and now the conclusion of our mature tale. I would invite you all to start from part one (in my sig) to have a greater understanding of where our journey began. this is a special ending for our young couple. for some, true pleasure only begins witht he presence of fear. I cordially welcome you all to my dysfunction... (and please remember that your comments are the lifeblood of a thread. Big or small i would love to hear thouhgts from all of you.)
The shore (day one) part four:
About ten minutes later each had recovered enough from their afterglow to be able to interact with the other again. Greg retrieved the two water bottles that he had placed at the foot of the bed and out of sight. He lovingly made brought the open end of Amanda’s water to her parched lips. She looked so beautiful. After they had both finished their water Greg made sure that his little slave girl was alright.
“Are you okay?” Greg asked with genuine concern. He could only imagine what must be going on in that head of hers.
“Nooooo, you’re so evil!” Her familiar teasing tone and warm smile returning let Greg know that all was well with Amanda. Truth be told, things were a little bit more than well to be specific.
Greg just leaned in and nibbled on her ears and kissed her neck. She was comforted by his warm attention. It was a welcome rest to his evil torture. She just let all her emotions go. She just breathed deeply and enjoyed her well earned massage. She let her tears of joy be openly seen. It was such a privilege to have a husband who understood her deepest desires so well. She just lay there still bound and enjoy the deep massage that she was getting from her now loving husband.
Every now and then he would give her a playful tickle just to make sure she didn’t fall asleep. Even though her body had been through a hell she never imagined, sleep was the last thing on her mind. She was far too wired and knew she would require lots of cuddling.
Greg worked lovingly to work every bit of tension or soreness from her muscles. He couldn’t understand how she eroticized being bound so tightly. He never bothered to question it much-hahaha. Still he knew that it was what she loved more than anything. He loved nothing more than satisfying that sensual need for her.
For Amanda being UNTIED was always the hardest part of her bondage experience. She had to say goodbye to the sweet helplessness that she wrapped herself in like a warm blanket. The only thing that comforted her was the surety of her husband’s tight embrace. Still she was a little disappointed as she felt the straps holding her ankles being loosened and the string around her poor toes being untied. She took the opportunity to freely wiggle and flex her feet that had suffered so much. It felt good to feel the cool air kiss them while her toes wiggled with new found freedom. Greg already missed the sight of her cute feet bound so TIGHTLY together.
One by one the straps holding her calves, thighs and wrists were taken away and cast aside. Finally Greg took off her blindfold. He could look into Amanda’s piercing hazel eyes again. She stretched her tight body out to regain all of her lost motion. Her naked form laying face down was a sight to behold for Greg. She folded her arms delicately under her head on her pillow and could barely move. He just straddled the backs of her legs and continued her gentle massage. Just surveying her bare smooth skin still sent chills up Greg’s very core. She was so beautiful. He loved her so much. His emotion welled up in his chest.
He leaned down to finally take her lips into his. He laid his head next to hers and wrapped his arms around her still quivering body. She met his lips eagerly with hers. She was almost perfectly content as she lost herself deep in their passionate bond.
Still there was something in the back of her mind. Did he forget? It wasn’t like him to forget something like that. She tried to put it out of her mind as his fingers began to gently stroke through her hair.
As always he let a free hand trail up her delicate navel and she yelped into the back of his throat. Her subtle jump made him feel so alive. She broke mockingly away from him. “You’re so unfair!” Even in the face of her usual teasing Greg had an almost disturbing look on his face.
It was his usual loving gaze that made her feel so beautiful inside but there was something ELSE. Greg was HIDING something. “You’re so amazing Amanda. I love you so much. I have a surprise for you.’
She didn’t like the gleam in his eyes one bit. It all made sense to her now. There was something that hadn’t made since from the very beginning. She would have heard the garage door open and shut from their bedroom even if she was busy getting ready. He didn’t arrive while she was getting dressed… he was ALREADY THERE.
Amanda always got a little erotically scared when she and Greg played. That was part of the thrill for her. She had never really been afraid of him though. That is until the slightest bit at this very moment as his evil leer made her feel deliciously uncomfortable.
She looked at him quizzically. “Wh …What’s that Greg…?” She was so cute when she was nervous. Greg hadn’t seen her like this since the first time that he had handcuffed her to his bed in his tiny apartment. She was so sweet.
He leaned in and in a thunderous whisper said calmly, “I finished the chair!” Amanda’s eyes went wide. She was now thoroughly intrigued. THE CHAIR had always been a fantasy of hers. She never thought that she would be able to experience it. Greg always mocked her that he was secretly building it. She never really believed him. She could feel the excitement pounding in her temples again. Her nipples were returning to their rigid peaks and the greasy feeling between her loins was coming back full force.
She couldn’t tear herself away from staring at Greg as he walked over to his individual closet. She could only hope that he was kidding as he disappeared inside. As he emerged he carried it. It was a big sturdy contraption. It looked invitingly like an electric chair with the leather straps draping off the side. The cushioning was well done from where she could see. The legs were very tall so that her poor feet would be dangling helplessly. She gently nibbled her fingernail in further excitement. He set it down with a loud thud. She knew that when she was strapped down to the heavy chair that no matter how much she struggled she wouldn’t be able to get away. Her late teen fantasies had materialized right in front of her.
Greg felt so proud of himself. He had been working on this for literally years. The only thing that kept him going was thinking of the exquisite torture that this new device would allow him. It was the culmination of so many fake business trips. He almost felt guilty for deceiving his wife… almost. Truly since he was a freshman in college he had been dreaming of having a *ticklish* slave girl bound so efficiently.
Greg could see from where he stood that just the sight of the chair and its dangerous implications had Amanda set ablaze again. Her eyes grew wide and her breathing became quite heavy. She looked so cute nibbling on her fingernail in amazement. He stalked her slowly.
Amanda noticed him walking toward her with an evil grin and suddenly she felt all the wind return to her. She felt so alive. She couldn’t believe he had taken the time to fulfill this for her. She wanted to thoroughly reward every second he had used to bring her deepest fear to life. There was only one thing she could do to show her appreciation. She scurried to the head of the bed and wrapped herself into a little ball. She looked teasingly at Greg.
“There’s noooooooooo wayyyyyyyyy you are putting me in THAT thing.” Greg almost believed her, but the gentle mischievous gleam in her eye told the truth for him. She’s such a tease. He gently rested his hands on the bed stalking his prey.
“No way huh?”
“Nope!” Amanda stuck her tongue out at Greg for good measure. This only caused him to pounce on her more aggressively. She let out countless squeals of approval as his strong hands took her. She playfully batted as much as possible but they both knew the inevitable outcome. The whole while she was giggling sweetly lost in her sweet fantasy.
Greg enjoyed her putting up so much of a fight in her nakedness. Her subtle rubbing against him was a pleasant consolation to her impending doom. Somehow no matter how desperate the situation they always find a way to kiss during their enthusiastic rumblings. Greg’s lips met Amanda’s as they were rolling around on the bed. It reminded both of them of their early struggles in the back seats of cars.
Greg pinned Amanda’s hands over her head and it was over. He let his hand explore her sweet smooth tummy to no end. Her girlish giggles only intensified under his *ticklish* touch. No matter how much she raised her knees to her heaving chest his hand was still free to play with her quivering tummy. He took great pleasure in tracing his finger along the outline of her belly button as he was comforted by her familiar flowing laughter. Feeling her stomach muscles contract against his tickling only made the blood flow away from Greg’s head once again.
Without warning Greg shifted off the bed and Amanda was somehow over his shoulder yet again (much to her pulsing dismay). All that she could do was renew her feeble struggles as she was taken closer and closer to her girlhood fantasies of complete immobilization for her torture.
Greg eased her firmly onto the cushioned seat of the chair. Amanda was still fighting like a good girl to keep her arms away from the arms that extended straight out in front of her. Amanda’s arms would fit perfectly if Greg could bend them at the elbow but she had other plans. Not really, but at least that’s what she told herself to keep up her struggling for as long as she could.
Greg really appreciated her renewed spirit. He let her think that she had a chance before pinning her right arm down to the chair and then blocking her other arm with his massive male form.
