m/f adult themes. This is probably the most meaningful thing that I have ever written. As we move through these four chapters, I really want to know where everyone is through your responses. I really want to see how my audience flows and see if i need to make any changes to my writing style. This is a story about Pleasurable FEAR. One of the most perplexing questions in any relationship (especially in out shared arena) is: "What's really going on behind the other persons eyes?" Sometimes the answer is far too much to handle... or too delicious to pass up. Either way the very prospect should prompt us to PAY CLOSE ATTENTION. I invite you on a journey with this young couple to see that question answered in FULL. (There is some playful erotic spanking, but I promise the character deserves it.) Without further ado, I cordially welcome you to my dysfunction,
The Shore: Awakening
In the interest of fitting in we often try to change or block out big parts of ourselves to conform to another person or societies expectations. Sometimes, the only way to rediscover those parts of yourself that we leave behind is to take time together as a couple away from those external influences that you can work on being honest, open, and appealing to each other-not the people in your circle. Very few venues on the planet earth offer the same romantic seclusion, as the New Jersey Shore.
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“ Boundary: A border that encloses a space or abstract concept.
Rule: A principal or regulation governing conduct, action, procedure, or arrangement.
Safety: The state of being safe; freedom from the occurrence of loss or danger.
For ‘normal people’ these are simple definitions. Not everyone is ‘normal’. There are some people who eroticize fear, having their rules and boundaries forcibly stripped from them, and being allowed to exist in a weightless world with no illusion of safety. For them, real pleasure only begins when all their fences are taken down. That’s how they let people in.
The world calls these people ‘Masochists’, not me. I just call these people ‘special’. It’s a gift to be able to derive pleasure from having your illusions of control taken away from you. The hard part is to understand which set of rules and boundaries are the illusion for these ‘special’ people. Which ones are there to keep us truly safe? Which ones just add an erotic hint of taboo to our darkest fantasies?
Most ‘special’ people don’t even know the full answers to these questions. Even for the ones that do, the confessions of the masochistic mind are wrapped in the blanket of a lie that it wants forcibly exposed. Only when the illusion of control is taken away (often against their conscious will) can the true flower of pleasure seek light of deepest indulgence. The duality of the conscious protest and the intense subconscious desire is what makes these people so ‘special’. It takes a very committed partner to even take the time to understand and transport you to this ‘special’ world of pleasure. ”
The birth of a new morning on the New Jersey shore is an awe inspiring event for even the most casual passer by. It holds even more meaning for Greg and Amanda. They are usually a tad bit too busy to see it first hand, but the orange yellow light pouring through their bedroom window is always a welcome accent to their tangled sheets and entwined bodies. The absence of children knocking on the door, and the ever present desire of the previous nights adventures always make waking up an interesting experience on their romantic get-away.
The morning of their second day together had been no different. There was something warm and intimate about making love when part of you is still tired. The mind is less active and you are free to focus on the warmth of your lover’s body, the gentle massage of tangled hair against bare skin, and the moist warmth of deepest union.
One of the most amazing aspects of their intimate escape was the time that Amanda and Greg could spend just holding and cuddling each other with no where to be. After greeting the rising sun with earthy moans and gentle screams of pleasure they loved nothing more than to just take long baths together. Even the warm water was no match for the intense passion burning between their two merging hearts.
Amanda was sitting on Greg’s lap in their expansive whirl pool bath tub. She was enjoying one of what would prove to be many thorough massages. Amanda always loved the way that Greg showered affection on her so selflessly. It always made her feel so beautiful and wanted. He loved nothing more in the world than to let her know how special she was and that his universe could not exist without her. He loved to feel her soft skin atop him during their baths together. Greg adored the gentle way that Amanda cooed and moaned in approval.
Greg’s strong hands always had the duplicitous effect of relaxing her muscles and making her feel so alive. She couldn’t help but shift in cooperation to let his knowing hands wander about her smooth skin freely. He made sure to remove every knot of tension. After last night and this morning there weren’t many left, but he was content at the feeling of his young wife’s supple skin and tone muscles yielding to him as she emitted her sensual audible form of encouragement. In addition to his strong hands, he always made sure that his warm mouth, tongue, and subtly nibbling teeth were not strangers to her soft neck, cheek, and sensitive ear lobes. He loved to make her shiver as his warm breath *tickled* her ear drums while he whispered sweet nothings in her ears. She was so cute when she would scrunch her nose and squeal with every probe and nibble. Making his wife happy was Greg’s greatest thrill.
As any true *tickle* enthusiast, Greg would make sure to add in a few playful pokes and prods. In the early morning he was always just took pleasure in the subtle way that her body would stir, she would squeal, giggle, and just utter the sweet words, “Hehhe that *tickles.*” Amanda always found ways to accidentally squirm closer to him and make it easier for his wondering fingers to find *ticklish* targets.
Washing Amanda’s feet was something Greg always looked forward to. She would always turn to face him and raise her feet almost aristocratically to him to be “thoroughly” cleaned. 99% of the time her feet were already without flaw but he always took a special amount of time, just to make sure!
Greg had always had a fascination with women’s feet, but with Amanda it went to an all new level. Amanda’s cute tiny size 6 ½ feet were a work of art. Her toes were always well taken care. Greg made sure to administer very regular pedicures on Amanda’s tickly toes. . Her feet were so soft that it was a wonder that she ever walked on them. His fingers would truly melt into the supple skin of her buttery soles. Her toes were the perfect length. Her arches were high and well defined. Her heels and the balls of her feet were always the most delicate shade of pink.
They physical perfection of Amanda’s feet was only part of the equation. Amanda was the most indulgent in his passion for her feet that Greg had ever encountered. She truly derived greater self esteem from the way that he would obsess over her sensitive little feet. He could see the effect that it had on her in her hazel eyes. He could see how much it excited her to raise her wrinkly sole to his waiting lips. She would at first point them at him as a noble receiving service only to splay and spread them apart as they both loved the way she invited his tongue to every deep crevice of her soft toes. Amanda always made sure that her pretty feet were buttery soft, that he could see her perfect toes in lots of tantalizing shoes, and relished his passionate worship of her perfect peds.
It wasn’t much of a chore for Amanda. There was something about the way he stared at them, the way he held them, the way he soothingly massaged them, the way his warm mouth and rough tongue felt on them, the way his teeth tantalized them and obviously how mercilessly Greg would *Tickle* them. It made her feel like a Princess with a loyal foot servant. She still had trouble believing that he actually took the time to learn how to give her professional foot pedicures at home. She coveted their special time together with her precious feet as a special treasure.
Greg and Amanda’s time at Point Pleasant was always just a series of games. For them the time thee was just a steady flow of foreplay and then indulgence. There was very rarely if ever an actual pause to their seductive teasing. After they pried themselves out of their tub it was always a game to see who could appear the least excited while toweling off their partner. This was one of the few games that Greg always lost. He was not one to hide his intentions. He let his devilish plans be known in the way that he gazed up and down his wife’s naked body. Greg always made sure he *accidentally* toweled her off too lightly in one of her more sensitive areas or too firmly on her quivering thighs. The subtle giggles and squirming only got Greg ready for another day of endlessly tickling his poor wife while she was tightly bound to their bed with no way to stop his tantalizing torment. He was glad that there were no neighbors to hear his poor helpless wife’s screams for mercy from her ruthless *tickle treatment.* There would be no one to save her from his sadistic wrath this weekend, or at least so he thought…
Greg’s favorite game was lathering lotion all over Amanda’s sensitive body after their morning bath. There is nothing like playful *spanking* mixed in with a ticklish massage. This little game was better than even the strongest coffee. Greg carried Amanda over to the bed and set her down gently. Like a good little girl she rolled over onto her stomach, pulled up a pillow, and rested her slim arms under her head as her flowing hair draped over her shoulders. Greg was still taken back by the perfection of her light olive skin.
“Now remember, Amanda. You have to hold still no matter WHAT!” Greg loved to build the anticipation. He wants every nerve in Amanda’s body to be on alert to every drop of lotion that he thoroughly massages into her warm soft skin.
“Hehe I’ll try sweetie.” Truth be told, this was a very hard game for Amanda. It was always a challenge to both loose on purpose and not appear to be too obvious. She did however take great pleasure in squeezing together her thighs and raising her firm behind slightly to remind her husband of his prize for tantalizing her.
“You know what happens if you don’t right?” It was a question Greg already knew the answer to and it only made it more fun. To make matters worse he was lightly trailing his fingertips over Amanda’s sensitive buns and the backs of her thighs. She had to fight hard not to just start moaning in approval already. After all, it’s still early. Feeling Greg straddle her bare thighs and behind did not help one bit.
“Hehe Yesssssss! hehe” Greg loved to see his cute wife giggle nervously and her firm body tremble. It sent little electric waves through his entire body knowing that he gave her such joy. Her wide grin of approval was always such a welcome sight. It made him feel like the man that he always wanted to be.
“Here it comes! I hope you’re ready Amanda!” Greg squeezed a healthy portion of his cucumber melon scented lotion into his strong hands and rubbed it in audibly. He could see Amanda begin to nibble her bottom lip in anticipation.
“Ohhhhh,” was all that Amanda could say. Greg’s wicked fingertips first made contact with her sensitive lower back. The contrast of the warm bath and bubbles to the slightly chilled lotion made her skin quiver and her muscles tighten deliciously. Greg never really applied enough pressure to get rid of all the *tickly* sensations, but Amanda could tell that he was not going in for the kill yet. She loved the way that he would always take his time to build her anticipation so that her plunge into hilarity would be much more dramatic.
Thankfully she was allowed to giggle for this exercise. Otherwise she would be in real trouble. Greg let every nervous titter sink into his heart and relished the power that he had over his wife’s perfect body. Even though she was allowed to laugh, it was part of Amanda’s fun to mount a futile effort to hold in her subtle stream of flirtatious giggles. Greg adored hearing the mix of her heightened breathing, the way she held her breath, and the giggling despite herself that his cruel touch was producing. The best part was seeing her eyes closed tightly shut as she let the delightfully torturous sensations consume her trying *desperately* to hold perfectly still.
“This isn’t bothering you, is it?” Greg was the eternal tease.
“Uhhhh uhhhh!” Amanda’s playful lying was good for all occasions. Her casual encouragements only emboldened Greg further.
“Ohh well that’s good, Honey. This shouldn’t bother you either then…” Greg then began to lightly massage the lotion onto Amanda’s sensitive hips. He loved the feeling of her smooth skin yielding to his wicked hands. He was thrilled at the sight of his Wife’s cute buns stirring in response to his new caress. He loved the sensation of her muscles tightening in the palm oh his hands and watching her start to grip the pillow oh so tightly. He loved the fact that she couldn’t stand this. “What’s wrong sweetie?” Amanda’s abbreviated giggles are as sweet as honey. Greg could neither hide evidence of his enjoyment from the sinister tone in his voice, nor hide the devious grin creeping across his lips.
“Hehehehe Nothing!” Amanda was breathing in heavily trying to quell her giggling as all the muscles in her mid section were at full attention with the evil teasing. She absolutely loved every second of her malicious massages. It was just enough to tickle but not enough to break her. What a lascivious limbo.
Just as she was beginning to get used to the sensation, Greg gave her hips a devilish squeeze. She let out a desperate squeal and jerked forward slightly. This was met with a swift swat to her waiting behind. It sent a delicious stinging jolt of electricity right between her thighs. This was going to be a long day.
“I told you to keep still Amanda. We haven’t even gotten to the hard part yet...” Greg firmly massaged the cheek that he had just corrected as he further taunted his beautiful bride.
