doubleormoreuk
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A story from the point of view of a feather ticklish mummified ‘Lee...
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I am bound tightly - mummified in Saran Wrap and bondage tape....my bare feet left exposed.
You approach and slowly pull a blindfold over my eyes, which slowly close as you do, and then place headphones over my ears so that My world becomes dark and silent - all my senses focussed on the soles of my bare feet.
After a moment I feel movement near my soles and then a glance of a touch near my toes - I feel something slip between each toe, which flinch sharply due to the sensation, while all the time trying to keep in my laughter.
The sensation between my toes stops ... but then I realise that the soft and delicately drawn material is ribbon that has been skilfully weaved between my toes and now it is being slowly pulled so it tightens and draws each of my toes back until finally they are fully stretched and the ribbon tied in place.
I cannot move an inch ... my bare soles completely taught and already tingling from the cool air.
A few minutes pass ... I am waiting ... I cannot see or hear anything ... I’m expecting the tickling to start any moment - the anticipation is maddening...
Then ... the lightest flick of the tip of a feather just in the middle of the ball of my right foot - I jump!! Then another flick across the middle of my left sole ...
I’m left thinking ... is that one feather or two you have?
Then I feel a feather dragged along the curve of each of my arches ... two feathers .... I begin to breathe heavily.
It begins ... each feather is slowly drawn up and down each of my soles - from toe to heel and back up. The change of direction of the bristles of the feather is unbearable. I cannot hols back the laughter, which now bellies out from me.
You slowly start to ease each feather off centre, still drawing the tip of each one up and down as you move them out to the edge of my soles, just glancing my little toe, which flexes hard against its ties ... I know you will have noticed that and made a note of the reaction.
The sensations are unbearable as you take the feathers, still brushing up and down the entire length of my sole, across towards my arches. Then when you reach my arches, just when I think you are going to take the feathers back across my soles, you stop the tips of the feathers on each arch ... you pause ... I’m waiting for the next agonising move with a nervous laugh filling the gap ... and then you slowly start to circle the tips of the feathers around my arches ... my big toes pull hard on their bonds, but it’s no use ... my arches remain stretched ... only causing a slight crease to them as I try to close up my toes to no use. You simply glide the feathers over the delicate creases, allowing the very tip of each to trace the outlines and into the crevasse.
Round and round the feathers trace ... circle after circle ... ever so slightly smaller and larger each time so that each single nerve in my arches is stimulated and awaiting another pass but is missed only for another next to it to be awoken - I can’t keep a trace of your movements ... each swirl is torture.
The torture stops ... only for a new fear to immediately take hold as I feel the very edge of each feather placed just on the inside of the balls of my feet - just under each of my tied big toes ... I already know what’s coming ...
Time seems to slow as I feel each feather drawn fully along its edge right across the balls of my feet ... I gauge the length of the feathers as being almost perfectly the same width as my feet given that the sensation seems to go on forever as the end of the feathers passes just under each toe until flicked off the edge of the outside of my sole ... I’m screaming with laughter and hardly over the sensation before I feel the feathers placed right at the base of my little toe and the each dragged back across to the inside where they first began but this time right across the base of each toe, which each feel the gentle flick of the tip of the feathers as the graze past ... with each passing flick each toe pulls down on the ribbon only causing a slight movement each time that only results in adding a bit more grip on the feather as it glides along on its journey. The laughter is as relentless as the tickling sensations filling my body.
A few more passes of the feathers each way and I am slowly going insane with the feeling. Then ... another pause ... I grab a breath. I try to anticipate your next move ... I should have known ...
I feel a sensation similar to when the ribbon was placed to bind my toes and leave my soles helpless ... I now know that each feather is being hovered between my little toe and the next ... my worst nightmare... you remembered the reaction of your earlier flick to that area, but this time you will not leave it to pass.
I feel the purest of electrified ticklish rushes as you drag the feather slowly between the toes, and then immediately lift at the last stroke - I feel the breeze as you lift the feathers up and back to their original starting place, and then - another seismic rush of sensation as the feathers are pulled back through and I roar with laughter. That is just the start ... as you proceed to dance the feathers between the gaps between each toe ... the pattern changing with each feather on each foot ... my toes pulling hard but to no avail ... you tease at will between my toes.
It had already seemed like a lifetime ... but it was only the start ... my senses are engulfed with the most intense tickling sensations, the room filled with laughter, as you take the feathers in different patterns up and down my soles ... across - side to side - then back ... then you trigger new sensations by swirling the feathers around my heels and around the backs of them up the outside top of my bare feet just grazing the ankle before diving across the tops of my feet and taking them back underneath to my tingling soles before splitting each feather out on its own journey, each using a different technique - rolling around the middle of my sole on one foot, sliding across the toes on the other, then crisscrossing the balls of my feet before going back to long drawn out drags of the feather tips up and down my soles ...
And it continues for hours, and my world slowly becomes the pure tickling sensations being felt through my helpless soles ...
