Beatrix Nylon Dream
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[Hi! I'm new to the forum and I hope we can become friends! I'll be posting some of my stories and roleplays developed over the years of playing!
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Player:
She follows him, illuminated by the shop windows and the Christmas lights, always announced by the light clicking of her heels <I'm sure it will be like this. You're a boy of value and good principles, and there's no reason why he shouldn't like you> she asserts, innocent and furious. <Yes, I really like the idea, I've never eaten sushi this year, you know? I'd really like it.> hugging him slightly and sighing <You make me so happy, you know?>
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He reaches out his free hand, searches for hers and holds his breath as he touches her hand, giving her a chaste caress, You too... I'm the happiest man in the world because you're with me he replies as he takes her to a restaurant in a side street, under the sign the window shines with a warm light. There are fewer people here, it's a more intimate and romantic environment And... it will be the first time we'll eat sushi together he adds as they enter. They haven't noticed someone following them, though. A tall man with a stern expression. The father of our sweet protagonist
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<Yes, this will be the first of many, many experiences we will have together, my love!> she admits, blushing when he tells her he is the happiest man in the world when they are together, and he reciprocates <The same obviously goes for me> she admits as they slip into this private little restaurant in full Japanese style, very beautiful and welcoming <A table for two, possibly in a location... romantic> she hesitates, hesitating slightly, looking at him, happily embarrassed. What does romantic mean, then? Who knows. So happy that she hasn't noticed she is being followed by an austere figure: her father. At this moment, nothing could upset her.
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He leads her to the restaurant, holds her tightly to him, his hand wraps around the slender and delicate fingers of his beloved Yes please, a table for two... This is a special occasion he adds while the waiter nods and leads them down a corridor into a separate room surrounded by rice paper walls and overlooking a small internal garden. In the room, a high table is set up to make the Western guests more comfortable. * Please, take a seat... I'll be there shortly to take the orders.
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The girl can't believe she's there and has such a beautiful little room. <But it's really beautiful, I can't believe it!> she admits as she looks around, walking just a little in the small internal garden, complete with a fountain and a small artificial stream, before taking a seat at the table, where she sits on the chair and crosses her beautiful veiled legs under the table, right over left. <I didn't know this place... tell the truth, you had prepared it for yourself!> she lovingly teases him.
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He admires her, watches her walk through that little dream landscape. Totally in love with her. Then he sits right in front of her, the table is for two and, stretching out his hand, he can comfortably take hers. Our protagonist's question makes him blush to the tips of his ears. He nods Yes... I have to say yes... when you told me you could come I tried to make this evening beautiful... for you he adds. Unfortunately the boy is not the only one who was looking at our protagonist. The father has slipped behind some bushes in the garden and is now watching them furiously
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Sabrina will stay there sitting while she starts preparing the dishes and then pouring the soy sauce, waiting for the sushi to arrive <That's it> she admits radiantly. She smiles at him and looks him in the eye while he takes her hand, squeezing it with his fingers <Let's order some white wine, what do you say?> She is obviously unaware of her father's unwelcome presence, but then again she is not doing anything wrong, after all.
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Wine? replies her boyfriend. He is not a big drinker and is not very used to it, but the magic of the evening pushes him to be more reckless. All right, yes! she says as the waiter returns. The boy turns to him Here, bring us a boatload of sushi, water... and yes, some wine. White wine, for me and my girlfriend *smiles as he says those words. He smiles and holds her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. The father watches them. For him, his daughter is behaving like a slut, she is cheating on him by going out with men to get drunk... but he is patient, having already made a plan on how to punish her
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<Come on, for once.> she happily admits, as she watches the boy tidy up their things, continuing to caress his hand with her thumb, while she keeps her other fingers intertwined, looking at him with heart-shaped eyes.
She obviously doesn't know and can't know about the shady presence of her father, a very old-fashioned man with a desire to control everyone, especially his daughters, who obviously try to escape when they can.
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Sabrina, the youngest, even though she is a sweet and gentle girl, shows that she has too much desire to leave home. A behavior ament that he must immediately destroy... and to do so he will not hesitate to use the methods he used with his other sisters. After all, he is the father and they belong to him. He takes a small rag doll, some of Sabrina's hair is pinned to the doll. He created it without her knowing. He takes a series of colored needles and watches the couple begin to eat. The boy pours wine into his daughter's glass. Shall we make a toast?