“Hehe I’m trying, you’re no fair!” Amanda’s erect nipples pulsed deliciously as the fact that she had no chance of winning pounded in her temples and sank deep within her warming thighs. Greg applied more of his lotion and kept moving his knowing hands to their next target. Amanda hated the fact that all she could do was to moan in approval as his hands searched higher and higher on her smooth sensitive back. Amanda had a death grip on her pillow and her giggles were flowing out like water. Greg felt like the king of the entire galaxy watching his wife react delicately to his light caressing and deliberate massaging.
Every time that Greg would lightly trace the very tips of his fingers along her smooth back she would gasp or giggle in response as her body jerked this way or that. To her great joy this was always met with another playful spank to her firm behind. After all, *pink* was one of her favorite colors. The light smacking sound made Greg’s blood boil almost as much as the writhing of the giggling goddess beneath him.
For Amanda, the concept of Punishment just slammed home in her sense of arousal. There was something about the contrast of apparent domesticity and the utter feeling of being NAUGHTY. She relished her playfully electric penalty. The light tickly sensations were already making her a bit dizzy. The playful spanks that she was receiving made her arch her back in approval and made her nipples pound a little bit more to life with every purposeful pat.
Greg leaned in very closely to whisper into Amanda’s ear. “Now it’s time to massage your ribs Amanda!” Greg knew full well what those words would do to her. He took great pleasure in watching those well placed words reach the very depths of his wifes dazed psyche.
“Ohhh no not the ribs Greg please, you know I can’t take the ribs…” For some reason the illusion of there play being against Amanda’s will always added a little extra ‘something.’ She loved knowing that her playful begging only spurred her lustful lover on to new heights.
“That’s too bad Amanda, we have to lotion you up everywhere don’t we?” Greg could not stand the idea of not being thorough!
“I guess so, hehe but you’re not going to tickle on purpose are you? You’re going to give me a chance right?” She looked up at him so innocently with her hazel eyes. It almost melted his heart... almost.
“Of course I will sweetie. I always give you a chance don’t I?” Amanda could hear the evil smirk on his face in his teasing words.
“Oh God…” Her suspicions were confirmed when Greg repositioned himself on the bed next to her. He rolled to her left side leaving her right side uncovered. He pinned her right arm next to her head with his left arm (elbow about at Amanda’s mid forearm). He then wrapped his legs around Amanda’s bare thighs trapping her quite effectively. He made sure that his left hand had plenty of chilled lotion on it. He placed his right hand firmly on Amanda’s quivering buns. He knew that his right hand would be busy.
“Are you ready?” He accentuated her predicament by tracing a single finger on the delicious skin of her behind.
“Noooooooooooooooo!” Amanda just moaned in protest.
“Awwwwww that’s too bad sweetie! Just remember to stay still, Amanda hehehe!” Amanda could hear the malice in Greg’s voice and she loved it. Greg knew that this was one of Amanda’s worst areas. Greg let his fingertips lightly wonder along the skin of her side and increase pressure slightly. Amanda’s muscles began to flinch involuntarily at Greg’s lightly *ticklish* assault immediately. Greg just sat and thought to himself how awful this must be for poor little Amanda as she was helplessly trapped under his body weight.
As he began increasing pressure with his left hand Amanda started slithering under him like a snake. He knew that she would not be able to get comfortable with this new massaging and he loved watching her sensual discomfort. She was trapped with no where to go and no way to alleviate the light tickles that he was forcing on her protruding ribcage.
As penalty for her slithering he adopted a more continuous spanking of his naughty wife. This only added to Amanda’s dismay because it contributed greatly to the renewed moistening of her sensitive womanhood. She was already painfully aware of the blood flow back to her throbbing nipples. That sea air, she will have to find a way to take it with her. Every time that Greg’s hand would hit home and temporarily disrupt the tickly sensations, Amanda’s moans of arousal would get just a little deeper and more desperate.
Then without warning Greg’s hands began clawing and massaging into the hollows of Amanda’s ribs and probing the spaces between them. The results were devastating. Amanda started bucking like a wild animal. Greg Absolutely loved to see the genuine desperation in his beautiful Wife.
Amanda started coiling up and stretching out like an accordion in a vein effort to rid herself of the ruthless torment on her right set of ribs. She could not even pull her arm down to protect herself. The feeling of helplessness was intoxicating, perfectly accentuated with a light sense of betrayal, and punctuated delightfully with her continual playful spanking.
“Hehehehehehehe Greg.heheheh *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh* ehehehee please stop hehehe *ohhhhhhh* hehehehee not the ribs hehehe *ohhhhhhhhhhh* heeheheheeh you can’t get my ribs like this hehe *ohhhhhhhhhhhh* hehehehehe oh god please stop Greg, please stop *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* heheheheheheheheheeh you promised hehehehehehehehe *oohhhhhhhh!*” All Amanda could do was scream and beg for the mindless rib tickling to stop. Amanda loved it when Greg was bad. It made everything all the more exciting when he didn’t have her permission to tease her like this (little did she know how deep the rabbit hole was). For Greg the spectacle was intoxicating.
“But honey, we have to get you all lotioned up. Now hold still, this might tickle a little!” Amanda’s screaming laughing and begging mixed with her sultry grunts from her spanking were making Greg dizzy. The sheer pleasure of punishing his naughty house wife in such a romantic venue almost felt wrong… almost. The audacity of Greg’s words really hit home with Amanda and Greg could read her like a book. He could already see the subtle grinding into the mattress. He relished the fact that this was going to be a very long week.
After making sure that Amanda’s ribs and sides were VERY well lotioned, Greg finally stopped his evil assault. Amanda was left pleasantly gasping into the pillow with her fires of passion burning a new. She feared that her surplus of endorphins might have some long term damage but right now she really didn’t care.
“See; was that so bad, sweetie?” Greg playfully pushed the hair away from her face and kissed her lovingly on the neck and cheek as she recovered from the furious torment.
“Hehe Yessss!” Amanda’s playful tittering was music to Greg’s ear. He loved nothing more than to hear her happy.
“Well that’s too bad Amanda. Remember, we still have to get the other side to do!” The evil in Greg’s voice could be heard a mile away.
All Amanda could do was inhale sharply in mock surprise. She was very flattered that Greg was being particularly naughty this morning! (Although she feared their morning bath would have to be augmented with a late morning shower as the first drops of lustful dew formed on her warming thighs.)
Amanda felt Greg shift over to the other side of her body, still holding her tightly. She was still sensually bound in his strong embrace and there was no place on earth that she would rather be than right there unable to stop him from his mindless tradecraft.
“Ohhhh please baby… I am too ticklish right now. Please, you know that I can’t take it on my poor ribs. Please don’t tickle me right now Greg. You know that I won’t be able to take it!” Amanda’s mouth said one thing but her eyes and Lips said another.
Greg just bent his head down to nibble on her ear lobes and let his warm breath kiss her ears with news of her impending demise. “Mmmmmmmmmm you promise?”
“Noooooooooooooo stop Greg Stoppppppp” All that Amanda could do was scream in helpless abandon as Greg went about his ruthless task. This time there was no preamble. Greg just let his lotioned hand slide freely up his wife’s defenseless side and he was rewarded with the desperate thrashing that he so craved. Every ounce of energy that she expended trying to get away from him was absorbed in the strong muscles that bound her. Feeling every fiber of her twitch and then relax with each stinging spank of her behind made him feel like a demented puppeteer driving his helpless wife further on the road to ecstasy.
Greg made sure that the other side of Amanda’s rib cage was thoroughly moisturized. He made sure that despite her desperate wigging to get down into every crevice between her pouting ribs and to gently massage her supple skin against the quivering rib bones themselves. Amanda’s desperate pleas for Greg to stop coupled with her demented laughter were reward enough for Greg’s efforts.
Feeling Amanda’s toned thighs writhing maddeningly against him only to stiffen suddenly with each welcome slap to her pinking buns reminded Greg of all the delicious gyrations that were to come that evening. Greg was already very eager to have his beautiful wife all tied up and helpless to stop him from his maniacal tickle torture. He promised himself that she would laugh, scream, and beg much louder than his subtle teasing was provoking now in their cute little game. The sadist deep down within him couldn’t wait until he was completely free to push all of his poor slave girls limits farther than either of them had ever dared to dream (little did he know how deep the rabbit hole went).
Finally, satisfied that he had gotten to every square inch of Amanda’s rib cage Greg relented. “Seee, you’re doing so good honey.”
Amanda sighed deeply and shivered with another complimentary swat to her behind. “Uhhhhhhhh thank you master… You know Greg; I think you missed a spot…” Even in her darkest of hours, Amanda loved to provoke her evil husband.
“Oh I’m sorry dear. We can’t have that can WE?” Greg nuzzled his face right next to Amanda’s while he gave her another brief round of tickling on her ribs. “Is it right here………..? Or how about here? Maybe it’s over here?” Greg always made sure to compliment her gentle encouragement with cruel verbal teasing. What a pair they make.
Greg’s menacing verbal teasing only added to Amanda’s plight (much to her delight). “There hehehehehehehehee right there hehehhehehehe *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh* just a little bit harder hehehehehehehehehehehe okay *ohhhhhhhhhhhhh* okay you got it *ohhhhhhhhhhh* please just stopp hehehehehehhehehehe STOP *ohhhhhhhhhhh* Please oh god stop hehehehehehe!” It was a terribly kept secret that Amanda loved o get herself into trouble…
The mixture of the begging, laughing, and the moaning was almost too much for Greg to take. “Did I get the spot Amanda?”
“Oh God yes…..stop please stop Greg I can’t take it. Hehehehehehehehehehe” A small part of Amanda almost regretted inviting another attack… almost.
“I just want to make sure.” With that Greg straddled her quivering buns again and dug both hands into her terribly *ticklish* ribs.
Amanda went into even a higher level of desperation. Without warning Greg’s hands began to alternate between her ticklish ribs and her sensitive hollows. She brought her arms down and just collapsed into a ticklish ball with her husbands evil hands trapped UNDER her arms and no way of getting the terrible spider claws out. That didn’t stop her from grinding up against him in a vein attempt though. After all, a girl has got to try.
Amanda let out piercing shrieks of laughter. Greg loved seeing her like this. All she could do was laugh. With his strong grip and her slight frame she wasn’t going anywhere and the both of them knew that, especially poor little Amanda.
She just shut here eyes tightly and began shaking her head furiously up and down o try to signal Greg that he had finally gotten the spot that he had never really missed. The consequences of her actions were deliciously coursing through her body. Amanda REALLY loved getting herself into trouble.
“You got it, heheheheheheheheeh you got it heheheheheheheheheheheeh I promise, you got it hehehehahahahahahahahahaa oh please stop hehehahahahahahahaa I can’t take it please stop hahahaheheheha not under my arms hehahahahahahahahaah!” Amanda was quickly becoming breathless and her violent kicking and thrashing only served to invigorate Greg further. The only thing that stopped him honestly was the idea of preserving his poor beauty for the even more strenuous torments that he had planned.
At that thought he relented. Amanda just lay there blissfully with a huge smile on her face as the wash of endorphins took over her in bath even warmer than the one she had this morning.
“See, I’m thorough!” With that Greg put more lotion onto Amanda’s back, brushed her hair aside and set about a much more sensual massage of her shoulders. After all this was just the foreplay to the evening’s activities. Greg planned on giving their new chair a much more thorough field test. Greg chuckled lightly as he let the idea of Mark or Joshua catching their poor mommy all tied up in a tickle chair linger in his mind a minute. What they don’t know won’t hut them-no matter how much mommy screams.
