想象一下被困住，无助，任由一个挠痒痒的刽子手摆布。这正是发生在她身上的事，一个低语的女俘虏。
Imagine being trapped, helpless and at the mercy of a tickling executioner. Thats exactly whats happening to me, a whispering female captive, as Im bound and gagged, unable to escape the merciless teasing thats about to ensue.


My arms are firmly bound in a straitjacket, my legs confined in a wooden straitjacket, leaving me completely defenseless. My impatience is palpable as my tormentor approaches, a wry smile forming on his face.


The first touch sends a chill down my spine as delicate fingers dance over my skin, seeking out the most sensitive spots. I squirm and struggle, but its no use: Im at his mercy.


The tickling intensifies, with an arsenal of tools at his disposal: brushes, pimpled gloves and even a few surprises I wont mention, all designed to push me to the brink of madness.