Player:
Clearly the girl does not know about these dark stories of her family and her father, and now the thought of it is light years away from her. She watches the waiter serve the wine, uncorking it and then having her taste it, who even though she does not understand much, pretends to be an expert and nods, giving her approval, before laughing and nodding to the toast proposed by her boyfriend. <But of course honey, what do we want to toast to? Ten thousand of these days?> she suggests, moving the glass closer to hers to clink it, happy <I love you so much>
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The boy smiles more at those words. His heart leaps in his chest with joy Yes... and to our wedding! he exclaims happily. Their glasses clink. The boy is not used to drinking wine but his head is already full of euphoria and he drinks the whole glass in one gulp Sabrina, I love you too, you are my life he tells her. The father hears all this, grit his teeth and takes a pin. He passes a yellow pin through the doll's ankles. The effect is transmitted to Sabrina. The young girl begins to feel the soles of her feet tingling
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<Yes, to our wedding my darling!> she too lets herself be infected by that euphoria and the good mood of her beloved and the evening. She enjoys that clinking and drinks in turn, leaning slightly on the chair and over the table to rest her lips on his in a chaste and innocent gesture, as tender <I love you so much> as she sits back down, but once her buttocks rest on the chair cushion she would feel a tingling, but she would wrinkle her little nose and not pay much attention <What kind of sushi do you prefer?> smiling
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The boy is taken aback by that gesture. Their first kiss, he closes his eyes and Sarina can feel him shiver, she can feel his mouth getting warm as the blood rushes to the boy's face Ah... I love you he whispers to her as she sits back down... but in the meantime the work of that pin continues, under the soles of her little feet the tingling begins to become more decisive, she manages to sit back down just in time because that turns into a touch, the touch of phantom fingers that tickle her under the sole * Me? I think... the nigiri, the one with salmon... you?
Player:
The girl had felt a small, insignificant, prick near her right ankle, but she hadn't noticed.
But once she was back sitting, on her comfortable cushion of that comfortable chair in that intimate and private room, she feels something firm under her veiled sole, tearing a sudden giggle out of her <Mpf..ahaha!> she would say looking at him confused, while she taps the floor a couple of times with the little foot that gives her that sensation <Excuse me..yes, I also love nigiri with salmon and those with tuna> she admits embarrassed, while she rubs her little foot on the floor, in her shoe, discreetly.
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The boy misunderstands that laugh thinking it was caused by that coincidence Oh yes, I also really like tuna, I hope they have enough for both of them he says jokingly. More confident, he goes back to refilling his glass and the girl's. Tonight you're even more beautiful, he whispers to her... but our young protagonist has other problems. Now, to the touch of the phantom fingers, the father also adds his own touch. He brings his fingers under the doll's feet. He begins to scratch the soles of her feet, concentrating on the center of the delicate veiled foot.
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The girl is very embarrassed and decidedly confused..<Yes..ahah..I hope so too> he laughs at her joke, also to let his nerves burn off <Thank you, you know? You're gorgeous toohohho!> she would have another giggle when she feels nails scratching her under the veiled sole, directly in the center of it <What the hellahah..sorry, I feel like it's bothering me..> she asserts, going to take off her shoe where she feels scratching to rub it lightly against the edge of it.
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What? asks her boyfriend, perplexed Sabrina, is everything okay? Maybe we shouldn't have had the wine he says confused by her reaction Are you having a problem? Problem where? he asks her unaware of what is happening to her. Meanwhile the tickling does not stop, the father begins to pinch the sole of her foot, where his nails slide against her, Sabrina can feel the sock creasing and rustling against her body
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She is more and more embarrassed... she doesn't understand what is taking place under her feet...<What are you talking about..haha..> she would say, while she notices that discreetly scratching herself with the edge of her shoe isn't enough, so she decides to take it off completely and scratch herself directly against the other shoe and the slightly uneven floor. She doesn't want to seem silly, so she tries to resist <Under the foot, maybe the badly placed sock..hihi..> another silvery giggle, while she tries not to burst out laughing under those scratches. The sock that covers her extremity is a twenty denier, very soft and warm, but practically a veil, which doesn't seem to protect her.
