Volsung1
1st Level Red Feather
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We dream. We dream of what we want, of what we don't want. Through dreams we test ourselves. We do this because we want to be put in a position or situation, seeing whether or not our mind can handle the conflict or the reality. Here we can express what we dare not show to the world, our inner self. Black or white, good or bad. It is our true selves. We lock our subconscious mind during the day and let it out, to roam freely at night. Sometimes we act on our dreams, sometimes they act on us...
I find myself in a precarious position...again! Is it of my own choosing? I'm not quite sure. I play the scenario over and over in my mind, almost to the point that I cannot separate fact from fiction. I am in a room that is pitch black. I blink several times, trying to pull in what little light there is. Something on my face? Sometimes I will wear a sleeping mask at night to shut out some of the light... My extremities feel outstretched, as if they are being pulled apart. The room is warm and comfortable, temperature wise anyway. Though I'm not quite sure I am wearing much clothing. There is a slightly sweet smell to the place. I hear a pleasant, though unrecognizable female voice, far away in the distance. Is there something in my ears? Ear plugs maybe? Her voice is so soft, like a whisper.
"Well sugar, it has come to our attention that you like to be tickled."
What?!
"Well, sexually at least anyway..."
I suddenly feel a slight breeze, immediately followed by a feathery touch on my cock. It passes quickly and is not entirely unpleasant.
"We will fulfill the obligation..."
The what?!
Before the reply I feel a tingling on the sole of my left foot. Cold...soft, slightly wet. It sends a shiver up my spine as I try to jerk my foot free. Either I cannot move my foot or the sensation is following me, because I can't make it stop. It tickles and I start to snicker.
"nic hehe, hmm..."
I make an attempt to clear my throat and divert the tickling, but to no avail. It will not stop.
"...haha, hmm... Hee HEE"
The nervous giggle develops into a laughter that I can't control. It is like riding a bicycle for the first time with no training wheels, down a steep hill. The rush of adrenaline, the panic that you cannot stop, and then I start to feel fingernails scratch along the sole of my right foot. I can do nothing but laugh my silly head off, embarrassed that I have no control of myself.
"Yes, ah... I see that you are ticklish indeed and I, er... WE can see that the tickling is a turn on for you as well."
"We will fulfill the obligation..."
I am still in a state of laughter and am not in a position to argue the point. I feel... a tickling... It's my... HAHAHA! It tickles too! Feathery tickles race up and down my cock. It begins to throb and bounce up and down involuntary. The foot tickling combined with the cock tickling drives me to the point of sensory overload. I can't take it! It tickles so bad!
WHAAAAA!!!! HAHAHAAAA!!!!
Laughter is now interjected with occasional moans of pleasure as a drop of clear pre-cum trickles down my cock. The feathers push the wet juice around the head and down along the underside...
The foot tickling is now being done with hair brushes on each sole. Raking across smooth, stretched soles the foot tickling is in direct competition with the masturbation. It is tearing me in two!!! My back arches pulling my bonds so tightly... pain... My breathing becomes deeper and more regular as I give in to the orgasm that begins to overtake me... light tongue flicks on each toe... each... sucked... nibbles... licked... throbbing with everybeat of my racing heart... AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! cum... so hard... so fucking hard... wet release... over and over... feathers pushing wet cum around... painting sticky cum all over my cock... tickles...
"We will fulfill...the....oblig...ation"
sleep... deep... exhausted... satisfied...
...sometimes we act on our dreams, sometimes they act on us...
I find myself in a precarious position...again! Is it of my own choosing? I'm not quite sure. I play the scenario over and over in my mind, almost to the point that I cannot separate fact from fiction. I am in a room that is pitch black. I blink several times, trying to pull in what little light there is. Something on my face? Sometimes I will wear a sleeping mask at night to shut out some of the light... My extremities feel outstretched, as if they are being pulled apart. The room is warm and comfortable, temperature wise anyway. Though I'm not quite sure I am wearing much clothing. There is a slightly sweet smell to the place. I hear a pleasant, though unrecognizable female voice, far away in the distance. Is there something in my ears? Ear plugs maybe? Her voice is so soft, like a whisper.
"Well sugar, it has come to our attention that you like to be tickled."
What?!
"Well, sexually at least anyway..."
I suddenly feel a slight breeze, immediately followed by a feathery touch on my cock. It passes quickly and is not entirely unpleasant.
"We will fulfill the obligation..."
The what?!
Before the reply I feel a tingling on the sole of my left foot. Cold...soft, slightly wet. It sends a shiver up my spine as I try to jerk my foot free. Either I cannot move my foot or the sensation is following me, because I can't make it stop. It tickles and I start to snicker.
"nic hehe, hmm..."
I make an attempt to clear my throat and divert the tickling, but to no avail. It will not stop.
"...haha, hmm... Hee HEE"
The nervous giggle develops into a laughter that I can't control. It is like riding a bicycle for the first time with no training wheels, down a steep hill. The rush of adrenaline, the panic that you cannot stop, and then I start to feel fingernails scratch along the sole of my right foot. I can do nothing but laugh my silly head off, embarrassed that I have no control of myself.
"Yes, ah... I see that you are ticklish indeed and I, er... WE can see that the tickling is a turn on for you as well."
"We will fulfill the obligation..."
I am still in a state of laughter and am not in a position to argue the point. I feel... a tickling... It's my... HAHAHA! It tickles too! Feathery tickles race up and down my cock. It begins to throb and bounce up and down involuntary. The foot tickling combined with the cock tickling drives me to the point of sensory overload. I can't take it! It tickles so bad!
WHAAAAA!!!! HAHAHAAAA!!!!
Laughter is now interjected with occasional moans of pleasure as a drop of clear pre-cum trickles down my cock. The feathers push the wet juice around the head and down along the underside...
The foot tickling is now being done with hair brushes on each sole. Raking across smooth, stretched soles the foot tickling is in direct competition with the masturbation. It is tearing me in two!!! My back arches pulling my bonds so tightly... pain... My breathing becomes deeper and more regular as I give in to the orgasm that begins to overtake me... light tongue flicks on each toe... each... sucked... nibbles... licked... throbbing with everybeat of my racing heart... AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! cum... so hard... so fucking hard... wet release... over and over... feathers pushing wet cum around... painting sticky cum all over my cock... tickles...
"We will fulfill...the....oblig...ation"
sleep... deep... exhausted... satisfied...
...sometimes we act on our dreams, sometimes they act on us...
