True Tickling Story #9: Shelley
After a rather long hiatus from writing, I decided to get back into it after
a most enjoyable time the past several weeks. As many of you may or may not
know, I decided to go back to school this semester and continue with my
degree. Luckily for me, the college I transferred to was in the same city
and state as my long distance relationship, my adored one, Shelley. As I'd
hoped, things have been wonderful, with me able to talk to her and visit
her anytime I wish, Shelley living only a few miles away instead of the
several THOUSAND miles we used to have separating us. It had been more than
a year since the last time we were together, and arriving in town at the
airport that weekend Shelley was overjoyed to see me again.
We kissed, we hugged, we seriously groped one another for several minutes in
public until a crowd began to gather... then we calmly released one another,
retrieved my luggage from the turnstile, and proceeded very quickly to my
reserved hotel room.
"That's an awful lot of luggage for just a weekend visit," Shelley commented as
we arrived at the hotel. "We're not taking all this up to your room are we?"
I laughed. "No, sweetheart. In fact, it would probably be best if we left all
this here in the car and just took some necessities up to the room."
She nodded, as I handed her one bag and I carried the other. "What's in all
these bags anyway? This one feels like it weighs a ton!"
I snorted. I'd given her the lighter of the two. "You're carrying my clothes,
sweetheart. I have the HEAVY one. This one," I said, patting the suitcase,
"contains my... toys and supplies." I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, and
after a moment, recognition dawned on her.
"Oh-oohhh," she said softly, rubbing her tummy slightly. "I see. 'Master' is
in one of his dominant moods," she purred softly. With her free hand, she
reached out and caressed my thigh gently. "Let's hurry up and get to your
room, so you can... play with me."
As always, her soft touches in just the right places had their desired effect.
"Uh, um, yeah, right... the room. Yeah, let's go inside." She giggled. "Unless
you'd like to PLAY out here, that is?" I countered, dropping my bag, and
grabbing her forcefully by the shoulders. I stared hard into her surprised
face. Our dominance games had continued to grow by leaps and bounds over the
past several years; she knew when I gave her a certain look that I was deadly
serious, and in 'Master' mode. For a long moment, she held her breath, wondering
idly if I would truly start things out here, outside, in the parking lot, where
anyone could simply walk by and see. I'd done similar things before, in the
mall, in private, where no one could see, but where anyone COULD have walked
by and seen everything. Would I do so now?
The moment passed. I released my grip on her shoulders, and she let out a deep
breath. I chuckled wryly as I retrieved my bag. "I think we'll wait to play
in the room," I said, opening the door. "It will be more comfortable there."
I picked up my room key from the office, and moments later we were in my room.
The bed was a large Queen size, just perfect for what we had planned. Shelley
wasted no time in making herself comfortable, kicking off her soft black flats
and sliding off her warm woolen socks. Her shirt soon followed, leaving her
clad in pants, and a bra. While I settled in and unpacked my clothes, she
began rooting around in the other bag, the suitcase filled with my various
toys and 'tools of the trade', so to speak. I turned when I heard the clink
of metal chains.
"Oooh, Master," she breathed softly, holding up the makeshift 'sirik' I'd
had made, "what are these for?"
I slid the drawer shut and pulled her into a close embrace. "The better to
hold you immobile, my dear," I answered, kissing her deeply. Shelley melted
in my arms, her eyes fluttering, her breath going shallow and ragged, her
body writhing gently against my own. When I broke the kiss moments later,
we were both rather hot, and wanted to proceed further.
(( would like to note two things right here. One: if her reaction to a
simple kiss seems rather strong and unlikely to most, you have to remember
that first of all, we had, up until now, a long distance relationship,
in which we maybe got together this way two or three times a year, and
conversed on the phone or online all the rest of the time. Absence really
does make the heart grow fond. Secondly, our relationship was that of a
modern day Master and slave, and she had been thoroughly 'trained' in how
to respond to me, so much so that my presence, when I was feeling 'dominant'
could excite her and make her wet, and that whispered in a certain way, in a
certain tone, I could make her cum on command. So, yeah, a SIMPLE kiss like
this would have such a reaction.
Two: I found out moments later that this night would NOT go exactly as
planned. Shelley has a certain medical condition, something about her
period, where she gets the shot, which suppresses her menstrual cycle
completely, so she doesn't get pregnant. Well, she'd been having a
reaction to it, and some other medication she was taking, so the doctor
had taken her off the shot, temporarily. Which meant no full penetration
tonight. Seeing my look of disbelief, she suggested a condom, which I
had no problem with, but with my own brother's track record with using
a condom and the unwanted kin he still fathered when they failed to hold,
I thought it best to be safe rather than sorry.))