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Under the foot? he replies surprised Let me see, maybe I can help you *he says hastily, the erotic aspect of the thing hasn't even crossed the boy's simple mind, he just sees the girl he loves in difficulty and offers to help her. He moves the chair a little and bends under the table to check, naive and pure. Meanwhile, the father sees that scene, chuckles to himself for that stupid boy. And his fingers press harder and slide along the entire length of her foot, from the delicate toes to the heel
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<Yes..hihi..it's strange...but it tickles me..ahha..> she admits, then watches him disappear under the tablecloth <No, no need!> but before she has time to say it he is already under there, and can witness the scene before the splendid legs of his beloved, wrapped in soft nylon ero, without a shoe, <Really now pasehehehe! Ahahah!> she bursts out laughing rubbing her foot on the ground like a madwoman when she feels her father's fingers slipping in that scratch under her veiled sole.
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The boy reaches out his hands. He takes the ankles of his beloved Wait... I'll look he says to reassure her... he doesn't know why but he blushes, he has never touched her except to take her hand... but he can't think too much about whether Sabrina has a problem, right? He takes her ankles and begins to lift her feet delicately... In the meantime the father takes another pin. A red pin while with one hand he continues to make a long scratch under his daughter's right foot. Then he sticks the pin in the doll's head
yellow: triggers the tickling in the nerve centers. Red: activates the person's desire, their lust, Green: triggers fear, a fear that makes them unable to react, Black: anger, Purple: dulls the person's will
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She is embarrassed, but distracted and confused by the situation, she lets him do it <Ok...okay...> she mutters, very embarrassed <I don't want you to think I'm an idiot..> she says, trying hard not to giggle like a goose. She still has one shoe, while the other foot barely moves, as if annoyed by something. In that state, she would feel something stinging her little head <Ouch..> she would say, lightly massaging the back of her neck, as if she had been stung by something <Found anything?> hopeful question
//I would say that green could make her unpleasant 😛
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The boy takes her foot in both hands. He lifts it, his hands start to shake. now he looks up and for the first time notices the edge of her dress skirt... and her beautiful thighs wrapped in stockings. His breathing quickens and he swallows nervously I... I don't see anything he whispers while he rubs the center of her feet with his thumbs I don't think there's anything at least he says while the red pin begins to warm her body... making Sabrina experience new appetites besides that of sushi
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The girl listens to his words, and nods <I understand..then come back up, come on> she says downwards, while she feels his hands rubbing her incredibly sensual little foot, with her little nails painted pink that same afternoon. But as she says those things she begins to feel strange.. and she barely rubs her thighs together, while he can see the elastic of her stockings and the black underwear that matches her stockings that covers her private parts <I feel a little strange, you know?> while she feels herself getting warm, and her nipples become inexplicably more turgid
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He looks at her private parts as if hypnotized. He continues to rub her foot mechanically while his mouth becomes dry, only her words wake him up. He gets up and sits down again in front of her. He is red in the face and immediately drinks a glass of wine I... I didn't see anything... I hope you're better though Sabrina says looking into her eyes. Eyes lit up with a new light. The father moves the pin in the ambolina and a new wave of heat pervades her, starting from the lower abdomen
the young girl always feels the urge continue, once the father has fixed the pin she brings her feet to his mouth. starts to lick her soles slowly
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<Oh yes love..have fun with my little foot..I didn't think you were a foot guy, you know? Ahahah!> laughs, it's not clear if it's because of the tickling she feels under her sole or because of the joke she made. In any case the spthe red in her brain continues to influence and excite her, unable to contain herself. She barely touches him from above her underwear moaning and quivering, continuing to play with him before <Ahaha...no..it tickles me too muchohoho..> she laughs bending her leg in an L and scratching under the other foot <What's wrong with me?> Why is the father doing these things? How exactly does the ritual work?
