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A Dream of how Love Works... ( first person / f )

C.K. Storyteller

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Greetings everyone. I am a storyteller.

So I woke up this morning with ideas running through my head.
Let's just get started, so they don't disappear, as many dreams tend to do.

(Authors note: What began as a story turned almost into a poem. That was not my intention. Although some parts do rhyme.)


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I am shaking, literally shaking, with anticipation.
You are minutes away from showing up at my doorstep,
and I can't keep my hands still
to pick up the kitchen and pour the drinks.

I hear a noise.
Is it you? I rush to the window to look.
Nope, just a passing car.
Damn.

How did this all start?
I can't help asking myself that, even after all this time.
It seems so surreal, even now,
knowing soon our dreams will be realized.

What started as Silly Stuff soon turned
to finding each other on other threads.
Then, the private messages.
The questions, the jokes, the idle flirtations.

I gave you my e-mail address.
More questions, more stories, more chatter.
The dumb forwarded chain letters
That I also passed on to my friends, just cause they're from you.

I still have the first text message you sent me,
even though it just said "Hi."
I have the other ones too, the more detailed ones,
but your first one is my favorite.

How many hours did we spend on the phone at night?
Talking 'til dawn,
suffering through work the next day on a couple hours of sleep.
Only to rush home to do it again the following night.

I remember feeling this way when we met,
a year or so ago, face to face for the first time.
It was awkward for the first few seconds,
and then it was like we had never been apart.

And now, after countless more visits,
you're coming to actually spend more than a few hours with me.
We've been planning for months, it seems,
working out details, figuring out where we stand.

Another noise outside. I rush to the window to see your car pulling up the driveway.
I fight the urge to leap for joy,
instead choosing to wave like an idiot.
Very cool, man. Really playing it cool.

We meet at the door, still awkward given the situation.
You pull me into a hug, and I remember what it's like to see the sunrise.
We hold it for what seems like hours, you and I
standing in my doorway, but also miles away.

Again, I play it cool, giving you a tour of my house.
You tell me I sound like I'm trying to sell it to you.
We laugh, of course.
Although. . .

We eat, we talk, you wrinkle your nose
in that way that melts my heart and makes me giddy.
I tell a couple bad jokes, of course
but you giggle at them, which lifts my soul.

We watch TV, where I'm once again Mr. Suave
sliding my arm around you with the speed of a snail.
You curl up in my arms, though.
I feel like I'm truly alive.

You take charge, like I hoped you would,
asking to see the basement.
We both know what's down there
but I'd have ignored it all weekend if you hadn't said anything.

I lead the way down, just because I haven't had time
to fix the railing on the stairs.
I offer my hand, and you take it gently
sending that butterfly feeling through my whole body.

I turn on the light, and your gasp chills me.
You walk slowly around it, feeling the sturdiness of the wood,
the soft leather seat, the rope swaying gently from the ceiling.
You tell me this must have taken me months,
though I say it was nothing.

It did take me months, though.
Weekends, evenings (before you called),
even a couple sick days this week to get everything perfect.
Your reaction makes it all worthwhile.

I ask if you'd like to try it out, since it was made for you.
You hesitate, but only for a second.
You slip onto the seat, beaming at me.
I'll remember this moment as long as I live.

I lift the top half of the stocks
asking you to raise your feet up.
You laugh at my silly German accent
but quickly do as I've requested.

I gently lower the stocks in place
asking if you're comfortable.
You squirm a bit, smiling more as you realize
you're not going anywhere.

I click the lock in place, then move to your arms
and you reach up, pull me close to you, and kiss me.
Our lips brush against each other gently
before deepening. I lose track of time.

When we pull away, you hold your wrists out,
and I truly become aware of your submission.
My body floods with passion as you gaze at me meekly.
You yearn to be helpless.

I cuff your wrists, raising them over your head
A quick "click", and you're mine for the taking.
You struggle once more, growing more flushed
as the full impact of your situtation hits you.

I change as well, seeing you like this
Helpless in a way I've only dreamt of
You can see it in my eyes, I guess
Since you whisper "You're in charge."

I circle you slowly, taking in
every facet of your body in this position.
You grow more flustered with each second
that I keep my hands to myself.

Finally, I hear you whimper
I grin, kneeling next to you
We kiss again, only this time
the initial gentleness is gone.

Before our lips part company
I gently begin squeezing your sides.
You squeal, still trying to hold the kiss
pressing yourself into me deeper.

It's only when I slide my hands
under your T-shirt to touch bare skin
that you pull away, unable to contain
the rush of laughter I'm forcing out.

