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 Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:08 am
In a building far beneath the surface of the earth, there is a society that calls itself "The Secret Ticklers". Its members kidnap men and women, get them ready to be tickled, tickle them for however long they want, and wipe their memories of having been there before putting them back into their normal life.
Preparation, for men, by default consists of having their shirts, shoes, and socks removed (if they're being worn in the first place) while they're unconscious, then bound to a table; however, some ticklers -- who are, for the men, usually women, and attractive ones, at that -- prefer to expose the tickle spots themselves, and may request that they be left on. For the women, female members usually do the same as for the men, but put other tops on them that leave their midriffs and underarms exposed. (Of course, if their original tops already expose these spots, or their ticklers -- who are usually men -- request otherwise, then they don't change them.)
After the tickler is done, he or she asks the victim if she or he would like to join them, or just be returned. If she or he just wants to be returned, the aforementioned memory wipe is used, and the victim is returned. Otherwise, she or he may join, but is warned: the penalty for joining just to expose them later is stiff.
The tickling is not for any purpose other than to tickle people. Not money, not information, or any other reason: just tickling to make people laugh.
This is where we come in. Everyone in this roleplay should play at least one victim and one tickler. You may be your own, and in fact that may be the best way to avoid the situation where two guild members' characters are interacting, but *ahem* *ahem* one member stops contributing and never picks it up again, thus leaving the other one hanging? But either way, yeah.
I don't know if this'll go anywhere, and kidnapping RPs aren't really my preference (I prefer just friendly situations), but it's worth a shot.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 11:17 am
On a table in this strange place, a man in his early 30s wakes up. He realizes that his wrists and ankles are held down. His bonds are firm, but not painful. The table itself is rather comfortable, with nice support for his head.
"Ugh, where am I?" he says. He tries to get a good look around, but the room is not well-illuminated except in spots where there are tables like the one he's on. Many are empty, but some have men on them, and others, women. He even sees one being carried to a table and strapped down. He looks at himself, noticing that he feels a draft.
"And where are my shirt, shoes, and socks?" he continues. Indeed, the only outerwear he has on is a pair of jeans.
The man hears approaching footsteps and turns his head to the source: a beautiful younger woman steps into the light.She wears an outfit that shows off her gorgeous belly and underarms, as if to tease those who would like to be in the opposite roles with her. The man looks her over, finds himself gazing at her good-looking unpierced bellybutton, and looks up at her face.
"Who are you?"
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