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The Rack--and tickle torture
- Thread starter Julie Honey
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Didn't you just write that in another thread?
Wow you have quite the imagination!
Sounds like you have the plan, and I hope you have fun executing it!
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Hey Jools:
Is that you in that picture? If so, I hope you realize you're likely responsible for a lot of messy keyboards...hahahahahaha!!!!
You go, babe.
Love,
Jean
Is that you in that picture? If so, I hope you realize you're likely responsible for a lot of messy keyboards...hahahahahaha!!!!
You go, babe.
Love,
Jean
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But I like it too.
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Nor I.
That said, you might be able to play-out a reasonable approximation of the fantasy someday, Julie Honey. At least, if you're willing to close your eyes and pretend the foot-board of the bed, or the top of a massage-table, is part of your "rack".
When it gets right down to it, once you're tied-down tight, the tickling is truly torturous, no matter the scenario.
Have fun and play safe!
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Hi Julie!
Your fantasy reminds me of a scene that's depicted in my novel, "The Heroes of Hastington." I've pasted the excerpt below. If you'd like to read the entire book, just click the link at the bottom.
Michelle slowly opened her eyes, but all she could see amid the eerie
darkness was the faint flickering of distant flames. She was confused and
frightened, not knowing where she was or how she’d gotten there. As she
gradually became more aware of her surroundings, she made several
alarming discoveries. She could tell that she was lying on some sort of table
with her arms extended above her head and her legs spread slightly apart.
Michelle began to panic when she suddenly realized that she couldn’'t move
her limbs, and felt the cold metal shackles that tightly encircled her wrists
and ankles. She then noticed that the flames had begun to approach her.
They grew nearer and nearer with each passing second. And feeling the
chilly dampness of the air against her trim petite body made her shockingly
aware of one more fact...she was totally naked!
Michelle was now terrified as a group of people, if in fact they actually
were people, began to silently surround her. They appeared to be faceless
figures cloaked in black hooded robes, and several of them were holding
torches. The flames allowed her to now see that her long red hair had been
woven into a pair of braids that flowed down her shoulders and onto her
breasts. Completely petrified, Michelle began to scream.
“HELP! HELP!”
The robed figures did not respond in any way. There was only deafening
silence. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a metallic clicking sound, and
Michelle felt her arms and legs being stretched even more tightly.
“Oh, my God! You’ve put me on a RACK! Who ARE you people and
why are you DOING this to me? HELP!”
Again, there was silence, followed by a slightly different clicking sound.
Michelle then felt the middle of the table pushing up against her lower back,
causing her belly and hips to be raised several inches higher than the rest of
her body.
“Why are you TORTURING me? What’ve I done WRONG?”
Once again, there was total silence. Michelle began to wonder if there’d
be yet another dreadful clicking sound accompanied by an even more
hideous stretching of her nude body. But instead of hearing sounds, she felt
fingers...long, cold, grotesque fingers...dozens of them. And they began
tickling every inch of her body. Several fingers tickled her soft smooth belly
in its arched-up position, while a single ugly one mercilessly probed her
quivering navel. A number of others grasped the ends of her braids and used
them to tickle her armpits. Many more fingers quickly joined in and tickled
her ribs, thighs, hips and knees. Still others tickled her wiggling bare feet
from her heels to the tips of her toes.
“HAHAHAHAHA! You BASTARDS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Stop
tickling me! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I...HaHaHaHaHa...CAN’T...HeeHeeHeeHaHaHaHaaaaaa...BREATH!”
Michelle was now coughing and gasping for air, and she was beginning
to lose consciousness. Then suddenly, she felt a warm hand tugging on her
arm and heard a familiar voice calling her name.
“Wake up, Michelle! WAKE UP!”
The evil darkness of the dungeon slowly melted away as it was gradually
replaced by the sunlight that was shining through her bedroom window.
“You must’ve been having a really bad dream,” Jen said to Michelle as
she hugged her. “You were screaming in your sleep!”
“Oh, it was horrible! I was naked, and on a torture rack, and all these
awful tickling fingers were…”
“I can imagine!” Jen interrupted. “It’s no wonder you had such a terrible
nightmare after what we went through at yesterday’s carnival! And
speaking of which, you gotta see this! Look, we’re famous!”
Your fantasy reminds me of a scene that's depicted in my novel, "The Heroes of Hastington." I've pasted the excerpt below. If you'd like to read the entire book, just click the link at the bottom.
