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Remote Control 5 "Return of the LER" M/F *orgasm*
Alex avoided the Planetarium for a while. It was probably just as well anyway. He wasn’t so sure that he wasn’t already banned from the place after what happen there the last time. http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=69877
In the back of his mind, he was plotting his tickle revenge. It had to be something good. He had been ‘forced’ into a LEE situation the last time. Not in a million years did he think that could happen… but it did. “A few more tickle sessions like that,” he thought to himself “and I’ll turn LEE, sure enough.” He contemplated this for a little bit. That would shove him towards being a ’switch’ at the very least. Would that be so bad? He justified it in his mind as he continued flipping through the technical journal he was casually reading. He turned the page and suddenly, there on the page, the question to his tickle revenge was answered.
No doubt, it was the latest ’thing’. No doubt, it was expensive. Alex grinned as he realized, “No doubt, it would work…”
Helen received the package COD… She laughed to herself.
“Naturally”
The package was a little larger than a bowling ball. And in fact, that’s what she though it was, initially. She opened the top of the box, and peeked inside… yeah, round, shiny, black… yet, it was clearly not a bowling ball. She took it out of the box and turned it around in her hands. It was a helmet.
“But I don’t even own a motorcycle” she said to herself, and wondered how ridiculous she would look if she were to use it with her bicycle. Fortunately there was also a small note, along with the helmet. She scanned the message, once, twice… it was incredible:
“Hello Helen,
Hope that this finds you well and ready for your… ‘punishment’. This is in fact a virtual reality headset, of sorts. But it is much more than that. It also interacts with your brain, so that you not only see the simulation, but feel it as well. I won’t go into any details now, suffice it to say that this piece of headgear will for all practical purposes, immerse you into a 3 dimensional world, sight, sound, smell,… touch. After all, It’s your brain that controls it all and makes it real, does it not?
I have one as well… this in fact, is one of the prototypes…”
Helen let the small piece of paper fall through her trembling fingertips. It gently rocked back and forth through the still air until it came to rest at her feet.
It was simply unbelievable… she had heard of such predictions, but they seemed far away visions, things her children’s children might witness… in time. She picked up the helmet and weighed it in her hand, bouncing it up and down. It was slightly more than she had expected, but certainly within reason. There was a small green light, slowly flashing, above the temple. Helen scrambled to retrieve the paper on the floor. There was a list of functions printed on the back page. She traced a finger down the list.
Green flashing: Connection with another unit has been established.
Helen nervously, slowly, held the helmet over her head… and carefully pulled it down over her ears… There was a faint hiss, and then a pop… Helen chuckled, “Just like Darth Vader”. There was no visor to bring down, as the helmet enveloped her head, down to her chin. She blinked… it was very dark at first, but gradually she could make out faint edges to all the objects in the room.. It was in fact, her room, or at least it was a close resemblance to her own bedroom. She tilted her head and the objects on her visor titled along the same parameters. She reached out with her right hand, and could ’see’ her hand tracking a path along the ’screen’. Amazing… Helen looked just beyond the visual range of the apparatus, at the top. Suddenly a menu slowly expanded and she was apparently given a choice:
Brightness:
Volume:
Fan motor:
First Person:
Second Person:
Other:
Each choice opened up other choices… it was clear that there were almost an infinite number of settings to choose from. To choose, all she had to do was to stare at the menu description, and when it changed color, blink. The new setting then reverted to it’s original color, and then the choice was made. Just as she was becoming comfortable with her new environment settings, Helen heard a familiar voice behind her, and to the left. She turned her head quickly and there for all practical purposes stood Alex. Yet… she knew very good and well, in reality, he was several States away from her.
“Certainly nice to see you Helen…”
Alex’s voice was calm in her earpiece… She slowly walked around him as he stood of the middle of the room. The illusion was extremely convincing. She reached up, took off the helmet and his image vanished. Helen was once more ‘alone’. She swallowed and put the headpiece back on. Alex’s image flickered for just an instant, then solidified into ’normalcy’. Helen reached out with her hand, saw her arm extend in the visor and touch the shoulder of Alex’s image. She felt the familiar pressure on her fingertips as she gently squeezed. The signals were absorbed into her brain from the headgear and back again. It was seamless communication with no delay of any kind.
“Cool, isn’t it…” Alex softly chuckled. It was like watching a baby testing out his environment for the first time.
“Now switch the person setting” he suggested.