“Mmmmmmmmmm that you are. And I love it hhehe awwwwww that feels so good.” Greg just let Amanda lie there in bliss for a few more moments. Her body always responded so well to him. She never really held anything back… at least he thought not. She just lay there moaning in approval of his gentle massage telling him how wonderful it felt and how much she loved him.
Now came the fun part. Amanda’s legs are her worst spots. The backs of her legs are the most fatal location on her entire body. They are so terrible that even as twisted as Amanda can be at times, she has never in her life allowed Greg to tie her faced down with the backs of her legs exposed and spread for anything. He is only Allowed to massage which tickles badly enough.
He is not Allowed to purposely squeeze her ham strings calves or the tendons on the back of her knee at all. The one time that he did was when they were still dating and he thought she was spending too much time with a male friend. That was the only time that he ever pinned down her legs and tickled the backs of them on purpose. The electric sensations were the worst that she had ever felt and even she could not take it. She made him promise never to do it again if he wanted to remain together.
A few weeks later having figured out the male friend was benign, Greg proposed and the fairy tale began. Greg never pushed this boundary before now and respected her firm rule with all his heart. The side effect was that this area of her body, being off limits, became an obsession for the sadistic Taskmaster deep inside Greg. Amanda’s legs were toned, curvy, and devoid of any flaw. Despite there perfection there were times Greg felt that there was someone else looking at the backs of his wife’s legs with white hot lust through his own eyes and it scared him to no end how good it felt. He relished every opportunity that he had like today to actually touch this mystical part of his Wife’s body.
Amanda didn’t do much to silence the beast inside him. Every time Greg approached this part of her body, Amanda’s entire manner would change. He could see the fear in her and that only made the man behind his eyes even more intoxicated. He tried his best to keep his thoughts his own but very often failed. Luckily, he was in better control of his actions.
Still, feeling this forbidden flesh under his touch made that part deep down inside him burn with power. The late night fantasies of having his wife tied face down to a bondage table apologizing profusely for using the wrong fork at dinner, not opening the refrigerator properly, or for having such pretty feet while his hands were massaging and kneading her most sensitive tissue were always in the back of his mind when he got to touch her here. The thing he never understood was the inverse relationship. For some reason the more trivial the infraction he fantasized about the more severely and mindlessly he would torture her.
Amanda’s shortened breathing brought Greg clamoring back to reality. “Greg… Be careful!” Greg’s warm loving response soothed her to no end.
“You can TRUST me Amanda.” This didn’t end their little game, but it did let he know that her limits were respected. She braced herself against her pillow when she felt the first drops of lotion being dropped directly onto her bare legs. He may not be able to tickle her there, but he takes great pleasure in teasing them when he has the chance.
This was a loosing battle for Amanda when Greg first moved to the backs of her legs. This was an obsessive phobia for her. Being so defenseless all the time and having a weakness like this tends to make a girl a little paranoid. She could feel the fear mixing with the excitement as Greg’s hands gently rubbed her ham strings. She arched her back and presented her warming buns to Greg, because she knew that she was going to have to be punished thoroughly for moving too much under this terrible touch.
Just the mention of her bare legs was enough to set her squirming. That night a week before their engagement had haunted her worst nightmares ever since. The ex boy friends who used to take advantage of her before Greg had solidified it as a phobia even before that encounter.
Amanda trusted Greg. This subtle confrontation of her worst fear with a gentle massage and a few playful spanks really put her at ease. The sense of caring that she got from Greg was pushing her arousal to the brink. She was lucky to have found someone so loving. It takes a lot to be so sadistic and still maintain her boundaries. Just thinking of how special she must be to Greg for him to care that much made her clit throb and her nipples ache. She wiggled a little on purpose just so she could get a little bit more of her delicious punishment.
Then Greg had to massage her calves, Amanda’s worst ticklish area of all. Greg actually hurried past this area with the lotion. He likes to torment her but he knows what this area does to her. He regrets every second of the one night he used her worst fear against her. She cooed in approval as his knowing hands moved down past her ultra-sensitive claves to her ankles. Now it was Greg’s time to let go and have some real fun.
Greg bent Amanda’s toned legs at the knee so that he could play with her perfect feet and still reach her fetching behind if she was naughty and squirmed too much. Amanda just bit her lip in anticipation. She felt so good when Greg worshiped her feet. She knew that he was going to suckle and nibble her toes to no end, but she thought he deserved a reward for treating the backs of her sensitive legs so kindly. Deep down she knew that it killed him not to be able to destroy her the way the he knew he could. Amanda felt a delicious rush of shame run through her. She felt really guilty that a part of her loved the sheer power of being able to DENNY Greg something that he coveted so dearly. It made her feel confident, sexy, and alive. She hated the way that she showed them off only to not allow him to touch them. She was glad that Greg was going to be so mean to her feet. She needed to be thoroughly punished for abusing his genuine affection.
Greg nuzzled his face lovingly against her perfect feet. She flexed her toes rapidly in approval. Greg was just in awe of her cherry red toes flexing back and forth. He felt the rising between his thighs again. She knew what she was doing to him. She would point her sexy toes straight in the air, and then she would splay them out inviting his teeth and tongue to explore every tickly inch between them. She knew that his teeth would be BAD but not nearly bad enough. She knew she deserved far worse for the years of torment she put her loving husband through. To make matters worse she was subconsciously flexing and relaxing her calves and hamstrings to further Greg’s plight. She knew in her head that she deserved the entire naughty toe nibbling that he could dish out and then some.
“You have such beautiful feet honey… They are still just as perfect as the day that we met. And they look so delicious…” Greg’s voice was elevated with his excited breath. Amanda could hear the mounting arousal in Greg’s voice she was glad that she wasn’t the only one thoroughly enjoying their lusty wake up call. Hearing Greg’s excitement caused Amanda’s hips to gyrate more deliberately against the mattress as her hardening slick clit began to peak out again. She tried her best to hide it, but desperately hoped she would be caught.
“Awwwwww, thank you baby… They are a little cold though… I think they need another bath…” Amanda was such a tease. She would do almost anything if she knew that it would cause her loving husband sexual discomfort. She knew that he loved nothing more than to kiss and nibble her feet. She loved teasing him about it always bringing his manhood to attention. It made her feel sexually powerful to no end. It was almost a guilty feeling… almost. The shame of being so seductive only increased the pounding between her thighs.
Greg didn’t need to audibly respond. He was overcome with foot lust. He just took her spread toes into his mouth as she giggled in approval. She made sure to wiggle her toes invitingly in his mouth. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to stand still for long so she took the pillow under her breasts brushing deliciously over her aching nipples to help her fully arch her back and present her pink bottom for its much deserved PENALTY.
Amanda had made up her mind that she was going to put on a very seductive show for her loving Husband. It’s his fault for all that evil rib tickling. She flipped all of her hair to her back. She knew that the contrast of her dark hair and her light olive skin would drive Greg crazy as he licked and suckled her wiggling toes. She became to moan in approval quite loudly knowing that her sounds would produce an even bigger morning rising. She shifted her knees back as far as possible seeking the growth that she knew she was facilitating.
The tongue was the first companion to Greg’s full lips. His tongue traveled lightly over her twitching toes. Every delicious touch of Greg’s rough tongue sent electric Tickly shocks up the backs of her legs and slamming into her twitching slick mound. She giggled to herself as she felt Greg wrap his strong arms around her lightly squirming claves. She knew that Greg loved the idea of her not being able to go anywhere. She teasingly wiggled and scrunched the foot that Greg didn’t have in his mouth driving him mad with excitement. He was alternating as fast as he could between each perfect foot, but the other would always be tormenting him with teasing wiggling, pointing toes, spreading toes, and the scrunching of her soles.
Amanda was becoming dizzy. The feeling that she was getting from causing Greg so much excitement was almost too much to handle. She could hear him moaning as he gobbled her feet. She could here the sounds that he was making as he was sucking each toe. She could also feel the passion with which he was licking every square inch of her wiggling toes in his mouth. She was giggling and squealing devilishly as she let the sensations wash over her. She felt so sexy. Greg loved her so much. She loved him so much. The fact that he found her so irresistible only made her want to tease him even further.
Then the nibbling started. First it was light and playful. It was almost as though he accidentally ran his teeth on the pads of her buttery soft toes. She would squeal or giggle suddenly and her legs would twitch. Much to her delight, every time that Amanda squirmed in the least degree she would receive another delicious slap on her twitching ass and she couldn’t get enough of it. Now with Greg fully in her trance she would emit a lewd grunt very loudly in approval every time she was spanked to accentuate how much she was enjoying herself.
“Heheheheheheheheheh *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* *mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm* Was I a bad girl Greg?” She was such a tease. She knew that her words would strike deeply within him. She knew what was coming next. Greg took a firm grip of her ankles and put his evil teeth to work. She was going no where, and that is exactly how she liked it.
Greg’s only response was the deliberate raking of his sharp teeth lightly over Amanda’s quivering ticklish toes. She couldn’t take it. She just let out screaming peals of laughter.
“Oooooohhhh godddddd, please no nibbling Greg. Please no nibbling….hahahahahahahahahhhahahaha *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* I can’t take it*ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh* please hahahahahaha.” Ignoring Amanda’s helpless pleas for mercy was Greg’s favorite right of marriage (little did he know how deep the rabbit whole was) aside from sole access to her quivering perfection. She was screaming deliciously at the top of her lungs and begging Greg to stop at every turn. Her pleas were met with more and more nibbling.
Greg’s nibbles only increased in pace, speed, and intensity. Poor Amanda just buried her head into her hands and thrashed from side to side. Her poor bottom was getting the discipline that she truly deserved for being such an unconscionable tease. Her moans of pleasure only served as a seasoning for her desperate screams of mercy. Both of them mixed together for a cocktail of sheer arousal for poor Greg who feared if Amanda kept this up that his poor temples were going to burst. All she could do was continually suck in air to tell him how evil he was, how much it tickled to have her toes nibbled, how she couldn’t take it, and how he had to stop this very instant. All he could do was keep nibbling and sucking on her poor toes and make sure that she was properly Corrected for all her incessant squirming.
Finally Greg had his fill for the moment of her squirming toes and he relented. Amanda’s eyes were teary, her bottom was bright pink, her nipples were pulsing, and her glistening flower was in full bloom. Greg could hear from the tone of her breathing that his poor little housewife was becoming very aroused again. There may be some men who would complain about having a wife bordering so close on sensual insatiability, but Greg was not one of them.
“Ohhhhh my God…. You are soooooooo mean, Greg…. I love you hehehe!” Amanda couldn’t get enough of his demented affections. When he took the time to torment her she always felt so special.
“I love you too sweet heart. Don’t worry. I am going to massage all the evil tickles away okay.” With that Greg put Amanda’s perfect feet in his lap and set about massaging them firmly. She just sat there and moaned her approval as he kneaded away at her perfect feet.
“Awwwwwwwww, thank you Master!” Those had to be three of Greg’s favorite words. As his hands were massaging the perfect soles in front of him, he could not help but look up and survey the vision before him. Amanda had a delicate layer of perspiration shining on her perfect skin. Her perfect buns were so inviting, her back rose and fell as she breathed, her hair perfectly complimented her olive complexion, and those legs. He couldn’t get them out of his head for some reason. He always wondered what feathers would do to them. He always thought that would be a nice precursor to the madness of malicious massage. Ohhhhhh the screams….
15 minutes later (after his imaginary wife had passed out several times) Greg snapped back to reality and realized that it was probably time to turn his wife over and finish what he had started. She was not complaining however. She loved the caring attention that he always gave her feet. The foot massage had her in a deep state of relaxation even as her arousal kept climbing and climbing.
