completely exhausted and desperate.
Queenie had the tickle , watched to the end.
Her sense of shame had given way to pleasure and gloating.
She felt very hot.
When she was that Amber and her friends were, she hurried home.
Queenie undressed herself and stripped Alex of the ball gag and headphones, and of his briefs and chastity cage.
Please.
never tickle again cried Alex!
Tickling?
Asked Queenie feigning?
I never want to be tickled by a group again.
What torture.
Promise me, never again!
View attachment 753150
What are you talking about?
Queenie laughed.
I just got home!
Poor baby, Queenie teased.
I didn't know you fantasized about being tickled tortured, and , by a group of ticklers.
I want nothing more than to realize your dream.
No, Alex begged, don't do that to me!
Alex's voice was muffled as Queenie sat on Alex's mouth with her damp mouse.
Lick and suck, she ordered.
After an intense orgasm, Queenie sat on Alex's penis as she worked her clitoris.
She was never this hot.
I will tickle you to death she said repeatedly.
After a second orgasm, she tickled her husband.
She worked endlessly on his most sensitive spots.
Alex went on a rampage.
AAAAAHAHAHAHA NO PLEASE AAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAASTOPAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA
Lick me, Queenie ordered.
She got excited again and again.
Hmmmmmm, I promise yes Alex, Queenie said, I will tickle you very hard many times in the future.
How about a reward.
For almost a month I denied your orgasm.
Come on, I'll let you empty your balls.
After so much tickling fun, this is the least I can do.
Queenie's bondage passion took on a new dimension.
And when she went shopping or went out with the girlfriends… she kept forgetting to close the back door!
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I envy Alex. 