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The boy doesn't get that joke... she doesn't even seem like the Sabrina he knows. But at that moment his thoughts are clouded by the desire that she feeds in him Ahn.. what does that mean... not... ahn... he continues to pant, now he raises his hips to rub against her... The father watches them, his goal is to bend that cheeky daughter, to break her by making her dance like a puppet in his hands... now he takes the green pin... And he slides it into the doll next to the red one
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In fact she would be the adorable girl she always was if it weren't for the red pin that continues to work on her brain, firmly planted in the little head of the voodoo barbie that represents her. And this pushes her to continue moving her veiled foot on his ******, ********** carefully, now that she no longer feels a direct tickle, the father having taken a break <It means you like my little feet love..> he says almost meowing he left, continuing to touch *******, pressing slightly more, on the wet underwear. <You're having fun..ouch!> she would say again, putting a hand on the back of her neck..<Damn..tonight I don't know what's happening to me love..> she asserts
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He nods Yes... yes... I like everything about you he murmurs... but now a new factor comes into play, that green pin. The pin makes the girl behave in a distant, unpleasant way, the sweet and angelic girl can become a poisonous snake, a harpy. Her mind is always invaded by desire, but now this is mixed with disgust, antipathy for that panting boy who is sitting in front of her and who rubs himself rapidly against her body for *****. It's a mixture of excitement and contempt that she feels in that situation... that pushes her to humiliate that boy she was so in love with before
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She blushes and lets him do it, in love, answering <I know, love, it's the same for me..> she says, but in her voice there seems to be something different.. more distant <Love.. I feel really strange, you know?> she says, widening her eyes, then she starts to change the direction of the touch on his intimate part, she moves her fingers and her little nails, scratching his intimacy, to cause him a notable tickle instead of pleasure, keeping her foot pointed there, as if she wanted to ruin the moment <So, haven't you found what tickles me?> and she snorts
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The boy is in seventh heaven... he had never thought of doing something like that with his beloved... nor had he ever thought that she could give him so much pleasure. He arches his body and feels ready to explode... but her more abrupt words shake him. now he lowers his gaze to her foot, to the little foot that he squeezes between his toes while he compulsively rubs it against his groin <Y-yes, sorry love... control> he says then lifting the little foot again pressing his fingers on the sole. He controls more carefully even if he still feels ******* meanwhile the father chuckles seeing how she treats him. and then continues to pass his mouth on her little feet sucking her finger after finger
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She feels like she wants to torture him, humiliate him, and so she continues to tickle his ****** with her veiled little fingers, trying to overcome his resistance, with her leg stretched out, while she continues to masturbate, this time *******. When he takes her foot she lets him do it <Yes, and make sure you do it quickly..ahahah...it tickles too much!> waving her beautiful fingers in front of his face. And determined not to give him any respite, she extends her other foot to start tickling his ******** again, to inflict a portion of her suffering on him <Check, hurry up... I need...> probably to come, even if she doesn't know it well yet
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Those sensations are completely new to her too... first the desire and now that sudden contempt... and then for the boy she loves! Those sensations mix in her so much that humiliating the boy gives her a great dose of pleasure... exploiting him, using him and at the same time hating and tormenting him... She feels her need growing and the pleasure in her intimacy becomes more copious. Now her boyfriend, reluctant, brings her little foot to his face to see what might happen to her I... I don't think there's anything he says almost sorry while his father approaches. The two can't notice him yet, all caught up as they are. He moves as he bites her delicate toes and moves down the curve of the inside of her foot
He nibbles along her toes... one toe at a time... and then moves down next to her big toe... he slides on the inside, along the side of the pleasure, up to the heel, always nibbling it
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But she is not satisfied with ******* and having ruined his orgasm, she continues to touch him and move her little fingers up and under them, to tickle him, as she is feeling, victim of that enchantment to see that also stirs in her honey-colored eyes <Check it out I tell you..ahaah..it bites me...> she shakes her head while shaking the foot that he is holding in his hands, continuing to tickle his ******** with the other, unaware of her father's movements around them <You are good for nothing I tell you..ahaha..it tickles me like crazy...ahahha..incapable!> publicly humiliating him while torturing him on the ******, excited and out of her mind, while she ******** like a madwoman under her sensual dress
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He is shocked by those words. She really doesn't seem like his sweet Sabrina anymore But... what are you saying Sabrina? he asks her almost desperately Don't say that, I'm doing my best he says looking back under her smooth and veiled foot. his balls are so swollen they hurt... and his pressing and massaging does nothing but stimulate him even more Ahn... I don't see he pants bringing his face practically close to her foot
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Possessed by those pins, she continues to stimulate him, while looking at him with a wild expression <It's not enough..so lick, come on!> she says bringing her foot close to his lips resting the forefoot on them <This is all you deserve> she says to him, still smiling in that evil way, should I put it even closer to you?> even if at this moment she specifies she doesn't feel anything tickling her
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The father comes closer, now he spies on the couple from the edge of the window, watches them while the daughter turns against that pathetic boy. He starts teasing her foot again... or rather, her little feet. She presses the palm of her hand under his feet, bends her fingers and starts sliding her nails under the delicate soles, incredibly delicate because of the yellow pin. And because of the increasingly reduced proximity. The boy instead starts again, he is destroyed by those words but the intense pleasure pushes him to continue..
