CapturedDoll
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I have been on the TMF forums for many years. And I have had to change to my name a few
times as I realized years back I had a STALKER. 9 times actually in 10 years... and yet... somehow he keeps managing
to figure out who I am. He would change His name too so I woulden't catch him... He never wrote me much...
but would ask a couple questions before returning to silence. And of course he could read whatever
I wrote on the board or said in the chat room.
One day I looked to see my notifications lit up with 5 messages. As I opened them... they all said
the same thing... like a scene from "The Shining".
"I know where you live... and I'm going to make you my Tickling slave..."
Next:
"I know where you live... and I'm going to make you my Tickling slave..."
Next:
"I know where you live... and I'm going to make you my Tickling slave..."
I coulden't read the next 2. I immedietly reported him, made a goodbye post, and deleted my profile.
At this point I think it's best to stay away for at least a few years. How sad... I will
miss my Tickling friends, the rps, the videos, stories... ugh I can't believe this!
One day I deceided to have lunch at my favorite deli. Not having to work is a dream sometimes. I had
a huge inheritance left to me when both of my parents died. Now, I am 30 and living the good life.
But still I never overspend. It's the little things in life. And right now its A cream cheese bagel with lemonade.
I always get the same thing as this place makes it soooo good. The cashier gave me my receipt,
and I tipped my usual 5 dollars.
As I finished checking my email on my phone... I started to get really sleepy. So I threw my trash away
and headed for my car. As I got inside... I could barely keep my eyes open... I put the keys on my
purse and deceided to just close my eyes. I only remember failing in my attempt to lock the
doors as I was too sleepy. But I didn't care at that point. Sleep came too quicky.
When I came to I had no idea what time it was... but I coulden't move to look to see exactly where I was.
I realized I wasn't in my car... but in a dark room. I was sitting in a recliner, tied down to it,
but sitting up. my feet were tied to a built in set of stocks to the foot of the chair. Toes tied to the stocks pulling
them taut. A gag was in my mouth. I tried to scream but it came out completely muffled.
A voice startled me from behind. "I know where you live...and not only do you live HERE now...
but I'm going to make you my Tickling slave..."
Fear coarsed through my body. It's HIM!! NOOO!!!! In front of me was a tv, and he stepped in front of it.
"Now... since I know everything about your tickling fetish... and it coincides so well with mine... I find you
to be my tickling soulmate. You are now my slave. And will do whatever I wish, whenever I wish. To start
I'm going to warm you up with some of our favorite videos. If you close your eyes...
I'm going to start tickling your pussy with a feather...and I can see everything thanks to that mirror
above the tv". He turned around to the tv that was directly in front of me
and picked up the remote. Turning it on, he stepped out of the way... a cartoon started to play... April O' Neil
getting foot feathered by The Don... omg... I tried to squirm in my seat but was tied down so well
I coulden't move... the scenes with her and the reporter having their feet tickled with a feather
played as I helplessly watched... I thought about closing my eyes... but then he would touch me
THERE... and I didn't want that... no...not THAT.
I could feel my pussy start to get hot... and there was nothing I could do but watch the screen. I
tried to get my long blonde hair in front of my eyes but just coulden't move my head.
The next video showed Fred Flinstone getting his feet tickled by his sadistic neighbor... his big fingers
playing kootchie koo up his sole... then Injun Joe
in "Wagon Heels"...being forced over a cliff by the threat of a severe tickling...only to land helplessly
in a tree stump with his poor feet sticking out... helpless to this tormentor's tickling beard.
One by one all of the cartoons that included tickling scenes...my favorite ones, played out...
and one by one... I got more and more turned out. This went on for what must have been hours...
there are so many... I was definetly with a Tickling Sadist. I was scared but I had been watching thse videos
for so long that my body was relaxing. But my mind was on high alert.
At some point he let me out of my bondage to see how wet I was. My wetness dripped and sheathed all down
between my legs. He let me clean up, pee, and forcibly put me right back in the chair. My pussy
was throbbing so much I was afraid I was going to cum while wiping myself up. I didn't want to cum... no... not that..
not to him...
When I was back in my chair he replayed all of the cartoons AGAIN. This time I closed my eyes without thinking.
No.. please...
My eyes flew open as he was suddenly at my side... tickling my pussy with a black feather. Oh nOO!!! I started to
giggle like crazy beneath the gag! My pussy had become so sensitive to the cartoon tickling scenes
I had become extremly ticklish. I tried to shake my head no but coulden't move my head. It was in
some contraption to keep it still.
"Tickle tickle tickle you bad girl..." What did I tell you I was going to do to you?"
