girlboundforfun
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Just playing with this in my mind. There is more to it, but here is a start.
I haven’t been here in many months. In fact, I don’t know why I’m here now. Willingly. I am about to let myself be restrained and tickled mercilessly for as long as my mistress desires. I remember just how well she knows all my weak spots and the appropriate ways to exploit them. She knows that I can’t stand the tickling and that I will start to beg her mercy quickly. Mercy that she never gives. I stand now fully naked, awaiting her. Dreading yet longing for the torture that I cannot stand. My arms are above my head; my hands holding onto two rings hanging from chains. I am unbound right now, but I stand as she has ordered me. She enjoys seeing my underarms displayed. Just as I’m about to convince myself to flee this madness, she enters. ‘Ah, my favorite slave.’ She laughs. ‘And in my requested position too, I see. I do love those armpits of yours. So flawless, so ticklish.’ She strokes them with her fingers and I shiver. ‘Keep those arms up.’ She commands. She steps to the table of her torture tool and brings back two large, fluffy feathers. Smiling at me, she strokes them up and down my sides and tummy as I giggle. She flicks my armpits with them and my arms come down. I can tell that she is displeased with me for that. I disobeyed a direct order. ‘You will pay for that.’ She hisses. She pushes me over to the rack in the corner. She has never used this on me before, so I’m nervous. She orders me onto it and straps me down. I enjoy the feel of the restraints on my wrists and at my elbows. I revel in my helplessness as I fear it too. Then I hear a cranking sound. My mistress tightens the rack, then tightens it some more. I feel my skin stretch and pull almost to the point of discomfort. I cannot move even an inch. ‘Please, mistress. This is too tight.’ ‘Oh really?’ She asks as she pushes it another notch. I hear her whisper to me ‘Now I have you as I want you. All of your tickle spots open to me. You can’t do a thing to protect yourself or stop me. I will do with you as I please. And I please to tickle you far beyond anything you have ever endured before. Hours and hours.’ ‘But mistress,’ I interrupt ‘We agreed on an hour…’ ‘Silence! She shouts. ‘I was considering a mere two hours, but for your insolence, I will go three! Four! Days if I wish!’ Fear sets in. I have never gone more than an hour and that alone was hellish enough for me. I won’t be able to stand it. What was I doing here? I hated to be tickled. I want out. ‘No, I changed my mind. Let me go.’ I demand. She laughs at me. ‘Oh my dear. You are no longer in a position to decide that. You are mine now. I can and will do to you as I please for as long as I please. What a ticklish situation you find yourself in.’ I start to feel her long nails skitter over my sides. A laugh escapes me. She has started and there is no stopping her until she tires of me. The nails rake up and down my sides then over my tummy. She finds the two sensitive spots by my hips and spiders her nails over them. Then she puts her hands on my hips and digs her thumbs in. I practically shriek. Happy with that she does it again and again then, skitters her nails over and over my whole ribcage as I laugh and laugh. The tickling slows as she runs her fingers over each rib which are all truly displayed for her bound as I am. I start to beg for mercy. She smiles. ‘I really must reaquaint myself with these ribs.’ Before I can beg again, she starts to massage each and every rib with her fingertips. Front to back. I am in hysterics as she does this and then explores the areas between my ribs. Every poke and prod feels like electricity. Jolt after jolt runs through my ribs, jarring my brain. As colors flash before my eyes, she returns to spidering her nails over my lower torso. When my laughter slow too much for her, she rakes her nails up and down my sides again, as my arms try to jerk at the bonds. The raking turns into a skittering, then slows to a stop. Air rushes into my lungs.
I haven’t been here in many months. In fact, I don’t know why I’m here now. Willingly. I am about to let myself be restrained and tickled mercilessly for as long as my mistress desires. I remember just how well she knows all my weak spots and the appropriate ways to exploit them. She knows that I can’t stand the tickling and that I will start to beg her mercy quickly. Mercy that she never gives. I stand now fully naked, awaiting her. Dreading yet longing for the torture that I cannot stand. My arms are above my head; my hands holding onto two rings hanging from chains. I am unbound right now, but I stand as she has ordered me. She enjoys seeing my underarms displayed. Just as I’m about to convince myself to flee this madness, she enters. ‘Ah, my favorite slave.’ She laughs. ‘And in my requested position too, I see. I do love those armpits of yours. So flawless, so ticklish.’ She strokes them with her fingers and I shiver. ‘Keep those arms up.’ She commands. She steps to the table of her torture tool and brings back two large, fluffy feathers. Smiling at me, she strokes them up and down my sides and tummy as I giggle. She flicks my armpits with them and my arms come down. I can tell that she is displeased with me for that. I disobeyed a direct order. ‘You will pay for that.’ She hisses. She pushes me over to the rack in the corner. She has never used this on me before, so I’m nervous. She orders me onto it and straps me down. I enjoy the feel of the restraints on my wrists and at my elbows. I revel in my helplessness as I fear it too. Then I hear a cranking sound. My mistress tightens the rack, then tightens it some more. I feel my skin stretch and pull almost to the point of discomfort. I cannot move even an inch. ‘Please, mistress. This is too tight.’ ‘Oh really?’ She asks as she pushes it another notch. I hear her whisper to me ‘Now I have you as I want you. All of your tickle spots open to me. You can’t do a thing to protect yourself or stop me. I will do with you as I please. And I please to tickle you far beyond anything you have ever endured before. Hours and hours.’ ‘But mistress,’ I interrupt ‘We agreed on an hour…’ ‘Silence! She shouts. ‘I was considering a mere two hours, but for your insolence, I will go three! Four! Days if I wish!’ Fear sets in. I have never gone more than an hour and that alone was hellish enough for me. I won’t be able to stand it. What was I doing here? I hated to be tickled. I want out. ‘No, I changed my mind. Let me go.’ I demand. She laughs at me. ‘Oh my dear. You are no longer in a position to decide that. You are mine now. I can and will do to you as I please for as long as I please. What a ticklish situation you find yourself in.’ I start to feel her long nails skitter over my sides. A laugh escapes me. She has started and there is no stopping her until she tires of me. The nails rake up and down my sides then over my tummy. She finds the two sensitive spots by my hips and spiders her nails over them. Then she puts her hands on my hips and digs her thumbs in. I practically shriek. Happy with that she does it again and again then, skitters her nails over and over my whole ribcage as I laugh and laugh. The tickling slows as she runs her fingers over each rib which are all truly displayed for her bound as I am. I start to beg for mercy. She smiles. ‘I really must reaquaint myself with these ribs.’ Before I can beg again, she starts to massage each and every rib with her fingertips. Front to back. I am in hysterics as she does this and then explores the areas between my ribs. Every poke and prod feels like electricity. Jolt after jolt runs through my ribs, jarring my brain. As colors flash before my eyes, she returns to spidering her nails over my lower torso. When my laughter slow too much for her, she rakes her nails up and down my sides again, as my arms try to jerk at the bonds. The raking turns into a skittering, then slows to a stop. Air rushes into my lungs.