“Hey, give me back my arm… I mean it Greg…” Amanda’s would be protesting made Greg chuckle to himself. Her squealing of approval and the huge smile on her face made Greg feel so warm inside. She was enjoying this even more than he was. He knew that this situation was both what she wanted more than anything and utterly helpless for her. With her playful struggles, Amanda still knew how to make it so much fun to torment her. That’s why he loves her so much.
He tightened the first strap around her forearm just above her elbow and that was enough to render her right arm useless to her. As he pinned the other arm to its final destination she looked him dead in the eye. She had such an evil smile on her face. “I mean it” is all that she could muster. She looked so beautiful. Her wild hair encased her radiant face so perfectly.
He kissed her deeply as he secured her other forearm to the chair tightly. He was almost lost in yet their most passionate kiss of the night. There was something even more desperate about the way her tongue probed his mouth longing for his. As their tongues gently massaged each others and they shared their baited breath Greg continued securing his poor wife to her devilish contraption… TIGHTLY.
Every time that a strap was tightened around her arms she let out a little sigh of relief into Greg’s mouth as they still held their passionate kiss. It was a wild mix of emotions as her deepest fantasies came crashing into the present. Amanda’s eyes were closed so tight. She could barely watch, but she knew that she had to. Greg had taken her blindfold off for a reason. He wanted to look deeply into her eyes as he took her to even higher levels of *ticklish* suffering. Who was she to deny him?
With her arms securely tied at the high forearm and wrists Greg set about the task of securing her biceps. The reality that literally no movement would be permitted for her was sinking in with striking precision as Amanda’s nipples became even more rigid and were rubbing painfully against the wrinkled dress shirt that Greg still wore. He looked so “unprofessional.” Her corporate corruption was worn like a badge of honor. She loved what she did to Greg. She felt so proud of herself
Greg finally pulled himself from Amanda’s hungry lips. She was definitely enjoying their maliciously romantic get away. She let out a sigh of deep surprise as he pulled around the straps to secure her torso. There were straps above and below her ample breasts to be put into place. Another slim leather belt would hold her waist tightly in place. There were two straps right in the middle of her quivering thighs. She could tell that her legs were to be spread as far apart as possible and that her butt was to be pressed as far back as it could reach for her to fit into the restraints. She didn’t realize that Greg was so handy.
He hastily fastened the belts just below her supple knees, over the front of her calves, and around her slender ankles. She was quite helpless. The finishing touch was the loose neck collar. He pulled her hair back away from her body as he fastened it securely into place. He kissed her gently on the cheek as he stepped back to admire her. Amanda thought to herself that his mix of cute cruelty was too delicious to endure.
She looked so ravishing. Her skin glowed from her two previous eruptions. Her breath was visibly altered by her current situation. It was much more shallow and desperate. The contrast of the black leather to her lightly tanned skin was intoxicating. The endless possibilities for her endless torture in such a predicament sent the sadistic taskmaster within him back to his evil calculations. Out of no where Amanda just started thrashing as hard as she could in her bonds.
Greg thought for a second that he had finally tickled her mad but realized that she was just getting acquainted with her new surroundings. All the effort and straining of her muscles in the world wouldn’t result in movement of one inch. The only thing she could do was lift the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet (he thought they had been through enough so the toe restraints wouldn’t be necessary).
Amanda was no longer in her bedroom. She had been transported to that sinister medieval torture chamber that haunted her sweetest dreams. Her hair was disheveled again. It was draped all over her pretty face. She looked a beautiful mess. Se just sat there breathing to herself thinking of how terrifically vulnerable she felt. Her heart also leapt at the loving attention that it took for her devious husband to construct such a contraption.
“I really can’t move. Mmmmmmmm” She audibly announced the tidal wave of helplessness washing over her more powerfully than she had ever imagined. She was in her own little world. She was moaning deeply relishing in her hopeless situation. “Thank you sooooooo much Greg… I love it…” What a disturbed little girl…
“I’m so glad that you like it dear… now… it’s my job to make you HATE IT!” His evil words brought a wicked smile to Amanda’s lips. She was obviously drunk with masochistic lust.
She looked him almost demonically and seductively licked her lips. “Mmmmmmmmmm Do you promise MASTER?” In the world of masochistic calculus the more aroused Greg was the more motivated he would be to torment her: so Amanda was as lascivious as possible.
To answer her question he showed her his last toy of the night: the infamous Hitachi magic wand. Amanda’s eyes grew wide with fearful curiosity. She was used to his tongue fingers and feathers. She didn’t really know what the strong vibrations would do to her poor tingly clit. He always teased her about getting the popular vibrator to tease her with, but she never thought he was serious. Now one of her deepest darkest fears was before her.
The same thighs that she had teased Greg earlier with through her sexy little dress now quivered as the cool air kissed between them reminding her of how vulnerable her sweet bald womanhood was to ANYTHING that came to Greg’s mind. That hopeless realization only sent the tingly pulsing sensations spilling out of her glistening mound through her thighs down to her twitching toes.
She let out a deep moan as Greg pressed the device firmly against her ever swelling clit before he plugged it in. Just feeling the massive head of the vibrator pressed against her sensitive swollen nub was a rush she could not describe. She had never experienced it, but just the thought of what it could do to her made her even more conscious (and appreciative) of how stringently she was bound. Greg went behind her to plug it in. As Greg plugged in the large vibrator Amanda braced herself for a sensation beyond anything that she had ever felt. Nothing…. Amanda had a puzzled look on her face. Hopefully it wasn’t broken. Her curiosity had already gotten the better of her.
Greg came slowly up behind her and placed his cheek right next to hers. He had put the slits under the arms of “the chair” just so he could tease her from this very intimate spot. “Don’t worry sweety, it’s not on yet.” His warm breath deeply hitting her eardrum as he whispered into her ear gave her a strange sense of comfort. She always enjoyed being ruthlessly tickled more when he was close by to comfort her. What a demented thought?
He liked being this close to her. He wanted to feel everything that she felt. This closeness provided that. He would feel every smile, every sigh, every giggle, every laugh, and every single scream that he forced out of his ticklish beauty. He could see that she was still starring curiously at the device resting against her most sensitive area.
“Don’t be so anxious sweety… Pretty soon you are going to be begging me to turn it back off.” With that he began gently squeezing her perfect erect nipples between his fingers. She let out a sharp sigh at his welcome touch. They had been teased and deprived of his loving cruel caress for far too long. As he firmly squeezed the tips of her delicious breasts sending waves of pleasure through her very being he let his fingertips trail lightly over the very tips of her rigid nipples. This sent electric shocks of pleasure shooting right through her.
She just moaned in response to his loving touch. She never wanted it too end. Just as she began to relax the slightest bit and begin to thoroughly enjoy her nipples being loved he switched his caress denying her. He let his fingertips trace lightly to the delicate undersides of her breasts. This was a delicious tickly sensation. In between letting the gentle pads of his fingertips caress her delicate undersides, he would lightly give her a truly ticklish jolt incorporating his fingernails for cruel tantalizing. This would give him a delicious and spontaneous jump even as she was held fast in her elaborate strap bondage.
“Is my poor little slave girl Ticklish?”
Amanda found his teasing so cute. “Ummm hmmmm” She could just nod her head in agreement as her sensitive breasts were being toyed with mercilessly.
Quickly he altered his destination from her delicate undersides to her ultra sensitive hollows. The sudden shift made her burst forth with desperate laughter. Her hollows were TERRIBLE. She for the first time couldn’t move her arms an inch to offer even futile defense. The intense helplessness even altered the sensation slightly. It tickled a little differently and little bit more than it normally would.
Amanda threw her head back and forth as much as her neck restraint would allow with her eyes squeezed painfully shut. The laughter was beginning to fully consume her again and she loved it. She was so glad that she was bound so TIGHTLY. There was nothing she could do to stop the overwhelming sensations from invading her. That is why she loves Greg so much. She was free to scream as much as she wanted with no fear of stopping the attention she so desperately craved.