The feather storked my pussy.... proding the lips open... slding all over...
carefully avoiding my clit...no....please... I had become so horny I started to wish
for him to make me cum...".I tried to raise my pussy up to meet the feather...
but he was skilled and moved to my thighs... "keep your eyes on the screen... or I'm going to tickle
your feet next while you watch. I looked up to see Olive Oil, upside down having her feet tickled
by Bluto...oh god no...not this one...this is too much...my pussy felt like it was burning with desire...
I closed my eyes to shield myself from the tickling torment on the screen. Laughing right along with Olive.
Suddenly he got up...
and stood in front of the screen. "Oh good...the moment I've been waiting for..."
From his belt he took a white feather and knelt down in front of the stocks. I coulden't see him...
only the tv... I felt the feather start slowly running up my instep... I screamed under the gag!!
Suddenly out of the recliner came a robotic hand holding a feather. It hovered right over my pussy...
As he continued to tickle my foot... the robot hand started to tickle my wet clit. My eyes flared
wildly as my poor feet coulden't move out of the way from the sadistic feathering of my sole.
My giggles turned to uncontrollable and LOUD laughter beneath the gag. HE feathered my foot
very quickly right in the instep. The place on my feet that not only tickles me the most, but gets
me the most turned on. Suddenly I felt a second feather tickling my other foot in unison. I screamed passionatly
STOP, beneath the gag... but he woulden't let up. Tears started to run down my face. I was on the edge of cumming...
I suddenly saw his masked face peek over the stocks at me... He was grinning ear to ear. Then he disappeared
reclaiming my ticklish feet under his feathers for more torment. HE tickled my toes... and my heels, and that
wonderful mound underneath my big toe...tickle tickle tickle... TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE....
The robot arm tickling my pussy was getting me so close I was about to cum. I started to strain against all of the
ropes constraining me. "AHAHAHAH OH NO- NO - NO PLEASE- DON"T MAKE ME CUM... NO NO NO EHHEHEHEHE HAHHAHAHA- NO FUCK- NO
NO NO NO (tickle tickle tickle) NO NO- NO (tickle tickle tickle... you tickle slut) He placed the feathers back on my instep
as the robot hand tickled my sensitive clit. (juuust riiiiight). No NO NOOOO.... my orgasm EXPLODED through me. He kept tickling
my feet, as the robot hand did its job tickling me through my orgasm. My body shook so violently through the most incredible orgasm I had ever had...
My feet were now incredibly sensitive- so he tickled my feet for another ten minutes till I came AGAIN. I passed out from
sensory overload.
When I was awake, I was sitting, all cleaned up, in a different chair. Directly across from he sat. His mask was removed... and he was naked.
He was sitting in a simliar chair with his bare feet directly in front of my restrained wrists. His wrists were unrestrained. But his ankles were tied down,
as were mine. A feather, brushes, an electric toothbrush were in my reach. As were a set near his.
"Now... you are my tickling slave. But I enjoy being tickle tortured as well. We are going to play a game...
whomever makes the other one cum first... wins... And with this win comes a weeks worth of tickling captivity for the loser. But
make NO MISTAKE. There is no way out of here. I have this entire house on lockdown under voice command. And paid guards
patrolling outside. We are in the middle of the countryside. You will NEVER escape me. That is unless you REALLY want to leave
in 2 months time... then I will let you go willingly. But even then I will find you and keep you for a week at a time every 6 months. I MUST
have you. So you will have the choice in 2 months time to leave... but after all that I have read you WANT this. You NEED
this... and I am going to give it to you, and make you my captive. My slave. Or at least my tickling victim until the day you die.
Now... you have one choice to make here and now... play my game... or I will free myself, and have the guardscomein to help me
all week long. They are ticklephiles too...And this time... I'm going to fuck you while you are tickled by ALL of us. What is your choice?
My head spun with what he had said... but rather than anger him I looked at his body... his face... and his feet.
He was very handsome... a toned body.... and delicious, soft, and nice feet. Perfect for tickling. I blushed horribly at my decision...
I didn't want to be fucked... yet. And getting tickled by a gang of Men is something I have always dreamed of. and as scared as I was of him...
it was nice to be completely helpless for once... this was what I had dreamed of... but... did I REALLY want this for the rest of my life... I don't know.
But those toes were starting to wiggle and I felt my pussy getting warm. It was like I was helpless even against myself. And besides... I'm sure his gang of
Ticklers were going to have their way with me at some point anyway. I stretched my fingers out and picked up a feather.
I positioned it in front of his instep. He did the same. Suddenly his cock grew... and 2 robotic arms with feathers came out from the chairs
directly over our genitals... Let the games begin...