“Time to do the front now sweetie, roll over for me…”
“I need some help, I’m too tired…” This was as bold faced as lies get. Amanda was perfectly capable; she just liked feeling like a helpless rag doll in Greg’s strong arms. He put one arm under he slim torso and with one motion Amanda was on her back staring up at him. Her eyes shot very wide with his display of brute strength. Every fiber in her being loved to be man handled. “Thank you huhhh!” Amanda’s deep inhale was evidence enough of her excitement.
Now the game changes. No more spanking. Now Greg gets to have free reign over her most erogenous zones and it is at his discretion if she will be allowed release before they set out for the day. She has to hold her hands over her head. She is breathing so nervously. Being tickled furiously and spanked for wiggling too much was a devastating combination. In her current state, Amanda couldn’t bear the thought of having to wait until late afternoon to subdue the fires burning with her through a series of earth shattering climaxes.
“Awwwwww, You’re welcome Sweetie. Let me get a little more comfortable…” With that Greg shifted between Amanda’s open legs and she greeted him by wrapping her firm thighs around him TIGHTLY.
“Mmmmmmmmmm heheh Right there hehehe” Amanda always craved having Greg close to her. Greg was not shy with lotioning the undersides of his wife’s firm breasts. He could see that her perky nipples were already at attention. He knew that the gently massaging must be sending all kinds of shock waves of pleasure through her body. Greg just took in the sight of his tiny wife licking her lips in response to his loving tease of her sensitive breasts. Amanda was beset with frustration that her nipples weren’t receiving any of his calculated attention. She knew better than to let him know how much it affected her verbally. Her hips gyrating softly into her large husband were already telling far too many of her secrets.
Greg could see the glistening between her legs as she squeezed him tightly around him and he knew that he had already won. The only thing left to do now was to rub it in. “Is someone enjoying herself Amanda?” Greg accentuated his silly question by sweeping dangerously close to her puffy areolas.
Amanda just got an even bigger grin on her face as the electric jolts were coursing dangerously through her body. “Uhhhhhh uhhhhhhh” Her lips were still pursed tightly together and she could just hum her lies out while she playfully shook her head from side to side.
“Well I will just have to find some way to keep my little house wife entertained then now won’t I…?” With that Greg let hi fingers skitter lightly into Amanda’s exposed hollows and she almost pulled her arms down from behind her head for protection. Luckily, she caught herself.
Amanda was forced to sit there and take the cruel light tickles on her defenseless hollows if she wanted any hope of lunchtime indulgence from her taunting Husband. Even then, knowing Greg, it was an unsure thing. Amanda loved the unpredictability of having her deepest cravings satisfied. This only added to the impish dancing in the lower part of her belly that she was trying to quiet while her husband gazed down on her menacingly. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being able to look her in the face and be able to see her laughing desperately at his touch but when Greg’s wicked hands found there way to the center of her ticklish hollows the choice was no longer hers.
“Haahahahhahahahah not there, not there...ahahahahahahahaha please pleas please hahahahahahahah you already got them….hahahahahahahahahahhahahaha stop!” The laughter began washing out of her like a wave. She loved not being able to get away from him. The futility of her begging only made her predicament more pleasurable.
“I don’t want you to be bored sweetie.” Greg loved reminding his helpless wife that he could be a tease too.
“Haahahahahahahaa I’m not bored…. I promise ahhahahahahaha!” Greg loved seeing Amanda’s hair flail wildly as she thrashed her head from side to side. It was almost cruel for him to torture her hollows so lightly while she had to keep her arms still… almost.
“Oh well that’s good honey, we can continue then. I know that we have to get beach side soon.” With that Greg’s hands returned to Amanda’s pulsing breasts. Still her nipples got no relief but she loved the feeling of the lotion being massaged into her yielding peeks. All that Amanda could do was moan deeply. She just sighed and gasped. Greg massaged lower and lower over her tummy firmly sending erotic chills up and down her spine. Greg knew just how to play his sensual instrument after years and years of practice.
“Ohhhhhhh godddddd!” Greg’s hands reached her lower tummy and she just let out a huge sigh. It felt so good. He knew the desperate churnings that were going on just inches below and he thought he would encourage them a little. Firm massaging and light scribbling of his nails was the combination to such deep earthy moans and desperate giggles. He let his hands linger for quite a while teasing her lower tummy. He almost felt guilty denying the proper pressure to Amanda’s gyrations that were strengthening against him…. almost. Greg took the opportunity to let his thumb trace right over her swollen clitoris. The fiery sensation of pleasure pulsed through Amanda’s body.
“Does someone want something Amanda…?” Greg had her exactly where he wanted her. Her confident teasing attitude was reduced to helpless begging for more attention and he loved it to no end.
“Ohhhhhhhh yesssss please, just rub it a little more, please Greg…. Please..?”
“Maybe after our walk…!” His icy words pierced his poor excited wife to no end. She let out a deep grunt of frustration being denied her release. She loved it when he was so cruel. She loved to see him so in control of every bit of her.
“Please… Please… Please… I’ll do anything you want me to please…” Amanda’s heart felt plea for release fell on sadistic ears.
“Anything I want you to?” Greg had already shifted his attention to her quivering thighs.
“Ohhhh god yessss… anything please hahahahhahahahahahhah!” Just then Greg started viciously massaging Amanda’s poor ultra-ticklish thighs. She couldn’t take it.
“If you stop laughing Amanda I promise I will let you cum….” This was not fair, this was cruel, and this was psychological torture. They both knew that there was no way Amanda could stop laughing while she was being tickled like this. Unfortunately for our helpless heroine, this intense form of ORGASM DENIAL was one of her ultimate fantasies.
“Hhahahahahahaahahhaa I fucking hate you hahahahahahahahahahahaha stop please ahhahahahahahaha I can’t take it hahahahahahahahahahahaha a not the knee’s oh my god ahahahahahahahahahah!” Greg enjoyed seeing his wife just loose it from being tickled. Thinking of the long evening to come Greg stopped. He had to save his energies. He had already decided to make the two of them wait until this evening and seeing his poor wife suffering underneath him was a tad bit too arousing for this time of day…
“Oooopsss, doesn’t look like little Amanda was able to stop laughing… No orgasm for you… hahaha.” Greg let the full weight of his victory wash over him like a warm blanket of power. She was broken. Amanda just lay there giggling and panting. Her nipples and thighs only yearned with greater intensity knowing that they were going to have to WAIT for the attention they so deserved. “Now, I think that someone needs a shower before we take our little walk.” With that Greg let one finger teasingly slip in and out of his wife’s glistening opening.
“Oh God you’re mean. You’re so Fucking Sadistic, you love seeing me suffer don’t you?” Amanda had to let her know the effect that he had on her as she reached up to gently take his lips into hers. Greg delighted in pinching her knees yet again as payback for her mock insult.
Amanda just squealed and recoiled away from her tormentor. She could see the pure fires of tickle hell in the backs of his eyes. She had really gotten to him. She felt so proud of herself. He loved seeing her turn into ticklish jelly in his strong arms. He wrapped his arms tight around her back and she pulled away from him playfully. It always got him going to think that she was trying to get away from him somehow. She always used this against him when he was trying to be all mean and nasty.
“No, Amanda, that’s not sadistic. It would be sadistic if I tied you to the bed, blindfolded you and read naughty erotic *tickle* stories to you for a few hours and didn’t allow you any release. That would be sadistic!” Deep down there was a part of Amanda that loved to turn Greg into the utterly ruthless abductor that he was becoming right in front of her eyes. She loved the fact that he wanted nothing more than to make her suffer and suffer until she couldn’t climax any harder (little did she know how deep the rabbit whole goes.).
Amanda just brought her husband’s head resting on her shoulder and whispered sweetly into his ears, “Wellllllllllllll, It wouldn’t be the first time now would it….?”
Greg had almost forgotten their first valentines day. At the reminder he just brought his hands through his lioness’ mane of wild hair and kissed her passionately. She never forgot any of his most sadistic ideas. That one was especially explosive that evening when he finally granted her release… after release… after release…after release…
Even more than her lips sweetly kissing his and her warm tongue massaging his own, Greg loved to feel Amanda’s soft tiny hands caressing his back as they kissed so deeply. It sent warm sensations of approval all the way through him. It gave him an even more evil idea to prolong her aroused suffering and make their shower interesting.
“Get your water proof handcuffs… I think that you will need to be secured to the towel rack so that I can wash you Thoroughly!” Greg enjoyed the shocked look on Amanda’s face at the suggestion. The ticklish consequences were too much to contemplate and she couldn’t get them out of her head thankfully.
Every once in a while the hunter becomes the hunted. Amanda brought a well manicured fingernail to her teeth and gently nibbled. Greg thought that she was just building the anticipation before she sauntered over to the drawer to present her master with his implement of her further desperate frustration. Today… Amanda really did have other plans… too bad for poor Amanda…
“Greg… Do you know what you did to me last night…? It was amazing; I have never felt like that before but…”
“But what Amanda?” With his wife’s ticklish fate in the balance he was all ears.
“But it… it really took a lot out of me. Then someone was a little restless this morning…” She playfully reminded him of his seductive caressing when he came back to bed this morning that led to their morning rendezvous.
“You weren’t complaining then little girl…” With that he flipped her onto her back and attacked her ribs again. She could just flail her arms and laugh…
“Hahahahahaha Greg, I’m serious… hahahahahhah!” Amanda tried in vein to push her fiendish husband off of her.
Greg was utterly shocked. Usually when they took their trips to Pleasant Point, she was allowed a day of rest, but she almost never took it on the second day. Most of the time, she would just not use it at all. Then it struck Greg like a ton of bricks, he had never tied her in the tickle chair and used a vibrator on her before. Maybe she did need a break. After all they would still have five days of fun left anyway. Still, there was something about the smile on her face. She was enjoying this denial a little too much for Greg’s liking. He made mental note to keep an eye on that the rest of the day.
“Ohhhhhh okayyyyy. I guess that you can have your day of rest, but I am going to give you a pedicure later.” After all, he had to salvage some fun. Greg knew the score. On her day of rest there would be no bondage-tickling, just gently cuddling, playful pokes, and the always interesting evenings. His evil plans could wait until tomorrow right…?
“Ohhhhhhhhh thank you so much master… I promise I will make it up to you…” Amanda accentuated her promise with a teasing caress of Greg’s sensitive scrotum. “And you knooooooooooooow how soft my feet are. A pedicure would just kill me. But since you are being soooooooooooooooooo generous…” With that she let her soft hand trail up the length of Greg’s stiffness. “I think that I can make an exception. As a matter of fact, I am going to make today “Greg gets to play with Amanda’s Feet” day. I think I can keep my master entertained while he can’t tickle me… Don’t you Greg?”
Greg was lost. The soft feeling of his wife’s hands on his manhood was intoxicating. The way that her breath tickled his ears with its warmth was almost too much to take. She was so beautiful, she was so cute, she was so sexy, and she loved him so much. She knew just how to make every part of him happy and begging for more of her. Part of him was sorry that he chose the later afternoon option.
“Oh I’m sure that you will find a way pet...” Just like that Greg was under her spell and he didn’t even know it. Neither of them knew that later on that night she would be under a spell Greg didn’t even know he could cast… at least not this him anyway…
“Now… I’m sure that you can find a way to wash me thoroughly without having me all tied up can’t you Greg…” Amanda loved having her big strong husband drunk with lust for her. It made her feel so sexy. It made her feel beautiful. It made her feel loved. His gentle kissing on her neck while she continued her evil teasing was intoxicating. Her subtle moan of approval is all that it took for him to pick her up in his arms and carry her to the shower… It was going to be a long day for both of them…
To be continued...
