Volsung1
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Sandra flipped open the laptop and loaded the Second Life Browser program. She was definitely in one of her naughty moods. She quickly typed in her password and hit the return key. Her avatar and the familiar surroundings gradually came into focus. She discovered that one of her friends Volsung, was standing next to her. The images finally finished loading as she greeted him:
“Hey there guy… it’s nice to see you… we haven’t played… or talked in a while you know.”
“You too Sandra… seems like we have some unfinished business to take care of, don’t we?”
Both avatars shifted their body positions around within this virtual space. It was easy to imagine that they were somehow ‘real’. Volsung was a slightly older character than Sandra’s. Actually, Sandra liked that. It was a nice change of pace to interact with an atypical avi. Besides, the apparent age difference made her feel more vulnerable from a ‘lee’s’ perspective. The reverse was true also, when she wanted to play ‘ler’. It was hot for her to think that she was somehow controlling an ‘older’ man within the tickling scenarios.
“Yes, I’ve been looking forward to this for quite some time now.”
Sandra wiggled in her seat and bit her bottom lip. It was always hard to start a role-play… well, for her anyway. The way it usually played out was that it was the guys job to set it up. When she was ‘lee-ing’ she just enjoyed following along basically. Unless she was feeling really horny of course… and this was one of those times. She had to feed her libido right now! She looked around the room. She clicked on the tickle rack in the corner. It glowed immediately and Sandra issued the capture command. Suddenly Volsung was thrust on to it. She quickly set the lock and Volsung’s stand button became transparent. He was trapped. Sandra let her mind float into the game. She was excited to see the trapped form struggling on the metal frame, unable to flee. Now she could indulge her fantasies at will… She moved the cursor over the rack’s menu and selected the strip function. Gradually, Volsungs clothes disintegrated, leaving only a helpless, naked form on the tickle rack… His penis was quite realistic and flaccid. His feet were not the default type (thank God). She had seen a picture of his real feet in his “1st Life” profile. It was quite easy for her to imagine that this… this vulnerable, exposed, person was in fact ‘real’… she staved off her natural impulse to touch herself. She stared at his dangling feet, and pictured his real feet, poised here for her to play with. She picked up a nearby feather and brushed the palm of her hand with it. It felt light and fluffy. The hairs on her neck prickled.
“How careless to have these things lying about… isn’t it…”
“Now Sandra, I only thought we might have a nice chat, you know, a proper chat.”
Volsung often would ramble when he was trapped and helpless. Sandra grinned and touched the tip of the feather below the balls of his feet… She swished the soft plume back and forth with her wrist. Volsung emitted a choked giggle and fought to ignore the madding tickle. The feather stroked the middle of his sole… up and down. Sandra could not help but to laugh at his predicament. She knew exactly how much this tickled, what it felt like, were it done to her. She thanked her lucky stars that she was a ‘switch’ and could relate with both affiliations. Volsung lost the last ounce of control and began to laugh freely. It was such a simple, elementary thing, but it only made her more and more horny with every ticklish moment… She wiggled in her chair, felt the wetness around her panties. Male laughter came out of the speakers of her laptop. She stared at the writhing figure, mercilessly being tortured and tickled. She reached down and unbuckled her jeans. She was totally engrossed with the complete loss of control. but she wanted more…
Sandra quickly pulled down the rack menu and clicked on the switch button. Suddenly the roles were reversed. She was on the rack, and it was Volsung, who was standing in front of her, feather in hand. She could almost hear the blood, pounding in her ears as her tickle fetish overtook her mental faculties. Volsung leapt at the newly acquired freedom and picked up the feather.
“Tit for tat, as they say…”
He simply loved double entendre, and used it whenever he could.
In a flash, she found herself nude on the rack, just as he had been.
“tit for tat…”
Volsung grinned and began to move the feather over various parts of her breasts… he noted the more ticklish areas but was pleased to find that it really didn’t make much difference exactly where the feather’s tip touched. She could actually feel her nipples harden as she quickly fell into a ticklish ‘loop’ of laughter, free and unrestrained.
“Seems like to me, you clearly have more erogenous zones to tickle my dear.”
Sandra slipped off her jeans, past her wet panties, down to her ankles.
“Any ‘par tickle you ler’ area you want me to explore?”
Sandra grabbed her jeans and flung them across the room…
“Very punny…No… you’re doing… just…. fine…”
She caught herself breathing hard, like she had been running or something.
Volsung took the feather and began making criss-crosses with it across her stretched stomach. The laugher became louder and more urgent.