Helen stared at the top of the screen, pulled down the main menu and selected Second Person. Instantly she saw herself, standing in front of herself, as though she were standing in front of a mirror. She reached out and touched the tip of her nose. But it was HER nose, the others nose. Visually, it was a little disconcerting. Your ’twin’ touching you, yet all the while, feeling the sensation as the other person senses it. It was all too much… she quickly flipped the Person Setting back…
She laughed. “Masturbators dream, I suppose.”
Alex laughed too. “Yeah…”
Alex quickly flipped through several menus and programs within his visor and instantly Helen found herself naked and constrained on a leather, plushy padded, Y shaped table. Being suddenly thrust horizontally, Helen didn’t know which side was up at first… there was gravity still in play, but it was like waking up from a deep sleep, with your back against a wall. She moaned at the instant ‘hangover’ the sudden sensation caused. Then she realized that she couldn’t move… more helmet tricks? She took the headpiece off and suddenly a siren blared from within. It was overpowering, and the act of putting the thing back on seem rather counter intuitive at the time, but once she did… the noise stopped, however her ’situation’ seemingly remained. It was the program, through the helmet, telling her brain that she couldn’t move. And as we all know, the brain always wins…
Helen watched as Alex picked up an ostrich feather duster from a nearby table. He was standing next to her spread legs, in front of her mentally trapped, bare feet. She was immediately thrown into a panic as she fought to free herself, to even move. Yet her mind would not relinquish the physics Alex had imposed. She could see him touching her inner thighs with the great plume. She moved the viewing angle in her helmet, so now it became ‘the feather cam” and she could see what was happening from the dusters perspective. But more importantly, she could feel the light tingle in her inner thighs as the feather duster flicked and swished it’s way towards the junction of her legs. It was all happening so fast. She had barely had time to even mentally prepare. Helen immediately broke into a fit of giggles as the feather duster methodically made it’s way, occasionally hovering over the more ticklish places on her legs.
“Theres a little bit of switch in all of us, isn’t there Helen…”
Alex had changed the visual settings to correspond with Helen’s so that now, he was seeing what she was seeing. This had the added benefit for Alex, for now he could ‘see’ what Helen was interested in and could interact accordingly. It made the whole experience, more intensive for them both.
“HAHAHA…. NO!!!! HAHAHA!!!… PLEASE!!!! HAHAHA!!!”
Helen fought to communicate her wishes through the spasmodic laughter. It was like she were riding some giant wave of laughter and she was trying to keep in front of it… but to no avail.
By this time the ostrich feather duster had reached her exposed vulva. Alex swished the duster up and down, repeatedly across her labia majora as Helen giggled and then… moaned. Alex continued tickling her labia until he could see the lips of her labia minora poking out. Helen started making guttural moans and giggles as Alex plucked out a single feather from the duster and began to trace her blushing minora folds with it’s tip.
“Oh… Alex… Mmmm…”
He looked over his shoulder and watched her toes curl.
“MMMMmmm… don’t stop… hehe… please… not now…”
Alex resumed his duties and slowly waved the single plume over her wetness, painting an imaginary wet line with it, up and down… continually… unrelenting…
“Oh yeah… MMMmmm… that’s the spot…”
By this time the wetness had caused the feather to congeal into a somewhat largish, thin pin shaped feather as Alex stroked its length against her emerging clitoris. Yet Helen could not move an inch. She thrust her pelvis as far forward as she could, inviting the unending ticklish sensation in. She had never been on the ‘brink’ of an orgasm for so long before. Alex flipped the feather over and began using the pointy end… teasing and nudging her swollen, throbbing clit back and forth. Helen felt like she was going to black out as her breaths came in hitching spasms. Alex picked up a fresh feather and continued tickling Helen's clitoris. The feather’s tip became tangled, wrapped around her hard nub.
“OH…. AHH…. AHH…”
Each vocal effort rising with pitch, volume and intensity.
“AHHH… HUH… HUHHH GR….HAHA!!!”
The individual barbules of the drenched feather’s tip, tugging at her pleasure point.
“I”M GONNA CUM!!!!”
The twisted tip slowly released her trapped member by the end of the orgasm. She had never had an orgasm like this one, to be held on the brink like that. It was exquisite.
“AHHHHH!!!!!! Ahhhh…. MMMM… mmmm…. “
Her visor faded to black, as Helen drifted off into a state of blissful unconsciousness.
Alex took his helmet off and looked down at Helen, who was fully clothed, sitting upright on the couch, asleep. He gingery took off her helmet, so as not to awaken her, only to discover that her hair was drenched with sweat. He carefully laid her head down on a nearby cushion and looked down at her.
“Well, I guess this makes us even… huh.”