Greg followed her thrashing head at every step. His face never left lock step with hers. He loved being able to share in her genuine desperation. Amanda’s sweet laughter from such a vantage point sounded almost as though it was originating from him. He could sense every muscle in her body straining for freedom only finding the comfort of a tight leather strap holding it properly in place. There was no where she could go to escape her *ticklish* fate and the waves of pure power and lust were washing over Greg again as he watched his poor sensitive wife suffer.
Just the thought of the word sent evil ideas running through his head. He was addicted. Even her desperate laughter now wasn’t enough. He began alternating from her ticklish hollows to her protruding ribs. He never let her get comfortable in any one place too long. The multiple sensations were crashing into her like a ticklish train wreck. Each new spot in their heightened state emitted a unique squeal of discomfort from his tormented slave girl. Her laughter turned to desperate screams as he began exploring her hips and the protruding hip bones of her pocket points.
If she could have managed words she would have begged so sweetly for mercy. She was so glad that she was approaching desperate silent laughter because deep down she never wanted this to end.
Suddenly just as it began it ceased. The sensation of completely helpless mindless torture was almost too much to handle. So close to her He could feel her desperation for precious oxygen in her brief respite.
He kissed her lightly on the cheek as she breathed in deeply. “That’s my girl… breath in, deep breaths… just like that.” For some reason his encouragement made Amanda feel so warm and loved inside. He was there with her helping her through her terrible torment. “Now tell me Amanda… What did we have for DINNER?”
Some questions you just don’t need to answer. This was one of them. It was almost so silly. It was something just between the two of them and it held her so CAPTIVE.
“Awww, you’re not going to tell me huh?” Amanda playfully shook her head back and forth in defiance. She was so scared of blurting out the answer she just refrained from talking.
“Oh well, we have WAYS of making you talk young lady.” Amanda was doing a fine job of being completely aroused as it was. The hint of interrogation wasn’t necessary but it hit home when Greg turned on the vibrator.
The loud moaning that escaped her lips was all that could be heard in the entire room. Instantaneously her hips were set grinding against her new toy at a quite feverish pace. Her clit had never been nuzzled quite like that before. The feeling was truly exhilarating. All she could do was give into it. Greg knew that it would not take long. As any caring husband would he added to her plight.
“Awwwwwwwwww, does that feel good on your swollen little clit Amanda?” Greg rubbed her inner thighs that were flexing in time with the evil vibrations. The warm kiss of his breath in her ear was like a straw threatening to break the back of her arousal.
Amanda could just scream at the top of her lungs as her earthy moans were consuming her, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Feeling the two stiff feathers gently sawing against her turgid nipples caused Amanda to throw her head back and moan desperately with giggles sprinkled in for seasoning to explain the electric ticklish sensations that wee coursing from her breasts through her deliciously stimulated loins.
Greg took the opportunity to lovingly kiss and nibble along her neck. She couldn’t take it. Amanda’s grinding of her now hyper-sensitive clit against her new toy just became more and more desperate as her moans became less and less intelligible, but more and more riveting to Greg as he just observed his cute little slave girl in her own world of torturous bliss. Greg truly loved giving his wife the pleasure she craved so desperately. He especially loved when he had to GENTLY force it on her because she couldn’t sit still for it otherwise. Holding the keys to her desires was a responsibility that he gladly accepted. He loved seeing her hands balled up and her wrists flexing in their full range of motion. He drank in the sight of her sensual suffering deep within him.
Against the strong vibrations her entire body became electrified. It didn’t help that a side effect of the cushioning was that in addition to her overly sensitive clit her inner thighs were being lightly tickled by the reverberations. A delicious side effect that even Greg didn’t calculate for. The more sadistically diabolical you are, the luckier you get.
She could only manage one word through her desperate moaning, “Please…”
“What did we have for dinner Amanda?”
She didn’t have time for games, especially games as CHIILDISH as that. She just needed release, the tantilizing vibrations threatened to rip her in half and she needed permission to let it happen.
“Please…”
“Still not going to tell me, fine have it your way…” He put down one of his feathers to turn the vibrator from low to medium. The effect was as instant as it was devastating. She only had time for one last word….
“Please ohhhhh ohhhhhhhh!” The tingly sensations in her loins had once again reached critical mass. Amanda couldn’t stop from Cumming against the strong vibrations. She was so ashamed (which unfortunately only made her orgasm harder). She had not had an orgasm without permission in so long. The waves of pleasure were sent crashing over her once again. It only made the desperate grinding between her legs even more intense. This orgasm was much more electric than the others. It sent warm electric shocks of pleasure to all her muscles as they yearned deliciously against her tight leather straps. She loved bondage so much, and she was making quick friends with her new electronic toy.
There was no loll between eruptions. As the first one subsided just the continued sawing of the tendrils over her ample breasts sent her tumbling back on the road to orgasm. With his face so close to hers his sadistic grin grew larger and larger as each desperate scream was torn from deep within her. Greg delighted in forcing two more catastrophic explosions from our helpless heroine.
He gratefully turned off the evil vibrator. She was jelly in her bonds. The leather straps were the only thing that held her up at this point. He let her breathe at her own pace. He put down the evil feathers. He gently massaged her thigh muscles that must have been aching as orgasm after orgasm was forced from deep within them. He gently blew into her ear. His warm breath reminded her of the world that she had left behind. His gentle massage served to relieve the soreness, but only rebuild the fires within her. She hadn’t felt like this since she was in her early twenties. She was almost guilty that she was ready so soon after orgasm and poor Greg had to wait so long. It was alright though; Greg always made her suffer thoroughly for her unfair advantage.
His loving kiss returned to her cheek as she let out a cleansing sigh and her breathing was adequate to speak. “What did we have for dinner Amanda?” She cringed at the very question despite his affections.
“You’re sick you know that!” Amanda so loved when Greg would make her confront her most erotic fears.
“Of course I know that Amanda… now what did we have for dinner?”
It was hard to imagine how he could be so sweet 95% f the time and such a sadistic bastard when they were alone. That’s why she loved Greg so much. How could anyone but him make someone they love so much suffer through a romantic dinner facing their deepest fears and desires?
“Lobster.”
He leaned in even closer to hear her. He wanted to enjoy his triumph for as long as possible. “I’m sorry what did you say?”
Amanda thought to herself ‘He thinks he’s so cute.’ She began to lovingly nibble his ear and let her warm breath tease him. He had been so unselfish it was time to give him what he wanted. She whispered so loudly. “I said that we ate lobster for dinner. You know I love eating sweet Lobster Greg. You know what my favorite part is. I love Lobster claws Greg. I really Lovvvve Lobster claws Greg….” She said it so seductively as though Greg needed any encouragement. She was so perfect in Greg’s eyes. Who but Amanda could so openly invite merciless tickle torture on their most sensitive spot?
“Oh really, well I took two of them home with me…” The words sealed her ticklish fate. The worst part of her body was the quadriceps muscle from her knee to the top of her thigh when pinched with well, for lack of a better term Lobster Claws.
Greg was merciless. It took him years to find this delicious spot and he used it to his full advantage. He started at her thigh and just kept massaging and pinching her thighs with the intent to tickle and she went absolutely ballistic.
Amanda felt such a conflict within her. The laughter erupted from her stomach. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She just threw her head back and screamed while Greg was teasing her in her ear about lobster claws out to get her. All that she could do was to keep repeating the word no whenever she had the breath between desperate screams. It seemed so childish, but it made her feel like such a loved little girl inside. It really got to her. It was her favorite thing in the world. Her body was instinctively trying to fight and get away from the terrible sensations that her master was forcing on her. Deep within her the little girl who had all those naughty fantasies is just so glad that someone took the time to tie her up so tightly that she can’t get away from what she really wants no matter how much she suffers.
Greg was in heaven. His merciless verbal teasing about lobsters coming to get Amanda as he clawed fiendishly at her supple thighs was so much fun. It just allowed him to let go. He felt like he was that 18 year old kid tickling his girlfriend for the first time. Only this time she was tied EXACLTY the way she should be. He took in all the subtle details. Anyone could hear her laughing and desperate screaming for mercy. Greg took in all the little things. Her fists were balled up and flexing with her wrists. The way her tiny feet flailed about even though they could do her no good. He loved the feeling of her leg muscles tensing and flexing only to relax in rapid fire succession-nothing alleviating the cruel sensations that he was forcing on her no matter how hard she tried. Then he went for the kill. He began to massage the delicate tendons around her knees. She went into silent laughter. He always liked to silently count her teeth to himself when he forced her into this level of hysteria. It made him feel so proud of himself.
