@Miss Shy Dawn is shaking as she allows herself tombe strapped in. Shy was very hard to read. By the time she’s fully bound, the mare is already quivering.
Oh dear… m-maybe I..
And when the first thing to touch her is a feather to the belly, Dawn cannot help but laugh.
Ah! AAaaahahahaa! I- thahats…!
The bonds prove strong, as Dawn immediately begins wiggling and tugging like crazy, to no effect.
@Sad Shy begins swirling the feather in a whirlpool pattern, the center being at her belly button. She says nothing, only letting her sinisterly playful expression talk for her.
@Miss Shy Dawn’s head leans backward, a squiggled line of resistance forming her mouth. Her body is busy straining, all Dawn’s hooves visibly tugging on their respective bonds at one point or another. The effect moves her torso about, if only marginally.
PppfftAaaahahahahaa!
Unable to hold in her giggles for very long at all, her resolve breaks and laughter pours headfirst out of Dawn.
@Sad
Oh, this is me going easy~ This is only one hoof and one feather!
Shy chuckles, sticking the feather right in her belly button and twirling it around. She hasn’t even got to the part where she doesn’t get to cum, but it’s all part of the buildup to nothing.
@Miss Shy
I-iknow, but-EEEEEEEHEEEAAAHAHAAHA!! No! Plehease not thereheree!
With the feather to her navel, Dawn goes berserk. Her efforts double in power, and she starts writhing her whole torso in a pathetic attempt to escape. Follwing up with squeaks and giggles, Dawn begs for mercy here, not even able to imagine what would lie ahead.
@Sad Shy starts to hum as she teases Dawn’s belly button with the single feather, idly eying what else she can use for the foreplay and the main event…
@Miss Shy As Dawn writhed and squealed, Shy would be able to see many tools she never got to use. Including the more naughty ones, such as vibrators and machines.
aahahahaaa!
Helpless to stop her, Dawn stares terrified at the swirling plume in her navel, twisting her torso about like a bound ragdoll.
With the sudden, unexpected prick of ticklish pleasure from that twirl in her nethers, Dawn arches her back with a gasp, before quickly regaining composure. Some of it.
@Miss Shy
(Perfectly fine! I had to go too, so it was perfectly timed.)
Ahahaaaaa p!
As the toughbristled brush began to ride down Dawn’s hindhoof, she loses control and bursts into laughter. She regains it a second later, cutting off her guffaw with a sharp ‘p’ sound. Her mouth tight from the effort, the mare slowly shakes her head back and forth, stopping to stare at the brush on it’s path.