F／M Tickling Underground Prison ConfinementⅡ: A man is kept as a tickle slave in an underground dungeon

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There are many seemingly random items cramming the table, the biggest of which is a bowl of about 20 cm diameter. OH” Marisa whooped, holding her hands over her mouth again. “I can’t believe it! You DID tie me up! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!” Then Robin waved with her fingers. "Bye bye. See you in a little while, when we decide what to do to you."

Castiel starts to laugh. At the beginning he may have resisted, but now that the floodgates are open, he can't help himself. Right now she’s happily squeezing the breast muscles on the inner edge of Castiel’s armpits. The angel is almost screaming with laughter, shaking his head and trying to roll from side to side. His hands are closed into fists. Beneath them, the cuffs symbols glow brightly. Oh so now you're lying too! Not good, honey!" I lectured. Jess again insisted there were no secrets. "Who's Kelly?" I asked him? "What?" Well well… I guess having grace inside ya is just as good as a pedicure. It makes sense… healing magic restores flesh to it’s pristine condition. Skin included.”

Is there a policy where we can't let other people submit our work for us? I doubt it. Hopefully they won't go removing my art again. Please don't DA! Seriasly there is so much porn and riske art on here that get's excepted that what you see here is pretty light hearted and playing it safe. Oh good. That’s just fine. Laughter is just what I need. I’m not trying to break you or anything. Now, let’s take a look at these feet.” Rachel starts to paint my toes as Melanie holds my feet still. “Don’t move Slave, you don’t want to get polish all over your feet!” They laugh at me as she takes her time painting each toe. “Our slave boy will have pretty feet like us girls!” They all giggle as they’re really enjoying themselves. At the same time Natalie and Steph begins to apply makeup to my face. I try to turn my head but Natalie holds it still. “Go ahead Steph! Make him look nice!” I try to plead with my eyes hoping the girls will shows mercy but it’s no use. They’re having way too much fun and they’re not stopping. “That’ll teach you to disobey! You deserve this slave!” Rachel says. I was humiliated by 4 younger girls and there was nothing I could do. All business are we? Alrightly! Let’s get this show going!” She witch throws her hands in the air and rolls her eyes, yielding to the angels impatience. I was determined to keep our secret. “N-no, never,” I said. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”

I told her I'd love to, and I said she should Why don't you go to the store and I'll get showered - I was just finishing up a workout. Then my Mom asked:

Castiel’s eyes all but burst out of his head! He goes into silent laughing for a few seconds, before exploding into the most hysterical, crazed, desperate laughter he has released yet. Once I was blindfolded and stretched out I waited for a few minutes for something to happen. I couldn't hear her and I was worried that maybe she'd left or something. after what seemed like an eternity my feet started to itch. I couldn't move them much because my toes were tied, but they were really itching a lot. I wiggled my feet around trying in vain to scratch them on the arm of the couch, but I was tied too tight and I couldn't reach. After a couple of minutes it was downright unbearable, then I felt her hand on my shoulder. Then I heard her voice whisper in my ear. "Are your feet itchy? Hmm?" If your an adult and you view them below 18 that's your own fault. Unless the original artist agrees.

Silence, kidnap boy,” Dena yelled, and gagged me with her hand. “Yes, I’ve let you go these past couple weeks. I bet you don’t even fear me, evil Dena anymore, do you?” HEE HEE HEE HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NO NO NO NO NO NO HEE HEE HEE PLEASE DENA NO!!!!!!!!!" Dena got up and unpinned me and went to do her bag routine. She went over to the first radio and put on classical music – soft stuff. It’ how she cooled down, with half-stretching and half-yoga. I looked at the other CD while she closed her eyes and got very relaxed on the floor. The other CD player had dance-type music that she worked out to. I mean,” Dena said, still on top of me, “I need special ropes, just for you, Jess. Just to tie you up with. That’s why we’re going shopping.”

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Marisa and she laughed and then Marisa said, “Well, then, miss, you and your, uh, HOSTAGE come this way,” and Marisa then took me by the hand to an aisle with all the rope. We laughed and talked for a little while and Dena put the TV on. About an hour had lapsed since she first tied me up. At that moment, Dena arrived with a folding chair from downstairs and placed it near my head, sitting down in it. Marisa continued to pin me, her knees at my sides and her feet behind her. This made me think of the first time Dena ever tied and tortured me and, for some reason, I felt safe. Once again, I was 14 and I’m sure I had a little kinkiness in me. I wanted to get free, but I can’t say I was having a bad time.