So, having been shown there by a stunning blonde lady who calls herself “Hunter” (not the most appealing handle for those of us way down the “food chain”, but my goodness is she pretty regardless), I find myself in the complicated shower room Revive. I’ve cleaned up, and now I find I’m occupied with “preparations”…
Ms. Kendra peeks her pretty head into the room, big smile showing, but also a little surprise (I think she was expecting to be pounced on). Curiosity getting the better of her, she struts fully inside and tries to figure out what is going on as I’m focused on moving things around on the table…
Ms. Kendra: “Whatcha doin?”
Rabbit: “Getting ready.”
Ms. Kendra: “Getting ready for what?” (looking a little worried)
Rabbit: “You'll see.”
Ms. Kendra: “Ummm... ok... so, why is there candy all over the floor?”
Rabbit: “I needed the candy dish.”
Ms. Kendra: “And why did you need the candy dish?”
Rabbit: “To hold the Gravol.”
Ms. Kendra: “And what exactly for do you need Gravol for?” (now looking decidedly worried)
Rabbit: “It’s for you.”
Ms. Kendra (now borderline terrified): “And what do I need Gravol for?”
Rabbit: “The nausea.”
Ms. Kendra: “The nausea?”
Rabbit: “Oh yes. And not just the usual nausea – there’s also the extra nausea from all the ‘shaky happy moments’ you’re going to have.”
Ms. Kendra: *staring at me in amused disbelief*
Rabbit: “Ms. Lilith said I was an exceptional tickler. She even suggested that I share the joy of my attentions with you. So – I’m here to pleasure you.”
Smiling brightly, fully nekkid now, and absolutely stunning, Ms. Kendra hops up onto the table, gives me a little wink, and tells me “ok – have at it!”.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
And did I have at it… her… whatever. And, God bless her, she did a pretty good job of stifling most of the giggles. But it wasn’t very long before I was huffing and gasping, completely out of tricks, and a little concerned that I might have started something I couldn’t finish.
And that concern came to fruition at the point where she looked back at me over her shapely shoulder… pretty blue eyes sparkling, that sweet Ambrosia tush wiggling in my general direction… and with that sweet mouth of hers, she said “violate me”.
Rabbit: “I beg your pardon?”
Ms. Kendra: “Violate me.”
Rabbit: “Oh, I don’t think so…”
Ms. Kendra: “Violate me. @#$% #$%^ %#& @$!%”
Rabbit: “No… I can’t. Just tickles. Happy, happy tickles.”
Now, I suspect that little “twist” was just for effect. Or it may have been a way of getting out of being “pleasured” for a while. Or heck, for all I know, she may even have actually been mad that I wouldn’t (couldn’t) do her bidding. Doesn’t really matter what the heck was going on, though - ‘cause it gave her reason to act… and it changed the session quite dramatically at that point. ‘Cause amateur time was over, the professional was fully engaged, and The Franchise was in charge.
And she did things… all sorts of things… in every way to do them. We did “mutilated hedge clippers”. We did the “retarded walrus”. We did “cinderblock wheelbarrow”. I think she even gave me an “oxidized toy bugle” (but I can’t be sure about that one… I was sobbing pretty hard by then).
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
When I “came to”, I was folded over the chair. My eyes were pointing in different directions, but in the left one I could see Ms. Kendra’s beaming face as she held my head up by my ears, clearly trying to “Revive” me (yes, yes…).
Ms. Kendra: “You o.k.?”
Rabbit: “I can’t feel my legs.”
Ms. Kendra: “So, how do you think you’re doing at ‘pleasuring' me?”
Rabbit: “I can’t feel my legs.”
Ms. Kendra: “You go home and practice. You can try again tomorrow.”
Rabbit: “I can’t feel my legs.”
So… it appears that I need to do a little better job on filtering out the truthful from the… less than truthful. And to that end, I think I need to go down to Supreme and have a little talk with Ms. Lilith about her sense of humour. It looks like I’m going to have to drag myself there, though…
...I still can’t feel my legs.