Sandra picked up the feather that was on her desk and began to stroke her inner thighs with it.
The sound of melodious female laughter coming from the laptop, pushed her closer and closer to a forgone conclusion as she started to mimic the feathered movements on the screen with her own.
But…
She was suddenly thrust again, onto a different apparatus altogether. This one was an examination table. On one side of the table was a TV monitor. There was a rather well defined picture of a pair of naked soles that took up the whole frame the TV. She looked down and saw that she was tied with rope, extremely tight. She tested the strength of her bonds… she couldn’t move a muscle. The ‘cocoon’ of rope was then tied to the table. There was no escape whatsoever. She studied the soles picture on the screen and gasped at the realization, that the soles she was examining were in fact, her own… It was unbelievable! Each toe was neatly and expertly tied off, so that the toes were spread to their fullest extent.
“Damn…”
Her mouth flopped open, and her chin touched her neck.
“OMG”
Volsung suddenly began to lick and suck her toes… once again, she was forced to watch this on the monitor… to actually see it happening! He pushed his wet tongue in between her slender toes… tickling, teasing and tormenting… Taking each toe and kissing it… sucking it slowly into his wet mouth and playing with it inside of his mouth… Two toes at once, three…
Sandra picked up another feather and began to tickle her labia with it… the wetness caused the feather to congeal and become thinner. She fingered herself open and began to feather tickle her clitoral hood, teasingly at first.
Volsung brought a feather closer to her soles as the same feather entered from the side of the picture frame… She began to talk incoherently as he waved the feather closer and closer to her immobile feet. It was like watching an out of body experience… it played tricks with her mind… she actually saw her OWN soles, about to be feather tickled! She was mesmerized and horrified at the same time. Then she saw contact and instantaneously felt the feather teasing and exciting every nerve ending, forcing her with nonstop, uncontrollable pleasure. She laughed and bucked like a thing possessed. Unable to stop the sensation… Forced to watch as the feather turned and twisted in between her fanned toes.
Sandra feather tickled her throbbing clitoris with the same intensity and was just about to come herself… but she couldn’t take her eyes off the screen as the feather tickled her feet… maniacally, relentlessly… she was so wet… throbbing… laughing and coming all at once! The feather, enveloped with her essence… wet, sticky… it tickles so much!!!
OH MY GOD!!!!
The orgasm came like a rushing wind, waves of pleasure… cascading ripples of ecstasy.
“You gotta love this game….”
“Hey there guy… it’s nice to see you… we haven’t played… or talked in a while you know.”
“You too Sandra… seems like we have some unfinished business to take care of, don’t we?”
Both avatars shifted their body positions around within this virtual space. It was easy to imagine that they were somehow ‘real’. Volsung was a slightly older character than Sandra’s. Actually, Sandra liked that. It was a nice change of pace to interact with an atypical avi. Besides, the apparent age difference made her feel more vulnerable from a ‘lee’s’ perspective. The reverse was true also, when she wanted to play ‘ler’. It was hot for her to think that she was somehow controlling an ‘older’ man within the tickling scenarios.
“Yes, I’ve been looking forward to this for quite some time now.”
Sandra wiggled in her seat and bit her bottom lip. It was always hard to start a role-play… well, for her anyway. The way it usually played out was that it was the guys job to set it up. When she was ‘lee-ing’ she just enjoyed following along basically. Unless she was feeling really horny of course… and this was one of those times. She had to feed her libido right now! She looked around the room. She clicked on the tickle rack in the corner. It glowed immediately and Sandra issued the capture command. Suddenly Volsung was thrust on to it. She quickly set the lock and Volsung’s stand button became transparent. He was trapped. Sandra let her mind float into the game. She was excited to see the trapped form struggling on the metal frame, unable to flee. Now she could indulge her fantasies at will… She moved the cursor over the rack’s menu and selected the strip function. Gradually, Volsungs clothes disintegrated, leaving only a helpless, naked form on the tickle rack… His penis was quite realistic and flaccid. His feet were not the default type (thank God). She had seen a picture of his real feet in his “1st Life” profile. It was quite easy for her to imagine that this… this vulnerable, exposed, person was in fact ‘real’… she staved off her natural impulse to touch herself. She stared at his dangling feet, and pictured his real feet, poised here for her to play with. She picked up a nearby feather and brushed the palm of her hand with it. It felt light and fluffy. The hairs on her neck prickled.
“How careless to have these things lying about… isn’t it…”
“Now Sandra, I only thought we might have a nice chat, you know, a proper chat.”