~CapturedDoll
Tumblr- CapturedDoll, and DaddysTrophyDoll
I have been on the TMF forums for many years. And I have had to change to my name a few
times as I realized years back I had a STALKER. 9 times actually in 10 years... and yet... somehow he keeps managing
to figure out who I am. He would change His name too so I woulden't catch him... He never wrote me much...
but would ask a couple questions before returning to silence. And of course he could read whatever
I wrote on the board or said in the chat room.
One day I looked to see my notifications lit up with 5 messages. As I opened them... they all said
the same thing... like a scene from "The Shining".
"I know where you live... and I'm going to make you my Tickling slave..."
Next:
"I know where you live... and I'm going to make you my Tickling slave..."
Next:
"I know where you live... and I'm going to make you my Tickling slave..."
I coulden't read the next 2. I immedietly reported him, made a goodbye post, and deleted my profile.
At this point I think it's best to stay away for at least a few years. How sad... I will
miss my Tickling friends, the rps, the videos, stories... ugh I can't believe this!
One day I deceided to have lunch at my favorite deli. Not having to work is a dream sometimes. I had
a huge inheritance left to me when both of my parents died. Now, I am 30 and living the good life.
But still I never overspend. It's the little things in life. And right now its A cream cheese bagel with lemonade.
I always get the same thing as this place makes it soooo good. The cashier gave me my receipt,
and I tipped my usual 5 dollars.
As I finished checking my email on my phone... I started to get really sleepy. So I threw my trash away
and headed for my car. As I got inside... I could barely keep my eyes open... I put the keys on my
purse and deceided to just close my eyes. I only remember failing in my attempt to lock the
doors as I was too sleepy. But I didn't care at that point. Sleep came too quicky.
When I came to I had no idea what time it was... but I coulden't move to look to see exactly where I was.
I realized I wasn't in my car... but in a dark room. I was sitting in a recliner, tied down to it,
but sitting up. my feet were tied to a built in set of stocks to the foot of the chair. Toes tied to the stocks pulling
them taut. A gag was in my mouth. I tried to scream but it came out completely muffled.
A voice startled me from behind. "I know where you live...and not only do you live HERE now...
but I'm going to make you my Tickling slave..."
Fear coarsed through my body. It's HIM!! NOOO!!!! In front of me was a tv, and he stepped in front of it.
"Now... since I know everything about your tickling fetish... and it coincides so well with mine... I find you
to be my tickling soulmate. You are now my slave. And will do whatever I wish, whenever I wish. To start
I'm going to warm you up with some of our favorite videos. If you close your eyes...
I'm going to start tickling your pussy with a feather...and I can see everything thanks to that mirror
above the tv". He turned around to the tv that was directly in front of me
and picked up the remote. Turning it on, he stepped out of the way... a cartoon started to play... April O' Neil
getting foot feathered by The Don... omg... I tried to squirm in my seat but was tied down so well
I coulden't move... the scenes with her and the reporter having their feet tickled with a feather
played as I helplessly watched... I thought about closing my eyes... but then he would touch me
THERE... and I didn't want that... no...not THAT.
I could feel my pussy start to get hot... and there was nothing I could do but watch the screen. I
tried to get my long blonde hair in front of my eyes but just coulden't move my head.
The next video showed Fred Flinstone getting his feet tickled by his sadistic neighbor... his big fingers
playing kootchie koo up his sole... then Injun Joe
in "Wagon Heels"...being forced over a cliff by the threat of a severe tickling...only to land helplessly
in a tree stump with his poor feet sticking out... helpless to this tormentor's tickling beard.
One by one all of the cartoons that included tickling scenes...my favorite ones, played out...
and one by one... I got more and more turned out. This went on for what must have been hours...
there are so many... I was definetly with a Tickling Sadist. I was scared but I had been watching thse videos
for so long that my body was relaxing. But my mind was on high alert.
At some point he let me out of my bondage to see how wet I was. My wetness dripped and sheathed all down
between my legs. He let me clean up, pee, and forcibly put me right back in the chair. My pussy
was throbbing so much I was afraid I was going to cum while wiping myself up. I didn't want to cum... no... not that..
not to him...
When I was back in my chair he replayed all of the cartoons AGAIN. This time I closed my eyes without thinking.
No.. please...
My eyes flew open as he was suddenly at my side... tickling my pussy with a black feather. Oh nOO!!! I started to
giggle like crazy beneath the gag! My pussy had become so sensitive to the cartoon tickling scenes
I had become extremly ticklish. I tried to shake my head no but coulden't move my head. It was in
some contraption to keep it still.
"Tickle tickle tickle you bad girl..." What did I tell you I was going to do to you?"