The mindless torture of her sensitive legs must have gone on for 15 minutes. Amanda lay there nearly spent. She could just focus on the rising and falling of her chest as she was given a final rest. Even the most torturous tickling yet only served to restock the burning desire and rapid moistening deep within.
She repeated his four favorite words… “You’re so FUCKING sadistic.” He always loved it when Amanda cursed passionately at him. She leered at him from behind her long locks. He moved around in front of her and looked her right in the eye as her breathing normalized. She looked at him with fear and amazement.
“That’s nothing. Don’t think I forgot that you came without permission young lady.” Before she had time to voice how unfair it was to hold her to that with her new toy he turned the vibrator wedged onto her womanhood back to medium. Her hips were his to control with the vibrator. She could just be made as docile as possible and helplessly grind her hips against her new toy as much as his devilish leather straps would let her. The intensity of the vibrations only made her feel more and more helpless which only made her more aroused which al combined to make a sweet trip to bliss a very short journey. Her small fingers now gripped the arms of the chair tightly as she began to work herself to her next orgasm. Her poor swollen clit and furiously gyrating hips had minds of their own. In her sensitive state after so many climaxes even her disheveled hair tickled her nipples sweetly as it draped over her breasts from her frantic struggling.
She fought as hard as she could to keep eye contact with him no matter how good it felt. He had removed her blindfold for a reason. He wanted to see the passion in her eyes when she erupted in orgasmic bliss. Who was she to deny him?
Just as she was approaching her next orgasm his fingers toyed neatly with her knees again. She couldn’t stand the sight of it. It pushed orgasm to the backburner but only served to arouse her further. Her knees were her worst spot. He didn’t tickle them too much. After all, he wanted her to cum through being tickled with his evil lobster claws.
Amanda looked at him deeply as his right hand went to the vibrator. She knew what was about to happen and she couldn’t wait. If she had any breath left from desperate moaning and sweet giggling she would have dared him. Greg flipped the switch on the terrible device to its high setting. Greg knew that this would get to her quickly.
“You can cum all you want Amanda. I am not gong to stop until I have had MY satisfaction.” Just like that his hands returned to her supple smooth thighs and her ticklish knees. She was making sounds that were foreign to both of them somewhere between laughter, silent laughter, and just plain screaming. It would stop and start and then just go for a really long time. The one thing that Greg was sure of was that his poor wife was suffering. She was suffering so sweetly for him.
He could tell by her desperate tensing and the sheer flood of her juices that she was now caught in the throws of yet another orgasm but there was no sound coming from her desperately quaking form. It almost scared Greg… almost. Her mouth just stayed wide open as her hips did the best job they could do to maximize the friction on her poor swollen clit. It had been through so much. This was a truly muscle wrenching climax. He felt so proud of himself. Greg mercifully turned the vibrator back down to medium (after all, he had to have someone left to tickle torture tomorrow).
As she came down from her orgasmic high she just sucked in all available air and let out a bone shattering scream as she just let go. The tears of her bliss flowed freely down to the corners of her inviting smile. Greg felt the throbbing despair return to his own loins watching his beautiful wife experience the torment of sheer bliss over and over again. She was his. Every inch of her naked body was all his. She wished she could wrap herself in a bow and lay under a tree for him. She was his to do with whatever he wished. Every fiber of her being longed for his merciless cruel attention at that very moment. Just as he promised the evil vibrations didn’t stop. Neither did her desperate humping of her new favorite toy either.
She saw Greg get up and knew exactly what he wanted. She had not even told him about her fantasies of this moment. She longed to be in his service. Being his helpless little slave girl only added to her lust for her. He got up, pulled down his pants and walked toward her. With all of her that was still on this side of reality she licked her lips as her body was still on his evil roller coaster (and never really wanted to get off.) As hard as it was with the electric shocks of pleasure coursing through her veins she looked Greg right in the eye as she took his throbbing manhood in her mouth. He let his hand caress gently through her hair.
Just looking down at her, her perfect naked body at the mercy of the devilish vibrator, watching as her restrained body tries desperately to grind up against it, seeing her hard nipples pulsing under even the stimulation of her own hair. The lewd spectacle before him of his naughty house wife was literally intoxicating. The cool feelings of euphoria washed over him again as his wife’s soft knowing tongue gently teased and caressed the very tip of his manhood inside her warm wet mouth. She slid it delicately underneath his sensitive member as he gently slid in and out of her wanting mouth.
He could feel the muscles in her neck tense as her belly was beginning to squeeze. He wanted to time it perfectly. His increases in rhythm only added to her arousal. The fire between their locked eyes reached critical mass as they were both mounting towards ecstasy.
Almost simultaneously as her orgasm took grip of her midsection and spread like wildfire to the very tips of her toes and her fingertips Greg followed in kind seeing the spectacle of her perfect toes curl, her muscles straining against their bonds, and the deep moan against him coming from her deepest passion. Her juices flowed freely over her two new toys as she let go of everything. There was no shame as she lewdly ground herself into the vibrator forcing wave after wave of pleasure through her entire body.
Greg was once again trying to steady himself as the muscles in his aching balls seemed bent on emptying every bit of fluid in his body into the waiting mouth of his slave girl (who swallowed all of him). Feeling thrust after thrust of his scrotum every nerve in his entire body stood at attention. Greg could barely concentrate enough to turn off the vibrator after Amanda had finished with her last glorious climax.
So this is what bliss feels like. Two people who are madly in love laying on top of one another in sheer exhaustion. Amanda’s breathing was quite erratic. “Thank you…” was all that she could manage. She tried desperately to recover but had the sneaking suspicion that she would never be the same.
After about half an hour of gentle caressing and needed recuperation Greg set about untying his beautiful wife that indulged him so. For some reason Amanda did not have her usual hard time parting with her bondage. She had a fresh sense of contentment, not to mention the promise that it was not far from her as she looked toward the next day.
One by one Greg undid the straps that held his perfect lady captive and set her free once again. She flexed all of her muscles and stretched deliciously sure that no matter what she did the feelings of her torment would hopefully linger for a little while longer.
For some reason to Greg as beautiful as Amanda was, now was the time she looked most ravishing. She was basking in the sweet glow of her their shared passion. Ever hair out of place was put their by their mutual enjoyment of each other and the pleasure that they shared. Something in Greg’s heart always warmed when he saw Amanda so happy. All her cruel teasing to get him to peak arousal in the gaze of the public eye was definitely worth the devastating results.
She tried to move but she was so weak. The vast majority of her strength now absorbed in the tight leather straps that had bound her (and a little had dripped onto the sheets and cushions). Greg could see that she was exhausted, and with good reason. He just couldn’t get over how much she enjoyed even his most diabolical ideas about tormenting her.
He picked her up in his strong arms and carried her to the bathroom. She could barely keep her hands around his neck while he walked. “You drive me crazy do you know that?”
She squeezed his neck tightly and nibbled at the base of his ear as she finally cooed “Awww it’s not like I do it on purpose.” That type of cuteness could bring a tear even to the eyes of a Sadist. With that Amanda drifted off into a deep peaceful sleep.
She woke up about an hour or so later. It was hard to tell. She felt the rush of warm water all around her and realized she was in their whirlpool tub. The sensations of the bubbles helped sooth the tension in her deliciously sore muscles. After all, tomorrow was another day. She just nuzzled tightly against Greg’s muscular frame and drifted off back to sleep. Just before she reached unconsciousness she had made up her mind to get a LOT more pedicures on her own from now on.
They both knew that this was a time of new beginnings. Their romantic life had matured to a new level. They achieved this by rekindling the passions of their youth. Remembering first love is sometimes hard with the many distractions of domestic life. It’s important to take time away together as a couple so that you can just enjoy being together. There were few places that offered the same romantic powers as the New Jersey Shore.
