CrystalLight
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Quite possibly the only F/M Story I'll ever write.
It doesn't take much to tap into one's psyche. To dig, probe and discover these little desires that so many want so bad to be both locked up and released. It's a constant battle with one's self to accept the true nature of who you are and what you want. This is a battle you may fight, but this is a gift I accept. I plan to take you farther than any of your desires have led you. And then I plan to leave you balancing precariously on edge, left only to be pushed over when I'm ready to let you.
How does one start such a seemingly extreme task?
By binding you, obviously.
Tight.
So tight that the minimal movement you have is the ability to move your head from side to side, clench your fingers and curl your toes. My ministrations have been thought through before you even ended up on your back on my bed. I know what makes you strain against the restrictive cloth of your underwear. I know what causes those beads of pre-cum to drip beautifully down your length. I know what causes you to scream.
To beg.
To swear.
To pray to whatever God you think will assist you in the torture you're recieving.
Do you know what causes all of that?
I do.
Me.
My hands.
My mouth.
My teeth.
My tools.
My mind.
My words.
My Will.
You are mine to take. To manipulate, to tease and push until you can't take it anymore.
Lets start with your arms. Exercise has caused them to maintain the look of strength. But everything isn't read so easily on the surface.
All I would need is a feather. Nothing too stiff, nothing too soft.. one with enough of a feeling to cause you attempt to curl away from the feeling of it sliding under your triceps, slowly leading to your exposed armpit. My other hand is slowly making it's way down to your exposed feet.
Ahh the benefits of having a long arm span. All I have to do is straddle you just right and I can reach both arms and feet.
Before I focus on your feet, I want to get you warmed up just enough. You know those electric shocks that roll through your body when the first bout of tickling starts? When it's almost tentative from the Top as if easing a door open.
I know your responses and watching them makes me even more excited to work on what I know will destroy you.
You're laughing as the feather grazes your skin, but it's not enough. I want to take more.
Drop the feather.
Slide off your body. But I'll keep one finger on you.
This finger will trail over and under your sides and hips. I just like to feel your skin against mine. And of course seeing you attempt to squirm against the sensation sends shock waves of my own kind through me.
Enough of this.
I kneel at your feet. Pressing my lips against the warmth of your soles. One kiss for each foot. I almost feel bad for what's about to happen.
Not really.
I place my palms down flat against your feet. I can feel the energy rolling off your body. Muscles that I've never felt spasm in a body are spasming. You want it. You don't want it. You so, so want it.
Curling my nails inward I sloooooooooowly scratch downwards to your heel. It's so nice to hear that laugh turn into a scream.
I smile.
Time to pick up some speed. There's no way you can move your feet away from me and I've got all the time in the world. But let's see what happens when I begin an all out assault on your feet.
Ah, more screaming laughter. I'm enjoying myself. Are you?
Clearly. I see your length straining against your underwear.
We will get to that later. I'm having too much fun.
I explore every curvature. Every nook and proverbial cranny. You're at my mercy and I have none.
Under the toes, between the toes. Alone the sides and even on the tops. Each movement from my fingers elicits another different response from you.
I'm not a shy girl. I've done this before. I want to taste you.
I wrap my mouth around your big toe and flick my tongue along the skin. Using my free hands to massage your feet to warmth and then trailing my nails down them slowly.
You're loving every fucking minute of this. Your head is back, your eyes are shut, your hands are clenched.
Quit fighting it baby, because I'm not stopping.
I grab the feather from earlier and work it under and in between your toes.
I'm watching you the whole entire time. Your face, your body.
Everything. Exposed. To me. For me. Mine.
Slowly I glide the feather up along your underwear.
My other hand working along your bare foot as I do such.
I don't like that you're wearing underwear.
I stop.
Pull your clothing down.
Nude.
Very nice.
Hard.
Even nicer.
I take a moment to watch you. Panting. Sweating. Wet.
Perfect.
Gliding feather matches up with your exposed genitals and the onslaught of your feet continues. I no longer can make out the words that are coming out of your mouth as they are mixed with moans.
My smile turns into a grin.
I'm really not the sympathetic type in situations like this. It's just too much fucking fun.
You're begging for release.
I'm laughing now.
Begging to me. Really? I kinda like that.
I continue, but drop the feather to use my fingers along your shaft and tip. Using your own pre-cum as lube to further torture you with.
Who needs babyoil with wetness like this, am I right?
I continue tickling you. Your feet. Your genitals.
Switching from tickling certain spots, to stroking others.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
I don't really think it's possible to be any harder then what you are.
Okay, I'll be nice.
I reach up; feather in one hand, nothing in the other.
Circling the tip of your cock.
Faster.
Slower.
FASTER.
Slooooooooower.
Faster. Faster. Faster. Faster. Fa--
Stop.
Stand up.
Kiss your cheek.
Loosen you enough so you can curve your wrists to be free.
Now. I really, *really* wanted to finish you. But I just couldn't.
You want to know why?
Because I've only just started. And I want that feeling in your gut to be there when I get back.
Take care and I will see you sooner than you think.
- Jo.