Once I have enough of an idea where everyoen is... I will post the next chapter. I just want to make sure that i am not leaving anyone behind.
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The Shore: Awakening
In the interest of fitting in we often try to change or block out big parts of ourselves to conform to another person or societies expectations. Sometimes, the only way to rediscover those parts of yourself that we leave behind is to take time together as a couple away from those external influences that you can work on being honest, open, and appealing to each other-not the people in your circle. Very few venues on the planet earth offer the same romantic seclusion, as the New Jersey Shore.
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“ Boundary: A border that encloses a space or abstract concept.
Rule: A principal or regulation governing conduct, action, procedure, or arrangement.
Safety: The state of being safe; freedom from the occurrence of loss or danger.
For ‘normal people’ these are simple definitions. Not everyone is ‘normal’. There are some people who eroticize fear, having their rules and boundaries forcibly stripped from them, and being allowed to exist in a weightless world with no illusion of safety. For them, real pleasure only begins when all their fences are taken down. That’s how they let people in.
The world calls these people ‘Masochists’, not me. I just call these people ‘special’. It’s a gift to be able to derive pleasure from having your illusions of control taken away from you. The hard part is to understand which set of rules and boundaries are the illusion for these ‘special’ people. Which ones are there to keep us truly safe? Which ones just add an erotic hint of taboo to our darkest fantasies?
Most ‘special’ people don’t even know the full answers to these questions. Even for the ones that do, the confessions of the masochistic mind are wrapped in the blanket of a lie that it wants forcibly exposed. Only when the illusion of control is taken away (often against their conscious will) can the true flower of pleasure seek light of deepest indulgence. The duality of the conscious protest and the intense subconscious desire is what makes these people so ‘special’. It takes a very committed partner to even take the time to understand and transport you to this ‘special’ world of pleasure. ”
The birth of a new morning on the New Jersey shore is an awe inspiring event for even the most casual passer by. It holds even more meaning for Greg and Amanda. They are usually a tad bit too busy to see it first hand, but the orange yellow light pouring through their bedroom window is always a welcome accent to their tangled sheets and entwined bodies. The absence of children knocking on the door, and the ever present desire of the previous nights adventures always make waking up an interesting experience on their romantic get-away.
The morning of their second day together had been no different. There was something warm and intimate about making love when part of you is still tired. The mind is less active and you are free to focus on the warmth of your lover’s body, the gentle massage of tangled hair against bare skin, and the moist warmth of deepest union.
One of the most amazing aspects of their intimate escape was the time that Amanda and Greg could spend just holding and cuddling each other with no where to be. After greeting the rising sun with earthy moans and gentle screams of pleasure they loved nothing more than to just take long baths together. Even the warm water was no match for the intense passion burning between their two merging hearts.
Amanda was sitting on Greg’s lap in their expansive whirl pool bath tub. She was enjoying one of what would prove to be many thorough massages. Amanda always loved the way that Greg showered affection on her so selflessly. It always made her feel so beautiful and wanted. He loved nothing more in the world than to let her know how special she was and that his universe could not exist without her. He loved to feel her soft skin atop him during their baths together. Greg adored the gentle way that Amanda cooed and moaned in approval.
Greg’s strong hands always had the duplicitous effect of relaxing her muscles and making her feel so alive. She couldn’t help but shift in cooperation to let his knowing hands wander about her smooth skin freely. He made sure to remove every knot of tension. After last night and this morning there weren’t many left, but he was content at the feeling of his young wife’s supple skin and tone muscles yielding to him as she emitted her sensual audible form of encouragement. In addition to his strong hands, he always made sure that his warm mouth, tongue, and subtly nibbling teeth were not strangers to her soft neck, cheek, and sensitive ear lobes. He loved to make her shiver as his warm breath *tickled* her ear drums while he whispered sweet nothings in her ears. She was so cute when she would scrunch her nose and squeal with every probe and nibble. Making his wife happy was Greg’s greatest thrill.
As any true *tickle* enthusiast, Greg would make sure to add in a few playful pokes and prods. In the early morning he was always just took pleasure in the subtle way that her body would stir, she would squeal, giggle, and just utter the sweet words, “Hehhe that *tickles.*” Amanda always found ways to accidentally squirm closer to him and make it easier for his wondering fingers to find *ticklish* targets.
Washing Amanda’s feet was something Greg always looked forward to. She would always turn to face him and raise her feet almost aristocratically to him to be “thoroughly” cleaned. 99% of the time her feet were already without flaw but he always took a special amount of time, just to make sure!
Greg had always had a fascination with women’s feet, but with Amanda it went to an all new level. Amanda’s cute tiny size 6 ½ feet were a work of art. Her toes were always well taken care. Greg made sure to administer very regular pedicures on Amanda’s tickly toes. . Her feet were so soft that it was a wonder that she ever walked on them. His fingers would truly melt into the supple skin of her buttery soles. Her toes were the perfect length. Her arches were high and well defined. Her heels and the balls of her feet were always the most delicate shade of pink.
They physical perfection of Amanda’s feet was only part of the equation. Amanda was the most indulgent in his passion for her feet that Greg had ever encountered. She truly derived greater self esteem from the way that he would obsess over her sensitive little feet. He could see the effect that it had on her in her hazel eyes. He could see how much it excited her to raise her wrinkly sole to his waiting lips. She would at first point them at him as a noble receiving service only to splay and spread them apart as they both loved the way she invited his tongue to every deep crevice of her soft toes. Amanda always made sure that her pretty feet were buttery soft, that he could see her perfect toes in lots of tantalizing shoes, and relished his passionate worship of her perfect peds.
It wasn’t much of a chore for Amanda. There was something about the way he stared at them, the way he held them, the way he soothingly massaged them, the way his warm mouth and rough tongue felt on them, the way his teeth tantalized them and obviously how mercilessly Greg would *Tickle* them. It made her feel like a Princess with a loyal foot servant. She still had trouble believing that he actually took the time to learn how to give her professional foot pedicures at home. She coveted their special time together with her precious feet as a special treasure.
Greg and Amanda’s time at Point Pleasant was always just a series of games. For them the time thee was just a steady flow of foreplay and then indulgence. There was very rarely if ever an actual pause to their seductive teasing. After they pried themselves out of their tub it was always a game to see who could appear the least excited while toweling off their partner. This was one of the few games that Greg always lost. He was not one to hide his intentions. He let his devilish plans be known in the way that he gazed up and down his wife’s naked body. Greg always made sure he *accidentally* toweled her off too lightly in one of her more sensitive areas or too firmly on her quivering thighs. The subtle giggles and squirming only got Greg ready for another day of endlessly tickling his poor wife while she was tightly bound to their bed with no way to stop his tantalizing torment. He was glad that there were no neighbors to hear his poor helpless wife’s screams for mercy from her ruthless *tickle treatment.* There would be no one to save her from his sadistic wrath this weekend, or at least so he thought…
Greg’s favorite game was lathering lotion all over Amanda’s sensitive body after their morning bath. There is nothing like playful *spanking* mixed in with a ticklish massage. This little game was better than even the strongest coffee. Greg carried Amanda over to the bed and set her down gently. Like a good little girl she rolled over onto her stomach, pulled up a pillow, and rested her slim arms under her head as her flowing hair draped over her shoulders. Greg was still taken back by the perfection of her light olive skin.
“Now remember, Amanda. You have to hold still no matter WHAT!” Greg loved to build the anticipation. He wants every nerve in Amanda’s body to be on alert to every drop of lotion that he thoroughly massages into her warm soft skin.
“Hehe I’ll try sweetie.” Truth be told, this was a very hard game for Amanda. It was always a challenge to both loose on purpose and not appear to be too obvious. She did however take great pleasure in squeezing together her thighs and raising her firm behind slightly to remind her husband of his prize for tantalizing her.
“You know what happens if you don’t right?” It was a question Greg already knew the answer to and it only made it more fun. To make matters worse he was lightly trailing his fingertips over Amanda’s sensitive buns and the backs of her thighs. She had to fight hard not to just start moaning in approval already. After all, it’s still early. Feeling Greg straddle her bare thighs and behind did not help one bit.
“Hehe Yesssssss! hehe” Greg loved to see his cute wife giggle nervously and her firm body tremble. It sent little electric waves through his entire body knowing that he gave her such joy. Her wide grin of approval was always such a welcome sight. It made him feel like the man that he always wanted to be.
“Here it comes! I hope you’re ready Amanda!” Greg squeezed a healthy portion of his cucumber melon scented lotion into his strong hands and rubbed it in audibly. He could see Amanda begin to nibble her bottom lip in anticipation.
“Ohhhhh,” was all that Amanda could say. Greg’s wicked fingertips first made contact with her sensitive lower back. The contrast of the warm bath and bubbles to the slightly chilled lotion made her skin quiver and her muscles tighten deliciously. Greg never really applied enough pressure to get rid of all the *tickly* sensations, but Amanda could tell that he was not going in for the kill yet. She loved the way that he would always take his time to build her anticipation so that her plunge into hilarity would be much more dramatic.
Thankfully she was allowed to giggle for this exercise. Otherwise she would be in real trouble. Greg let every nervous titter sink into his heart and relished the power that he had over his wife’s perfect body. Even though she was allowed to laugh, it was part of Amanda’s fun to mount a futile effort to hold in her subtle stream of flirtatious giggles. Greg adored hearing the mix of her heightened breathing, the way she held her breath, and the giggling despite herself that his cruel touch was producing. The best part was seeing her eyes closed tightly shut as she let the delightfully torturous sensations consume her trying *desperately* to hold perfectly still.
“This isn’t bothering you, is it?” Greg was the eternal tease.
“Uhhhh uhhhh!” Amanda’s playful lying was good for all occasions. Her casual encouragements only emboldened Greg further.
“Ohh well that’s good, Honey. This shouldn’t bother you either then…” Greg then began to lightly massage the lotion onto Amanda’s sensitive hips. He loved the feeling of her smooth skin yielding to his wicked hands. He was thrilled at the sight of his Wife’s cute buns stirring in response to his new caress. He loved the sensation of her muscles tightening in the palm oh his hands and watching her start to grip the pillow oh so tightly. He loved the fact that she couldn’t stand this. “What’s wrong sweetie?” Amanda’s abbreviated giggles are as sweet as honey. Greg could neither hide evidence of his enjoyment from the sinister tone in his voice, nor hide the devious grin creeping across his lips.
“Hehehehe Nothing!” Amanda was breathing in heavily trying to quell her giggling as all the muscles in her mid section were at full attention with the evil teasing. She absolutely loved every second of her malicious massages. It was just enough to tickle but not enough to break her. What a lascivious limbo.
Just as she was beginning to get used to the sensation, Greg gave her hips a devilish squeeze. She let out a desperate squeal and jerked forward slightly. This was met with a swift swat to her waiting behind. It sent a delicious stinging jolt of electricity right between her thighs. This was going to be a long day.
“I told you to keep still Amanda. We haven’t even gotten to the hard part yet...” Greg firmly massaged the cheek that he had just corrected as he further taunted his beautiful bride.
“Hehe I’m trying, you’re no fair!” Amanda’s erect nipples pulsed deliciously as the fact that she had no chance of winning pounded in her temples and sank deep within her warming thighs. Greg applied more of his lotion and kept moving his knowing hands to their next target. Amanda hated the fact that all she could do was to moan in approval as his hands searched higher and higher on her smooth sensitive back. Amanda had a death grip on her pillow and her giggles were flowing out like water. Greg felt like the king of the entire galaxy watching his wife react delicately to his light caressing and deliberate massaging.