The feather storked my pussy.... proding the lips open... slding all over...
carefully avoiding my clit...no....please... I had become so horny I started to wish
for him to make me cum...".I tried to raise my pussy up to meet the feather...
but he was skilled and moved to my thighs... "keep your eyes on the screen... or I'm going to tickle
your feet next while you watch. I looked up to see Olive Oil, upside down having her feet tickled
by Bluto...oh god no...not this one...this is too much...my pussy felt like it was burning with desire...
I closed my eyes to shield myself from the tickling torment on the screen. Laughing right along with Olive.
Suddenly he got up...
and stood in front of the screen. "Oh good...the moment I've been waiting for..."
From his belt he took a white feather and knelt down in front of the stocks. I coulden't see him...
only the tv... I felt the feather start slowly running up my instep... I screamed under the gag!!
Suddenly out of the recliner came a robotic hand holding a feather. It hovered right over my pussy...
As he continued to tickle my foot... the robot hand started to tickle my wet clit. My eyes flared
wildly as my poor feet coulden't move out of the way from the sadistic feathering of my sole.
My giggles turned to uncontrollable and LOUD laughter beneath the gag. HE feathered my foot
very quickly right in the instep. The place on my feet that not only tickles me the most, but gets
me the most turned on. Suddenly I felt a second feather tickling my other foot in unison. I screamed passionatly
STOP, beneath the gag... but he woulden't let up. Tears started to run down my face. I was on the edge of cumming...
I suddenly saw his masked face peek over the stocks at me... He was grinning ear to ear. Then he disappeared
reclaiming my ticklish feet under his feathers for more torment. HE tickled my toes... and my heels, and that
wonderful mound underneath my big toe...tickle tickle tickle... TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE....
The robot arm tickling my pussy was getting me so close I was about to cum. I started to strain against all of the
ropes constraining me. "AHAHAHAH OH NO- NO - NO PLEASE- DON"T MAKE ME CUM... NO NO NO EHHEHEHEHE HAHHAHAHA- NO FUCK- NO
NO NO NO (tickle tickle tickle) NO NO- NO (tickle tickle tickle... you tickle slut) He placed the feathers back on my instep
as the robot hand tickled my sensitive clit. (juuust riiiiight). No NO NOOOO.... my orgasm EXPLODED through me. He kept tickling
my feet, as the robot hand did its job tickling me through my orgasm. My body shook so violently through the most incredible orgasm I had ever had...
My feet were now incredibly sensitive- so he tickled my feet for another ten minutes till I came AGAIN. I passed out from
sensory overload.
When I was awake, I was sitting, all cleaned up, in a different chair. Directly across from he sat. His mask was removed... and he was naked.
He was sitting in a simliar chair with his bare feet directly in front of my restrained wrists. His wrists were unrestrained. But his ankles were tied down,
as were mine. A feather, brushes, an electric toothbrush were in my reach. As were a set near his.
"Now... you are my tickling slave. But I enjoy being tickle tortured as well. We are going to play a game...
whomever makes the other one cum first... wins... And with this win comes a weeks worth of tickling captivity for the loser. But
make NO MISTAKE. There is no way out of here. I have this entire house on lockdown under voice command. And paid guards
patrolling outside. We are in the middle of the countryside. You will NEVER escape me. That is unless you REALLY want to leave
in 2 months time... then I will let you go willingly. But even then I will find you and keep you for a week at a time every 6 months. I MUST
have you. So you will have the choice in 2 months time to leave... but after all that I have read you WANT this. You NEED
this... and I am going to give it to you, and make you my captive. My slave. Or at least my tickling victim until the day you die.
Now... you have one choice to make here and now... play my game... or I will free myself, and have the guardscomein to help me
all week long. They are ticklephiles too...And this time... I'm going to fuck you while you are tickled by ALL of us. What is your choice?
My head spun with what he had said... but rather than anger him I looked at his body... his face... and his feet.
He was very handsome... a toned body.... and delicious, soft, and nice feet. Perfect for tickling. I blushed horribly at my decision...
I didn't want to be fucked... yet. And getting tickled by a gang of Men is something I have always dreamed of. and as scared as I was of him...
it was nice to be completely helpless for once... this was what I had dreamed of... but... did I REALLY want this for the rest of my life... I don't know.
But those toes were starting to wiggle and I felt my pussy getting warm. It was like I was helpless even against myself. And besides... I'm sure his gang of
Ticklers were going to have their way with me at some point anyway. I stretched my fingers out and picked up a feather.
I positioned it in front of his instep. He did the same. Suddenly his cock grew... and 2 robotic arms with feathers came out from the chairs
directly over our genitals... Let the games begin...
~CapturedDoll
Tumblr- CapturedDoll, and DaddysTrophyDoll