[Hi! I'm new to the forum and I hope we can become friends! I'll be posting some of my stories and roleplays developed over the years of playing!
For all other info, you can check my signature!]
Player:
She follows him, illuminated by the shop windows and the Christmas lights, always announced by the light clicking of her heels <I'm sure it will be like this. You're a boy of value and good principles, and there's no reason why he shouldn't like you> she asserts, innocent and furious. <Yes, I really like the idea, I've never eaten sushi this year, you know? I'd really like it.> hugging him slightly and sighing <You make me so happy, you know?>
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He reaches out his free hand, searches for hers and holds his breath as he touches her hand, giving her a chaste caress, You too... I'm the happiest man in the world because you're with me he replies as he takes her to a restaurant in a side street, under the sign the window shines with a warm light. There are fewer people here, it's a more intimate and romantic environment And... it will be the first time we'll eat sushi together he adds as they enter. They haven't noticed someone following them, though. A tall man with a stern expression. The father of our sweet protagonist
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<Yes, this will be the first of many, many experiences we will have together, my love!> she admits, blushing when he tells her he is the happiest man in the world when they are together, and he reciprocates <The same obviously goes for me> she admits as they slip into this private little restaurant in full Japanese style, very beautiful and welcoming <A table for two, possibly in a location... romantic> she hesitates, hesitating slightly, looking at him, happily embarrassed. What does romantic mean, then? Who knows. So happy that she hasn't noticed she is being followed by an austere figure: her father. At this moment, nothing could upset her.
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He leads her to the restaurant, holds her tightly to him, his hand wraps around the slender and delicate fingers of his beloved Yes please, a table for two... This is a special occasion he adds while the waiter nods and leads them down a corridor into a separate room surrounded by rice paper walls and overlooking a small internal garden. In the room, a high table is set up to make the Western guests more comfortable. * Please, take a seat... I'll be there shortly to take the orders.
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The girl can't believe she's there and has such a beautiful little room. <But it's really beautiful, I can't believe it!> she admits as she looks around, walking just a little in the small internal garden, complete with a fountain and a small artificial stream, before taking a seat at the table, where she sits on the chair and crosses her beautiful veiled legs under the table, right over left. <I didn't know this place... tell the truth, you had prepared it for yourself!> she lovingly teases him.
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He admires her, watches her walk through that little dream landscape. Totally in love with her. Then he sits right in front of her, the table is for two and, stretching out his hand, he can comfortably take hers. Our protagonist's question makes him blush to the tips of his ears. He nods Yes... I have to say yes... when you told me you could come I tried to make this evening beautiful... for you he adds. Unfortunately the boy is not the only one who was looking at our protagonist. The father has slipped behind some bushes in the garden and is now watching them furiously
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Sabrina will stay there sitting while she starts preparing the dishes and then pouring the soy sauce, waiting for the sushi to arrive <That's it> she admits radiantly. She smiles at him and looks him in the eye while he takes her hand, squeezing it with his fingers <Let's order some white wine, what do you say?> She is obviously unaware of her father's unwelcome presence, but then again she is not doing anything wrong, after all.
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Wine? replies her boyfriend. He is not a big drinker and is not very used to it, but the magic of the evening pushes him to be more reckless. All right, yes! she says as the waiter returns. The boy turns to him Here, bring us a boatload of sushi, water... and yes, some wine. White wine, for me and my girlfriend *smiles as he says those words. He smiles and holds her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. The father watches them. For him, his daughter is behaving like a slut, she is cheating on him by going out with men to get drunk... but he is patient, having already made a plan on how to punish her
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<Come on, for once.> she happily admits, as she watches the boy tidy up their things, continuing to caress his hand with her thumb, while she keeps her other fingers intertwined, looking at him with heart-shaped eyes.
She obviously doesn't know and can't know about the shady presence of her father, a very old-fashioned man with a desire to control everyone, especially his daughters, who obviously try to escape when they can.
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Sabrina, the youngest, even though she is a sweet and gentle girl, shows that she has too much desire to leave home. A behavior ament that he must immediately destroy... and to do so he will not hesitate to use the methods he used with his other sisters. After all, he is the father and they belong to him. He takes a small rag doll, some of Sabrina's hair is pinned to the doll. He created it without her knowing. He takes a series of colored needles and watches the couple begin to eat. The boy pours wine into his daughter's glass. Shall we make a toast?
