When we last left off, your arms were above your head, chained to the headboard, and legs were chained to the far corners of the queen sized bed. Your clothing was shredded, lying under and your naked body. An interesting necklace lies broke near by with shimmering beads scattered through out the bed.
I climb off your glistening body to open a drawer, and pull out a long green, red and purple peacock feather. I start tickling at your far left arm, sliding the light plumage at the tips of your fingers, along your wrist, forearm, and shoulder. Twirling it a bit along your chest above your breast, brushing against your neck, before continuing along the other arm and flicking past your finger tips. I move it by your little chin, swishing back and forth in small strokes between you breasts, all throughout your stomach with a circle around your belly button, to the nether-regions between your legs, fully exposed in your presently immobilized position. You lift your hips, rising as if to beg for more.
The feather scampers along each of your legs and twice more lightly swishing over your entire body. Your hips and chest rise and fall to meet its gentle touch, your arms and leg twisting and turning to the full extent that your shackles will allow.