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The shore (day one) part four:
About ten minutes later each had recovered enough from their afterglow to be able to interact with the other again. Greg retrieved the two water bottles that he had placed at the foot of the bed and out of sight. He lovingly made brought the open end of Amanda’s water to her parched lips. She looked so beautiful. After they had both finished their water Greg made sure that his little slave girl was alright.
“Are you okay?” Greg asked with genuine concern. He could only imagine what must be going on in that head of hers.
“Nooooo, you’re so evil!” Her familiar teasing tone and warm smile returning let Greg know that all was well with Amanda. Truth be told, things were a little bit more than well to be specific.
Greg just leaned in and nibbled on her ears and kissed her neck. She was comforted by his warm attention. It was a welcome rest to his evil torture. She just let all her emotions go. She just breathed deeply and enjoyed her well earned massage. She let her tears of joy be openly seen. It was such a privilege to have a husband who understood her deepest desires so well. She just lay there still bound and enjoy the deep massage that she was getting from her now loving husband.
Every now and then he would give her a playful tickle just to make sure she didn’t fall asleep. Even though her body had been through a hell she never imagined, sleep was the last thing on her mind. She was far too wired and knew she would require lots of cuddling.
Greg worked lovingly to work every bit of tension or soreness from her muscles. He couldn’t understand how she eroticized being bound so tightly. He never bothered to question it much-hahaha. Still he knew that it was what she loved more than anything. He loved nothing more than satisfying that sensual need for her.
For Amanda being UNTIED was always the hardest part of her bondage experience. She had to say goodbye to the sweet helplessness that she wrapped herself in like a warm blanket. The only thing that comforted her was the surety of her husband’s tight embrace. Still she was a little disappointed as she felt the straps holding her ankles being loosened and the string around her poor toes being untied. She took the opportunity to freely wiggle and flex her feet that had suffered so much. It felt good to feel the cool air kiss them while her toes wiggled with new found freedom. Greg already missed the sight of her cute feet bound so TIGHTLY together.
One by one the straps holding her calves, thighs and wrists were taken away and cast aside. Finally Greg took off her blindfold. He could look into Amanda’s piercing hazel eyes again. She stretched her tight body out to regain all of her lost motion. Her naked form laying face down was a sight to behold for Greg. She folded her arms delicately under her head on her pillow and could barely move. He just straddled the backs of her legs and continued her gentle massage. Just surveying her bare smooth skin still sent chills up Greg’s very core. She was so beautiful. He loved her so much. His emotion welled up in his chest.
He leaned down to finally take her lips into his. He laid his head next to hers and wrapped his arms around her still quivering body. She met his lips eagerly with hers. She was almost perfectly content as she lost herself deep in their passionate bond.
Still there was something in the back of her mind. Did he forget? It wasn’t like him to forget something like that. She tried to put it out of her mind as his fingers began to gently stroke through her hair.
As always he let a free hand trail up her delicate navel and she yelped into the back of his throat. Her subtle jump made him feel so alive. She broke mockingly away from him. “You’re so unfair!” Even in the face of her usual teasing Greg had an almost disturbing look on his face.
It was his usual loving gaze that made her feel so beautiful inside but there was something ELSE. Greg was HIDING something. “You’re so amazing Amanda. I love you so much. I have a surprise for you.’
She didn’t like the gleam in his eyes one bit. It all made sense to her now. There was something that hadn’t made since from the very beginning. She would have heard the garage door open and shut from their bedroom even if she was busy getting ready. He didn’t arrive while she was getting dressed… he was ALREADY THERE.
Amanda always got a little erotically scared when she and Greg played. That was part of the thrill for her. She had never really been afraid of him though. That is until the slightest bit at this very moment as his evil leer made her feel deliciously uncomfortable.
She looked at him quizzically. “Wh …What’s that Greg…?” She was so cute when she was nervous. Greg hadn’t seen her like this since the first time that he had handcuffed her to his bed in his tiny apartment. She was so sweet.
He leaned in and in a thunderous whisper said calmly, “I finished the chair!” Amanda’s eyes went wide. She was now thoroughly intrigued. THE CHAIR had always been a fantasy of hers. She never thought that she would be able to experience it. Greg always mocked her that he was secretly building it. She never really believed him. She could feel the excitement pounding in her temples again. Her nipples were returning to their rigid peaks and the greasy feeling between her loins was coming back full force.
She couldn’t tear herself away from staring at Greg as he walked over to his individual closet. She could only hope that he was kidding as he disappeared inside. As he emerged he carried it. It was a big sturdy contraption. It looked invitingly like an electric chair with the leather straps draping off the side. The cushioning was well done from where she could see. The legs were very tall so that her poor feet would be dangling helplessly. She gently nibbled her fingernail in further excitement. He set it down with a loud thud. She knew that when she was strapped down to the heavy chair that no matter how much she struggled she wouldn’t be able to get away. Her late teen fantasies had materialized right in front of her.
Greg felt so proud of himself. He had been working on this for literally years. The only thing that kept him going was thinking of the exquisite torture that this new device would allow him. It was the culmination of so many fake business trips. He almost felt guilty for deceiving his wife… almost. Truly since he was a freshman in college he had been dreaming of having a *ticklish* slave girl bound so efficiently.
Greg could see from where he stood that just the sight of the chair and its dangerous implications had Amanda set ablaze again. Her eyes grew wide and her breathing became quite heavy. She looked so cute nibbling on her fingernail in amazement. He stalked her slowly.
Amanda noticed him walking toward her with an evil grin and suddenly she felt all the wind return to her. She felt so alive. She couldn’t believe he had taken the time to fulfill this for her. She wanted to thoroughly reward every second he had used to bring her deepest fear to life. There was only one thing she could do to show her appreciation. She scurried to the head of the bed and wrapped herself into a little ball. She looked teasingly at Greg.
“There’s noooooooooo wayyyyyyyyy you are putting me in THAT thing.” Greg almost believed her, but the gentle mischievous gleam in her eye told the truth for him. She’s such a tease. He gently rested his hands on the bed stalking his prey.
“No way huh?”
“Nope!” Amanda stuck her tongue out at Greg for good measure. This only caused him to pounce on her more aggressively. She let out countless squeals of approval as his strong hands took her. She playfully batted as much as possible but they both knew the inevitable outcome. The whole while she was giggling sweetly lost in her sweet fantasy.
Greg enjoyed her putting up so much of a fight in her nakedness. Her subtle rubbing against him was a pleasant consolation to her impending doom. Somehow no matter how desperate the situation they always find a way to kiss during their enthusiastic rumblings. Greg’s lips met Amanda’s as they were rolling around on the bed. It reminded both of them of their early struggles in the back seats of cars.
Greg pinned Amanda’s hands over her head and it was over. He let his hand explore her sweet smooth tummy to no end. Her girlish giggles only intensified under his *ticklish* touch. No matter how much she raised her knees to her heaving chest his hand was still free to play with her quivering tummy. He took great pleasure in tracing his finger along the outline of her belly button as he was comforted by her familiar flowing laughter. Feeling her stomach muscles contract against his tickling only made the blood flow away from Greg’s head once again.
Without warning Greg shifted off the bed and Amanda was somehow over his shoulder yet again (much to her pulsing dismay). All that she could do was renew her feeble struggles as she was taken closer and closer to her girlhood fantasies of complete immobilization for her torture.
Greg eased her firmly onto the cushioned seat of the chair. Amanda was still fighting like a good girl to keep her arms away from the arms that extended straight out in front of her. Amanda’s arms would fit perfectly if Greg could bend them at the elbow but she had other plans. Not really, but at least that’s what she told herself to keep up her struggling for as long as she could.
Greg really appreciated her renewed spirit. He let her think that she had a chance before pinning her right arm down to the chair and then blocking her other arm with his massive male form.
“Hey, give me back my arm… I mean it Greg…” Amanda’s would be protesting made Greg chuckle to himself. Her squealing of approval and the huge smile on her face made Greg feel so warm inside. She was enjoying this even more than he was. He knew that this situation was both what she wanted more than anything and utterly helpless for her. With her playful struggles, Amanda still knew how to make it so much fun to torment her. That’s why he loves her so much.
