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Just as you finish marveling at your feminine appearance, you once again feel compelled. You stand and step daintily over to the big pink bed. As you do, the silky curtains of pink satin that hang from the posts of the bed seem to slither on their own. Once you are close enough, they fly out at you. You find yourself able to move only just long enough to attempt to run, but can' even turn before the silky tendrils seize you by the waist. Before you can do any more, they seize your legs and arms as well and pull you onto the big pink bed. They constrict, and hold you with your arms up and your legs spread. You wiggle, struggle, and try to cry out, but it seems to do no good.
You are tied to the bed, and as you watch, something comes creeping up over the side. It's... a pink feather. You frown, wondering what on Earth could happen next. Then the feather seems to dance across the bed on an unseen breeze, coming up to your exposed armpits. It begins to tickle you, and despite yourself, a girly little giggle escapes your lips.
"Hey! Stop that!" You cry, but then gasp and squeal as a tickling comes from your other armpit. On the other side is another pink feather. Soon, the both of them are tickling your armpits and you can't help falling into a fit of frantic giggles. You wriggle and writhe against the satin restraints to no avail. All the laughter is making it hard to keep track of what's going on, but at some point you feel a tickling on your feet, too. As you look down, your shoes have been removed and silk gloves are tickling your restrained feet.
You are helpless and held as a giggling mess of girliness and frills.
Written by Anon
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