......................
I am bound tightly - mummified in Saran Wrap and bondage tape....my bare feet left exposed.
You approach and slowly pull a blindfold over my eyes, which slowly close as you do, and then place headphones over my ears so that My world becomes dark and silent - all my senses focussed on the soles of my bare feet.
After a moment I feel movement near my soles and then a glance of a touch near my toes - I feel something slip between each toe, which flinch sharply due to the sensation, while all the time trying to keep in my laughter.
The sensation between my toes stops ... but then I realise that the soft and delicately drawn material is ribbon that has been skilfully weaved between my toes and now it is being slowly pulled so it tightens and draws each of my toes back until finally they are fully stretched and the ribbon tied in place.
I cannot move an inch ... my bare soles completely taught and already tingling from the cool air.
A few minutes pass ... I am waiting ... I cannot see or hear anything ... I’m expecting the tickling to start any moment - the anticipation is maddening...
Then ... the lightest flick of the tip of a feather just in the middle of the ball of my right foot - I jump!! Then another flick across the middle of my left sole ...
I’m left thinking ... is that one feather or two you have?
Then I feel a feather dragged along the curve of each of my arches ... two feathers .... I begin to breathe heavily.
It begins ... each feather is slowly drawn up and down each of my soles - from toe to heel and back up. The change of direction of the bristles of the feather is unbearable. I cannot hols back the laughter, which now bellies out from me.
You slowly start to ease each feather off centre, still drawing the tip of each one up and down as you move them out to the edge of my soles, just glancing my little toe, which flexes hard against its ties ... I know you will have noticed that and made a note of the reaction.
The sensations are unbearable as you take the feathers, still brushing up and down the entire length of my sole, across towards my arches. Then when you reach my arches, just when I think you are going to take the feathers back across my soles, you stop the tips of the feathers on each arch ... you pause ... I’m waiting for the next agonising move with a nervous laugh filling the gap ... and then you slowly start to circle the tips of the feathers around my arches ... my big toes pull hard on their bonds, but it’s no use ... my arches remain stretched ... only causing a slight crease to them as I try to close up my toes to no use. You simply glide the feathers over the delicate creases, allowing the very tip of each to trace the outlines and into the crevasse.
Round and round the feathers trace ... circle after circle ... ever so slightly smaller and larger each time so that each single nerve in my arches is stimulated and awaiting another pass but is missed only for another next to it to be awoken - I can’t keep a trace of your movements ... each swirl is torture.
The torture stops ... only for a new fear to immediately take hold as I feel the very edge of each feather placed just on the inside of the balls of my feet - just under each of my tied big toes ... I already know what’s coming ...
Time seems to slow as I feel each feather drawn fully along its edge right across the balls of my feet ... I gauge the length of the feathers as being almost perfectly the same width as my feet given that the sensation seems to go on forever as the end of the feathers passes just under each toe until flicked off the edge of the outside of my sole ... I’m screaming with laughter and hardly over the sensation before I feel the feathers placed right at the base of my little toe and the each dragged back across to the inside where they first began but this time right across the base of each toe, which each feel the gentle flick of the tip of the feathers as the graze past ... with each passing flick each toe pulls down on the ribbon only causing a slight movement each time that only results in adding a bit more grip on the feather as it glides along on its journey. The laughter is as relentless as the tickling sensations filling my body.
A few more passes of the feathers each way and I am slowly going insane with the feeling. Then ... another pause ... I grab a breath. I try to anticipate your next move ... I should have known ...
I feel a sensation similar to when the ribbon was placed to bind my toes and leave my soles helpless ... I now know that each feather is being hovered between my little toe and the next ... my worst nightmare... you remembered the reaction of your earlier flick to that area, but this time you will not leave it to pass.
I feel the purest of electrified ticklish rushes as you drag the feather slowly between the toes, and then immediately lift at the last stroke - I feel the breeze as you lift the feathers up and back to their original starting place, and then - another seismic rush of sensation as the feathers are pulled back through and I roar with laughter. That is just the start ... as you proceed to dance the feathers between the gaps between each toe ... the pattern changing with each feather on each foot ... my toes pulling hard but to no avail ... you tease at will between my toes.
It had already seemed like a lifetime ... but it was only the start ... my senses are engulfed with the most intense tickling sensations, the room filled with laughter, as you take the feathers in different patterns up and down my soles ... across - side to side - then back ... then you trigger new sensations by swirling the feathers around my heels and around the backs of them up the outside top of my bare feet just grazing the ankle before diving across the tops of my feet and taking them back underneath to my tingling soles before splitting each feather out on its own journey, each using a different technique - rolling around the middle of my sole on one foot, sliding across the toes on the other, then crisscrossing the balls of my feet before going back to long drawn out drags of the feather tips up and down my soles ...
And it continues for hours, and my world slowly becomes the pure tickling sensations being felt through my helpless soles ...