I slide my hands across your sides, exploring
this newfound finger playground.
Even though I know your spots by heart,
showing is different than telling.

Your sensitivity is evident
as every inch of skin I touch
causes waves of laughter and increased struggles
though not a word of complaint.

I stop myself sooner than I'd like
I'm scared to death I'll go too far
You quickly regain your composure
biting your lip with excitement.

This only fuels my fire for you more
so now I reach out again
choosing to try out your legs
which you've long since said were a weakness.

I quickly discover that I need to add
a strap to hold your knees in place
Your laughter turns to screams of mirth
desperately trying to escape.

I stop again, too soon, it seems
your laughter subsides, and you pout
This breaks my heart, so I go back
now trying your knees and stomach at the same time.

I'm rewarded with more laughter, more screams and more gasps
This time I'm not going to stop so easily.
How about your bellybutton? Or your ribs?
Your hips cause the highest pitch squeal.

I decide to try some mental teasing
so I whisper in your ear
How after this, I'll need to spread you out on a bed
to really explore your upper body.

You squirm with pleasure, catching your breath
Telling me that you can't wait for that
You want to go upstairs right now
But, alas, I say, I'm not done yet.

I move off to the other side of the room
More whimpers of loneliness from my helpless angel
It's only when you see my toolbox in hand
That you whimpers turn from need to fear.

I've hinted at this toolbox since the first time
we were able to use "tickling" in conversation.
You know most of what is in here
But seeing it is a different beast.

I pull a chair up to the stocks
setting my toolkit down in plain sight.
I gaze at you, but you're transfixed with it
You only come back to your senses when you feel your shoes come off.

I've savored each moment that you've been here so far
But this might just be the Holy Grail
I've never been this close to your feet before
I force myself to take this nice and slow.

I gently peel off your socks
and am greeted with a wonderful aroma
Could it be. . .Vanilla?
I look at you, and you knowingly smile.

Once again, I have to will myself
to not lose control and ravage you.
With all my strength, I sit stock still
and admire your heavenly feet.

Milky white soles, light pink toes
your skin wrinkles when you flex them.
You blush with embarassment
even though I know you love it.

I can't help myself, I reach out and
gently slide a finger from heel to toe.
You giggle immediately, wiggling your foot
and I know that I am blessed.

Once again, the change occurs,
my eyes flash and passion builds.
Seeing that, you nervously smile
Your toes curl up in an attempt to hide.

I grin at you, opening the toolkit,
capturing your full attention once again.
I pull out the silk cords I've mentioned
and you can't control the moan that escapes.

I gently but firmly secure the cord
around your two big toes.
Another cord holds them neatly back to the stocks.
Resistance is futile.

Now that I have you helpless and vulnerable
It's time for you to meet my toys, one at a time
Not saying a word at what I'll do with them
I'll just let your imagination run wild.

First, a pair of feathers
I twirl them around in my hand
I see your toes curl slightly
So I know we're on the same page.

Next, a bottle of warming lotion
Once again, our minds are linked
I place some on your heels
just so you can feel what it will be like.

Coming up is my favorite; a pair of make-up brushes
I see you squirm in your seat, knowing what these will do.
I decide to say that these will definitely follow us to the bedroom
and your hips rock back and forth instinctively.

Sticking to the brushes theme,
I pull out a standard toothbrush.
This is followed by its electric brethren
which, I know full well, is your deepest fear.

I turn it on, not touching you yet,
just enjoying the effect it has
the sound alone makes you squirm and giggle
the closer I move to your feet, the louder you laugh.

The rest of the toys will be saved for later,
I think these alone will do the trick
Besides, I say, I have 10 more toys
that have been dying to meet your feet.

With that, I run my fingers slowly up and down your soles
You cackle with laughter, squirming in the chair.
I'm delighted to see how tightly the stocks hold you
and how your tied toes can only wiggle back and forth.

I slowly explore your feet, even though I have
your ticklish spots ingrained in my head.
I find your heels more ticklish than you claimed
so I tickle them more, to punish you for lying.

Moving up to your arches, I find no misinformation there
You howl with laughter, bucking up and down
I really need to put in that knee strap
Maybe one for your waist, too.

I spend lots of time on your soles
moving back and forth and up and down
I discover that if I move my fingertips in circles
your laughter increases in volume.

Onto the balls of your feet,
which you admitted were super-sensitive
Thanks be to toe-ties
For keeping them nice and taut for me.

Hey now, what's this?
If I use my fingernails to go side to side
you actually begin to plead with me to stop!
You said you wouldn't do that, no matter what I did.

I continue this for a while, stopping
only when I see tears well in your eyes.
You take a minute to catch your breath
but your smile tells me the real story.