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Clearly the girl does not know about these dark stories of her family and her father, and now the thought of it is light years away from her. She watches the waiter serve the wine, uncorking it and then having her taste it, who even though she does not understand much, pretends to be an expert and nods, giving her approval, before laughing and nodding to the toast proposed by her boyfriend. <But of course honey, what do we want to toast to? Ten thousand of these days?> she suggests, moving the glass closer to hers to clink it, happy <I love you so much>
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The boy smiles more at those words. His heart leaps in his chest with joy Yes... and to our wedding! he exclaims happily. Their glasses clink. The boy is not used to drinking wine but his head is already full of euphoria and he drinks the whole glass in one gulp Sabrina, I love you too, you are my life he tells her. The father hears all this, grit his teeth and takes a pin. He passes a yellow pin through the doll's ankles. The effect is transmitted to Sabrina. The young girl begins to feel the soles of her feet tingling
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<Yes, to our wedding my darling!> she too lets herself be infected by that euphoria and the good mood of her beloved and the evening. She enjoys that clinking and drinks in turn, leaning slightly on the chair and over the table to rest her lips on his in a chaste and innocent gesture, as tender <I love you so much> as she sits back down, but once her buttocks rest on the chair cushion she would feel a tingling, but she would wrinkle her little nose and not pay much attention <What kind of sushi do you prefer?> smiling
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The boy is taken aback by that gesture. Their first kiss, he closes his eyes and Sarina can feel him shiver, she can feel his mouth getting warm as the blood rushes to the boy's face Ah... I love you he whispers to her as she sits back down... but in the meantime the work of that pin continues, under the soles of her little feet the tingling begins to become more decisive, she manages to sit back down just in time because that turns into a touch, the touch of phantom fingers that tickle her under the sole * Me? I think... the nigiri, the one with salmon... you?
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The girl had felt a small, insignificant, prick near her right ankle, but she hadn't noticed.
But once she was back sitting, on her comfortable cushion of that comfortable chair in that intimate and private room, she feels something firm under her veiled sole, tearing a sudden giggle out of her <Mpf..ahaha!> she would say looking at him confused, while she taps the floor a couple of times with the little foot that gives her that sensation <Excuse me..yes, I also love nigiri with salmon and those with tuna> she admits embarrassed, while she rubs her little foot on the floor, in her shoe, discreetly.
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The boy misunderstands that laugh thinking it was caused by that coincidence Oh yes, I also really like tuna, I hope they have enough for both of them he says jokingly. More confident, he goes back to refilling his glass and the girl's. Tonight you're even more beautiful, he whispers to her... but our young protagonist has other problems. Now, to the touch of the phantom fingers, the father also adds his own touch. He brings his fingers under the doll's feet. He begins to scratch the soles of her feet, concentrating on the center of the delicate veiled foot.
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The girl is very embarrassed and decidedly confused..<Yes..ahah..I hope so too> he laughs at her joke, also to let his nerves burn off <Thank you, you know? You're gorgeous toohohho!> she would have another giggle when she feels nails scratching her under the veiled sole, directly in the center of it <What the hellahah..sorry, I feel like it's bothering me..> she asserts, going to take off her shoe where she feels scratching to rub it lightly against the edge of it.
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What? asks her boyfriend, perplexed Sabrina, is everything okay? Maybe we shouldn't have had the wine he says confused by her reaction Are you having a problem? Problem where? he asks her unaware of what is happening to her. Meanwhile the tickling does not stop, the father begins to pinch the sole of her foot, where his nails slide against her, Sabrina can feel the sock creasing and rustling against her body
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She is more and more embarrassed... she doesn't understand what is taking place under her feet...<What are you talking about..haha..> she would say, while she notices that discreetly scratching herself with the edge of her shoe isn't enough, so she decides to take it off completely and scratch herself directly against the other shoe and the slightly uneven floor. She doesn't want to seem silly, so she tries to resist <Under the foot, maybe the badly placed sock..hihi..> another silvery giggle, while she tries not to burst out laughing under those scratches. The sock that covers her extremity is a twenty denier, very soft and warm, but practically a veil, which doesn't seem to protect her.
