I walk up to one , small, nearby building. Showing my ticket to the guy working at the entrance, he waves me through to the entry vestibule. It looks like a lobby, with some pretty potted flowers, and several chairs against the walls. I notice a plaque above a door on the opposing wall, explaining that beyond is a room where I can change, and then I'm supposed tp go into another room beyond to experience ''Tickling's True Demons". Below are several conditions and clauses that don't really apply to me. Wondering what the plaque means, and seeing I'm the only one waiting for the ride, I step through the doorway.
I read another sign with instructions, and dutifully strip past my undergarments and place my clothes in a bin set against the wall. Afterwards, I go through yet another door. The room beyond is small and completely circular, shaped like a cylindar. Suddenly, a ring of enormeous feathers stretch out from the walls at the height of my bare belly. I start giggling and fidgeting at the tickling senation that that produces.
Suddenly, the feathers start spinning around my body, slowly gaining in speed. "Hehehehhahaha! That tickles!" I squeak as they continue rotating. I crouch abit, instinctively trying to alleviate the tickling, but that only succeeds in bringing them up to my sensitive ribs. I stand on tip-toe, and they brush lightly against my waist. I'm still giggling like a lune', enjoying the sensations on my completely nude body, as now the feathers extend out a little farther, and the tickling becomes more intense. "Hahahahahah!" Another set pops out, this time at chest height, and with more delicate, softer feathers. I carry on laughing like crazy, and cross my ams over my breasts. Still another circle unfolds, lazily going up and down while they spin, and insuring that no area below my waist goes without feathers. It goes on and on for what feels like hours, gettting steadily harder to deal with and more intense. By the time the it ends, five minutes later, I'm curled up on the floor sheilding my body, though my soles are still being explored at legnth.
Still laughing, and trying to catch my breath, I stand, collect my clothes from the bin, and head back outside.
Where will I head next?
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