(sorry if this weirds you out....and sorry there's not more tickling involved....please let me know how bad it sucked)
CHAPTER 1 THE DELIVERY
A horn honks three times outside, so I clamber out of bed all bleary-eyed, shoving shapely arms and legs off me, pushing long tangles of hair away from my face, and begin the morning climb over the usual pile of bound limbs sprawled all over my bedroom floor. Some of the girls are already awake and "Mmph...mmph"-ing through their gags.
I stagger out to the living room. It's pitch dark from drawn shades, so I slap the nearest Lamp-Girl's buttocks and the light comes on- she stands erect, tied to a pole, and naked; a lightbulb affixed to the gag in her mouth which it is her sole duty to switch on and off at my request by clicking it with her teeth. Good girl! I clap twice and the Feather-Maid crawls across the carpet (bound on hands and knees with a feather duster clenched between her teeth) and kneels to "reward" the Lamp-Girl with a few minutes of feather-tickles. I hear her wriggle and giggle through her gag...
The delivery man's been waiting patiently. "Three more today" he says. He understands my position, he has the same trouble at home too. Everybody does nowadays.
I sign for today's crate-load; such a nuisance. I hear them moving around inside, struggling against the packing bands. Where am I going to keep them all??
Multiple hands grab me from behind, caressing, seeking my nipples, my face, running through my hair....At least two of the girls have wriggled out again, a petite brunette and a tall black woman.
"Come on" I sigh, "We haven't even had breakfast yet!"
I lead them towards the kitchen, re-fastening the Bond-strips to their wrists and ankles. They seem not to really notice this. The Strips leave them enough slack to handle domestic chores, but not enough to run all around. These two can usually be coaxed into making breakfast for the reast of us, you just gotta watch them or they'll start sexing each other up in the kitchen, and then the eggs'll burn. Awp! They're at it already...
While breakfast is cooking I check on the girls in the back yard, tied to the trees. The first one, a pretty blond, looks pretty frazzled like she didn't get a minute's sleep. I loose her gag to see if she's ok.
"A squirrell was making a little nest on the tree all night" she said, "it's tail kept tickling my sides." Then with a slight blush and a coy smile "I howled all night but you couldn't hear me cause you keep me gagged!... And I kinda liked it." (Translate: "Wish YOU would tickle me like that all night, baby")
I send the maids out to hand-feed the women tied to the trees. Once everyone is fed, it's bath-time.
I posted this little tip online- rather than go through the hassle of scrubbing and showering each woman individually, which can take all day in a tub, I just run the sprinklers and watch them frolic in the back yard! I still enjoy the look of shock as the cold water first hits the tree-girls, and then the loose women (no pun intended, but that was pretty good!) lather them up and scrub them down for an hour or two. They'll be totally engrossed in each other and I can relax in peace and quiet before the day's Tickling-Marathon begins.
I can already hear taunts and giggles coming from the back yard.
A plane flies by trailing the usual message behind it; "It is every man's Daily Duty to thoroughly Tickle his Women!"
I'll do that later. After I've had some "me-time".
Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy tormenting hundreds of little toes at a time, dozens of fine smooth feet restrained in rows of shelves on my State-Subsidized "Tickling Wall". The roars of laughter, the sighs and gasps for breath as the Maids help me out with their feather dusters. The mass of Women's bodies squirming in their restraints, pleading for us to stop yet always wanting more....
I enjoy building special bondage devices, some from catalogs (like the "Lamp" arrangement) others of my own design, and I alway have plenty of willing "volunteers" to test them out on. But not first thing in the morning- not when I'm tired from a longt night of rassling with six semi-restrained nymphos in my bedroom...
I settle in to read a random story from "The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes" when I hear a little squeal from under the chair. Oops! I forgot about yesterday's blond! She's still hog-tied and gagged under my reading chair. Oh well, too tired to let her loose right now, the maids can take care of her after bath-time.
CHAPTER 2 WHAT THE F HAPPENED???
OooooKaaayyyy.....Explanation time.
I know this doesn't sound like ordinary life on Earth in 2009, and you're correct it's not- the year is 2013. Something happened on 12/21/2012 alright, but not what anyone would have expected. (Actually it happened on the 19th but the full effects didn't hit the world until the 21st)
Hold on, a redhead's twisted her ankle, I gotta take care of this....
...OK where was I? (I'm all covered in kiss-marks now, like in a cartoon!)
Stories differ about What Really Happened. Every day there's a new "Explanation" Special on CNN- an accident happened at CERN particle accelerator, ripping a hole in reality; a nano-assembler-machine run amok from the distant future; UFO Invader's genetically engineered Pod-People; or my fav, some Geek in Pahrump Nevada claims to have found an actual Genie in a bottle and really got his wish...
The end result is what you see here; overnight the world became FILLED with GORGEOUS NUBILE FEMALE NYMPHO-TICKLEPHILES! All in their early 20s, they just appeared out of thin air, and more are appearing every day.
Well, it was great at first- I'd just broke up with my girlfriend when lo and behold, three nearly-naked women came knocking on my door asking for a foursome. A blond, a brunette, and the same black girl I mentioned earlier, these were the first.
