Isobel has got herself into a bit of ticklish bother again.
She has been larking about in the faeries kingdom... She never pays attention does she?
She has been warned about flouncing through sacred faery ground before and tickled senseless for disobeying, but she still keeps ending up on the business end of a thorough tickling... anyone would think she likes it.
She knew she wasn't supposed to go to this part of faeryland without permission but she had got it into her head that she wanted some of the tickling flowers that grow there - just a couple - so she could sprinkle the pollen in her pyjamas and have a nice evening giggling herself silly. She was also going to put some in her housemate Deborah's pyjamas as the thought of being tickled herself and watching Deborah being unexpectedly tickled too was very exciting.
Anyway, she got to the place where the flowers grow and started to pick some, but it wasn't long before she was discovered. The faeries who found her immediately put a spell on Isobel's clothes which made them tickle her like mad. Her dress, her knickers, her socks, her plimsolls all tickled her. She was delighted at first and rolled around on the grass laughing and thoroughly enjoying herself.
But you know how Isobel is when she gets tickled, she does get rather worked up doesn't she? Especially with the new experience of having her knickers tickle her. Well, she couldn't contain herself for too long and of course had a delicious ticklish laughing orgasm (which the faeries rather enjoyed watching to be honest). But we also know that Isobel is orders of magnitude more ticklish after an orgasm. Well, needless to say her clothes didn't stop tickling her, in fact the tickling got stronger even taking into account her increased post orgasm sensitivity this was ridiculous, she pulled all her clothes of laughing herself stupid and started to run back out of faery land, but the faeries followed here firing bursts of tickle magic at her naked body. Poor Isobel got completely lost and as a particularly well aimed burst hit her right on her bottom she fell head first into this tickle pitcher plant which promptly closed tight around her and wrapped around her ankles, holding her tight and helpless.
This is a very vulnerable position to end up in when you are naked, ticklish, AND in faery land being pursued by faeries intent on tickling you.
We join the fun just as the faeries have settled into really teaching poor Isobel a proper lesson. The backs of her thighs, and her legs and feet in general are an extremely ticklish place for her, and it makes it worse that she can't see what is going on up there.
There were only a few faeries to start with but more are arriving all the time to join the party.
Oh well, she did say she was in the mood for a little tickling.
Those little yellow feathers must be absolutely maddening mustn't they?
She has been larking about in the faeries kingdom... She never pays attention does she?
She has been warned about flouncing through sacred faery ground before and tickled senseless for disobeying, but she still keeps ending up on the business end of a thorough tickling... anyone would think she likes it.
She knew she wasn't supposed to go to this part of faeryland without permission but she had got it into her head that she wanted some of the tickling flowers that grow there - just a couple - so she could sprinkle the pollen in her pyjamas and have a nice evening giggling herself silly. She was also going to put some in her housemate Deborah's pyjamas as the thought of being tickled herself and watching Deborah being unexpectedly tickled too was very exciting.
Anyway, she got to the place where the flowers grow and started to pick some, but it wasn't long before she was discovered. The faeries who found her immediately put a spell on Isobel's clothes which made them tickle her like mad. Her dress, her knickers, her socks, her plimsolls all tickled her. She was delighted at first and rolled around on the grass laughing and thoroughly enjoying herself.
But you know how Isobel is when she gets tickled, she does get rather worked up doesn't she? Especially with the new experience of having her knickers tickle her. Well, she couldn't contain herself for too long and of course had a delicious ticklish laughing orgasm (which the faeries rather enjoyed watching to be honest). But we also know that Isobel is orders of magnitude more ticklish after an orgasm. Well, needless to say her clothes didn't stop tickling her, in fact the tickling got stronger even taking into account her increased post orgasm sensitivity this was ridiculous, she pulled all her clothes of laughing herself stupid and started to run back out of faery land, but the faeries followed here firing bursts of tickle magic at her naked body. Poor Isobel got completely lost and as a particularly well aimed burst hit her right on her bottom she fell head first into this tickle pitcher plant which promptly closed tight around her and wrapped around her ankles, holding her tight and helpless.
This is a very vulnerable position to end up in when you are naked, ticklish, AND in faery land being pursued by faeries intent on tickling you.
We join the fun just as the faeries have settled into really teaching poor Isobel a proper lesson. The backs of her thighs, and her legs and feet in general are an extremely ticklish place for her, and it makes it worse that she can't see what is going on up there.
There were only a few faeries to start with but more are arriving all the time to join the party.
Oh well, she did say she was in the mood for a little tickling.
Those little yellow feathers must be absolutely maddening mustn't they?
