We dream. We dream of what we want, of what we don't want. Through dreams we test ourselves. We do this because we want to be put in a position or situation, seeing whether or not our mind can handle the conflict or the reality. Here we can express what we dare not show to the world, our inner self. Black or white, good or bad. It is our true selves. We lock our subconscious mind during the day and let it out, to roam freely at night.
Sometimes we act on our dreams, sometimes they act on us...
I find myself in a precarious position...again! Is it of my own choosing? I'm not quite sure. I play the scenario over and over in my mind, almost to the point that I cannot separate fact from fiction. I am in a room that is pitch black. I blink several times, trying to pull in what little light there is. Something on my face? Sometimes I will wear a sleeping mask at night to shut out some of the light... My extremities feel outstretched, as if they are being pulled apart. The room is warm and comfortable, temperature wise anyway. Though I'm not quite sure I am wearing much clothing. There is a slightly sweet smell to the place. I hear a pleasant, though unrecognizable female voice, far away in the distance. Is there something in my ears? Ear plugs maybe? Her voice is so soft, like a whisper. Sotto Dolce.
"Well sugar, it has come to our attention that you like to be tickled."
What?!
"Well, sexually at least anyway..."
I suddenly feel a slight breeze, immediately followed by a feathery touch on my penis. It passes quickly and is not entirely unpleasant.
"We will fulfill the obligation..."
The what?!
Before the reply I feel a tingling on the sole of my left foot. Cold...soft, slightly wet. It sends a shiver up my spine as I try to jerk my foot free. Either I cannot move my foot or the sensation is following me, because I can't make it stop. It tickles and I start to snicker.
"nic hehe, hmm..."
I make an attempt to clear my throat and divert the tickling, but to no avail. It will not stop.
"...haha, hmm... Hee HEE"
The nervous giggle develops into a laughter that I can't control. It is like riding a bicycle for the first time with no training wheels, down a steep hill. The rush of adrenaline, the panic that you cannot stop, and then I start to feel fingernails scratch along the sole of my right foot. I can do nothing but laugh my silly head off, embarrassed that I have no control over this simple procedure, or of myself.
"Yes, ah... I see that you are ticklish indeed and I, er... WE can see that the tickling is a turn on for you as well."
I can feel my face blushing hard as I realize that my hard cock has betrayed my secret fetish, for ALL the ladies to see!
"We will fulfill the obligation..."
I am still in a state of laughter and am not in a position to argue the point. I feel... a tickling... It's my... HAHAHA! It tickles too! Feathery tickles race up and down my cock. It begins to throb and bounce up and down involuntary. The foot tickling combined with the cock tickling drives me to the point of sensory overload. I can't take it! It tickles so bad!
WHAAAAA!!!! HAHAHAAAA!!!!
A little feather, making little sawing motions along my slit, like it was trying to get inside me, forces my pleasure/pain perception to the surface. The laughter is now interjected with occasional moans of pleasure as a drop of pre-cum slowly trickles down my cock-head. The feather collects the clear fluid around the bulbous head and paints an invisble line up and down along the underside... lingering around my funiculus.
"OH MY GOD!"
"We will fulfill...the....oblig...ation"
I can barely breathe. What obligation? My mind is racing a mile a minute. The cock tickling is... over taking my entire body. I can feel the familiar involuntary contractions of muscle building, building... FUCK! The feather, teasing... it's too light against my throbbing member. Why can't I come? I NEED to come! Just when my mind is about to find the key to blissful escape. The cock tickling stops. I feel like a runner who has just stopped short of crossing the finish line, but with all the sensations of having just run a complete marathon nevertheless. My breathing is fast, full inhalations. What the fuck?
"I was just about to complete your... fucking obligation, you bitch!"
"Now, now... we musn't have cross words darling."
I can feel a light feathery tingle, making little crisscrosses around my stomach. This is nearly as bad as the foot tickling, and I am sunddenly, once again reduced to laughing like a child. Maybe I can force my mind to make a connection between my cock tickling and my stomach tickling. Gradually the feathery tickle moves up to my nipples. I haven't had much experience with nipple manipulation. I laugh at the thought of just coming up with a new word. "Nipplelation" Well, at least my mind still has the capacity for creative thought. I smile at myself smugly, when suddenly I can feel little pinches and flicks against my nipples.
