BigNorm
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with permission, this is a story involving a member of TT. read and try to guess who it is. whoever guesses correctly, wins a sticker, or a virtualhug. your pic. also, when writing this, i had the option of letting the TT member who i wrote this about guess who the other person is, it can be whomever he/she chooses, and has the choice of letting everyone know who that person is, or to be mean and keep it a secret 😛
so please enjoy and lemme know whatcha think. i really do run on prasie and critisism.
The Feather's Touch
She giggled inwardly, with a smile on her face as he brought her into the bedroom, where standing at the foot of the bed, a pair of sturdy wooden ankle stocks awaiting her. A pair of fuzzy shackles were attached to the headboard, a small table next to the stocks, covered with all kinds of tools and devices of pleasure including feathers, electric toothbrushes, pinwheels, hairbrushes, and baby oils. Joy filled her eyes as she looked lovingly into his eyes, silently thanking him for the gift.
Her heart starting to race with anticipation, he placed her gently on the bed, moving his hands down her legs, he placed her ankles into the gaping jaws of the stocks, closing them down, trapping her ankles. She closed her eyes briefly at the sound of the *snick* of the lock trapping her to her fate. He moved up, looking into her eyes, clearly as excited as she was as he traced his hands along her arms towards the shackles, causing her to giggle a bit. With both wrists firmly secured she could hardly move, except to buck, which was allowed, of course, but all in all, she was comfortable, and bursting with joy.
Taking one last glance into her eyes, he smiled, silenty thanking her for this oppurtinity, which she seemed to reply by nodding her head, giving him the go ahead. He moved to the end of the stocks, and sat at a stool positioned in front of her feet. He slowly and deliberately removed her boots and socks, tossing them aside, sniffing her feet, getting a whiff of her fragarance as she smiled more, loving the feeling of the fresh air kissing her now bare soles. He carefully took each toe, and taking some string, gently tied each perfect toe to the stocks, so she couldn't move her feet at all, leaving her soles stretched out, accepting him to take advantage. She closed her eyes in anticipation, breathing deeply, preparing her lungs for the workout.
Taking 2 of his favorite feathers, he touched the tips of her big toes with them, and suddenly dragged them down to her heels and back again, repeating the process. She unleashed a flurry of giggles, shaking her head back and forth at the feather's touch. Moving the feather up to her toes, he teased them, stroked the curls of her toes and sawing the feathers in between them, like a bedroom lumberjack. She unleashed a torrent of giggles, rocking her head back and forth, while floating on cloud 9. Taking the hairbrush in hand, he drew circles around the balls of her feet with the quill of one feather, while raking the hairbrush up and down her opposite sole, making sure to spend plenty of time on her arch.
Now howling with laughter, she thrashed her head around, having a blast. the teasing of her feet was making her stomach fill with fluttering butterflies. Her toes instinctively tried to curl, to provide shelter of her tickled soles, a bird protecting her chicks under her wing. But no protection came, like a bird's chicks, her soles were defenceless, made prey by the brush and the feather. Yet Instead of wishing it all to end, she begged for it to never end, gloried as her helpless arches were raked by the emotionless hairbrush. Switching to the duel pinwheels, he rolled them across her arches and toes, making her stifle a scream, but laugh like an insane woman. she stopped her reflexes of trying to escape and tried as she could to stretch her toes back to make it tickle her more, Like sacrificing her virgin soles to the god of tickle torture. She thought surely this must be heaven. After sometime with the pinwheels, even switching back to the feathers and brushes for varied effect.
He picked up 2 sonicare electric toothbrushes, switching them on and looking at her face, seeing the expression of shock on her face, he smiled deeply as he applied them to her toes, watching as her expression changed in an instant as she howled with laughter, then going into silent laughter as the sonicares kissed her outstretched arches. She reacted by stretching her toes back, as silence filled the room, save for the wirring of the brushes and the sound of her bucking up and down. After a few minutes he stopped, rubbing the tingling tickling sensations out of her feet as she caught her breath. He lathered her soles with baby oil, and after closing the bottle, suddenly started raking her soles with his fingers, alternating from torturing her toes and the balls of her feet, to tormenting her heels and arches.
