ticklishscribe
3rd Level Violet Feather
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Poor Mz. Chaos... I have her tied spreadeagled on her king sized bed in her mountain retreat and I am all set to tickle the friggin' cackles, laughs and writhings out of her.
Slowly and methodically surveying her all over, I sensually eye those those deliciously and sumptuously soft helpless 10 and a 1/2 inch long size 11's of hers, taking in every square inch of her 42 square inch soles. (84 sq in for both feet) Only to her, knowing that I am going to tickle them, they now seem like 42 square acres. My first tool from my tickle trunk is my silver stiff feather, which I sight and eye very carefully and intently while adjusting its soft tendrils to get maximum reactions from her. Then slowly, sensuously and oh so torturously I stroke its sumptuously soft tendrils up the centre line of her left sole from heel to toes. I just as sensuously and oh so torturously top this off by going from side to side under her toes, then finishing with a quick swoosh across the tips of them. Watching her squirm, to writhe and giggle to cackle, I deliciously repeat the stroke over and over, following her helpless foot with an effortless exquisiteness.
After a while and having learned a copius amount of ticklish information from this now frenzied left foot, I take great and fiendish delight in planning the tickles on her right foot. But first and to really get her in the mood, I slowly and methodically take out each tickle tool from my box and lay them on the bedside table for her to look at. As with my silver feather, I would sight and eye all of my feathers and adjust the tendrils on them if need be, all the while teasing her with little snipits of the tickles I have planned for her entire taughtly tied five foot ten inch frame.
Finally, and to really enhance her reactions, I would slowly slip a blindfold, ( in my case I have a ski mask which I have painted the lens black), over her eyes.
Now the tickles would begin in earnest...
Slowly and methodically surveying her all over, I sensually eye those those deliciously and sumptuously soft helpless 10 and a 1/2 inch long size 11's of hers, taking in every square inch of her 42 square inch soles. (84 sq in for both feet) Only to her, knowing that I am going to tickle them, they now seem like 42 square acres. My first tool from my tickle trunk is my silver stiff feather, which I sight and eye very carefully and intently while adjusting its soft tendrils to get maximum reactions from her. Then slowly, sensuously and oh so torturously I stroke its sumptuously soft tendrils up the centre line of her left sole from heel to toes. I just as sensuously and oh so torturously top this off by going from side to side under her toes, then finishing with a quick swoosh across the tips of them. Watching her squirm, to writhe and giggle to cackle, I deliciously repeat the stroke over and over, following her helpless foot with an effortless exquisiteness.
After a while and having learned a copius amount of ticklish information from this now frenzied left foot, I take great and fiendish delight in planning the tickles on her right foot. But first and to really get her in the mood, I slowly and methodically take out each tickle tool from my box and lay them on the bedside table for her to look at. As with my silver feather, I would sight and eye all of my feathers and adjust the tendrils on them if need be, all the while teasing her with little snipits of the tickles I have planned for her entire taughtly tied five foot ten inch frame.
Finally, and to really enhance her reactions, I would slowly slip a blindfold, ( in my case I have a ski mask which I have painted the lens black), over her eyes.
Now the tickles would begin in earnest...
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