"Hey! What are you doing? Hmmm... stop..." I can feel them swelling. Becoming little knobs of flesh in their own right. A feathery tickle against the sides, causing them to maintain their almost painful erection. My cock immediately flexes into a more urgent erection. What is happening?
The foot tickling starts back up again... I jerk my foot, but a still can't move it out of check. My panicked laughter slams again my tortered mind. Then the nipple tickling moves very gradually over to my exposed armpits. How many women are there? The light sensation at my pits is trapped by my body hair. Suddenly a much worse sensation is replaced, as the feeling of several fingertips dance and skitter playfully within the curvature.
"HAHAHAHA..... HAHAHAHA.... HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
The foot tickling is now being done with hair brushes on each sole. Raking across smooth and reddening stretched soles, the foot tickling is in direct competition with the armpit tickling and the cock tickling. Yes, all three sensations are happening at once! It is mentally tearing me into little pieces! My back arches pulling my bonds so tightly... pain at the restraints...unbelievable pleasure on my erogenous zones! My breathing becomes deeper and more regular as I give in to the irrevocable orgasm that begins to overtake me... light tongue flicks on each toe... each... sucked... nibbles... licked... my aching cock throbbing with every beat of my racing heart... AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! The feather, leisurely stroking my engorged member, slowly swishing up and down, along the bulging veins, like so many scales on the piano keys that are being methodically touched. "HOLY SHIT!!! HAHAHAHA!!! " Fingertips with long luscious fingernails, lightly scratching into my armpits, moving and teasing muscle. "WHAA HA HA HAHAHAH!!" My mind is totally wiped out now. My body is completely transformed into one huge ticklish receptor of pleasuable sensation. I'm going to come... I'M GOING TO COME! Did I actually said that out loud, or was it my depleted intellect sreaming at me? Then suddenly, I hear something like a whisper, tickling in my ear.
"I never said that the obligation was to... let... you... come."
...sometimes we act on our dreams, sometimes they act on us...
Sometimes we act on our dreams, sometimes they act on us...
I find myself in a precarious position...again! Is it of my own choosing? I'm not quite sure. I play the scenario over and over in my mind, almost to the point that I cannot separate fact from fiction. I am in a room that is pitch black. I blink several times, trying to pull in what little light there is. Something on my face? Sometimes I will wear a sleeping mask at night to shut out some of the light... My extremities feel outstretched, as if they are being pulled apart. The room is warm and comfortable, temperature wise anyway. Though I'm not quite sure I am wearing much clothing. There is a slightly sweet smell to the place. I hear a pleasant, though unrecognizable female voice, far away in the distance. Is there something in my ears? Ear plugs maybe? Her voice is so soft, like a whisper. Sotto Dolce.
"Well sugar, it has come to our attention that you like to be tickled."
What?!
"Well, sexually at least anyway..."
I suddenly feel a slight breeze, immediately followed by a feathery touch on my penis. It passes quickly and is not entirely unpleasant.
"We will fulfill the obligation..."
The what?!
Before the reply I feel a tingling on the sole of my left foot. Cold...soft, slightly wet. It sends a shiver up my spine as I try to jerk my foot free. Either I cannot move my foot or the sensation is following me, because I can't make it stop. It tickles and I start to snicker.
"nic hehe, hmm..."
I make an attempt to clear my throat and divert the tickling, but to no avail. It will not stop.
"...haha, hmm... Hee HEE"
The nervous giggle develops into a laughter that I can't control. It is like riding a bicycle for the first time with no training wheels, down a steep hill. The rush of adrenaline, the panic that you cannot stop, and then I start to feel fingernails scratch along the sole of my right foot. I can do nothing but laugh my silly head off, embarrassed that I have no control over this simple procedure, or of myself.
"Yes, ah... I see that you are ticklish indeed and I, er... WE can see that the tickling is a turn on for you as well."