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Under the foot? he replies surprised Let me see, maybe I can help you *he says hastily, the erotic aspect of the thing hasn't even crossed the boy's simple mind, he just sees the girl he loves in difficulty and offers to help her. He moves the chair a little and bends under the table to check, naive and pure. Meanwhile, the father sees that scene, chuckles to himself for that stupid boy. And his fingers press harder and slide along the entire length of her foot, from the delicate toes to the heel
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<Yes..hihi..it's strange...but it tickles me..ahha..> she admits, then watches him disappear under the tablecloth <No, no need!> but before she has time to say it he is already under there, and can witness the scene before the splendid legs of his beloved, wrapped in soft nylon ero, without a shoe, <Really now pasehehehe! Ahahah!> she bursts out laughing rubbing her foot on the ground like a madwoman when she feels her father's fingers slipping in that scratch under her veiled sole.
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The boy reaches out his hands. He takes the ankles of his beloved Wait... I'll look he says to reassure her... he doesn't know why but he blushes, he has never touched her except to take her hand... but he can't think too much about whether Sabrina has a problem, right? He takes her ankles and begins to lift her feet delicately... In the meantime the father takes another pin. A red pin while with one hand he continues to make a long scratch under his daughter's right foot. Then he sticks the pin in the doll's head
yellow: triggers the tickling in the nerve centers. Red: activates the person's desire, their lust, Green: triggers fear, a fear that makes them unable to react, Black: anger, Purple: dulls the person's will
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She is embarrassed, but distracted and confused by the situation, she lets him do it <Ok...okay...> she mutters, very embarrassed <I don't want you to think I'm an idiot..> she says, trying hard not to giggle like a goose. She still has one shoe, while the other foot barely moves, as if annoyed by something. In that state, she would feel something stinging her little head <Ouch..> she would say, lightly massaging the back of her neck, as if she had been stung by something <Found anything?> hopeful question
//I would say that green could make her unpleasant 😛
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The boy takes her foot in both hands. He lifts it, his hands start to shake. now he looks up and for the first time notices the edge of her dress skirt... and her beautiful thighs wrapped in stockings. His breathing quickens and he swallows nervously I... I don't see anything he whispers while he rubs the center of her feet with his thumbs I don't think there's anything at least he says while the red pin begins to warm her body... making Sabrina experience new appetites besides that of sushi
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The girl listens to his words, and nods <I understand..then come back up, come on> she says downwards, while she feels his hands rubbing her incredibly sensual little foot, with her little nails painted pink that same afternoon. But as she says those things she begins to feel strange.. and she barely rubs her thighs together, while he can see the elastic of her stockings and the black underwear that matches her stockings that covers her private parts <I feel a little strange, you know?> while she feels herself getting warm, and her nipples become inexplicably more turgid
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He looks at her private parts as if hypnotized. He continues to rub her foot mechanically while his mouth becomes dry, only her words wake him up. He gets up and sits down again in front of her. He is red in the face and immediately drinks a glass of wine I... I didn't see anything... I hope you're better though Sabrina says looking into her eyes. Eyes lit up with a new light. The father moves the pin in the ambolina and a new wave of heat pervades her, starting from the lower abdomen
the young girl always feels the urge continue, once the father has fixed the pin she brings her feet to his mouth. starts to lick her soles slowly
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<Oh yes love..have fun with my little foot..I didn't think you were a foot guy, you know? Ahahah!> laughs, it's not clear if it's because of the tickling she feels under her sole or because of the joke she made. In any case the spthe red in her brain continues to influence and excite her, unable to contain herself. She barely touches him from above her underwear moaning and quivering, continuing to play with him before <Ahaha...no..it tickles me too muchohoho..> she laughs bending her leg in an L and scratching under the other foot <What's wrong with me?> Why is the father doing these things? How exactly does the ritual work?