I grabbed for my gun, figured it was a trick or maybe they'd come to rob me, but too late! They pushed their way in the door FAST and started ripping my clothes off. I'll tell you, within minutes I'd forgotten about my gun...They brought me to the brink, SEVERAL times, and then all at once backed off.
"Oh no, here it comes" I thought, "Whatever the scam is they're gonna do it now. My ex musta set this up!"
Instead they fell on their knees, and IN UNISON literally BEGGED me to tie them up! "Please, Master" can you imagine how hot this is in three voices at once?!? "Please master, please tie us up!" They all held their hands forward in a "cuff-me" pose. I obliged. All I could find were some old bungee cords. I tied them carefully so the bungee's hooks wouldn't dig into their soft skin.
"Well ladies" I began, standing over them masterfully, "where shall we begin?" I started caressing their smooth skin, watching them wriggle a bit, moan a little.
Then in breathless unison "Please master, tickle us!"
Happy to oblige!!! There's nothing quite like having three women tied together on your living room carpet, begging you to have your dearest wish with them! (I've had a tickling fetish since who-knows-when) There's nothing like the gratitude in one's eyes as you give her a little breather, only to really "give it" to the girl she's tied up next to. And my favorite game, I'll just work on one woman for a long while, as the other watch in horrified anticipation....
More women arrived. And more. And even more. I was up to twelve within the first week, sleeping wherever they could find space in my house. Where did they come from? I lost count around 30...
None of them ever mentioned parents or family- and that's the suckiest part, really, not one of them is good for a decent conversation, ever. But they can be taught to cook and clean...sort-of...
(So nowadays every man's got a housefull of Magazine covers come to life at home, and we STILL go out on dates with "real" women when we can FIND one, just to have a real conversation!)
The state "Dog-Catchers" (or "boob-Catchers") round them up as they appear, just wandering in the fields, and deliver them almost daily to each household for "home-care". They've replaced some of the workforce- many of them sweat in factories all day, getting whipped and enjoying it- but they're not all that productive.
The Lesbian Alliance sponsors a Euthanasia bill in Congress, but there's no takers on that yet, thank goodness.
So we house and feed them, clothe them (heh heh sometimes) and make the best of a really weird situation. (Could be worse- North Korea gets a daily shipment of Mother-in-Laws!!! Sorry, that's a Jay Leno joke, he's back doing the Tonight Show again)
OMG, I forgot about todays batch! The idiot forgot to punch holes in the box so they can breathe!! Gotta go now....
CHAPTER 1 THE DELIVERY
A horn honks three times outside, so I clamber out of bed all bleary-eyed, shoving shapely arms and legs off me, pushing long tangles of hair away from my face, and begin the morning climb over the usual pile of bound limbs sprawled all over my bedroom floor. Some of the girls are already awake and "Mmph...mmph"-ing through their gags.
I stagger out to the living room. It's pitch dark from drawn shades, so I slap the nearest Lamp-Girl's buttocks and the light comes on- she stands erect, tied to a pole, and naked; a lightbulb affixed to the gag in her mouth which it is her sole duty to switch on and off at my request by clicking it with her teeth. Good girl! I clap twice and the Feather-Maid crawls across the carpet (bound on hands and knees with a feather duster clenched between her teeth) and kneels to "reward" the Lamp-Girl with a few minutes of feather-tickles. I hear her wriggle and giggle through her gag...
The delivery man's been waiting patiently. "Three more today" he says. He understands my position, he has the same trouble at home too. Everybody does nowadays.
I sign for today's crate-load; such a nuisance. I hear them moving around inside, struggling against the packing bands. Where am I going to keep them all??
Multiple hands grab me from behind, caressing, seeking my nipples, my face, running through my hair....At least two of the girls have wriggled out again, a petite brunette and a tall black woman.
"Come on" I sigh, "We haven't even had breakfast yet!"
I lead them towards the kitchen, re-fastening the Bond-strips to their wrists and ankles. They seem not to really notice this. The Strips leave them enough slack to handle domestic chores, but not enough to run all around. These two can usually be coaxed into making breakfast for the reast of us, you just gotta watch them or they'll start sexing each other up in the kitchen, and then the eggs'll burn. Awp! They're at it already...
While breakfast is cooking I check on the girls in the back yard, tied to the trees. The first one, a pretty blond, looks pretty frazzled like she didn't get a minute's sleep. I loose her gag to see if she's ok.
"A squirrell was making a little nest on the tree all night" she said, "it's tail kept tickling my sides." Then with a slight blush and a coy smile "I howled all night but you couldn't hear me cause you keep me gagged!... And I kinda liked it." (Translate: "Wish YOU would tickle me like that all night, baby")
I send the maids out to hand-feed the women tied to the trees. Once everyone is fed, it's bath-time.
