ticklebug101
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Hey gang, I just typed up a short scene for people to read. Aren't I good to y'all? :stickout Let me know if I should do some more on this topic. It could get interesting. You know how I am with paragraph control and read-a-bility and such (if it wasn't a word before, it is now) so any one out there that it bothers, my apologies. But for now.......
Enjoy!
Bug :wub
"Man, what a week. I can't wait to get home," I said to myself. I turned off my computer and left the office. The drive home was ok, but I was very distracted.
I could not wait to get home to my machine. When I got home, I shut off the engine, locked up and went inside. Coat off, shoes off, front door locked and
straight up the stairs to change. Out of my work clothes and into my shorts and tank top, underware off. Then downstairs to the basement. I thanked God every
time I came down to this room that it was sound proofed. I dread to think what people would think if they could hear me screaming down here. The cops may even
be called if they thought I was trying to chop someone up or worse, a bunch of questions were the last thing that I needed. I was so ready for this. I
breathed in deep and began. "Computer, set up TK programme one." The computer beeped and lit up. "Loading TK programme one. Preparing table." The table rolled
out from it's hiding place and I went toward it and lie down, raising my arms over my head. "Please select time frame." I knew what I needed. "Thirty minutes."
"Thirty minute time frame selected. Please select break times." I thought about it for a sec. For a half an hour session I was going to need quite a few breaks,
but I didn't want the machine to be disturbed too often. "Every ten minutes." That should do it. "Break times selected. Please position your wrists." I felt
above me and found the markers, then slid my wrists into them. "Please position your ankles," said the computer." I did the same with my ankles and heard the
beep. "Preparing restraints. Please lie still to avoid injury." I lie still and heard the cuffs lock around my wrists and my ankles so I was fixed into place.
My heart leapt as the final preperations were made, and shivers ran through me as the computer started the countdown. "Please lie still to avoid injury, and
enjoy your session. Fingers acssending in five, four, three, two, one.."
I heard the fingers whirring and coming out of the table before I saw them wriggling above me. I couldn't help but grin as they came down on me. They didn't
have to explore my weak spots, I had those programmed into the computer. I grinned, thinking to myself who says girls can't programme computers? As soon as the
fingers started teasing my ribs and the the squishy part around my waist, I started to giggle. Then more of them started to wriggle under my arms and the
giggles intensified. Then they got louder as more fingers started to tickle my knees and my thighs, and even more teased my hips, and then more came to tease
all around my neck. I didn't care which order my weak spots were worked on, so long as the machine made me laugh and laugh hard. It had been a long week and
this was just what I needed. And I got what I needed as the fingers tickled me all over and I could feel myself loosing control. I was being tickled, laughing
uncontrolably, and there wasn't a thing that I could do about it. That's why I loved my tickle machine so much.
Enjoy!
Bug :wub
"Man, what a week. I can't wait to get home," I said to myself. I turned off my computer and left the office. The drive home was ok, but I was very distracted.
I could not wait to get home to my machine. When I got home, I shut off the engine, locked up and went inside. Coat off, shoes off, front door locked and
straight up the stairs to change. Out of my work clothes and into my shorts and tank top, underware off. Then downstairs to the basement. I thanked God every
time I came down to this room that it was sound proofed. I dread to think what people would think if they could hear me screaming down here. The cops may even
be called if they thought I was trying to chop someone up or worse, a bunch of questions were the last thing that I needed. I was so ready for this. I
breathed in deep and began. "Computer, set up TK programme one." The computer beeped and lit up. "Loading TK programme one. Preparing table." The table rolled
out from it's hiding place and I went toward it and lie down, raising my arms over my head. "Please select time frame." I knew what I needed. "Thirty minutes."
"Thirty minute time frame selected. Please select break times." I thought about it for a sec. For a half an hour session I was going to need quite a few breaks,
but I didn't want the machine to be disturbed too often. "Every ten minutes." That should do it. "Break times selected. Please position your wrists." I felt
above me and found the markers, then slid my wrists into them. "Please position your ankles," said the computer." I did the same with my ankles and heard the
beep. "Preparing restraints. Please lie still to avoid injury." I lie still and heard the cuffs lock around my wrists and my ankles so I was fixed into place.
My heart leapt as the final preperations were made, and shivers ran through me as the computer started the countdown. "Please lie still to avoid injury, and
enjoy your session. Fingers acssending in five, four, three, two, one.."
I heard the fingers whirring and coming out of the table before I saw them wriggling above me. I couldn't help but grin as they came down on me. They didn't
have to explore my weak spots, I had those programmed into the computer. I grinned, thinking to myself who says girls can't programme computers? As soon as the
fingers started teasing my ribs and the the squishy part around my waist, I started to giggle. Then more of them started to wriggle under my arms and the
giggles intensified. Then they got louder as more fingers started to tickle my knees and my thighs, and even more teased my hips, and then more came to tease
all around my neck. I didn't care which order my weak spots were worked on, so long as the machine made me laugh and laugh hard. It had been a long week and
this was just what I needed. And I got what I needed as the fingers tickled me all over and I could feel myself loosing control. I was being tickled, laughing
uncontrolably, and there wasn't a thing that I could do about it. That's why I loved my tickle machine so much.