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The next installment can be found here: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=81577
Alex avoided the Planetarium for a while. It was probably just as well anyway. He wasn’t so sure that he wasn’t already banned from the place after what happen there the last time. http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=69877
In the back of his mind, he was plotting his tickle revenge. It had to be something good. He had been ‘forced’ into a LEE situation the last time. Not in a million years did he think that could happen… but it did. “A few more tickle sessions like that,” he thought to himself “and I’ll turn LEE, sure enough.” He contemplated this for a little bit. That would shove him towards being a ’switch’ at the very least. Would that be so bad? He justified it in his mind as he continued flipping through the technical journal he was casually reading. He turned the page and suddenly, there on the page, the question to his tickle revenge was answered.
No doubt, it was the latest ’thing’. No doubt, it was expensive. Alex grinned as he realized, “No doubt, it would work…”
Helen received the package COD… She laughed to herself.
“Naturally”
The package was a little larger than a bowling ball. And in fact, that’s what she though it was, initially. She opened the top of the box, and peeked inside… yeah, round, shiny, black… yet, it was clearly not a bowling ball. She took it out of the box and turned it around in her hands. It was a helmet.
“But I don’t even own a motorcycle” she said to herself, and wondered how ridiculous she would look if she were to use it with her bicycle. Fortunately there was also a small note, along with the helmet. She scanned the message, once, twice… it was incredible:
“Hello Helen,
Hope that this finds you well and ready for your… ‘punishment’. This is in fact a virtual reality headset, of sorts. But it is much more than that. It also interacts with your brain, so that you not only see the simulation, but feel it as well. I won’t go into any details now, suffice it to say that this piece of headgear will for all practical purposes, immerse you into a 3 dimensional world, sight, sound, smell,… touch. After all, It’s your brain that controls it all and makes it real, does it not?
I have one as well… this in fact, is one of the prototypes…”
Helen let the small piece of paper fall through her trembling fingertips. It gently rocked back and forth through the still air until it came to rest at her feet.
It was simply unbelievable… she had heard of such predictions, but they seemed far away visions, things her children’s children might witness… in time. She picked up the helmet and weighed it in her hand, bouncing it up and down. It was slightly more than she had expected, but certainly within reason. There was a small green light, slowly flashing, above the temple. Helen scrambled to retrieve the paper on the floor. There was a list of functions printed on the back page. She traced a finger down the list.
Green flashing: Connection with another unit has been established.
Helen nervously, slowly, held the helmet over her head… and carefully pulled it down over her ears… There was a faint hiss, and then a pop… Helen chuckled, “Just like Darth Vader”. There was no visor to bring down, as the helmet enveloped her head, down to her chin. She blinked… it was very dark at first, but gradually she could make out faint edges to all the objects in the room.. It was in fact, her room, or at least it was a close resemblance to her own bedroom. She tilted her head and the objects on her visor titled along the same parameters. She reached out with her right hand, and could ’see’ her hand tracking a path along the ’screen’. Amazing… Helen looked just beyond the visual range of the apparatus, at the top. Suddenly a menu slowly expanded and she was apparently given a choice:
Brightness:
Volume:
Fan motor:
First Person:
Second Person:
Other:
Each choice opened up other choices… it was clear that there were almost an infinite number of settings to choose from. To choose, all she had to do was to stare at the menu description, and when it changed color, blink. The new setting then reverted to it’s original color, and then the choice was made. Just as she was becoming comfortable with her new environment settings, Helen heard a familiar voice behind her, and to the left. She turned her head quickly and there for all practical purposes stood Alex. Yet… she knew very good and well, in reality, he was several States away from her.
“Certainly nice to see you Helen…”
Alex’s voice was calm in her earpiece… She slowly walked around him as he stood of the middle of the room. The illusion was extremely convincing. She reached up, took off the helmet and his image vanished. Helen was once more ‘alone’. She swallowed and put the headpiece back on. Alex’s image flickered for just an instant, then solidified into ’normalcy’. Helen reached out with her hand, saw her arm extend in the visor and touch the shoulder of Alex’s image. She felt the familiar pressure on her fingertips as she gently squeezed. The signals were absorbed into her brain from the headgear and back again. It was seamless communication with no delay of any kind.
“Cool, isn’t it…” Alex softly chuckled. It was like watching a baby testing out his environment for the first time.
“Now switch the person setting” he suggested.
