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3rd Level Violet Feather
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Traces of dusk, musk and the smell of your sweat permeate the room, and the patter of a West Coast rainforest rain taps on the cabin roof, and meanders down the windows.
My eyes are absolutely riveted on you in the flickering lamplight: a five-foot two-inch blonde tight bodied girl tied spread-eagled on my bed. Your squirming is also drawing my attention and I can tell that you are trying every which way to see out of the blindfold and that is almost the icing on the cake. I hear an owl’s shrill cry as it passes overhead, causing you to squirm to writhe even more and I can imagine his shadowy figure perched on the window ledge, overlooking you and ruffling his feathers, as if to present the tools I plan on using on you.
Flashes of incandescent almost starry light trickle down you, as your sweat makes it’s first appearance, and I am delighted to watch as it almost tickles you on its own. You are becoming moist all over, and this is almost surreal. I am also delighted to have the chance to view in person your forest like armpits and womanhood I’ve heard about, not to mention your legs and this has me planning to use some very special techniques, for this type of bodily terrain. Your pearlescent skin is highlighted by more sweat and shadows, as you squirm and look for me. I almost want to remove the blindfold, and see the wondrous fear in your eyes, that I know is there. Your trust, now on the razor’s edge, is a blessing to me personified, as you opened-up to me so easily, and we connected on many levels.
I sit beside you on the bed, and softly imitate the owl’s call, and am delighted as the word “shit” is softly hissed. This is the edge of our beginning, the edge of your fear? and the beginning of the edge of my time with you.
“I love the hair on you,” I whisper, “and I will use it against you. The hair in your armpits looks like two comfy beds for my fingers to nestle into and nestle they will. It is unbuttoning time yet. First though, I’ll get a subtle feel of your armpits, shall I?”
Perhaps it is time.
“I wonder what’s under your undergrowth?” I whisper, letting my fingers skitter meanderingly up and down your forearms. Instantly you flinch, squirm to writhe and now pull on the restraints, and give me a bonus, by arching your back. Your armpit hair is running lush and rampant, and I couldn’t be happier, as my fingers encroach on the first of my target terrains, and I hear a very audible and long hissed “Shit.”
“I’m sorry, was there a no trespassing sign, that I missed? Did it fall at some point, and is now covered by the undergrowth that I so love? Shall I feel around for it, to put it back?”
You are desperately not wanting to give me any sign that you don’t like this, but your reactions are so transparent that I can see everything. The thunder rolls once more and now so does your laughter, in the form of guttural giggles. Your squirming is also more intense as you almost frantically pull at the restraints that hold your arms up high. Your head is continuously moving around, and I can tell that you are now desperately trying to see through any crack the blindfold has. I lightly spider five fingers in your left armpit and instantly you squeal, and I continue tickling. I can feel you straining at the bonds that hold you, arms and legs frantically pulling to be free, desperately trying to lift your body up off the bed. I continue to lightly tickle, and this is driving you insane. Your guttural giggling is now rapidly being replaced by just giggles that are fast becoming continuous, making this a victorious moment for me, and I want to make the most of it and so I just continue.
Your armpit is soft and the whole scene is becoming delicious and is making me even more intent on continuing. I can’t stop now, what with you in full giggle and writhing and so I decide to take things up a little, by letting my right hand’s fingers slide across your neck and this makes you giggle louder than before. My hand continues to slide and now slides into your right armpit and your giggling gets louder again. I let my hand travel over your right breast where I begin lightly pinching your nipple. Again, you burst into giggles immediately afterwards and I am now in heaven. You continue to giggle but I know I must give you a break and so stop I do. You are totally sweating now, taking in as much air as possible and your breathing is slightly laboured. I know that I have you on the ropes if one could call it that, and so I want to remove the blindfold to see if your eyes are scrunched tightly shut. But the urge to keep you in the dark is stronger, and so I leave it on.
“This is only the beginning sweetness, not the end of the beginning, but it could be the beginning of your end. "Just how ticklish are your armpits? Shall I dig in a little deeper into the undergrowth and see if the sign has fallen down further?”
