--Felin’s
Log, Entry
no. 3: April 14th, 2007, 1338 hours.
--SubjectID:
GY622C4
The imagination is a lovely thing, I think… Left to its own devices, the human mind often comes up with many explanations for unknowns, and given the proper nudging, a person can come up with scenarios far more outlandish and sinister than anything I could come up with. People know their own worst fears far better than I do. Such was the case with the lovely auburn-haired beauty whom I had in my laboratory right now. She was still asleep, slumbering peacefully even as I finished setting her into the gynecologist’s chair that I intended to use for her… She was wearing a soft, silky black dress with long sleeves and a high collar, what looked like a pearl brooch nestled between her breasts. Silky black nylons completed the ensemble, which looked quite attractive, especially when contrasted with her fiery head of hair and light brown eyes. Her black pumps dangled from her toes, a result of how she was sitting with her legs spread apart and shackled into stirrups, and with a smile I flicked each of them off to clatter on the floor. For a moment, I considered her, and then took a brown leather cord and used it to bind her wrists together, even though they were already shackled to the top of the chair in which she sat. I liked the effect, and then, her restraint was done…
I flicked a switch on the terminal that was nearby, which caused a light overhead to snap on, beaming its cone of light down on the girl, who still slept, albeit fitfully. Her skirt had not quite been a good fit for this type of restraint, and her movements in sleep had caused it to ride up to her hips, which gave me a wholly unimpeded view of her panties and nylons. I smirked lightly, letting my claws tickle along the diamond pattern which drew the eye to its center, and the vulnerable, soft skin that lay beneath… But I made my claws drift lightly to her thigh, up and along the side of her leg, scratching gently and hearing the sound of my claws against the fabric of her leggings. She had started to squirm in response to the touch, though not yet awake, and when I came to her ankles, my hands gently slid around so that it was my palms and not my claws that rubbed over her heels. She gave off a pleasant sigh and smiled in her sleep, a smile that was serene only as long as I kept my hands flat against her feet and didn’t let my claws touch the bottom.
Slowly, I rubbed my hands up along her soles, until the heels of my palms were pressed against the balls of her feet, which meant that my claw tips were touching the centers of her heels, and this caused her to give a start, jerking against her restraints, and even letting out a light giggle and a sigh. Dragging my claws upward still, I did not press against her soles or apply any pressure, simply letting the fabric of her nylons against my claws create friction. Even this light touch was enough to send her entire body to shuddering, and she arched her back, displaying her hips to me nicely, but the restraint on her movement finally alerted her brain that something might not be right, and that perhaps she should return to consciousness. Her eyes tightened as if resisting the call, but when my claws reached the balls of her feet, her toes curled up and she uttered a restrained laugh that let me know she was about to come around.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, then shut quickly, confused by the bright light coming down from above. While it was not shining in her eyes, it was disorienting to awaken to, and she let her eyes open slowly after that, adjusting to the light rather quickly. “Wh-what’s going on here?” she asked, her voice hitching upward in a tone that approached consternation. The cone of light would make it so that anything outside the cone, including myself, would be difficult to see. It didn’t take her too long to realize what was happening; her body was restrained in this chair, her legs spread, her underwear showing… “Kyeeeee!” She let out a scream and tried to close her legs, but to no avail. I said nothing at first, and just let my claws scratch at the balls of her feet. “Heee! HEhehehe! Stop! Stop that! It tickles! Kyeheheheheheheee!!!” Even as she struggled to avoid my claws and stop giggling, fear fought with mirth for expression on her face, which resulted in an odd combination of a scared-looking girl giggling hysterically…
“What are you doing to me?” she squealed as soon as I let her take a breather. I hadn’t really tickled her that hard to begin with, just giving her a small sample of what was to come before stepping fully out of the light and picking through the tools on my tray. Sometimes the simple things were best… I picked up a long-handled wooden backscratcher and absentmindedly ran it along one foot, scratching at her sole and smiling at her fresh outburst of giggles. My attention was still mostly on the tray, wondering what I should choose… ostentatiously, of course, I picked up one device that appeared to be, and was, a vibrator. Not shaped like a phallus, mind, just… well, shaped something like that. I flicked it on and stopped tickling her so she could hear the buzzing noise. After an obligatory round of panting, she quieted and listened… and suddenly let out a gasp, trying to squeeze her legs together. I put the backscratcher down and let the vibrator worm its way in between her toes…