Helen stared at the top of the screen, pulled down the main menu and selected Second Person. Instantly she saw herself, standing in front of herself, as though she were standing in front of a mirror. She reached out and touched the tip of her nose. But it was HER nose, the others nose. Visually, it was a little disconcerting. Your ’twin’ touching you, yet all the while, feeling the sensation as the other person senses it. It was all too much… she quickly flipped the Person Setting back…
She laughed. “Masturbators dream, I suppose.”
Alex laughed too. “Yeah…”
Alex quickly flipped through several menus and programs within his visor and instantly Helen found herself naked and constrained on a leather, plushy padded, Y shaped table. Being suddenly thrust horizontally, Helen didn’t know which side was up at first… there was gravity still in play, but it was like waking up from a deep sleep, with your back against a wall. She moaned at the instant ‘hangover’ the sudden sensation caused. Then she realized that she couldn’t move… more helmet tricks? She took the headpiece off and suddenly a siren blared from within. It was overpowering, and the act of putting the thing back on seem rather counter intuitive at the time, but once she did… the noise stopped, however her ’situation’ seemingly remained. It was the program, through the helmet, telling her brain that she couldn’t move. And as we all know, the brain always wins…
Helen watched as Alex picked up an ostrich feather duster from a nearby table. He was standing next to her spread legs, in front of her mentally trapped, bare feet. She was immediately thrown into a panic as she fought to free herself, to even move. Yet her mind would not relinquish the physics Alex had imposed. She could see him touching her inner thighs with the great plume. She moved the viewing angle in her helmet, so now it became ‘the feather cam” and she could see what was happening from the dusters perspective. But more importantly, she could feel the light tingle in her inner thighs as the feather duster flicked and swished it’s way towards the junction of her legs. It was all happening so fast. She had barely had time to even mentally prepare. Helen immediately broke into a fit of giggles as the feather duster methodically made it’s way, occasionally hovering over the more ticklish places on her legs.
“Theres a little bit of switch in all of us, isn’t there Helen…”
Alex had changed the visual settings to correspond with Helen’s so that now, he was seeing what she was seeing. This had the added benefit for Alex, for now he could ‘see’ what Helen was interested in and could interact accordingly. It made the whole experience, more intensive for them both.
“HAHAHA…. NO!!!! HAHAHA!!!… PLEASE!!!! HAHAHA!!!”
Helen fought to communicate her wishes through the spasmodic laughter. It was like she were riding some giant wave of laughter and she was trying to keep in front of it… but to no avail.
By this time the ostrich feather duster had reached her exposed vulva. Alex swished the duster up and down, repeatedly across her labia majora as Helen giggled and then… moaned. Alex continued tickling her labia until he could see the lips of her labia minora poking out. Helen started making guttural moans and giggles as Alex plucked out a single feather from the duster and began to trace her blushing minora folds with it’s tip.
“Oh… Alex… Mmmm…”
He looked over his shoulder and watched her toes curl.
“MMMMmmm… don’t stop… hehe… please… not now…”
Alex resumed his duties and slowly waved the single plume over her wetness, painting an imaginary wet line with it, up and down… continually… unrelenting…
“Oh yeah… MMMmmm… that’s the spot…”
By this time the wetness had caused the feather to congeal into a somewhat largish, thin pin shaped feather as Alex stroked its length against her emerging clitoris. Yet Helen could not move an inch. She thrust her pelvis as far forward as she could, inviting the unending ticklish sensation in. She had never been on the ‘brink’ of an orgasm for so long before. Alex flipped the feather over and began using the pointy end… teasing and nudging her swollen, throbbing clit back and forth. Helen felt like she was going to black out as her breaths came in hitching spasms. Alex picked up a fresh feather and continued tickling Helen's clitoris. The feather’s tip became tangled, wrapped around her hard nub.
“OH…. AHH…. AHH…”
Each vocal effort rising with pitch, volume and intensity.
“AHHH… HUH… HUHHH GR….HAHA!!!”
The individual barbules of the drenched feather’s tip, tugging at her pleasure point.
“I”M GONNA CUM!!!!”
The twisted tip slowly released her trapped member by the end of the orgasm. She had never had an orgasm like this one, to be held on the brink like that. It was exquisite.
“AHHHHH!!!!!! Ahhhh…. MMMM… mmmm…. “
Her visor faded to black, as Helen drifted off into a state of blissful unconsciousness.
Alex took his helmet off and looked down at Helen, who was fully clothed, sitting upright on the couch, asleep. He gingery took off her helmet, so as not to awaken her, only to discover that her hair was drenched with sweat. He carefully laid her head down on a nearby cushion and looked down at her.
“Well, I guess this makes us even… huh.”
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The next installment can be found here: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=81577
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