GEORGIATKLER
3rd Level Yellow Feather
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She blinks her eyes, she's in the stocks, Another blink, no shoes, no socks....Her still warm feet meet the cool, damp, dungeon air, she wiggles her toes and tries to prepare.... This time (he) won't break her, she'll be strong and brave, won't live her life as a mere tickle slave.... Both wrists are tied well above her head, firmly, not too tight, but it means more visits to dread....She must not give in to any sensation,(laughs) easier said than done given the coming persuasion....All her "old friends" will give her a dare, fingers, feathers, pens, and those damned Sonicares....If a blindfold is added, does she still a chance, anticipation just adds to her dire circumstance....(flashback) She remembers while in college, a renaissance faire, she was a stocks "virgin" then in total dispair.... The crowd heard her screaming and enjoyed the display, there will be no repeat performance today.... Underarms(check), ribs(check), tummy(check), hips(check), feet( a lost cause....)***footsteps approaching*** she's as ready as she'll be, in the mind of this 'ler, a most perfect 'lee....