She screamed and laughed and shook. Her body almost went into orbit as she bucked up and down making the bed and stocks squeek loudly, only to be drowned out by her tortured laughter. He raked his fingers even faster now, using his fingernails and moving as fast as he could, she almost went into silent laughter, but after a big gasp of breath, she screamed, a joyous screamed. His heart filled with joy as she screamed her thanks, trying hard to explain it was the best gift ever.
After a short time he stopped, let her catch her breathe and washed the oil off her soles. He let her drink some water then went into the kitchen. She was curious until he came back, arms laden with goodies as her eyes were aglow, almost crying again as she thanked for such a great time, and yet more to come. He placed the warm fudge, can of whipped cream, and jar of cherries under her feet, spreading out a plastic baggie under her feet, to avoid a mess. He dribbled the warm fudge over all of her toes, not stopping till it covered her soles completely.
She layed her head back, loving the feel of the fudge of her feet as he topped each toe with whipped cream, and squirted the cream in between each toe, making her squirm a bit each time. As for the cherry on top of all of it, he placed a cherry atop each toe on the whipped cream. He licked his lips, and looked at her as she licked her lips aswell, and they both laughed in unison. But she continued laughing as he closed his mouth over her pinky toe and sucked her toe till it was cleaning, taking the whipped cream and cherry in one mouthful, but had a hard time deciding which tasted better, he toes or the sweet treat. Her giggles turned into laughter as one by one, her cleaned each toe towards her big toes, then contiued across to the toes on her other foot. Finishing her toes, he licked with an exploratory tongue under her toes and between them, cleaning her toes, not stopping till all he could see was glistening skin, as she howled in laughter.
Starting with her heels, he licked up the tasty fudge, moving past her arches and across the balls of her feet till her feet were spotless, then licked some more for the heck of it as she laughed hard, bucking against her bonds, and let out short screams when his tongue caressed her arches. Her nerves on fire, she was a slave for him to tease and tickle and she wouldn't have it any other way, her body screamed for it to stop, but her mind pleaded for more, almost suggesting he have Thanksgiving dinner of her feet, anything to make it continue.
After he was finished, he kissed her soles and toes for a good 5 minutes, thanking her the best he could as she caught her breath, her feet humming with the feeling of his lips kissing her feet. Cleaning off her feet once more, he let her rest fully and drink as they sat and layed in silence, looking into each other eyes clearly having such a great time. He moved up the her tummy and she looked at him, he eyes asking what could be next.
" A Feather's touch." he replied softly.
so please enjoy and lemme know whatcha think. i really do run on prasie and critisism.
The Feather's Touch
She giggled inwardly, with a smile on her face as he brought her into the bedroom, where standing at the foot of the bed, a pair of sturdy wooden ankle stocks awaiting her. A pair of fuzzy shackles were attached to the headboard, a small table next to the stocks, covered with all kinds of tools and devices of pleasure including feathers, electric toothbrushes, pinwheels, hairbrushes, and baby oils. Joy filled her eyes as she looked lovingly into his eyes, silently thanking him for the gift.
Her heart starting to race with anticipation, he placed her gently on the bed, moving his hands down her legs, he placed her ankles into the gaping jaws of the stocks, closing them down, trapping her ankles. She closed her eyes briefly at the sound of the *snick* of the lock trapping her to her fate. He moved up, looking into her eyes, clearly as excited as she was as he traced his hands along her arms towards the shackles, causing her to giggle a bit. With both wrists firmly secured she could hardly move, except to buck, which was allowed, of course, but all in all, she was comfortable, and bursting with joy.
Taking one last glance into her eyes, he smiled, silenty thanking her for this oppurtinity, which she seemed to reply by nodding her head, giving him the go ahead. He moved to the end of the stocks, and sat at a stool positioned in front of her feet. He slowly and deliberately removed her boots and socks, tossing them aside, sniffing her feet, getting a whiff of her fragarance as she smiled more, loving the feeling of the fresh air kissing her now bare soles. He carefully took each toe, and taking some string, gently tied each perfect toe to the stocks, so she couldn't move her feet at all, leaving her soles stretched out, accepting him to take advantage. She closed her eyes in anticipation, breathing deeply, preparing her lungs for the workout.
