dragon_fire517
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Tami lays on the table biting her lip
she's focused so hard on the feather and its tip
for her it dangles so close and so ugly
its the implement of torture that will extract her laughs and screams so justly
her place she still does not know
nonetheless her fate is forever closed
she waits and watches as i rip open her hose
exposing her feet so sexy all bare, soft, and sweet
and just before it starts
on the very bottoms of them my two kisses signal that preparations are complete
tears well in her eyes for fear of it all
when it will end she has to be thinking, oh, mercy! help me! there must be a law
without any hope she closes her eyes
and along the arch the feather inevitably falls
her poor foot spasms in that patented twitch
pulling against her bonds she can't move an inch
she fights the first laugh because she knows its hypnotic
to her punisher's delight which ensures more tickling to follow
caught in that horrible cycle of tickles and laughs
poor Tami struggles and knows she can't last
the sensations overwhelm, electric with power
the screams keep coming hour after hour
forced by the tickling she cries from the pain
then wets her pants and bawls more from the shame
exhausted and tired her body can't quit
it still recoils from the tickling that continues
without let up; nope, not one little bit
how much more her mind tries to muster
can this insanity go on as her voice still blubbers
her feet and body twitching, bucking, and shaking
after how long, who was really watching?
not poor Tami and certainly not her punisher
the feather was lifted and to on the table it was dropped
the torture was over and her body just stopped
completely spent and without motion
but the poor dear still giggled as a result of the perpetual potion
not yet able to really focus or think
but certain she heard a voice say 'isn't she cute all tickled pink?'
her bonds untied and set free for awhile
she lays in her cell too traumatized to cry
i know what she's thinking, isn't this enough?
why on me is he always so rough?
and hoping against hope that soon it all will be done
but unfortunately for Tami, it's just too much fun!
she's focused so hard on the feather and its tip
for her it dangles so close and so ugly
its the implement of torture that will extract her laughs and screams so justly
her place she still does not know
nonetheless her fate is forever closed
she waits and watches as i rip open her hose
exposing her feet so sexy all bare, soft, and sweet
and just before it starts
on the very bottoms of them my two kisses signal that preparations are complete
tears well in her eyes for fear of it all
when it will end she has to be thinking, oh, mercy! help me! there must be a law
without any hope she closes her eyes
and along the arch the feather inevitably falls
her poor foot spasms in that patented twitch
pulling against her bonds she can't move an inch
she fights the first laugh because she knows its hypnotic
to her punisher's delight which ensures more tickling to follow
caught in that horrible cycle of tickles and laughs
poor Tami struggles and knows she can't last
the sensations overwhelm, electric with power
the screams keep coming hour after hour
forced by the tickling she cries from the pain
then wets her pants and bawls more from the shame
exhausted and tired her body can't quit
it still recoils from the tickling that continues
without let up; nope, not one little bit
how much more her mind tries to muster
can this insanity go on as her voice still blubbers
her feet and body twitching, bucking, and shaking
after how long, who was really watching?
not poor Tami and certainly not her punisher
the feather was lifted and to on the table it was dropped
the torture was over and her body just stopped
completely spent and without motion
but the poor dear still giggled as a result of the perpetual potion
not yet able to really focus or think
but certain she heard a voice say 'isn't she cute all tickled pink?'
her bonds untied and set free for awhile
she lays in her cell too traumatized to cry
i know what she's thinking, isn't this enough?
why on me is he always so rough?
and hoping against hope that soon it all will be done
but unfortunately for Tami, it's just too much fun!
