fitnesstickle
2nd Level Green Feather
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- Jun 19, 2004
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I sit shirtless and barefoot in only a pair of shorts on the floor. My arms pulled back behind as my wrists are cuffed tightly together.
My ankles are then cuffed and my big toes tied together. I am ready for a very long day of having my weakness taken advantage of.
I am laid onto my back with my upper body exposed with no hope of protecting it. And my recently pedicured size 11 soft feet helplessly vulnerable.
One sits on my thighs to pin me tight to the floor, while the other sits on my shins to make completely helpless to defend myself. Not that I really want to do so anyway.
Finally it is time. I see wiggling fingers slowly decending down towards my ribs as my body involuntarily tries to wiggle because it is a natural thing no matter how much I want this to be happening. At the same time I feel my toes being pulled back to stretch out my soles for full effect.
The anticipation is exhilarating and also nervous as I am about to have my biggest weakness used against me to the pleasure of All 3 of us.
I am crazy ticklish and these 2 have my blessing to use that fact mercilessly for as long as they desire today.
Finally the wiggling fingers hit their target on my lower ribs at precisely the same time as the spidering fingers strike my arches.
I involuntarily immediately react with hysterical laughter. My 2 most sensitive and ticklish spots simultaneously being tickled until who knows when. I can do nothing, but give in and enjoy the thrill of the sweetest and most exhilarating torture I can ever endure.
I laugh and laugh like never before while completely forgetting there is an outside world. I will be forced willingly as it is, to continue to laugh as hard as is possible for an unknown time. Also experiencing the excitement of sexual arousal to a maddening level. Being tickled has always excited me and also involuntarily got me hard as a rock. The more I am tickled, the harder is stays until such time as it is provide release. So I will continue to laugh at an epic level until which time I am privileged to be milked and relieved by an off the chain orgasm. Hopefully, then I may be given a short reprieve to catch my breathe and have a conscience thought about the pleasant torture I have just endured. But, not too long, as I will be quickly attacked as agreed to start the cycle again and this time even more sensitive from the orgasm.
My ankles are then cuffed and my big toes tied together. I am ready for a very long day of having my weakness taken advantage of.
I am laid onto my back with my upper body exposed with no hope of protecting it. And my recently pedicured size 11 soft feet helplessly vulnerable.
One sits on my thighs to pin me tight to the floor, while the other sits on my shins to make completely helpless to defend myself. Not that I really want to do so anyway.
Finally it is time. I see wiggling fingers slowly decending down towards my ribs as my body involuntarily tries to wiggle because it is a natural thing no matter how much I want this to be happening. At the same time I feel my toes being pulled back to stretch out my soles for full effect.
The anticipation is exhilarating and also nervous as I am about to have my biggest weakness used against me to the pleasure of All 3 of us.
I am crazy ticklish and these 2 have my blessing to use that fact mercilessly for as long as they desire today.
Finally the wiggling fingers hit their target on my lower ribs at precisely the same time as the spidering fingers strike my arches.
I involuntarily immediately react with hysterical laughter. My 2 most sensitive and ticklish spots simultaneously being tickled until who knows when. I can do nothing, but give in and enjoy the thrill of the sweetest and most exhilarating torture I can ever endure.
I laugh and laugh like never before while completely forgetting there is an outside world. I will be forced willingly as it is, to continue to laugh as hard as is possible for an unknown time. Also experiencing the excitement of sexual arousal to a maddening level. Being tickled has always excited me and also involuntarily got me hard as a rock. The more I am tickled, the harder is stays until such time as it is provide release. So I will continue to laugh at an epic level until which time I am privileged to be milked and relieved by an off the chain orgasm. Hopefully, then I may be given a short reprieve to catch my breathe and have a conscience thought about the pleasant torture I have just endured. But, not too long, as I will be quickly attacked as agreed to start the cycle again and this time even more sensitive from the orgasm.