My eyes are absolutely riveted on you in the flickering lamplight: a five-foot two-inch blonde tight bodied girl tied spread-eagled on my bed. Your squirming is also drawing my attention and I can tell that you are trying every which way to see out of the blindfold and that is almost the icing on the cake. I hear an owl’s shrill cry as it passes overhead, causing you to squirm to writhe even more and I can imagine his shadowy figure perched on the window ledge, overlooking you and ruffling his feathers, as if to present the tools I plan on using on you.
Flashes of incandescent almost starry light trickle down you, as your sweat makes it’s first appearance, and I am delighted to watch as it almost tickles you on its own. You are becoming moist all over, and this is almost surreal. I am also delighted to have the chance to view in person your forest like armpits and womanhood I’ve heard about, not to mention your legs and this has me planning to use some very special techniques, for this type of bodily terrain. Your pearlescent skin is highlighted by more sweat and shadows, as you squirm and look for me. I almost want to remove the blindfold, and see the wondrous fear in your eyes, that I know is there. Your trust, now on the razor’s edge, is a blessing to me personified, as you opened-up to me so easily, and we connected on many levels.
I sit beside you on the bed, and softly imitate the owl’s call, and am delighted as the word “shit” is softly hissed. This is the edge of our beginning, the edge of your fear? and the beginning of the edge of my time with you.
“I love the hair on you,” I whisper, “and I will use it against you. The hair in your armpits looks like two comfy beds for my fingers to nestle into and nestle they will. It is unbuttoning time yet. First though, I’ll get a subtle feel of your armpits, shall I?”
Perhaps it is time.
“I wonder what’s under your undergrowth?” I whisper, letting my fingers skitter meanderingly up and down your forearms. Instantly you flinch, squirm to writhe and now pull on the restraints, and give me a bonus, by arching your back. Your armpit hair is running lush and rampant, and I couldn’t be happier, as my fingers encroach on the first of my target terrains, and I hear a very audible and long hissed “Shit.”
“I’m sorry, was there a no trespassing sign, that I missed? Did it fall at some point, and is now covered by the undergrowth that I so love? Shall I feel around for it, to put it back?”
You are desperately not wanting to give me any sign that you don’t like this, but your reactions are so transparent that I can see everything. The thunder rolls once more and now so does your laughter, in the form of guttural giggles. Your squirming is also more intense as you almost frantically pull at the restraints that hold your arms up high. Your head is continuously moving around, and I can tell that you are now desperately trying to see through any crack the blindfold has. I lightly spider five fingers in your left armpit and instantly you squeal, and I continue tickling. I can feel you straining at the bonds that hold you, arms and legs frantically pulling to be free, desperately trying to lift your body up off the bed. I continue to lightly tickle, and this is driving you insane. Your guttural giggling is now rapidly being replaced by just giggles that are fast becoming continuous, making this a victorious moment for me, and I want to make the most of it and so I just continue.
Your armpit is soft and the whole scene is becoming delicious and is making me even more intent on continuing. I can’t stop now, what with you in full giggle and writhing and so I decide to take things up a little, by letting my right hand’s fingers slide across your neck and this makes you giggle louder than before. My hand continues to slide and now slides into your right armpit and your giggling gets louder again. I let my hand travel over your right breast where I begin lightly pinching your nipple. Again, you burst into giggles immediately afterwards and I am now in heaven. You continue to giggle but I know I must give you a break and so stop I do. You are totally sweating now, taking in as much air as possible and your breathing is slightly laboured. I know that I have you on the ropes if one could call it that, and so I want to remove the blindfold to see if your eyes are scrunched tightly shut. But the urge to keep you in the dark is stronger, and so I leave it on.
“This is only the beginning sweetness, not the end of the beginning, but it could be the beginning of your end. "Just how ticklish are your armpits? Shall I dig in a little deeper into the undergrowth and see if the sign has fallen down further?”
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