Every time that Greg would lightly trace the very tips of his fingers along her smooth back she would gasp or giggle in response as her body jerked this way or that. To her great joy this was always met with another playful spank to her firm behind. After all, *pink* was one of her favorite colors. The light smacking sound made Greg’s blood boil almost as much as the writhing of the giggling goddess beneath him.
For Amanda, the concept of Punishment just slammed home in her sense of arousal. There was something about the contrast of apparent domesticity and the utter feeling of being NAUGHTY. She relished her playfully electric penalty. The light tickly sensations were already making her a bit dizzy. The playful spanks that she was receiving made her arch her back in approval and made her nipples pound a little bit more to life with every purposeful pat.
Greg leaned in very closely to whisper into Amanda’s ear. “Now it’s time to massage your ribs Amanda!” Greg knew full well what those words would do to her. He took great pleasure in watching those well placed words reach the very depths of his wifes dazed psyche.
“Ohhh no not the ribs Greg please, you know I can’t take the ribs…” For some reason the illusion of there play being against Amanda’s will always added a little extra ‘something.’ She loved knowing that her playful begging only spurred her lustful lover on to new heights.
“That’s too bad Amanda, we have to lotion you up everywhere don’t we?” Greg could not stand the idea of not being thorough!
“I guess so, hehe but you’re not going to tickle on purpose are you? You’re going to give me a chance right?” She looked up at him so innocently with her hazel eyes. It almost melted his heart... almost.
“Of course I will sweetie. I always give you a chance don’t I?” Amanda could hear the evil smirk on his face in his teasing words.
“Oh God…” Her suspicions were confirmed when Greg repositioned himself on the bed next to her. He rolled to her left side leaving her right side uncovered. He pinned her right arm next to her head with his left arm (elbow about at Amanda’s mid forearm). He then wrapped his legs around Amanda’s bare thighs trapping her quite effectively. He made sure that his left hand had plenty of chilled lotion on it. He placed his right hand firmly on Amanda’s quivering buns. He knew that his right hand would be busy.
“Are you ready?” He accentuated her predicament by tracing a single finger on the delicious skin of her behind.
“Noooooooooooooooo!” Amanda just moaned in protest.
“Awwwwww that’s too bad sweetie! Just remember to stay still, Amanda hehehe!” Amanda could hear the malice in Greg’s voice and she loved it. Greg knew that this was one of Amanda’s worst areas. Greg let his fingertips lightly wonder along the skin of her side and increase pressure slightly. Amanda’s muscles began to flinch involuntarily at Greg’s lightly *ticklish* assault immediately. Greg just sat and thought to himself how awful this must be for poor little Amanda as she was helplessly trapped under his body weight.
As he began increasing pressure with his left hand Amanda started slithering under him like a snake. He knew that she would not be able to get comfortable with this new massaging and he loved watching her sensual discomfort. She was trapped with no where to go and no way to alleviate the light tickles that he was forcing on her protruding ribcage.
As penalty for her slithering he adopted a more continuous spanking of his naughty wife. This only added to Amanda’s dismay because it contributed greatly to the renewed moistening of her sensitive womanhood. She was already painfully aware of the blood flow back to her throbbing nipples. That sea air, she will have to find a way to take it with her. Every time that Greg’s hand would hit home and temporarily disrupt the tickly sensations, Amanda’s moans of arousal would get just a little deeper and more desperate.
Then without warning Greg’s hands began clawing and massaging into the hollows of Amanda’s ribs and probing the spaces between them. The results were devastating. Amanda started bucking like a wild animal. Greg Absolutely loved to see the genuine desperation in his beautiful Wife.
Amanda started coiling up and stretching out like an accordion in a vein effort to rid herself of the ruthless torment on her right set of ribs. She could not even pull her arm down to protect herself. The feeling of helplessness was intoxicating, perfectly accentuated with a light sense of betrayal, and punctuated delightfully with her continual playful spanking.
“Hehehehehehehe Greg.heheheh *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh* ehehehee please stop hehehe *ohhhhhhh* hehehehee not the ribs hehehe *ohhhhhhhhhhh* heeheheheeh you can’t get my ribs like this hehe *ohhhhhhhhhhhh* hehehehehe oh god please stop Greg, please stop *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* heheheheheheheheheeh you promised hehehehehehehehe *oohhhhhhhh!*” All Amanda could do was scream and beg for the mindless rib tickling to stop. Amanda loved it when Greg was bad. It made everything all the more exciting when he didn’t have her permission to tease her like this (little did she know how deep the rabbit hole was). For Greg the spectacle was intoxicating.
“But honey, we have to get you all lotioned up. Now hold still, this might tickle a little!” Amanda’s screaming laughing and begging mixed with her sultry grunts from her spanking were making Greg dizzy. The sheer pleasure of punishing his naughty house wife in such a romantic venue almost felt wrong… almost. The audacity of Greg’s words really hit home with Amanda and Greg could read her like a book. He could already see the subtle grinding into the mattress. He relished the fact that this was going to be a very long week.
After making sure that Amanda’s ribs and sides were VERY well lotioned, Greg finally stopped his evil assault. Amanda was left pleasantly gasping into the pillow with her fires of passion burning a new. She feared that her surplus of endorphins might have some long term damage but right now she really didn’t care.
“See; was that so bad, sweetie?” Greg playfully pushed the hair away from her face and kissed her lovingly on the neck and cheek as she recovered from the furious torment.
“Hehe Yessss!” Amanda’s playful tittering was music to Greg’s ear. He loved nothing more than to hear her happy.
“Well that’s too bad Amanda. Remember, we still have to get the other side to do!” The evil in Greg’s voice could be heard a mile away.
All Amanda could do was inhale sharply in mock surprise. She was very flattered that Greg was being particularly naughty this morning! (Although she feared their morning bath would have to be augmented with a late morning shower as the first drops of lustful dew formed on her warming thighs.)
Amanda felt Greg shift over to the other side of her body, still holding her tightly. She was still sensually bound in his strong embrace and there was no place on earth that she would rather be than right there unable to stop him from his mindless tradecraft.
“Ohhhh please baby… I am too ticklish right now. Please, you know that I can’t take it on my poor ribs. Please don’t tickle me right now Greg. You know that I won’t be able to take it!” Amanda’s mouth said one thing but her eyes and Lips said another.
Greg just bent his head down to nibble on her ear lobes and let his warm breath kiss her ears with news of her impending demise. “Mmmmmmmmmm you promise?”
“Noooooooooooooo stop Greg Stoppppppp” All that Amanda could do was scream in helpless abandon as Greg went about his ruthless task. This time there was no preamble. Greg just let his lotioned hand slide freely up his wife’s defenseless side and he was rewarded with the desperate thrashing that he so craved. Every ounce of energy that she expended trying to get away from him was absorbed in the strong muscles that bound her. Feeling every fiber of her twitch and then relax with each stinging spank of her behind made him feel like a demented puppeteer driving his helpless wife further on the road to ecstasy.
Greg made sure that the other side of Amanda’s rib cage was thoroughly moisturized. He made sure that despite her desperate wigging to get down into every crevice between her pouting ribs and to gently massage her supple skin against the quivering rib bones themselves. Amanda’s desperate pleas for Greg to stop coupled with her demented laughter were reward enough for Greg’s efforts.
Feeling Amanda’s toned thighs writhing maddeningly against him only to stiffen suddenly with each welcome slap to her pinking buns reminded Greg of all the delicious gyrations that were to come that evening. Greg was already very eager to have his beautiful wife all tied up and helpless to stop him from his maniacal tickle torture. He promised himself that she would laugh, scream, and beg much louder than his subtle teasing was provoking now in their cute little game. The sadist deep down within him couldn’t wait until he was completely free to push all of his poor slave girls limits farther than either of them had ever dared to dream (little did he know how deep the rabbit hole went).
Finally, satisfied that he had gotten to every square inch of Amanda’s rib cage Greg relented. “Seee, you’re doing so good honey.”
Amanda sighed deeply and shivered with another complimentary swat to her behind. “Uhhhhhhhh thank you master… You know Greg; I think you missed a spot…” Even in her darkest of hours, Amanda loved to provoke her evil husband.
“Oh I’m sorry dear. We can’t have that can WE?” Greg nuzzled his face right next to Amanda’s while he gave her another brief round of tickling on her ribs. “Is it right here………..? Or how about here? Maybe it’s over here?” Greg always made sure to compliment her gentle encouragement with cruel verbal teasing. What a pair they make.
Greg’s menacing verbal teasing only added to Amanda’s plight (much to her delight). “There hehehehehehehehee right there hehehhehehehe *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh* just a little bit harder hehehehehehehehehehehe okay *ohhhhhhhhhhhhh* okay you got it *ohhhhhhhhhhh* please just stopp hehehehehehhehehehe STOP *ohhhhhhhhhhh* Please oh god stop hehehehehehe!” It was a terribly kept secret that Amanda loved o get herself into trouble…
The mixture of the begging, laughing, and the moaning was almost too much for Greg to take. “Did I get the spot Amanda?”
“Oh God yes…..stop please stop Greg I can’t take it. Hehehehehehehehehehe” A small part of Amanda almost regretted inviting another attack… almost.
“I just want to make sure.” With that Greg straddled her quivering buns again and dug both hands into her terribly *ticklish* ribs.
Amanda went into even a higher level of desperation. Without warning Greg’s hands began to alternate between her ticklish ribs and her sensitive hollows. She brought her arms down and just collapsed into a ticklish ball with her husbands evil hands trapped UNDER her arms and no way of getting the terrible spider claws out. That didn’t stop her from grinding up against him in a vein attempt though. After all, a girl has got to try.
Amanda let out piercing shrieks of laughter. Greg loved seeing her like this. All she could do was laugh. With his strong grip and her slight frame she wasn’t going anywhere and the both of them knew that, especially poor little Amanda.
She just shut here eyes tightly and began shaking her head furiously up and down o try to signal Greg that he had finally gotten the spot that he had never really missed. The consequences of her actions were deliciously coursing through her body. Amanda REALLY loved getting herself into trouble.
“You got it, heheheheheheheheeh you got it heheheheheheheheheheheeh I promise, you got it hehehehahahahahahahahahaa oh please stop hehehahahahahahahaa I can’t take it please stop hahahaheheheha not under my arms hehahahahahahahahaah!” Amanda was quickly becoming breathless and her violent kicking and thrashing only served to invigorate Greg further. The only thing that stopped him honestly was the idea of preserving his poor beauty for the even more strenuous torments that he had planned.
At that thought he relented. Amanda just lay there blissfully with a huge smile on her face as the wash of endorphins took over her in bath even warmer than the one she had this morning.
“See, I’m thorough!” With that Greg put more lotion onto Amanda’s back, brushed her hair aside and set about a much more sensual massage of her shoulders. After all this was just the foreplay to the evening’s activities. Greg planned on giving their new chair a much more thorough field test. Greg chuckled lightly as he let the idea of Mark or Joshua catching their poor mommy all tied up in a tickle chair linger in his mind a minute. What they don’t know won’t hut them-no matter how much mommy screams.
“Mmmmmmmmmm that you are. And I love it hhehe awwwwww that feels so good.” Greg just let Amanda lie there in bliss for a few more moments. Her body always responded so well to him. She never really held anything back… at least he thought not. She just lay there moaning in approval of his gentle massage telling him how wonderful it felt and how much she loved him.
Now came the fun part. Amanda’s legs are her worst spots. The backs of her legs are the most fatal location on her entire body. They are so terrible that even as twisted as Amanda can be at times, she has never in her life allowed Greg to tie her faced down with the backs of her legs exposed and spread for anything. He is only Allowed to massage which tickles badly enough.