Happy thumping, all!
Ms. Kendra peeks her pretty head into the room, big smile showing, but also a little surprise (I think she was expecting to be pounced on). Curiosity getting the better of her, she struts fully inside and tries to figure out what is going on as I’m focused on moving things around on the table…
Ms. Kendra: “Whatcha doin?”
Rabbit: “Getting ready.”
Ms. Kendra: “Getting ready for what?” (looking a little worried)
Rabbit: “You'll see.”
Ms. Kendra: “Ummm... ok... so, why is there candy all over the floor?”
Rabbit: “I needed the candy dish.”
Ms. Kendra: “And why did you need the candy dish?”
Rabbit: “To hold the Gravol.”
Ms. Kendra: “And what exactly for do you need Gravol for?” (now looking decidedly worried)
Rabbit: “It’s for you.”
Ms. Kendra (now borderline terrified): “And what do I need Gravol for?”
Rabbit: “The nausea.”
Ms. Kendra: “The nausea?”
Rabbit: “Oh yes. And not just the usual nausea – there’s also the extra nausea from all the ‘shaky happy moments’ you’re going to have.”
Ms. Kendra: *staring at me in amused disbelief*
Rabbit: “Ms. Lilith said I was an exceptional tickler. She even suggested that I share the joy of my attentions with you. So – I’m here to pleasure you.”
Smiling brightly, fully nekkid now, and absolutely stunning, Ms. Kendra hops up onto the table, gives me a little wink, and tells me “ok – have at it!”.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
And did I have at it… her… whatever. And, God bless her, she did a pretty good job of stifling most of the giggles. But it wasn’t very long before I was huffing and gasping, completely out of tricks, and a little concerned that I might have started something I couldn’t finish.
And that concern came to fruition at the point where she looked back at me over her shapely shoulder… pretty blue eyes sparkling, that sweet Ambrosia tush wiggling in my general direction… and with that sweet mouth of hers, she said “violate me”.
Rabbit: “I beg your pardon?”
Ms. Kendra: “Violate me.”
Rabbit: “Oh, I don’t think so…”
Ms. Kendra: “Violate me. @#$% #$%^ %#& @$!%”
Rabbit: “No… I can’t. Just tickles. Happy, happy tickles.”
Now, I suspect that little “twist” was just for effect. Or it may have been a way of getting out of being “pleasured” for a while. Or heck, for all I know, she may even have actually been mad that I wouldn’t (couldn’t) do her bidding. Doesn’t really matter what the heck was going on, though - ‘cause it gave her reason to act… and it changed the session quite dramatically at that point. ‘Cause amateur time was over, the professional was fully engaged, and The Franchise was in charge.
And she did things… all sorts of things… in every way to do them. We did “mutilated hedge clippers”. We did the “retarded walrus”. We did “cinderblock wheelbarrow”. I think she even gave me an “oxidized toy bugle” (but I can’t be sure about that one… I was sobbing pretty hard by then).
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
When I “came to”, I was folded over the chair. My eyes were pointing in different directions, but in the left one I could see Ms. Kendra’s beaming face as she held my head up by my ears, clearly trying to “Revive” me (yes, yes…).
Ms. Kendra: “You o.k.?”
Rabbit: “I can’t feel my legs.”
Ms. Kendra: “So, how do you think you’re doing at ‘pleasuring' me?”
Rabbit: “I can’t feel my legs.”
Ms. Kendra: “You go home and practice. You can try again tomorrow.”
Rabbit: “I can’t feel my legs.”
So… it appears that I need to do a little better job on filtering out the truthful from the… less than truthful. And to that end, I think I need to go down to Supreme and have a little talk with Ms. Lilith about her sense of humour. It looks like I’m going to have to drag myself there, though…
...I still can’t feel my legs.
Happy thumping, all!
