"I... I seek pleasure. Just as you." you stuttered out, almost in a trance.
"Good." The woman purred. She stroked the feather up your defenseless sole.
You let out a stream of giggles, unable and unwilling to contain them. Her fingers scratched, moving upward on your foot, like a machine. The way her fingers moved were like a spider, and the motion of her fingers which stroked downward toward your heel opposed to her hand moving upward was driving you crazy, yet... it was in a good way. Your body involuntarily twitched, even though you were beginning to enjoy the stroking, the feather (which was now sawing in between your toes), and most of all... you enjoyed the fact that this woman was doing it. Her skill, her strange aura, it was strange but benevolent, and you wanted it to continue. Instead of blocking out the sensations and resisting the laughter as you did in the beginning, you now embraced them. You didn't feel the restraints were necessary, but they were nice to have in order to tame your twitching body. You were laughing in earnest, but all the sudden, the tickling stopped, and sanity returned.
All of the sudden, thinking back, tickling is torture for you! How could this woman do this to you?! But at the same time, now a second voice in your mind countered. Wait... this wasn't in your mind, this woman was whispering in your ear!
"The tickling IS torture, but you love it. You think your tickler is cruel, but you want her to go on," she cooed, and ran one dainty finger through your underarm, going in circles and drawing shapes, very, very gently, teasing, no, tantalizing your flesh.
"Yes, you are perfect. Ticklish all over aren't you?" she asked rhetorically, before scribbling on your bare midsection and earning more reactions. Taking an opportunity to speak, you ask, "Why are you doing this? Why me? What gives you such pleasure?"
"I simply enjoy tickling attractive people, such as yourself. It gives me pleasure to inflict such sensations upon others, while it gives your pleasure to have these sensations inflicted. For mortals, death may be an end to pleasure and it may be inescapable, but that's all the more reason to enjoy what you can while you can, so I love mortals especially. Now, if there are no more questions..." she straddled your waist, pressing your body against the rack, "I think I'll get back to your feet later. Lets see what your upper body has to offer."
With a quick flex of her fingers, she slowly reached out for your....
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