Senshi1
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Good morning!
This is my third tickling pic for my new dA site, http://wife-napper.deviantart.com.
A request for a friend, this is Mrs. Senshi, a.k.a Karen, a.k.a TKLVR18, volunteering her body for science when, suddenly, a wild wardrobe malfunction appears!
Used the MacGuyver technique for this (phone cameras, printer paper, yadda yadda). Am more pleased with how it came out than my last images - consciously trying to improve, but having a blast doing it. 😉
So here you go! Please enjoy the latest dilemma of Karen and her girls!
P.S. Look out for my debut appearence as 'Show-Stealing Manly Silhouette.'
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Anyway, here we can see my long-suffering wife having naively agreed to help a friend out with a harmless science project. "It'll be fun!" he says. "Come on, help me out, here!"
Karen, ever the charitable soul, submits herself for research purposes. She's a little wary when she sees the restraints, but hey, it's okay, right? After all, her husband is right outside the observation window. Silhouetted.
She's slightly more nervous, and even a little suspicious, when she's asked to put on a bathing suit.
"The many conflicting fabrics of clothes interfere with my recording," her friend says, neglecting to mention that he records all data with a pen and a piece of paper on a stereotypical clipboard.
Karen strips down and, nervously, allows herself to be locked into place. How comfortable. Before she can ask what she does now, a number of devilish attachments assault her trapped frame. The first thing she notices are the rotational brushes, as they assault her exposed frame at a torturous 120 RPM. Caught off-guard, she howls in laughter and bucks against the restraints.
But, oh no! What's this? She bucks a little too close to the rotational brush, and YOINK! Her bikini is pulled askew by the merciless machines.
Shrieking with embarassment, she demands that the conniving contraption be cut off immediately, but her friend insists it is far too late.
"To sever the power now would throw all the recordings into disarray," he reassures her, studying her breasts academically.
Karen wiggles inside the machine and howls with laughter. Unfortunately, she has just noticed the vibrator snaking up between her legs. Coming to rest against her underwear, it stimulates her flesh at levels that make her drool. Unable to decide whether to laugh, moan, or beg, the guileless guinea pig wriggles and giggles, wondering for just how long the scheming scientist will want to record her predicament.
Meanwhile, on the otherside of the glass, I gaze helplessly through the window at the scene unfolding before me. Unfortunately, I lack the clearence to open the door myself. I KNOW they can hear me in there, but calling out is doing no good. I'm very aware that I'm standing in a public observation room, and that anyone could walk in at any time and see exactly what I'm seeing. I already tried barracading the door with a vending machine, but a janitor yelled at me, and made a lewd comment about the "redhead in the sex machine" through the window. Now all I can do is watch helplessly, and hope the experiment comes to an end before somebody else walks in.
This is my third tickling pic for my new dA site, http://wife-napper.deviantart.com.
A request for a friend, this is Mrs. Senshi, a.k.a Karen, a.k.a TKLVR18, volunteering her body for science when, suddenly, a wild wardrobe malfunction appears!
Used the MacGuyver technique for this (phone cameras, printer paper, yadda yadda). Am more pleased with how it came out than my last images - consciously trying to improve, but having a blast doing it. 😉
So here you go! Please enjoy the latest dilemma of Karen and her girls!
P.S. Look out for my debut appearence as 'Show-Stealing Manly Silhouette.'
- - - - -
Anyway, here we can see my long-suffering wife having naively agreed to help a friend out with a harmless science project. "It'll be fun!" he says. "Come on, help me out, here!"
Karen, ever the charitable soul, submits herself for research purposes. She's a little wary when she sees the restraints, but hey, it's okay, right? After all, her husband is right outside the observation window. Silhouetted.
She's slightly more nervous, and even a little suspicious, when she's asked to put on a bathing suit.
"The many conflicting fabrics of clothes interfere with my recording," her friend says, neglecting to mention that he records all data with a pen and a piece of paper on a stereotypical clipboard.
Karen strips down and, nervously, allows herself to be locked into place. How comfortable. Before she can ask what she does now, a number of devilish attachments assault her trapped frame. The first thing she notices are the rotational brushes, as they assault her exposed frame at a torturous 120 RPM. Caught off-guard, she howls in laughter and bucks against the restraints.
But, oh no! What's this? She bucks a little too close to the rotational brush, and YOINK! Her bikini is pulled askew by the merciless machines.
Shrieking with embarassment, she demands that the conniving contraption be cut off immediately, but her friend insists it is far too late.
"To sever the power now would throw all the recordings into disarray," he reassures her, studying her breasts academically.
Karen wiggles inside the machine and howls with laughter. Unfortunately, she has just noticed the vibrator snaking up between her legs. Coming to rest against her underwear, it stimulates her flesh at levels that make her drool. Unable to decide whether to laugh, moan, or beg, the guileless guinea pig wriggles and giggles, wondering for just how long the scheming scientist will want to record her predicament.
Meanwhile, on the otherside of the glass, I gaze helplessly through the window at the scene unfolding before me. Unfortunately, I lack the clearence to open the door myself. I KNOW they can hear me in there, but calling out is doing no good. I'm very aware that I'm standing in a public observation room, and that anyone could walk in at any time and see exactly what I'm seeing. I already tried barracading the door with a vending machine, but a janitor yelled at me, and made a lewd comment about the "redhead in the sex machine" through the window. Now all I can do is watch helplessly, and hope the experiment comes to an end before somebody else walks in.