He tightened the first strap around her forearm just above her elbow and that was enough to render her right arm useless to her. As he pinned the other arm to its final destination she looked him dead in the eye. She had such an evil smile on her face. “I mean it” is all that she could muster. She looked so beautiful. Her wild hair encased her radiant face so perfectly.
He kissed her deeply as he secured her other forearm to the chair tightly. He was almost lost in yet their most passionate kiss of the night. There was something even more desperate about the way her tongue probed his mouth longing for his. As their tongues gently massaged each others and they shared their baited breath Greg continued securing his poor wife to her devilish contraption… TIGHTLY.
Every time that a strap was tightened around her arms she let out a little sigh of relief into Greg’s mouth as they still held their passionate kiss. It was a wild mix of emotions as her deepest fantasies came crashing into the present. Amanda’s eyes were closed so tight. She could barely watch, but she knew that she had to. Greg had taken her blindfold off for a reason. He wanted to look deeply into her eyes as he took her to even higher levels of *ticklish* suffering. Who was she to deny him?
With her arms securely tied at the high forearm and wrists Greg set about the task of securing her biceps. The reality that literally no movement would be permitted for her was sinking in with striking precision as Amanda’s nipples became even more rigid and were rubbing painfully against the wrinkled dress shirt that Greg still wore. He looked so “unprofessional.” Her corporate corruption was worn like a badge of honor. She loved what she did to Greg. She felt so proud of herself
Greg finally pulled himself from Amanda’s hungry lips. She was definitely enjoying their maliciously romantic get away. She let out a sigh of deep surprise as he pulled around the straps to secure her torso. There were straps above and below her ample breasts to be put into place. Another slim leather belt would hold her waist tightly in place. There were two straps right in the middle of her quivering thighs. She could tell that her legs were to be spread as far apart as possible and that her butt was to be pressed as far back as it could reach for her to fit into the restraints. She didn’t realize that Greg was so handy.
He hastily fastened the belts just below her supple knees, over the front of her calves, and around her slender ankles. She was quite helpless. The finishing touch was the loose neck collar. He pulled her hair back away from her body as he fastened it securely into place. He kissed her gently on the cheek as he stepped back to admire her. Amanda thought to herself that his mix of cute cruelty was too delicious to endure.
She looked so ravishing. Her skin glowed from her two previous eruptions. Her breath was visibly altered by her current situation. It was much more shallow and desperate. The contrast of the black leather to her lightly tanned skin was intoxicating. The endless possibilities for her endless torture in such a predicament sent the sadistic taskmaster within him back to his evil calculations. Out of no where Amanda just started thrashing as hard as she could in her bonds.
Greg thought for a second that he had finally tickled her mad but realized that she was just getting acquainted with her new surroundings. All the effort and straining of her muscles in the world wouldn’t result in movement of one inch. The only thing she could do was lift the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet (he thought they had been through enough so the toe restraints wouldn’t be necessary).
Amanda was no longer in her bedroom. She had been transported to that sinister medieval torture chamber that haunted her sweetest dreams. Her hair was disheveled again. It was draped all over her pretty face. She looked a beautiful mess. Se just sat there breathing to herself thinking of how terrifically vulnerable she felt. Her heart also leapt at the loving attention that it took for her devious husband to construct such a contraption.
“I really can’t move. Mmmmmmmm” She audibly announced the tidal wave of helplessness washing over her more powerfully than she had ever imagined. She was in her own little world. She was moaning deeply relishing in her hopeless situation. “Thank you sooooooo much Greg… I love it…” What a disturbed little girl…
“I’m so glad that you like it dear… now… it’s my job to make you HATE IT!” His evil words brought a wicked smile to Amanda’s lips. She was obviously drunk with masochistic lust.
She looked him almost demonically and seductively licked her lips. “Mmmmmmmmmm Do you promise MASTER?” In the world of masochistic calculus the more aroused Greg was the more motivated he would be to torment her: so Amanda was as lascivious as possible.
To answer her question he showed her his last toy of the night: the infamous Hitachi magic wand. Amanda’s eyes grew wide with fearful curiosity. She was used to his tongue fingers and feathers. She didn’t really know what the strong vibrations would do to her poor tingly clit. He always teased her about getting the popular vibrator to tease her with, but she never thought he was serious. Now one of her deepest darkest fears was before her.
The same thighs that she had teased Greg earlier with through her sexy little dress now quivered as the cool air kissed between them reminding her of how vulnerable her sweet bald womanhood was to ANYTHING that came to Greg’s mind. That hopeless realization only sent the tingly pulsing sensations spilling out of her glistening mound through her thighs down to her twitching toes.
She let out a deep moan as Greg pressed the device firmly against her ever swelling clit before he plugged it in. Just feeling the massive head of the vibrator pressed against her sensitive swollen nub was a rush she could not describe. She had never experienced it, but just the thought of what it could do to her made her even more conscious (and appreciative) of how stringently she was bound. Greg went behind her to plug it in. As Greg plugged in the large vibrator Amanda braced herself for a sensation beyond anything that she had ever felt. Nothing…. Amanda had a puzzled look on her face. Hopefully it wasn’t broken. Her curiosity had already gotten the better of her.
Greg came slowly up behind her and placed his cheek right next to hers. He had put the slits under the arms of “the chair” just so he could tease her from this very intimate spot. “Don’t worry sweety, it’s not on yet.” His warm breath deeply hitting her eardrum as he whispered into her ear gave her a strange sense of comfort. She always enjoyed being ruthlessly tickled more when he was close by to comfort her. What a demented thought?
He liked being this close to her. He wanted to feel everything that she felt. This closeness provided that. He would feel every smile, every sigh, every giggle, every laugh, and every single scream that he forced out of his ticklish beauty. He could see that she was still starring curiously at the device resting against her most sensitive area.
“Don’t be so anxious sweety… Pretty soon you are going to be begging me to turn it back off.” With that he began gently squeezing her perfect erect nipples between his fingers. She let out a sharp sigh at his welcome touch. They had been teased and deprived of his loving cruel caress for far too long. As he firmly squeezed the tips of her delicious breasts sending waves of pleasure through her very being he let his fingertips trail lightly over the very tips of her rigid nipples. This sent electric shocks of pleasure shooting right through her.
She just moaned in response to his loving touch. She never wanted it too end. Just as she began to relax the slightest bit and begin to thoroughly enjoy her nipples being loved he switched his caress denying her. He let his fingertips trace lightly to the delicate undersides of her breasts. This was a delicious tickly sensation. In between letting the gentle pads of his fingertips caress her delicate undersides, he would lightly give her a truly ticklish jolt incorporating his fingernails for cruel tantalizing. This would give him a delicious and spontaneous jump even as she was held fast in her elaborate strap bondage.
“Is my poor little slave girl Ticklish?”
Amanda found his teasing so cute. “Ummm hmmmm” She could just nod her head in agreement as her sensitive breasts were being toyed with mercilessly.
Quickly he altered his destination from her delicate undersides to her ultra sensitive hollows. The sudden shift made her burst forth with desperate laughter. Her hollows were TERRIBLE. She for the first time couldn’t move her arms an inch to offer even futile defense. The intense helplessness even altered the sensation slightly. It tickled a little differently and little bit more than it normally would.
Amanda threw her head back and forth as much as her neck restraint would allow with her eyes squeezed painfully shut. The laughter was beginning to fully consume her again and she loved it. She was so glad that she was bound so TIGHTLY. There was nothing she could do to stop the overwhelming sensations from invading her. That is why she loves Greg so much. She was free to scream as much as she wanted with no fear of stopping the attention she so desperately craved.
Greg followed her thrashing head at every step. His face never left lock step with hers. He loved being able to share in her genuine desperation. Amanda’s sweet laughter from such a vantage point sounded almost as though it was originating from him. He could sense every muscle in her body straining for freedom only finding the comfort of a tight leather strap holding it properly in place. There was no where she could go to escape her *ticklish* fate and the waves of pure power and lust were washing over Greg again as he watched his poor sensitive wife suffer.