Michelle slowly opened her eyes, but all she could see amid the eerie
darkness was the faint flickering of distant flames. She was confused and
frightened, not knowing where she was or how she’d gotten there. As she
gradually became more aware of her surroundings, she made several
alarming discoveries. She could tell that she was lying on some sort of table
with her arms extended above her head and her legs spread slightly apart.
Michelle began to panic when she suddenly realized that she couldn’'t move
her limbs, and felt the cold metal shackles that tightly encircled her wrists
and ankles. She then noticed that the flames had begun to approach her.
They grew nearer and nearer with each passing second. And feeling the
chilly dampness of the air against her trim petite body made her shockingly
aware of one more fact...she was totally naked!
Michelle was now terrified as a group of people, if in fact they actually
were people, began to silently surround her. They appeared to be faceless
figures cloaked in black hooded robes, and several of them were holding
torches. The flames allowed her to now see that her long red hair had been
woven into a pair of braids that flowed down her shoulders and onto her
breasts. Completely petrified, Michelle began to scream.
“HELP! HELP!”
The robed figures did not respond in any way. There was only deafening
silence. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a metallic clicking sound, and
Michelle felt her arms and legs being stretched even more tightly.
“Oh, my God! You’ve put me on a RACK! Who ARE you people and
why are you DOING this to me? HELP!”
Again, there was silence, followed by a slightly different clicking sound.
Michelle then felt the middle of the table pushing up against her lower back,
causing her belly and hips to be raised several inches higher than the rest of
her body.
“Why are you TORTURING me? What’ve I done WRONG?”
Once again, there was total silence. Michelle began to wonder if there’d
be yet another dreadful clicking sound accompanied by an even more
hideous stretching of her nude body. But instead of hearing sounds, she felt
fingers...long, cold, grotesque fingers...dozens of them. And they began
tickling every inch of her body. Several fingers tickled her soft smooth belly
in its arched-up position, while a single ugly one mercilessly probed her
quivering navel. A number of others grasped the ends of her braids and used
them to tickle her armpits. Many more fingers quickly joined in and tickled
her ribs, thighs, hips and knees. Still others tickled her wiggling bare feet
from her heels to the tips of her toes.
“HAHAHAHAHA! You BASTARDS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Stop
tickling me! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I...HaHaHaHaHa...CAN’T...HeeHeeHeeHaHaHaHaaaaaa...BREATH!”
Michelle was now coughing and gasping for air, and she was beginning
to lose consciousness. Then suddenly, she felt a warm hand tugging on her
arm and heard a familiar voice calling her name.
“Wake up, Michelle! WAKE UP!”
The evil darkness of the dungeon slowly melted away as it was gradually
replaced by the sunlight that was shining through her bedroom window.
“You must’ve been having a really bad dream,” Jen said to Michelle as
she hugged her. “You were screaming in your sleep!”
“Oh, it was horrible! I was naked, and on a torture rack, and all these
awful tickling fingers were…”
“I can imagine!” Jen interrupted. “It’s no wonder you had such a terrible
nightmare after what we went through at yesterday’s carnival! And
speaking of which, you gotta see this! Look, we’re famous!”
interesting
ive always loved the fellow kujmans stuff depicting fair maidens in stocks at ren faires having the soles of their feet tickled with feathers fingers coating the soles with mollasses so a goat can lick them or tickling the soles after itching powder is applied .i know they had these scenerios at ren faires but i dont hear of it anymore.i often get on you tube to look at canellis stuff which girls are lured to the stocks at a medieval faire in italy and tickled on their feet.
ive always loved the fellow kujmans stuff depicting fair maidens in stocks at ren faires having the soles of their feet tickled with feathers fingers coating the soles with mollasses so a goat can lick them or tickling the soles after itching powder is applied .i know they had these scenerios at ren faires but i dont hear of it anymore.i often get on you tube to look at canellis stuff which girls are lured to the stocks at a medieval faire in italy and tickled on their feet.
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Actually this is the third one I've seen...
Julie, do you live in or near a city?
If you want to make your fantasy happen, I don't see why two dungeon dominatrices would not oblige. If you live in or near a city there's a chance you could find such girls for hire who have the rack (and other tools) to do that to you.
If you want to make your fantasy happen, I don't see why two dungeon dominatrices would not oblige. If you live in or near a city there's a chance you could find such girls for hire who have the rack (and other tools) to do that to you.