It doesn't take much to tap into one's psyche. To dig, probe and discover these little desires that so many want so bad to be both locked up and released. It's a constant battle with one's self to accept the true nature of who you are and what you want. This is a battle you may fight, but this is a gift I accept. I plan to take you farther than any of your desires have led you. And then I plan to leave you balancing precariously on edge, left only to be pushed over when I'm ready to let you.
How does one start such a seemingly extreme task?
By binding you, obviously.
Tight.
So tight that the minimal movement you have is the ability to move your head from side to side, clench your fingers and curl your toes. My ministrations have been thought through before you even ended up on your back on my bed. I know what makes you strain against the restrictive cloth of your underwear. I know what causes those beads of pre-cum to drip beautifully down your length. I know what causes you to scream.
To beg.
To swear.
To pray to whatever God you think will assist you in the torture you're recieving.
Do you know what causes all of that?
I do.
Me.
My hands.
My mouth.
My teeth.
My tools.
My mind.
My words.
My Will.
You are mine to take. To manipulate, to tease and push until you can't take it anymore.
Lets start with your arms. Exercise has caused them to maintain the look of strength. But everything isn't read so easily on the surface.
All I would need is a feather. Nothing too stiff, nothing too soft.. one with enough of a feeling to cause you attempt to curl away from the feeling of it sliding under your triceps, slowly leading to your exposed armpit. My other hand is slowly making it's way down to your exposed feet.
Ahh the benefits of having a long arm span. All I have to do is straddle you just right and I can reach both arms and feet.
Before I focus on your feet, I want to get you warmed up just enough. You know those electric shocks that roll through your body when the first bout of tickling starts? When it's almost tentative from the Top as if easing a door open.
I know your responses and watching them makes me even more excited to work on what I know will destroy you.
You're laughing as the feather grazes your skin, but it's not enough. I want to take more.
Drop the feather.
Slide off your body. But I'll keep one finger on you.
This finger will trail over and under your sides and hips. I just like to feel your skin against mine. And of course seeing you attempt to squirm against the sensation sends shock waves of my own kind through me.
Enough of this.
I kneel at your feet. Pressing my lips against the warmth of your soles. One kiss for each foot. I almost feel bad for what's about to happen.
Not really.
I place my palms down flat against your feet. I can feel the energy rolling off your body. Muscles that I've never felt spasm in a body are spasming. You want it. You don't want it. You so, so want it.
Curling my nails inward I sloooooooooowly scratch downwards to your heel. It's so nice to hear that laugh turn into a scream.
I smile.
Time to pick up some speed. There's no way you can move your feet away from me and I've got all the time in the world. But let's see what happens when I begin an all out assault on your feet.
Ah, more screaming laughter. I'm enjoying myself. Are you?
Clearly. I see your length straining against your underwear.
We will get to that later. I'm having too much fun.
I explore every curvature. Every nook and proverbial cranny. You're at my mercy and I have none.
Under the toes, between the toes. Alone the sides and even on the tops. Each movement from my fingers elicits another different response from you.
I'm not a shy girl. I've done this before. I want to taste you.
I wrap my mouth around your big toe and flick my tongue along the skin. Using my free hands to massage your feet to warmth and then trailing my nails down them slowly.
You're loving every fucking minute of this. Your head is back, your eyes are shut, your hands are clenched.
Quit fighting it baby, because I'm not stopping.
I grab the feather from earlier and work it under and in between your toes.
I'm watching you the whole entire time. Your face, your body.
Everything. Exposed. To me. For me. Mine.
Slowly I glide the feather up along your underwear.
My other hand working along your bare foot as I do such.
I don't like that you're wearing underwear.
I stop.
Pull your clothing down.
Nude.
Very nice.
Hard.
Even nicer.
I take a moment to watch you. Panting. Sweating. Wet.
Perfect.
Gliding feather matches up with your exposed genitals and the onslaught of your feet continues. I no longer can make out the words that are coming out of your mouth as they are mixed with moans.
My smile turns into a grin.
I'm really not the sympathetic type in situations like this. It's just too much fucking fun.
You're begging for release.
I'm laughing now.
Begging to me. Really? I kinda like that.
I continue, but drop the feather to use my fingers along your shaft and tip. Using your own pre-cum as lube to further torture you with.
Who needs babyoil with wetness like this, am I right?
I continue tickling you. Your feet. Your genitals.
Switching from tickling certain spots, to stroking others.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
I don't really think it's possible to be any harder then what you are.
Okay, I'll be nice.
I reach up; feather in one hand, nothing in the other.
Circling the tip of your cock.
Faster.
Slower.
FASTER.
Slooooooooower.
Faster. Faster. Faster. Faster. Fa--
Stop.
Stand up.
Kiss your cheek.
Loosen you enough so you can curve your wrists to be free.
Now. I really, *really* wanted to finish you. But I just couldn't.
You want to know why?
Because I've only just started. And I want that feeling in your gut to be there when I get back.
Take care and I will see you sooner than you think.
- Jo.
this was very fun to read I really hope that you do a second part. ^-^ thank you so much for sharing a great story CrystalLight
. I'm very glad you shared it here.