Just the thought of the word sent evil ideas running through his head. He was addicted. Even her desperate laughter now wasn’t enough. He began alternating from her ticklish hollows to her protruding ribs. He never let her get comfortable in any one place too long. The multiple sensations were crashing into her like a ticklish train wreck. Each new spot in their heightened state emitted a unique squeal of discomfort from his tormented slave girl. Her laughter turned to desperate screams as he began exploring her hips and the protruding hip bones of her pocket points.
If she could have managed words she would have begged so sweetly for mercy. She was so glad that she was approaching desperate silent laughter because deep down she never wanted this to end.
Suddenly just as it began it ceased. The sensation of completely helpless mindless torture was almost too much to handle. So close to her He could feel her desperation for precious oxygen in her brief respite.
He kissed her lightly on the cheek as she breathed in deeply. “That’s my girl… breath in, deep breaths… just like that.” For some reason his encouragement made Amanda feel so warm and loved inside. He was there with her helping her through her terrible torment. “Now tell me Amanda… What did we have for DINNER?”
Some questions you just don’t need to answer. This was one of them. It was almost so silly. It was something just between the two of them and it held her so CAPTIVE.
“Awww, you’re not going to tell me huh?” Amanda playfully shook her head back and forth in defiance. She was so scared of blurting out the answer she just refrained from talking.
“Oh well, we have WAYS of making you talk young lady.” Amanda was doing a fine job of being completely aroused as it was. The hint of interrogation wasn’t necessary but it hit home when Greg turned on the vibrator.
The loud moaning that escaped her lips was all that could be heard in the entire room. Instantaneously her hips were set grinding against her new toy at a quite feverish pace. Her clit had never been nuzzled quite like that before. The feeling was truly exhilarating. All she could do was give into it. Greg knew that it would not take long. As any caring husband would he added to her plight.
“Awwwwwwwwww, does that feel good on your swollen little clit Amanda?” Greg rubbed her inner thighs that were flexing in time with the evil vibrations. The warm kiss of his breath in her ear was like a straw threatening to break the back of her arousal.
Amanda could just scream at the top of her lungs as her earthy moans were consuming her, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Feeling the two stiff feathers gently sawing against her turgid nipples caused Amanda to throw her head back and moan desperately with giggles sprinkled in for seasoning to explain the electric ticklish sensations that wee coursing from her breasts through her deliciously stimulated loins.
Greg took the opportunity to lovingly kiss and nibble along her neck. She couldn’t take it. Amanda’s grinding of her now hyper-sensitive clit against her new toy just became more and more desperate as her moans became less and less intelligible, but more and more riveting to Greg as he just observed his cute little slave girl in her own world of torturous bliss. Greg truly loved giving his wife the pleasure she craved so desperately. He especially loved when he had to GENTLY force it on her because she couldn’t sit still for it otherwise. Holding the keys to her desires was a responsibility that he gladly accepted. He loved seeing her hands balled up and her wrists flexing in their full range of motion. He drank in the sight of her sensual suffering deep within him.
Against the strong vibrations her entire body became electrified. It didn’t help that a side effect of the cushioning was that in addition to her overly sensitive clit her inner thighs were being lightly tickled by the reverberations. A delicious side effect that even Greg didn’t calculate for. The more sadistically diabolical you are, the luckier you get.
She could only manage one word through her desperate moaning, “Please…”
“What did we have for dinner Amanda?”
She didn’t have time for games, especially games as CHIILDISH as that. She just needed release, the tantilizing vibrations threatened to rip her in half and she needed permission to let it happen.
“Please…”
“Still not going to tell me, fine have it your way…” He put down one of his feathers to turn the vibrator from low to medium. The effect was as instant as it was devastating. She only had time for one last word….
“Please ohhhhh ohhhhhhhh!” The tingly sensations in her loins had once again reached critical mass. Amanda couldn’t stop from Cumming against the strong vibrations. She was so ashamed (which unfortunately only made her orgasm harder). She had not had an orgasm without permission in so long. The waves of pleasure were sent crashing over her once again. It only made the desperate grinding between her legs even more intense. This orgasm was much more electric than the others. It sent warm electric shocks of pleasure to all her muscles as they yearned deliciously against her tight leather straps. She loved bondage so much, and she was making quick friends with her new electronic toy.
There was no loll between eruptions. As the first one subsided just the continued sawing of the tendrils over her ample breasts sent her tumbling back on the road to orgasm. With his face so close to hers his sadistic grin grew larger and larger as each desperate scream was torn from deep within her. Greg delighted in forcing two more catastrophic explosions from our helpless heroine.
He gratefully turned off the evil vibrator. She was jelly in her bonds. The leather straps were the only thing that held her up at this point. He let her breathe at her own pace. He put down the evil feathers. He gently massaged her thigh muscles that must have been aching as orgasm after orgasm was forced from deep within them. He gently blew into her ear. His warm breath reminded her of the world that she had left behind. His gentle massage served to relieve the soreness, but only rebuild the fires within her. She hadn’t felt like this since she was in her early twenties. She was almost guilty that she was ready so soon after orgasm and poor Greg had to wait so long. It was alright though; Greg always made her suffer thoroughly for her unfair advantage.
His loving kiss returned to her cheek as she let out a cleansing sigh and her breathing was adequate to speak. “What did we have for dinner Amanda?” She cringed at the very question despite his affections.
“You’re sick you know that!” Amanda so loved when Greg would make her confront her most erotic fears.
“Of course I know that Amanda… now what did we have for dinner?”
It was hard to imagine how he could be so sweet 95% f the time and such a sadistic bastard when they were alone. That’s why she loved Greg so much. How could anyone but him make someone they love so much suffer through a romantic dinner facing their deepest fears and desires?
“Lobster.”
He leaned in even closer to hear her. He wanted to enjoy his triumph for as long as possible. “I’m sorry what did you say?”
Amanda thought to herself ‘He thinks he’s so cute.’ She began to lovingly nibble his ear and let her warm breath tease him. He had been so unselfish it was time to give him what he wanted. She whispered so loudly. “I said that we ate lobster for dinner. You know I love eating sweet Lobster Greg. You know what my favorite part is. I love Lobster claws Greg. I really Lovvvve Lobster claws Greg….” She said it so seductively as though Greg needed any encouragement. She was so perfect in Greg’s eyes. Who but Amanda could so openly invite merciless tickle torture on their most sensitive spot?
“Oh really, well I took two of them home with me…” The words sealed her ticklish fate. The worst part of her body was the quadriceps muscle from her knee to the top of her thigh when pinched with well, for lack of a better term Lobster Claws.
Greg was merciless. It took him years to find this delicious spot and he used it to his full advantage. He started at her thigh and just kept massaging and pinching her thighs with the intent to tickle and she went absolutely ballistic.
Amanda felt such a conflict within her. The laughter erupted from her stomach. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She just threw her head back and screamed while Greg was teasing her in her ear about lobster claws out to get her. All that she could do was to keep repeating the word no whenever she had the breath between desperate screams. It seemed so childish, but it made her feel like such a loved little girl inside. It really got to her. It was her favorite thing in the world. Her body was instinctively trying to fight and get away from the terrible sensations that her master was forcing on her. Deep within her the little girl who had all those naughty fantasies is just so glad that someone took the time to tie her up so tightly that she can’t get away from what she really wants no matter how much she suffers.
Greg was in heaven. His merciless verbal teasing about lobsters coming to get Amanda as he clawed fiendishly at her supple thighs was so much fun. It just allowed him to let go. He felt like he was that 18 year old kid tickling his girlfriend for the first time. Only this time she was tied EXACLTY the way she should be. He took in all the subtle details. Anyone could hear her laughing and desperate screaming for mercy. Greg took in all the little things. Her fists were balled up and flexing with her wrists. The way her tiny feet flailed about even though they could do her no good. He loved the feeling of her leg muscles tensing and flexing only to relax in rapid fire succession-nothing alleviating the cruel sensations that he was forcing on her no matter how hard she tried. Then he went for the kill. He began to massage the delicate tendons around her knees. She went into silent laughter. He always liked to silently count her teeth to himself when he forced her into this level of hysteria. It made him feel so proud of himself.