Now, I've been really patient.
Saving my favorite for last
I can't wait anymore, though.
Your toes are too appealing to ignore.

I start with your big toes, since they're so helpless for me.
I try the pads of your toes, to much success.
You cry out that it's not fair that they're tied
Since I can just tickle them all day long.

Trying to be fair, I move to your other toes.
Testing the tips, underneath and between.
Your screams and peals of laughter
tell me I've hit the jackpot.

Sadly, though, they are wiggling much too much for my taste.
Luckily, I have lots of silk cords.
You whimper as I secure each toe back
making sure to leave room in between for my toys.

After another trip or two down your feet
which leaves you a blubbering mess
I decide to break out my toys
asking you which one I should use first.

This is the part you love and hate
where I ask you to choose your own torment.
But you know that if you don't play along
It's only to your detriment.

"Feathers," you gasp, even though you know where I'll go.
"As you wish," I reply, taking them for a sweep across your soles.
This causes giggling, but not torture, so I keep it up for a while.
I might be a little sadistic, but I'm not totally mean.

After a few minutes of light touches, when I see you've recovered
I move the feathers to under your freshly tied toes.
It doesn't take long to get you back to near insanity
especially when I slide them in between.

A few more seconds of respite for you
Now it's my turn to pick a toy
But since I'm in charge, I think I'll cheat.
Time for both make up brushes.

You might not have noticed before,
but one brush is smaller than the other.
I find the smaller one works best under your toes
While the bigger one is great for that circle technique I found.

I lose myself a little bit, captured in the moment.
You actually have to beg for the tickling to stop this time.
I can see you're close to the end
I can't say that I blame you.

I give you lots of time to recover
mainly because we both know what's next.
You really can handle only one more round
and I'd hate to leave you disappointed.

The whirring of the toothbrush catches you by surprise.
Once again, I don't touch you with it right away.
But, angel that you are, you nod at me
then throw your head back and explode with laughter.

I map out the usual pattern across your feet
making sure I use the toothbrush on those heels of yours.
I discover if I trace the inside of your feet
you begin calling God for help.

You start calling me names when I try
the circle pattern on your soles.
You lose your handle on the English language
when I use the brush under your toes.

Another minute more of this torture
ending with sliding the brush between each toe.
Then, exhausted myself, I stop
rushing up to free your hands and hold you tight.

You collapse against me, totally spent
I hope I didn't go too far.
Then you kiss me, deeper than ever.
Is it too soon to tell you I love you?

I carefully free you, then lift you in my arms
carrying you upstairs to your bed.
I hold you for a while; you drift asleep
curled in my arms like a dream.

When you awake, you smile at me
snuggling closer to my ear.
"Here we are, up in my bed.
Didn't you have something planned for here?"

I look at you in sheer surprise
You grin sheepishly, starting to blush
Your look changes when I lift your hands
up into the waiting cuffs.


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As always, that would be a story for another day.
 
Oh-my-freakin'-GOD... C.K., you out did yourself with this one! I can't believe I'm the first to respond to this beautifully told story... beautiful, and HOT, I might add. :blush: There were so many parallels between the 'lee in your story and myself that I thought you had crept your way inside my head for a few moments and read my mind.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go take a cold shower :D

Maggie
 
Glad to see people discovering, or rediscovering, this story. It's one of my favorites.

Maggie, glad to see you could find yourself in the character.

Marquis, same comment, though I'm assuming we're meaning different characters.

Thanks, friends
 
this is really different and well-written. to say the prose is intriguing is an understatement...the building tension is very percievable.
i like the calculating perspective of the 'ler and making the 'lee choose their punishment is a nice twist. keep it up!
 
Thanks to everyone who has enjoyed this story thus far.

I've always loved the idea, on either side of the feather, of having to choose your own torture. It must increase the sensations just knowing you only have yourself to blame.

Thanks again, friends.
 
C.K., I read this for the first time this evening. It's so unique, so full of emotion, so engaging I literally got frustrated with myself because I couldn't read it fast enough...

...and because I couldn't see it clearly with all the tears in my eyes. You just had me reliving every single emotion I experienced last week when I visited Redscript while I devoured every line. I didn't think anyone else could even understand that kind of perfection, much less manage to transcribe it so exactly with mere words.

Thank God you didn't continue through the inevitable "goodbyes" after such a perfect session or I would still be unable to see to type.

Thank you sincerely for this.

Mistress Aura :justlips:
 
Aura, thank you most kindly for your words. I'm thrilled to hear you could experience something similar to the story.

Thanks for reading.
 
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