I posted this little tip online- rather than go through the hassle of scrubbing and showering each woman individually, which can take all day in a tub, I just run the sprinklers and watch them frolic in the back yard! I still enjoy the look of shock as the cold water first hits the tree-girls, and then the loose women (no pun intended, but that was pretty good!) lather them up and scrub them down for an hour or two. They'll be totally engrossed in each other and I can relax in peace and quiet before the day's Tickling-Marathon begins.
I can already hear taunts and giggles coming from the back yard.
A plane flies by trailing the usual message behind it; "It is every man's Daily Duty to thoroughly Tickle his Women!"
I'll do that later. After I've had some "me-time".
Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy tormenting hundreds of little toes at a time, dozens of fine smooth feet restrained in rows of shelves on my State-Subsidized "Tickling Wall". The roars of laughter, the sighs and gasps for breath as the Maids help me out with their feather dusters. The mass of Women's bodies squirming in their restraints, pleading for us to stop yet always wanting more....
I enjoy building special bondage devices, some from catalogs (like the "Lamp" arrangement) others of my own design, and I alway have plenty of willing "volunteers" to test them out on. But not first thing in the morning- not when I'm tired from a longt night of rassling with six semi-restrained nymphos in my bedroom...
I settle in to read a random story from "The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes" when I hear a little squeal from under the chair. Oops! I forgot about yesterday's blond! She's still hog-tied and gagged under my reading chair. Oh well, too tired to let her loose right now, the maids can take care of her after bath-time.
CHAPTER 2 WHAT THE F HAPPENED???
OooooKaaayyyy.....Explanation time.
I know this doesn't sound like ordinary life on Earth in 2009, and you're correct it's not- the year is 2013. Something happened on 12/21/2012 alright, but not what anyone would have expected. (Actually it happened on the 19th but the full effects didn't hit the world until the 21st)
Hold on, a redhead's twisted her ankle, I gotta take care of this....
...OK where was I? (I'm all covered in kiss-marks now, like in a cartoon!)
Stories differ about What Really Happened. Every day there's a new "Explanation" Special on CNN- an accident happened at CERN particle accelerator, ripping a hole in reality; a nano-assembler-machine run amok from the distant future; UFO Invader's genetically engineered Pod-People; or my fav, some Geek in Pahrump Nevada claims to have found an actual Genie in a bottle and really got his wish...
The end result is what you see here; overnight the world became FILLED with GORGEOUS NUBILE FEMALE NYMPHO-TICKLEPHILES! All in their early 20s, they just appeared out of thin air, and more are appearing every day.
Well, it was great at first- I'd just broke up with my girlfriend when lo and behold, three nearly-naked women came knocking on my door asking for a foursome. A blond, a brunette, and the same black girl I mentioned earlier, these were the first.
I grabbed for my gun, figured it was a trick or maybe they'd come to rob me, but too late! They pushed their way in the door FAST and started ripping my clothes off. I'll tell you, within minutes I'd forgotten about my gun...They brought me to the brink, SEVERAL times, and then all at once backed off.
"Oh no, here it comes" I thought, "Whatever the scam is they're gonna do it now. My ex musta set this up!"
Instead they fell on their knees, and IN UNISON literally BEGGED me to tie them up! "Please, Master" can you imagine how hot this is in three voices at once?!? "Please master, please tie us up!" They all held their hands forward in a "cuff-me" pose. I obliged. All I could find were some old bungee cords. I tied them carefully so the bungee's hooks wouldn't dig into their soft skin.
"Well ladies" I began, standing over them masterfully, "where shall we begin?" I started caressing their smooth skin, watching them wriggle a bit, moan a little.
Then in breathless unison "Please master, tickle us!"
Happy to oblige!!! There's nothing quite like having three women tied together on your living room carpet, begging you to have your dearest wish with them! (I've had a tickling fetish since who-knows-when) There's nothing like the gratitude in one's eyes as you give her a little breather, only to really "give it" to the girl she's tied up next to. And my favorite game, I'll just work on one woman for a long while, as the other watch in horrified anticipation....
More women arrived. And more. And even more. I was up to twelve within the first week, sleeping wherever they could find space in my house. Where did they come from? I lost count around 30...
None of them ever mentioned parents or family- and that's the suckiest part, really, not one of them is good for a decent conversation, ever. But they can be taught to cook and clean...sort-of...
(So nowadays every man's got a housefull of Magazine covers come to life at home, and we STILL go out on dates with "real" women when we can FIND one, just to have a real conversation!)
The state "Dog-Catchers" (or "boob-Catchers") round them up as they appear, just wandering in the fields, and deliver them almost daily to each household for "home-care". They've replaced some of the workforce- many of them sweat in factories all day, getting whipped and enjoying it- but they're not all that productive.
The Lesbian Alliance sponsors a Euthanasia bill in Congress, but there's no takers on that yet, thank goodness.
So we house and feed them, clothe them (heh heh sometimes) and make the best of a really weird situation. (Could be worse- North Korea gets a daily shipment of Mother-in-Laws!!! Sorry, that's a Jay Leno joke, he's back doing the Tonight Show again)
OMG, I forgot about todays batch! The idiot forgot to punch holes in the box so they can breathe!! Gotta go now....