He is not Allowed to purposely squeeze her ham strings calves or the tendons on the back of her knee at all. The one time that he did was when they were still dating and he thought she was spending too much time with a male friend. That was the only time that he ever pinned down her legs and tickled the backs of them on purpose. The electric sensations were the worst that she had ever felt and even she could not take it. She made him promise never to do it again if he wanted to remain together.
A few weeks later having figured out the male friend was benign, Greg proposed and the fairy tale began. Greg never pushed this boundary before now and respected her firm rule with all his heart. The side effect was that this area of her body, being off limits, became an obsession for the sadistic Taskmaster deep inside Greg. Amanda’s legs were toned, curvy, and devoid of any flaw. Despite there perfection there were times Greg felt that there was someone else looking at the backs of his wife’s legs with white hot lust through his own eyes and it scared him to no end how good it felt. He relished every opportunity that he had like today to actually touch this mystical part of his Wife’s body.
Amanda didn’t do much to silence the beast inside him. Every time Greg approached this part of her body, Amanda’s entire manner would change. He could see the fear in her and that only made the man behind his eyes even more intoxicated. He tried his best to keep his thoughts his own but very often failed. Luckily, he was in better control of his actions.
Still, feeling this forbidden flesh under his touch made that part deep down inside him burn with power. The late night fantasies of having his wife tied face down to a bondage table apologizing profusely for using the wrong fork at dinner, not opening the refrigerator properly, or for having such pretty feet while his hands were massaging and kneading her most sensitive tissue were always in the back of his mind when he got to touch her here. The thing he never understood was the inverse relationship. For some reason the more trivial the infraction he fantasized about the more severely and mindlessly he would torture her.
Amanda’s shortened breathing brought Greg clamoring back to reality. “Greg… Be careful!” Greg’s warm loving response soothed her to no end.
“You can TRUST me Amanda.” This didn’t end their little game, but it did let he know that her limits were respected. She braced herself against her pillow when she felt the first drops of lotion being dropped directly onto her bare legs. He may not be able to tickle her there, but he takes great pleasure in teasing them when he has the chance.
This was a loosing battle for Amanda when Greg first moved to the backs of her legs. This was an obsessive phobia for her. Being so defenseless all the time and having a weakness like this tends to make a girl a little paranoid. She could feel the fear mixing with the excitement as Greg’s hands gently rubbed her ham strings. She arched her back and presented her warming buns to Greg, because she knew that she was going to have to be punished thoroughly for moving too much under this terrible touch.
Just the mention of her bare legs was enough to set her squirming. That night a week before their engagement had haunted her worst nightmares ever since. The ex boy friends who used to take advantage of her before Greg had solidified it as a phobia even before that encounter.
Amanda trusted Greg. This subtle confrontation of her worst fear with a gentle massage and a few playful spanks really put her at ease. The sense of caring that she got from Greg was pushing her arousal to the brink. She was lucky to have found someone so loving. It takes a lot to be so sadistic and still maintain her boundaries. Just thinking of how special she must be to Greg for him to care that much made her clit throb and her nipples ache. She wiggled a little on purpose just so she could get a little bit more of her delicious punishment.
Then Greg had to massage her calves, Amanda’s worst ticklish area of all. Greg actually hurried past this area with the lotion. He likes to torment her but he knows what this area does to her. He regrets every second of the one night he used her worst fear against her. She cooed in approval as his knowing hands moved down past her ultra-sensitive claves to her ankles. Now it was Greg’s time to let go and have some real fun.
Greg bent Amanda’s toned legs at the knee so that he could play with her perfect feet and still reach her fetching behind if she was naughty and squirmed too much. Amanda just bit her lip in anticipation. She felt so good when Greg worshiped her feet. She knew that he was going to suckle and nibble her toes to no end, but she thought he deserved a reward for treating the backs of her sensitive legs so kindly. Deep down she knew that it killed him not to be able to destroy her the way the he knew he could. Amanda felt a delicious rush of shame run through her. She felt really guilty that a part of her loved the sheer power of being able to DENNY Greg something that he coveted so dearly. It made her feel confident, sexy, and alive. She hated the way that she showed them off only to not allow him to touch them. She was glad that Greg was going to be so mean to her feet. She needed to be thoroughly punished for abusing his genuine affection.
Greg nuzzled his face lovingly against her perfect feet. She flexed her toes rapidly in approval. Greg was just in awe of her cherry red toes flexing back and forth. He felt the rising between his thighs again. She knew what she was doing to him. She would point her sexy toes straight in the air, and then she would splay them out inviting his teeth and tongue to explore every tickly inch between them. She knew that his teeth would be BAD but not nearly bad enough. She knew she deserved far worse for the years of torment she put her loving husband through. To make matters worse she was subconsciously flexing and relaxing her calves and hamstrings to further Greg’s plight. She knew in her head that she deserved the entire naughty toe nibbling that he could dish out and then some.
“You have such beautiful feet honey… They are still just as perfect as the day that we met. And they look so delicious…” Greg’s voice was elevated with his excited breath. Amanda could hear the mounting arousal in Greg’s voice she was glad that she wasn’t the only one thoroughly enjoying their lusty wake up call. Hearing Greg’s excitement caused Amanda’s hips to gyrate more deliberately against the mattress as her hardening slick clit began to peak out again. She tried her best to hide it, but desperately hoped she would be caught.
“Awwwwww, thank you baby… They are a little cold though… I think they need another bath…” Amanda was such a tease. She would do almost anything if she knew that it would cause her loving husband sexual discomfort. She knew that he loved nothing more than to kiss and nibble her feet. She loved teasing him about it always bringing his manhood to attention. It made her feel sexually powerful to no end. It was almost a guilty feeling… almost. The shame of being so seductive only increased the pounding between her thighs.
Greg didn’t need to audibly respond. He was overcome with foot lust. He just took her spread toes into his mouth as she giggled in approval. She made sure to wiggle her toes invitingly in his mouth. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to stand still for long so she took the pillow under her breasts brushing deliciously over her aching nipples to help her fully arch her back and present her pink bottom for its much deserved PENALTY.
Amanda had made up her mind that she was going to put on a very seductive show for her loving Husband. It’s his fault for all that evil rib tickling. She flipped all of her hair to her back. She knew that the contrast of her dark hair and her light olive skin would drive Greg crazy as he licked and suckled her wiggling toes. She became to moan in approval quite loudly knowing that her sounds would produce an even bigger morning rising. She shifted her knees back as far as possible seeking the growth that she knew she was facilitating.
The tongue was the first companion to Greg’s full lips. His tongue traveled lightly over her twitching toes. Every delicious touch of Greg’s rough tongue sent electric Tickly shocks up the backs of her legs and slamming into her twitching slick mound. She giggled to herself as she felt Greg wrap his strong arms around her lightly squirming claves. She knew that Greg loved the idea of her not being able to go anywhere. She teasingly wiggled and scrunched the foot that Greg didn’t have in his mouth driving him mad with excitement. He was alternating as fast as he could between each perfect foot, but the other would always be tormenting him with teasing wiggling, pointing toes, spreading toes, and the scrunching of her soles.
Amanda was becoming dizzy. The feeling that she was getting from causing Greg so much excitement was almost too much to handle. She could hear him moaning as he gobbled her feet. She could here the sounds that he was making as he was sucking each toe. She could also feel the passion with which he was licking every square inch of her wiggling toes in his mouth. She was giggling and squealing devilishly as she let the sensations wash over her. She felt so sexy. Greg loved her so much. She loved him so much. The fact that he found her so irresistible only made her want to tease him even further.
Then the nibbling started. First it was light and playful. It was almost as though he accidentally ran his teeth on the pads of her buttery soft toes. She would squeal or giggle suddenly and her legs would twitch. Much to her delight, every time that Amanda squirmed in the least degree she would receive another delicious slap on her twitching ass and she couldn’t get enough of it. Now with Greg fully in her trance she would emit a lewd grunt very loudly in approval every time she was spanked to accentuate how much she was enjoying herself.
“Heheheheheheheheheh *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* *mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm* Was I a bad girl Greg?” She was such a tease. She knew that her words would strike deeply within him. She knew what was coming next. Greg took a firm grip of her ankles and put his evil teeth to work. She was going no where, and that is exactly how she liked it.
Greg’s only response was the deliberate raking of his sharp teeth lightly over Amanda’s quivering ticklish toes. She couldn’t take it. She just let out screaming peals of laughter.
“Oooooohhhh godddddd, please no nibbling Greg. Please no nibbling….hahahahahahahahahhhahahaha *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* I can’t take it*ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh* please hahahahahaha.” Ignoring Amanda’s helpless pleas for mercy was Greg’s favorite right of marriage (little did he know how deep the rabbit whole was) aside from sole access to her quivering perfection. She was screaming deliciously at the top of her lungs and begging Greg to stop at every turn. Her pleas were met with more and more nibbling.
Greg’s nibbles only increased in pace, speed, and intensity. Poor Amanda just buried her head into her hands and thrashed from side to side. Her poor bottom was getting the discipline that she truly deserved for being such an unconscionable tease. Her moans of pleasure only served as a seasoning for her desperate screams of mercy. Both of them mixed together for a cocktail of sheer arousal for poor Greg who feared if Amanda kept this up that his poor temples were going to burst. All she could do was continually suck in air to tell him how evil he was, how much it tickled to have her toes nibbled, how she couldn’t take it, and how he had to stop this very instant. All he could do was keep nibbling and sucking on her poor toes and make sure that she was properly Corrected for all her incessant squirming.
Finally Greg had his fill for the moment of her squirming toes and he relented. Amanda’s eyes were teary, her bottom was bright pink, her nipples were pulsing, and her glistening flower was in full bloom. Greg could hear from the tone of her breathing that his poor little housewife was becoming very aroused again. There may be some men who would complain about having a wife bordering so close on sensual insatiability, but Greg was not one of them.
“Ohhhhh my God…. You are soooooooo mean, Greg…. I love you hehehe!” Amanda couldn’t get enough of his demented affections. When he took the time to torment her she always felt so special.
“I love you too sweet heart. Don’t worry. I am going to massage all the evil tickles away okay.” With that Greg put Amanda’s perfect feet in his lap and set about massaging them firmly. She just sat there and moaned her approval as he kneaded away at her perfect feet.
“Awwwwwwwww, thank you Master!” Those had to be three of Greg’s favorite words. As his hands were massaging the perfect soles in front of him, he could not help but look up and survey the vision before him. Amanda had a delicate layer of perspiration shining on her perfect skin. Her perfect buns were so inviting, her back rose and fell as she breathed, her hair perfectly complimented her olive complexion, and those legs. He couldn’t get them out of his head for some reason. He always wondered what feathers would do to them. He always thought that would be a nice precursor to the madness of malicious massage. Ohhhhhh the screams….
15 minutes later (after his imaginary wife had passed out several times) Greg snapped back to reality and realized that it was probably time to turn his wife over and finish what he had started. She was not complaining however. She loved the caring attention that he always gave her feet. The foot massage had her in a deep state of relaxation even as her arousal kept climbing and climbing.
“Time to do the front now sweetie, roll over for me…”
“I need some help, I’m too tired…” This was as bold faced as lies get. Amanda was perfectly capable; she just liked feeling like a helpless rag doll in Greg’s strong arms. He put one arm under he slim torso and with one motion Amanda was on her back staring up at him. Her eyes shot very wide with his display of brute strength. Every fiber in her being loved to be man handled. “Thank you huhhh!” Amanda’s deep inhale was evidence enough of her excitement.