Taking 2 of his favorite feathers, he touched the tips of her big toes with them, and suddenly dragged them down to her heels and back again, repeating the process. She unleashed a flurry of giggles, shaking her head back and forth at the feather's touch. Moving the feather up to her toes, he teased them, stroked the curls of her toes and sawing the feathers in between them, like a bedroom lumberjack. She unleashed a torrent of giggles, rocking her head back and forth, while floating on cloud 9. Taking the hairbrush in hand, he drew circles around the balls of her feet with the quill of one feather, while raking the hairbrush up and down her opposite sole, making sure to spend plenty of time on her arch.
Now howling with laughter, she thrashed her head around, having a blast. the teasing of her feet was making her stomach fill with fluttering butterflies. Her toes instinctively tried to curl, to provide shelter of her tickled soles, a bird protecting her chicks under her wing. But no protection came, like a bird's chicks, her soles were defenceless, made prey by the brush and the feather. Yet Instead of wishing it all to end, she begged for it to never end, gloried as her helpless arches were raked by the emotionless hairbrush. Switching to the duel pinwheels, he rolled them across her arches and toes, making her stifle a scream, but laugh like an insane woman. she stopped her reflexes of trying to escape and tried as she could to stretch her toes back to make it tickle her more, Like sacrificing her virgin soles to the god of tickle torture. She thought surely this must be heaven. After sometime with the pinwheels, even switching back to the feathers and brushes for varied effect.
He picked up 2 sonicare electric toothbrushes, switching them on and looking at her face, seeing the expression of shock on her face, he smiled deeply as he applied them to her toes, watching as her expression changed in an instant as she howled with laughter, then going into silent laughter as the sonicares kissed her outstretched arches. She reacted by stretching her toes back, as silence filled the room, save for the wirring of the brushes and the sound of her bucking up and down. After a few minutes he stopped, rubbing the tingling tickling sensations out of her feet as she caught her breath. He lathered her soles with baby oil, and after closing the bottle, suddenly started raking her soles with his fingers, alternating from torturing her toes and the balls of her feet, to tormenting her heels and arches.
She screamed and laughed and shook. Her body almost went into orbit as she bucked up and down making the bed and stocks squeek loudly, only to be drowned out by her tortured laughter. He raked his fingers even faster now, using his fingernails and moving as fast as he could, she almost went into silent laughter, but after a big gasp of breath, she screamed, a joyous screamed. His heart filled with joy as she screamed her thanks, trying hard to explain it was the best gift ever.
After a short time he stopped, let her catch her breathe and washed the oil off her soles. He let her drink some water then went into the kitchen. She was curious until he came back, arms laden with goodies as her eyes were aglow, almost crying again as she thanked for such a great time, and yet more to come. He placed the warm fudge, can of whipped cream, and jar of cherries under her feet, spreading out a plastic baggie under her feet, to avoid a mess. He dribbled the warm fudge over all of her toes, not stopping till it covered her soles completely.
She layed her head back, loving the feel of the fudge of her feet as he topped each toe with whipped cream, and squirted the cream in between each toe, making her squirm a bit each time. As for the cherry on top of all of it, he placed a cherry atop each toe on the whipped cream. He licked his lips, and looked at her as she licked her lips aswell, and they both laughed in unison. But she continued laughing as he closed his mouth over her pinky toe and sucked her toe till it was cleaning, taking the whipped cream and cherry in one mouthful, but had a hard time deciding which tasted better, he toes or the sweet treat. Her giggles turned into laughter as one by one, her cleaned each toe towards her big toes, then contiued across to the toes on her other foot. Finishing her toes, he licked with an exploratory tongue under her toes and between them, cleaning her toes, not stopping till all he could see was glistening skin, as she howled in laughter.
Starting with her heels, he licked up the tasty fudge, moving past her arches and across the balls of her feet till her feet were spotless, then licked some more for the heck of it as she laughed hard, bucking against her bonds, and let out short screams when his tongue caressed her arches. Her nerves on fire, she was a slave for him to tease and tickle and she wouldn't have it any other way, her body screamed for it to stop, but her mind pleaded for more, almost suggesting he have Thanksgiving dinner of her feet, anything to make it continue.
After he was finished, he kissed her soles and toes for a good 5 minutes, thanking her the best he could as she caught her breath, her feet humming with the feeling of his lips kissing her feet. Cleaning off her feet once more, he let her rest fully and drink as they sat and layed in silence, looking into each other eyes clearly having such a great time. He moved up the her tummy and she looked at him, he eyes asking what could be next.
" A Feather's touch." he replied softly.