“KYEHEHEHEHEHEEHEE!!! DON’T! HEEHE!! Sthahahahah stop thahahhahAH AHAH stoppit! Ohahhahaah nooooo!! Nohaahahawhwhaaaaaa!!!” Clenching her toes around it only served to hold it in place, and she appeared to be quite sensitive there… so I left it there, as she unwittingly held it in place by keeping her toes curled up. Finally, I decided to forgo any tools this time and just stick with my fingers… with the exception of the vibrator, which I pulled out of her toes and set on the tray after flicking it off. The girl got only a moment of rest before I started tickling at her soles again, with much more vigor this time. Fresh gales of laughter poured from her, chest heaving up and down as she struggled to keep up with me…
I would tickle her firmly, centering in on the highest point of her arch, then moving just below the balls of her feet before sliding down to the heels… Then I stopped, and let my fingers slowly splay out as I dragged my hands up her soles slowly… this seemed to tickle her even more than boring in on one spot, but not nearly so much as when my fingers tickled the sides of her feet, only just creeping onto the side of the sole and tickling lightly. That sent her into a burst of laughter so intense that her cheeks flushed pink and she started to beg me to stop, tears in her eyes… part of her tears must be from laughing so much, I knew, but I couldn’t discount the fact that she was genuinely frightened… as well she might be. “P-please let me go,” she said softly, as I backed away from the table and returned with not another implement of torment but a soft handkerchief, with which I dabbed at her tears and stroked her cheeks. “Wh-what are you doing… why do you want to do this to me,” she said in a shaky voice, getting a good look at me for the first time as I stepped into the cone of light. To answer her, I only smiled and cupped her chin, waiting for her tears to be dried before I gently leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
Confusion reigned in her mind and body, I liked to imagine, as the soft, warm kiss tingled through her spine. It took a long moment before she seemed to realize what she was doing and struggled against me, so I let her go, stroking her stomach gently with the palm of my hand and tickling at the side gently. Her hips and back arched, but she didn’t giggle this time, only stared away from me with an intense blush on her cheeks. “Wh-why did you…” she began, but didn’t finish her sentence, as my fingers drifted down and started tickling her waist and hips. A screech of laughter punctuated her sentence. “EHEHHEEHEHEHHE STOP THAHAHHA! Shahahahhaha stoppit! HAHAHH shehehee toohshhahaha stop, don’t touhahahahahah touch hehehehe there!” I did stop, for a brief moment, and then tickled again… Stop, go, stop, go, until even during the times I wasn’t tickling her, she was squirming, rolling her hips around and pressing her lips tightly together to repress laughter.
“Tickle, tickle,” I teased lightly, the first words I had spoken to her since she had awoken, letting my forearms rest lightly on her thighs and keeping her attention on her waist by letting feather-light touches and pokes drift lightly against her skin. It wasn’t really enough to make her laugh, just enough to keep her on edge as my tail slowly sneaked around underneath and then brushed against her soles, lightly up and down. The surprise made her shriek, and when I started tickling her inner thighs her laughter only ratcheted up higher… quickly scrabbling my claws against her nylons and curling my tail around her foot, I sought to find her limit, to see where she would go… and just to confuse her, I leaned over and gave her another kiss, quieting the tickling for a bare moment so she would not have to labor too hard over her breathing.
The tickling on her inner thighs became, slowly, more gentle and spiraled inwards towards the diamond shape that overlaid her underwear. I traced on it, gently following the outside of the pattern with my claws, very lightly… At first, the girl was simply relieved to have my tickling stop, as my tail slid off of her foot and rubbed against her thigh. She let out a sigh and gently rocked her body into my touch, letting a gentle tingling bliss overtake her body… Clouded as it was, her mind did not register what was happening at first, and by that time, it was too late. Her cheeks flamed with another blush, but she said nothing except to let out a muttered moan, cut off almost before it began…
It was a
small dilemma I faced, but one that was not too difficult to overcome.
Backing
off slowly, letting my touch linger, I went and poured a small glass of
water
for her, adding into it a dilute hypnotic agent. She saw the glass of
water,
and her eyes seemed thankful, but the warmth of embarrassment and the
confusion
I had stirred in her still colored her cheeks. But no matter… this
would solve
the problem. Tipping the cup to her lips, I let her drink all of it,
and within
a few minutes she was sleeping deeply. I let my lips slip to her ear…
“If you
wanted to continue, come to the well at