The mindless torture of her sensitive legs must have gone on for 15 minutes. Amanda lay there nearly spent. She could just focus on the rising and falling of her chest as she was given a final rest. Even the most torturous tickling yet only served to restock the burning desire and rapid moistening deep within.
She repeated his four favorite words… “You’re so FUCKING sadistic.” He always loved it when Amanda cursed passionately at him. She leered at him from behind her long locks. He moved around in front of her and looked her right in the eye as her breathing normalized. She looked at him with fear and amazement.
“That’s nothing. Don’t think I forgot that you came without permission young lady.” Before she had time to voice how unfair it was to hold her to that with her new toy he turned the vibrator wedged onto her womanhood back to medium. Her hips were his to control with the vibrator. She could just be made as docile as possible and helplessly grind her hips against her new toy as much as his devilish leather straps would let her. The intensity of the vibrations only made her feel more and more helpless which only made her more aroused which al combined to make a sweet trip to bliss a very short journey. Her small fingers now gripped the arms of the chair tightly as she began to work herself to her next orgasm. Her poor swollen clit and furiously gyrating hips had minds of their own. In her sensitive state after so many climaxes even her disheveled hair tickled her nipples sweetly as it draped over her breasts from her frantic struggling.
She fought as hard as she could to keep eye contact with him no matter how good it felt. He had removed her blindfold for a reason. He wanted to see the passion in her eyes when she erupted in orgasmic bliss. Who was she to deny him?
Just as she was approaching her next orgasm his fingers toyed neatly with her knees again. She couldn’t stand the sight of it. It pushed orgasm to the backburner but only served to arouse her further. Her knees were her worst spot. He didn’t tickle them too much. After all, he wanted her to cum through being tickled with his evil lobster claws.
Amanda looked at him deeply as his right hand went to the vibrator. She knew what was about to happen and she couldn’t wait. If she had any breath left from desperate moaning and sweet giggling she would have dared him. Greg flipped the switch on the terrible device to its high setting. Greg knew that this would get to her quickly.
“You can cum all you want Amanda. I am not gong to stop until I have had MY satisfaction.” Just like that his hands returned to her supple smooth thighs and her ticklish knees. She was making sounds that were foreign to both of them somewhere between laughter, silent laughter, and just plain screaming. It would stop and start and then just go for a really long time. The one thing that Greg was sure of was that his poor wife was suffering. She was suffering so sweetly for him.
He could tell by her desperate tensing and the sheer flood of her juices that she was now caught in the throws of yet another orgasm but there was no sound coming from her desperately quaking form. It almost scared Greg… almost. Her mouth just stayed wide open as her hips did the best job they could do to maximize the friction on her poor swollen clit. It had been through so much. This was a truly muscle wrenching climax. He felt so proud of himself. Greg mercifully turned the vibrator back down to medium (after all, he had to have someone left to tickle torture tomorrow).
As she came down from her orgasmic high she just sucked in all available air and let out a bone shattering scream as she just let go. The tears of her bliss flowed freely down to the corners of her inviting smile. Greg felt the throbbing despair return to his own loins watching his beautiful wife experience the torment of sheer bliss over and over again. She was his. Every inch of her naked body was all his. She wished she could wrap herself in a bow and lay under a tree for him. She was his to do with whatever he wished. Every fiber of her being longed for his merciless cruel attention at that very moment. Just as he promised the evil vibrations didn’t stop. Neither did her desperate humping of her new favorite toy either.
She saw Greg get up and knew exactly what he wanted. She had not even told him about her fantasies of this moment. She longed to be in his service. Being his helpless little slave girl only added to her lust for her. He got up, pulled down his pants and walked toward her. With all of her that was still on this side of reality she licked her lips as her body was still on his evil roller coaster (and never really wanted to get off.) As hard as it was with the electric shocks of pleasure coursing through her veins she looked Greg right in the eye as she took his throbbing manhood in her mouth. He let his hand caress gently through her hair.
Just looking down at her, her perfect naked body at the mercy of the devilish vibrator, watching as her restrained body tries desperately to grind up against it, seeing her hard nipples pulsing under even the stimulation of her own hair. The lewd spectacle before him of his naughty house wife was literally intoxicating. The cool feelings of euphoria washed over him again as his wife’s soft knowing tongue gently teased and caressed the very tip of his manhood inside her warm wet mouth. She slid it delicately underneath his sensitive member as he gently slid in and out of her wanting mouth.
He could feel the muscles in her neck tense as her belly was beginning to squeeze. He wanted to time it perfectly. His increases in rhythm only added to her arousal. The fire between their locked eyes reached critical mass as they were both mounting towards ecstasy.
Almost simultaneously as her orgasm took grip of her midsection and spread like wildfire to the very tips of her toes and her fingertips Greg followed in kind seeing the spectacle of her perfect toes curl, her muscles straining against their bonds, and the deep moan against him coming from her deepest passion. Her juices flowed freely over her two new toys as she let go of everything. There was no shame as she lewdly ground herself into the vibrator forcing wave after wave of pleasure through her entire body.
Greg was once again trying to steady himself as the muscles in his aching balls seemed bent on emptying every bit of fluid in his body into the waiting mouth of his slave girl (who swallowed all of him). Feeling thrust after thrust of his scrotum every nerve in his entire body stood at attention. Greg could barely concentrate enough to turn off the vibrator after Amanda had finished with her last glorious climax.
So this is what bliss feels like. Two people who are madly in love laying on top of one another in sheer exhaustion. Amanda’s breathing was quite erratic. “Thank you…” was all that she could manage. She tried desperately to recover but had the sneaking suspicion that she would never be the same.
After about half an hour of gentle caressing and needed recuperation Greg set about untying his beautiful wife that indulged him so. For some reason Amanda did not have her usual hard time parting with her bondage. She had a fresh sense of contentment, not to mention the promise that it was not far from her as she looked toward the next day.
One by one Greg undid the straps that held his perfect lady captive and set her free once again. She flexed all of her muscles and stretched deliciously sure that no matter what she did the feelings of her torment would hopefully linger for a little while longer.
For some reason to Greg as beautiful as Amanda was, now was the time she looked most ravishing. She was basking in the sweet glow of her their shared passion. Ever hair out of place was put their by their mutual enjoyment of each other and the pleasure that they shared. Something in Greg’s heart always warmed when he saw Amanda so happy. All her cruel teasing to get him to peak arousal in the gaze of the public eye was definitely worth the devastating results.
She tried to move but she was so weak. The vast majority of her strength now absorbed in the tight leather straps that had bound her (and a little had dripped onto the sheets and cushions). Greg could see that she was exhausted, and with good reason. He just couldn’t get over how much she enjoyed even his most diabolical ideas about tormenting her.
He picked her up in his strong arms and carried her to the bathroom. She could barely keep her hands around his neck while he walked. “You drive me crazy do you know that?”
She squeezed his neck tightly and nibbled at the base of his ear as she finally cooed “Awww it’s not like I do it on purpose.” That type of cuteness could bring a tear even to the eyes of a Sadist. With that Amanda drifted off into a deep peaceful sleep.
She woke up about an hour or so later. It was hard to tell. She felt the rush of warm water all around her and realized she was in their whirlpool tub. The sensations of the bubbles helped sooth the tension in her deliciously sore muscles. After all, tomorrow was another day. She just nuzzled tightly against Greg’s muscular frame and drifted off back to sleep. Just before she reached unconsciousness she had made up her mind to get a LOT more pedicures on her own from now on.
They both knew that this was a time of new beginnings. Their romantic life had matured to a new level. They achieved this by rekindling the passions of their youth. Remembering first love is sometimes hard with the many distractions of domestic life. It’s important to take time away together as a couple so that you can just enjoy being together. There were few places that offered the same romantic powers as the New Jersey Shore.
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Something out of a medieval torture chamber brought to life in your words. Wonderful, absolutely wonderful! I am completely addicted to this continuing story. Please continue.
I should've read this first! Pay no attention to the PM I just sent you. 