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The boy doesn't get that joke... she doesn't even seem like the Sabrina he knows. But at that moment his thoughts are clouded by the desire that she feeds in him Ahn.. what does that mean... not... ahn... he continues to pant, now he raises his hips to rub against her... The father watches them, his goal is to bend that cheeky daughter, to break her by making her dance like a puppet in his hands... now he takes the green pin... And he slides it into the doll next to the red one
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In fact she would be the adorable girl she always was if it weren't for the red pin that continues to work on her brain, firmly planted in the little head of the voodoo barbie that represents her. And this pushes her to continue moving her veiled foot on his ******, ********** carefully, now that she no longer feels a direct tickle, the father having taken a break <It means you like my little feet love..> he says almost meowing he left, continuing to touch *******, pressing slightly more, on the wet underwear. <You're having fun..ouch!> she would say again, putting a hand on the back of her neck..<Damn..tonight I don't know what's happening to me love..> she asserts
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He nods Yes... yes... I like everything about you he murmurs... but now a new factor comes into play, that green pin. The pin makes the girl behave in a distant, unpleasant way, the sweet and angelic girl can become a poisonous snake, a harpy. Her mind is always invaded by desire, but now this is mixed with disgust, antipathy for that panting boy who is sitting in front of her and who rubs himself rapidly against her body for *****. It's a mixture of excitement and contempt that she feels in that situation... that pushes her to humiliate that boy she was so in love with before
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She blushes and lets him do it, in love, answering <I know, love, it's the same for me..> she says, but in her voice there seems to be something different.. more distant <Love.. I feel really strange, you know?> she says, widening her eyes, then she starts to change the direction of the touch on his intimate part, she moves her fingers and her little nails, scratching his intimacy, to cause him a notable tickle instead of pleasure, keeping her foot pointed there, as if she wanted to ruin the moment <So, haven't you found what tickles me?> and she snorts
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The boy is in seventh heaven... he had never thought of doing something like that with his beloved... nor had he ever thought that she could give him so much pleasure. He arches his body and feels ready to explode... but her more abrupt words shake him. now he lowers his gaze to her foot, to the little foot that he squeezes between his toes while he compulsively rubs it against his groin <Y-yes, sorry love... control> he says then lifting the little foot again pressing his fingers on the sole. He controls more carefully even if he still feels ******* meanwhile the father chuckles seeing how she treats him. and then continues to pass his mouth on her little feet sucking her finger after finger
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She feels like she wants to torture him, humiliate him, and so she continues to tickle his ****** with her veiled little fingers, trying to overcome his resistance, with her leg stretched out, while she continues to masturbate, this time *******. When he takes her foot she lets him do it <Yes, and make sure you do it quickly..ahahah...it tickles too much!> waving her beautiful fingers in front of his face. And determined not to give him any respite, she extends her other foot to start tickling his ******** again, to inflict a portion of her suffering on him <Check, hurry up... I need...> probably to come, even if she doesn't know it well yet
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Those sensations are completely new to her too... first the desire and now that sudden contempt... and then for the boy she loves! Those sensations mix in her so much that humiliating the boy gives her a great dose of pleasure... exploiting him, using him and at the same time hating and tormenting him... She feels her need growing and the pleasure in her intimacy becomes more copious. Now her boyfriend, reluctant, brings her little foot to his face to see what might happen to her I... I don't think there's anything he says almost sorry while his father approaches. The two can't notice him yet, all caught up as they are. He moves as he bites her delicate toes and moves down the curve of the inside of her foot
He nibbles along her toes... one toe at a time... and then moves down next to her big toe... he slides on the inside, along the side of the pleasure, up to the heel, always nibbling it
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But she is not satisfied with ******* and having ruined his orgasm, she continues to touch him and move her little fingers up and under them, to tickle him, as she is feeling, victim of that enchantment to see that also stirs in her honey-colored eyes <Check it out I tell you..ahaah..it bites me...> she shakes her head while shaking the foot that he is holding in his hands, continuing to tickle his ******** with the other, unaware of her father's movements around them <You are good for nothing I tell you..ahaha..it tickles me like crazy...ahahha..incapable!> publicly humiliating him while torturing him on the ******, excited and out of her mind, while she ******** like a madwoman under her sensual dress
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He is shocked by those words. She really doesn't seem like his sweet Sabrina anymore But... what are you saying Sabrina? he asks her almost desperately Don't say that, I'm doing my best he says looking back under her smooth and veiled foot. his balls are so swollen they hurt... and his pressing and massaging does nothing but stimulate him even more Ahn... I don't see he pants bringing his face practically close to her foot
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Possessed by those pins, she continues to stimulate him, while looking at him with a wild expression <It's not enough..so lick, come on!> she says bringing her foot close to his lips resting the forefoot on them <This is all you deserve> she says to him, still smiling in that evil way, should I put it even closer to you?> even if at this moment she specifies she doesn't feel anything tickling her
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The father comes closer, now he spies on the couple from the edge of the window, watches them while the daughter turns against that pathetic boy. He starts teasing her foot again... or rather, her little feet. She presses the palm of her hand under his feet, bends her fingers and starts sliding her nails under the delicate soles, incredibly delicate because of the yellow pin. And because of the increasingly reduced proximity. The boy instead starts again, he is destroyed by those words but the intense pleasure pushes him to continue..
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