I can feel my face blushing hard as I realize that my hard cock has betrayed my secret fetish, for ALL the ladies to see!
"We will fulfill the obligation..."
I am still in a state of laughter and am not in a position to argue the point. I feel... a tickling... It's my... HAHAHA! It tickles too! Feathery tickles race up and down my cock. It begins to throb and bounce up and down involuntary. The foot tickling combined with the cock tickling drives me to the point of sensory overload. I can't take it! It tickles so bad!
WHAAAAA!!!! HAHAHAAAA!!!!
A little feather, making little sawing motions along my slit, like it was trying to get inside me, forces my pleasure/pain perception to the surface. The laughter is now interjected with occasional moans of pleasure as a drop of pre-cum slowly trickles down my cock-head. The feather collects the clear fluid around the bulbous head and paints an invisble line up and down along the underside... lingering around my funiculus.
"OH MY GOD!"
"We will fulfill...the....oblig...ation"
I can barely breathe. What obligation? My mind is racing a mile a minute. The cock tickling is... over taking my entire body. I can feel the familiar involuntary contractions of muscle building, building... FUCK! The feather, teasing... it's too light against my throbbing member. Why can't I come? I NEED to come! Just when my mind is about to find the key to blissful escape. The cock tickling stops. I feel like a runner who has just stopped short of crossing the finish line, but with all the sensations of having just run a complete marathon nevertheless. My breathing is fast, full inhalations. What the fuck?
"I was just about to complete your... fucking obligation, you bitch!"
"Now, now... we musn't have cross words darling."
I can feel a light feathery tingle, making little crisscrosses around my stomach. This is nearly as bad as the foot tickling, and I am sunddenly, once again reduced to laughing like a child. Maybe I can force my mind to make a connection between my cock tickling and my stomach tickling. Gradually the feathery tickle moves up to my nipples. I haven't had much experience with nipple manipulation. I laugh at the thought of just coming up with a new word. "Nipplelation" Well, at least my mind still has the capacity for creative thought. I smile at myself smugly, when suddenly I can feel little pinches and flicks against my nipples.
"Hey! What are you doing? Hmmm... stop..." I can feel them swelling. Becoming little knobs of flesh in their own right. A feathery tickle against the sides, causing them to maintain their almost painful erection. My cock immediately flexes into a more urgent erection. What is happening?
The foot tickling starts back up again... I jerk my foot, but a still can't move it out of check. My panicked laughter slams again my tortered mind. Then the nipple tickling moves very gradually over to my exposed armpits. How many women are there? The light sensation at my pits is trapped by my body hair. Suddenly a much worse sensation is replaced, as the feeling of several fingertips dance and skitter playfully within the curvature.
"HAHAHAHA..... HAHAHAHA.... HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
The foot tickling is now being done with hair brushes on each sole. Raking across smooth and reddening stretched soles, the foot tickling is in direct competition with the armpit tickling and the cock tickling. Yes, all three sensations are happening at once! It is mentally tearing me into little pieces! My back arches pulling my bonds so tightly... pain at the restraints...unbelievable pleasure on my erogenous zones! My breathing becomes deeper and more regular as I give in to the irrevocable orgasm that begins to overtake me... light tongue flicks on each toe... each... sucked... nibbles... licked... my aching cock throbbing with every beat of my racing heart... AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! The feather, leisurely stroking my engorged member, slowly swishing up and down, along the bulging veins, like so many scales on the piano keys that are being methodically touched. "HOLY SHIT!!! HAHAHAHA!!! " Fingertips with long luscious fingernails, lightly scratching into my armpits, moving and teasing muscle. "WHAA HA HA HAHAHAH!!" My mind is totally wiped out now. My body is completely transformed into one huge ticklish receptor of pleasuable sensation. I'm going to come... I'M GOING TO COME! Did I actually said that out loud, or was it my depleted intellect sreaming at me? Then suddenly, I hear something like a whisper, tickling in my ear.
"I never said that the obligation was to... let... you... come."
...sometimes we act on our dreams, sometimes they act on us...
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