Raising her head to see where the fluffy feathers might go Maria pleaded with a voice sweet as sugar. "Please not, do not tickle me, I really need to go the bathroom. Please. PLEASE! NOoooooo iiiiihhiiihiiiiiiiiihiiiii" The tone changed with the instant of the feathers touching the skin of her inner thighs half way between legs and lower body. They lingered for a moment, bobbing up and down, before they started to swing like a pendulum. Her legs are tied far enough apart that any attempt of squeezing the legs together does not affect the feathers. "Teehe. Tehehe. Aaaaaaawwwwww" The tickle monster looks up and sees her bite her lips and squeeze her eyes shut. "Is the little secret keeper ticklish? Are those fluffy babies here too soft for the delicate skin?"
Maria opens one eye, shakes her head and winces. "It tickles, but I urgently have to pee. I told you. Untie me please." Moving the feathers away you give her the impression that she gets released. Instead you only remove the silly white linen and the cover of your face to get more comfortable. When she sees the feathers reappear she shouts at you. "I will pee all over if you touch me. And it will be your fault." You pondered and made quick use of the linen you had taken as your tickle monster outfit. You put your hand under the girl's firm butt making her yelp, raise it and spread the linen under her. While you spread it you pull up her nightie that her blue low-cut panties with the rain droblets are open to see, leaving a wide stretch of bare cocoa colored skin to the hem of the nightie. "That's that. Now tell me your secret. Maria stares at you. When the feathers touch ground again a few inches from the blue panties she gasps, giggles and starts shouting. "I will tell. I will tell. Iiiieeeeek I can't tehehe tell when you tickle me."
'Keep telling." You encourage her, letting the feathers explore to the north. "I have a kitten upstairs I can show you. Tehehehe. It is sooo young. Owieeee that is too close. I need to pee instantly now." You can see her clench the belly and leg muscles. "I promise to show the kitten."
"You lied. That ist not your secret." "It is, it is" the girl insists squealing, but the feathers now reach the soft blue cotton. "Not there. This is a girlie part" Maria howles.
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