Lydia finds herself bound to a cross on a mattress. Today marks the beginning of a series of tests that have already achieved classic status. All of these trials are about to center on Lydia's belly.
To start off, I delicately tickle Lydia's body, setting the stage for what's to unfold. This is followed by a gentle stomach massage, with the playful insertion of my finger into her navel. I then place my palm on her stomach, exerting a slight pressure. While doing so, I ask Lydia to count out loud, with my hand remaining in place.
Progressing further, I pr...
By Dero
Lydia finds herself bound to a cross on a mattress. Today marks the beginning of a series of tests that have already achieved classic status. All of these trials are about to center on Lydia's belly.
To start off, I delicately tickle Lydia's body, setting the stage for what's to unfold. This is followed by a gentle stomach massage, with the playful insertion of my finger into her navel. I then place my palm on her stomach, exerting a slight pressure. While doing so, I ask Lydia to count out loud, with my hand remaining in place.
Progressing further, I proceed to nibble on her belly and introduce the Wartenberg pinwheel for added sensations. My finger once again ventures deeply into Lydia's navel.
Moving on, I shift my focus to tickling Lydia on her sides, following it with a light slap on her stomach. My attention returns to her navel as I insert ice tongs, parting them and subsequently resuming the tickling of her tummy.
Recalling some earlier actions involving different tools, I repeat certain maneuvers, including more tickling and another gentle slap to Lydia's stomach.
At this point, I introduce marmalade into the scene, placing it within Lydia's navel, and then playfully consuming it before tickling her stomach with my teeth.
Building on the intensity, I escalate the tickling on Lydia's body and once again plunge my finger into her navel, all while she continues to count.
A return to the marmalade ensues, this time from her small navel.
The scene transitions as I take an ice cube and glide it over Lydia's warm belly. As the ice melts, it leaves a puddle within her navel, providing a fresh avenue for the more playful tickling of her quivering tummy.
Laughter fills the air as Lydia succumbs to the tickling. Returning to the marmalade and resuming interaction with the ice cube, I culminate the playful episode by introducing a candle. With its wax dripping onto Lydia's navel, a new sensation unfolds—her first experience of this kind.
Subsequent to this novel experiment, I engage in a prolonged session of tickling with the now-glistening, perspiring Lydia, before eventually allowing her release.