Now the game changes. No more spanking. Now Greg gets to have free reign over her most erogenous zones and it is at his discretion if she will be allowed release before they set out for the day. She has to hold her hands over her head. She is breathing so nervously. Being tickled furiously and spanked for wiggling too much was a devastating combination. In her current state, Amanda couldn’t bear the thought of having to wait until late afternoon to subdue the fires burning with her through a series of earth shattering climaxes.
“Awwwwww, You’re welcome Sweetie. Let me get a little more comfortable…” With that Greg shifted between Amanda’s open legs and she greeted him by wrapping her firm thighs around him TIGHTLY.
“Mmmmmmmmmm heheh Right there hehehe” Amanda always craved having Greg close to her. Greg was not shy with lotioning the undersides of his wife’s firm breasts. He could see that her perky nipples were already at attention. He knew that the gently massaging must be sending all kinds of shock waves of pleasure through her body. Greg just took in the sight of his tiny wife licking her lips in response to his loving tease of her sensitive breasts. Amanda was beset with frustration that her nipples weren’t receiving any of his calculated attention. She knew better than to let him know how much it affected her verbally. Her hips gyrating softly into her large husband were already telling far too many of her secrets.
Greg could see the glistening between her legs as she squeezed him tightly around him and he knew that he had already won. The only thing left to do now was to rub it in. “Is someone enjoying herself Amanda?” Greg accentuated his silly question by sweeping dangerously close to her puffy areolas.
Amanda just got an even bigger grin on her face as the electric jolts were coursing dangerously through her body. “Uhhhhhh uhhhhhhh” Her lips were still pursed tightly together and she could just hum her lies out while she playfully shook her head from side to side.
“Well I will just have to find some way to keep my little house wife entertained then now won’t I…?” With that Greg let hi fingers skitter lightly into Amanda’s exposed hollows and she almost pulled her arms down from behind her head for protection. Luckily, she caught herself.
Amanda was forced to sit there and take the cruel light tickles on her defenseless hollows if she wanted any hope of lunchtime indulgence from her taunting Husband. Even then, knowing Greg, it was an unsure thing. Amanda loved the unpredictability of having her deepest cravings satisfied. This only added to the impish dancing in the lower part of her belly that she was trying to quiet while her husband gazed down on her menacingly. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being able to look her in the face and be able to see her laughing desperately at his touch but when Greg’s wicked hands found there way to the center of her ticklish hollows the choice was no longer hers.
“Haahahahhahahahah not there, not there...ahahahahahahahaha please pleas please hahahahahahahah you already got them….hahahahahahahahahahhahahaha stop!” The laughter began washing out of her like a wave. She loved not being able to get away from him. The futility of her begging only made her predicament more pleasurable.
“I don’t want you to be bored sweetie.” Greg loved reminding his helpless wife that he could be a tease too.
“Haahahahahahahaa I’m not bored…. I promise ahhahahahahaha!” Greg loved seeing Amanda’s hair flail wildly as she thrashed her head from side to side. It was almost cruel for him to torture her hollows so lightly while she had to keep her arms still… almost.
“Oh well that’s good honey, we can continue then. I know that we have to get beach side soon.” With that Greg’s hands returned to Amanda’s pulsing breasts. Still her nipples got no relief but she loved the feeling of the lotion being massaged into her yielding peeks. All that Amanda could do was moan deeply. She just sighed and gasped. Greg massaged lower and lower over her tummy firmly sending erotic chills up and down her spine. Greg knew just how to play his sensual instrument after years and years of practice.
“Ohhhhhhh godddddd!” Greg’s hands reached her lower tummy and she just let out a huge sigh. It felt so good. He knew the desperate churnings that were going on just inches below and he thought he would encourage them a little. Firm massaging and light scribbling of his nails was the combination to such deep earthy moans and desperate giggles. He let his hands linger for quite a while teasing her lower tummy. He almost felt guilty denying the proper pressure to Amanda’s gyrations that were strengthening against him…. almost. Greg took the opportunity to let his thumb trace right over her swollen clitoris. The fiery sensation of pleasure pulsed through Amanda’s body.
“Does someone want something Amanda…?” Greg had her exactly where he wanted her. Her confident teasing attitude was reduced to helpless begging for more attention and he loved it to no end.
“Ohhhhhhhh yesssss please, just rub it a little more, please Greg…. Please..?”
“Maybe after our walk…!” His icy words pierced his poor excited wife to no end. She let out a deep grunt of frustration being denied her release. She loved it when he was so cruel. She loved to see him so in control of every bit of her.
“Please… Please… Please… I’ll do anything you want me to please…” Amanda’s heart felt plea for release fell on sadistic ears.
“Anything I want you to?” Greg had already shifted his attention to her quivering thighs.
“Ohhhh god yessss… anything please hahahahhahahahahahhah!” Just then Greg started viciously massaging Amanda’s poor ultra-ticklish thighs. She couldn’t take it.
“If you stop laughing Amanda I promise I will let you cum….” This was not fair, this was cruel, and this was psychological torture. They both knew that there was no way Amanda could stop laughing while she was being tickled like this. Unfortunately for our helpless heroine, this intense form of ORGASM DENIAL was one of her ultimate fantasies.
“Hhahahahahahaahahhaa I fucking hate you hahahahahahahahahahahaha stop please ahhahahahahahaha I can’t take it hahahahahahahahahahahaha a not the knee’s oh my god ahahahahahahahahahah!” Greg enjoyed seeing his wife just loose it from being tickled. Thinking of the long evening to come Greg stopped. He had to save his energies. He had already decided to make the two of them wait until this evening and seeing his poor wife suffering underneath him was a tad bit too arousing for this time of day…
“Oooopsss, doesn’t look like little Amanda was able to stop laughing… No orgasm for you… hahaha.” Greg let the full weight of his victory wash over him like a warm blanket of power. She was broken. Amanda just lay there giggling and panting. Her nipples and thighs only yearned with greater intensity knowing that they were going to have to WAIT for the attention they so deserved. “Now, I think that someone needs a shower before we take our little walk.” With that Greg let one finger teasingly slip in and out of his wife’s glistening opening.
“Oh God you’re mean. You’re so Fucking Sadistic, you love seeing me suffer don’t you?” Amanda had to let her know the effect that he had on her as she reached up to gently take his lips into hers. Greg delighted in pinching her knees yet again as payback for her mock insult.
Amanda just squealed and recoiled away from her tormentor. She could see the pure fires of tickle hell in the backs of his eyes. She had really gotten to him. She felt so proud of herself. He loved seeing her turn into ticklish jelly in his strong arms. He wrapped his arms tight around her back and she pulled away from him playfully. It always got him going to think that she was trying to get away from him somehow. She always used this against him when he was trying to be all mean and nasty.
“No, Amanda, that’s not sadistic. It would be sadistic if I tied you to the bed, blindfolded you and read naughty erotic *tickle* stories to you for a few hours and didn’t allow you any release. That would be sadistic!” Deep down there was a part of Amanda that loved to turn Greg into the utterly ruthless abductor that he was becoming right in front of her eyes. She loved the fact that he wanted nothing more than to make her suffer and suffer until she couldn’t climax any harder (little did she know how deep the rabbit whole goes.).
Amanda just brought her husband’s head resting on her shoulder and whispered sweetly into his ears, “Wellllllllllllll, It wouldn’t be the first time now would it….?”
Greg had almost forgotten their first valentines day. At the reminder he just brought his hands through his lioness’ mane of wild hair and kissed her passionately. She never forgot any of his most sadistic ideas. That one was especially explosive that evening when he finally granted her release… after release… after release…after release…
Even more than her lips sweetly kissing his and her warm tongue massaging his own, Greg loved to feel Amanda’s soft tiny hands caressing his back as they kissed so deeply. It sent warm sensations of approval all the way through him. It gave him an even more evil idea to prolong her aroused suffering and make their shower interesting.
“Get your water proof handcuffs… I think that you will need to be secured to the towel rack so that I can wash you Thoroughly!” Greg enjoyed the shocked look on Amanda’s face at the suggestion. The ticklish consequences were too much to contemplate and she couldn’t get them out of her head thankfully.
Every once in a while the hunter becomes the hunted. Amanda brought a well manicured fingernail to her teeth and gently nibbled. Greg thought that she was just building the anticipation before she sauntered over to the drawer to present her master with his implement of her further desperate frustration. Today… Amanda really did have other plans… too bad for poor Amanda…
“Greg… Do you know what you did to me last night…? It was amazing; I have never felt like that before but…”
“But what Amanda?” With his wife’s ticklish fate in the balance he was all ears.
“But it… it really took a lot out of me. Then someone was a little restless this morning…” She playfully reminded him of his seductive caressing when he came back to bed this morning that led to their morning rendezvous.
“You weren’t complaining then little girl…” With that he flipped her onto her back and attacked her ribs again. She could just flail her arms and laugh…
“Hahahahahaha Greg, I’m serious… hahahahahhah!” Amanda tried in vein to push her fiendish husband off of her.
Greg was utterly shocked. Usually when they took their trips to Pleasant Point, she was allowed a day of rest, but she almost never took it on the second day. Most of the time, she would just not use it at all. Then it struck Greg like a ton of bricks, he had never tied her in the tickle chair and used a vibrator on her before. Maybe she did need a break. After all they would still have five days of fun left anyway. Still, there was something about the smile on her face. She was enjoying this denial a little too much for Greg’s liking. He made mental note to keep an eye on that the rest of the day.
“Ohhhhhh okayyyyy. I guess that you can have your day of rest, but I am going to give you a pedicure later.” After all, he had to salvage some fun. Greg knew the score. On her day of rest there would be no bondage-tickling, just gently cuddling, playful pokes, and the always interesting evenings. His evil plans could wait until tomorrow right…?
“Ohhhhhhhhh thank you so much master… I promise I will make it up to you…” Amanda accentuated her promise with a teasing caress of Greg’s sensitive scrotum. “And you knooooooooooooow how soft my feet are. A pedicure would just kill me. But since you are being soooooooooooooooooo generous…” With that she let her soft hand trail up the length of Greg’s stiffness. “I think that I can make an exception. As a matter of fact, I am going to make today “Greg gets to play with Amanda’s Feet” day. I think I can keep my master entertained while he can’t tickle me… Don’t you Greg?”
Greg was lost. The soft feeling of his wife’s hands on his manhood was intoxicating. The way that her breath tickled his ears with its warmth was almost too much to take. She was so beautiful, she was so cute, she was so sexy, and she loved him so much. She knew just how to make every part of him happy and begging for more of her. Part of him was sorry that he chose the later afternoon option.
“Oh I’m sure that you will find a way pet...” Just like that Greg was under her spell and he didn’t even know it. Neither of them knew that later on that night she would be under a spell Greg didn’t even know he could cast… at least not this him anyway…
“Now… I’m sure that you can find a way to wash me thoroughly without having me all tied up can’t you Greg…” Amanda loved having her big strong husband drunk with lust for her. It made her feel so sexy. It made her feel beautiful. It made her feel loved. His gentle kissing on her neck while she continued her evil teasing was intoxicating. Her subtle moan of approval is all that it took for him to pick her up in his arms and carry her to the shower… It was going to be a long day for both of them…
To be continued...
Once I have enough of an idea where everyoen is... I will post the next chapter. I just want to make sure that i am not leaving anyone behind.
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. You cover it all perfectly and understand the beauty of taking your time. There is no rushing this for you at all, either in Greg’s sensual and loving care of Amanda or in your eventual goal to complete this wonderful story. As much I want to beg you for more and more, to hurry to satisfy my need for completion, I am starting to think that it really is about the journey. 