Volsung often would ramble when he was trapped and helpless. Sandra grinned and touched the tip of the feather below the balls of his feet… She swished the soft plume back and forth with her wrist. Volsung emitted a choked giggle and fought to ignore the madding tickle. The feather stroked the middle of his sole… up and down. Sandra could not help but to laugh at his predicament. She knew exactly how much this tickled, what it felt like, were it done to her. She thanked her lucky stars that she was a ‘switch’ and could relate with both affiliations. Volsung lost the last ounce of control and began to laugh freely. It was such a simple, elementary thing, but it only made her more and more horny with every ticklish moment… She wiggled in her chair, felt the wetness around her panties. Male laughter came out of the speakers of her laptop. She stared at the writhing figure, mercilessly being tortured and tickled. She reached down and unbuckled her jeans. She was totally engrossed with the complete loss of control. but she wanted more…
Sandra quickly pulled down the rack menu and clicked on the switch button. Suddenly the roles were reversed. She was on the rack, and it was Volsung, who was standing in front of her, feather in hand. She could almost hear the blood, pounding in her ears as her tickle fetish overtook her mental faculties. Volsung leapt at the newly acquired freedom and picked up the feather.
“Tit for tat, as they say…”
He simply loved double entendre, and used it whenever he could.
In a flash, she found herself nude on the rack, just as he had been.
“tit for tat…”
Volsung grinned and began to move the feather over various parts of her breasts… he noted the more ticklish areas but was pleased to find that it really didn’t make much difference exactly where the feather’s tip touched. She could actually feel her nipples harden as she quickly fell into a ticklish ‘loop’ of laughter, free and unrestrained.
“Seems like to me, you clearly have more erogenous zones to tickle my dear.”
Sandra slipped off her jeans, past her wet panties, down to her ankles.
“Any ‘par tickle you ler’ area you want me to explore?”
Sandra grabbed her jeans and flung them across the room…
“Very punny…No… you’re doing… just…. fine…”
She caught herself breathing hard, like she had been running or something.
Volsung took the feather and began making criss-crosses with it across her stretched stomach. The laugher became louder and more urgent.
Sandra picked up the feather that was on her desk and began to stroke her inner thighs with it.
The sound of melodious female laughter coming from the laptop, pushed her closer and closer to a forgone conclusion as she started to mimic the feathered movements on the screen with her own.
But…
She was suddenly thrust again, onto a different apparatus altogether. This one was an examination table. On one side of the table was a TV monitor. There was a rather well defined picture of a pair of naked soles that took up the whole frame the TV. She looked down and saw that she was tied with rope, extremely tight. She tested the strength of her bonds… she couldn’t move a muscle. The ‘cocoon’ of rope was then tied to the table. There was no escape whatsoever. She studied the soles picture on the screen and gasped at the realization, that the soles she was examining were in fact, her own… It was unbelievable! Each toe was neatly and expertly tied off, so that the toes were spread to their fullest extent.
“Damn…”
Her mouth flopped open, and her chin touched her neck.
“OMG”
Volsung suddenly began to lick and suck her toes… once again, she was forced to watch this on the monitor… to actually see it happening! He pushed his wet tongue in between her slender toes… tickling, teasing and tormenting… Taking each toe and kissing it… sucking it slowly into his wet mouth and playing with it inside of his mouth… Two toes at once, three…
Sandra picked up another feather and began to tickle her labia with it… the wetness caused the feather to congeal and become thinner. She fingered herself open and began to feather tickle her clitoral hood, teasingly at first.
Volsung brought a feather closer to her soles as the same feather entered from the side of the picture frame… She began to talk incoherently as he waved the feather closer and closer to her immobile feet. It was like watching an out of body experience… it played tricks with her mind… she actually saw her OWN soles, about to be feather tickled! She was mesmerized and horrified at the same time. Then she saw contact and instantaneously felt the feather teasing and exciting every nerve ending, forcing her with nonstop, uncontrollable pleasure. She laughed and bucked like a thing possessed. Unable to stop the sensation… Forced to watch as the feather turned and twisted in between her fanned toes.
Sandra feather tickled her throbbing clitoris with the same intensity and was just about to come herself… but she couldn’t take her eyes off the screen as the feather tickled her feet… maniacally, relentlessly… she was so wet… throbbing… laughing and coming all at once! The feather, enveloped with her essence… wet, sticky… it tickles so much!!!
OH MY GOD!!!!
The orgasm came like a rushing wind, waves of pleasure… cascading ripples of ecstasy.
“You gotta love this game….”
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