Knowing this, I pushed my hot, ready, wanting submissive girl down to
the bed. Panting softly, she looked up at me, her clear ice-blue eyes
staring up at me prettily before lowering gracefully in submission. I
smiled. Walking slowly to the side of the bed, I stood up over her and
pointed to myself, and nodded. Wordlessly, she sat up, on her knees on
the bed, and swiftly began undressing me. Within a minute, I was totally
naked, my clothes discarded randomly about the room. She may not have been
neat, but boy was she quick! I then returned the favor, slowly and teasingly
removing her bra, and her pants, leaving her naked as well ((my slave did
not wear panties, not unless I specifically told her to.))
She giggled softly at the sight of my obvious arousal for her. I chuckled
as well. "What? This comes as a surprise to you?" I quipped. Moving onto
the bed, I pulled her into another deep embrace, and caressed and teased
her soft beautiful flesh as my lips found hers again. The kiss broke, and
I found myself staring deep into her eyes, clouded with lust and feverish
in her need. I not-so-gently spread her thighs, and climbed atop her,
kissing and nibbling on her neck, in just the way that always drives her
to the brink, when she managed to get a hand to my chest.
"Master, please!" she panted, her chest heaving. "Remember? We can't...
not THAT way, anyway. Please? I want to... oh GOD do I want to... but
we have to be careful. Please?"
That stalled my motor a bit... didn't stop it, but put me in neutral. I
glanced over the side of the bed, at the open bag of toys, and nodded,
smirking. "Okay," I said, easing myself gently off her. "No problem. We
have more than enough things here to occupy our time. And just because
I can't mount you, doesn't mean we can't bring each other off like never
before."
She looked at me hesitantly, curious as to what I had in mind. I reached
down, out of her line of sight, digging around, looking for something
specific. "Ahhh," I breathed. "These will do." Shelley looked at me, then
made to raise up and look, but I held her down, firmly.
"Master? What is it? What did you find?" she asked, somewhat nervously.
Wordlessly, smiling like the proverbial Cheshire Cat, I withdrew my hand
from the bag. In it, I held a small bag of assorted feathers, a little
investment I'd made when perusing the arts and crafts shop back home. Her
eyes went wide, in recognition, and fear, and I noted with approval that
her nipples hardened even more.
"Oh, no, no, Master," she protested, starting to giggle already, when I
began wiggling my feathers at her. She closed her eyes for a moment and
summoned her chi, and her willpower... a little trick I'd taught her.
When my fingers reached her skin, she merely sat and gritted her teeth,
otherwise not reacting at all. "No, no," she said after a moment, "it's
not gonna tickle. It's not tickling. I won't let it tickle!"
She was right. It didn't tickle. Yet. I had to admit, though, those
lessons in mental preparation, and hypnosis I'd been giving her were
apparently paying off; normally, she would be laughing, screaming, and
kicking after five seconds. I was impressed. But I still intended to
tickle her silly. Leaning forward, whispering in her ear, I began
undoing her little mental block.
"Shell-lley," I whispered in a sing-song voice, as I spider-crawled
my fingers up and down her smooth silky sides. "It tiiiccc-kkklesss,"
I replied, still sing-song. A smile grew on her face. "You're oh so
very tiiiccckkklllissshhh... you know you are. You just can't stand
it when I touch you, like this..." by which time she was giggling
and shaking, straining to maintain her control. It was pointless.
Whether by form or by function, whether the psychological aspect came
from her slave training to obey my words, or from the pure power
of suggestion, this worked every single time. Telling her that she
was ticklish, and stroking or caressing her, always made my sweet
Shelley fall to pieces.
"NOO!!! EEEEKK!! NO MASTER!! STOP!! EEEEEEK! NOOOHOHOHOHOHHOHHHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHHHAHA!! GRRRRR!! STOP IT!! AAAAH!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA... NO, NO, HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE... NOOO!! IT TIICKKKLEESSS!! STOP
TIICCKKLIIING MEEEE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEH HAHAHAHAHHA!! MAAASSTTEERR!!!"
I was loving it. Shelley had crossed over into survival mode. Her body
writhed and twitched and shook all over. She tried desperately to push
me off, to kick and punch, even bite... anything to get me to stop the
tickling. She would then rear her head back and laugh and cackle
insanely for several minutes, before trying again to stop the torture.
I wasn't the slightest bit fooled, though. We'd played out this scenario
many a time, and I knew that despite her violent protesting, she loved
every minute of it. After all, I'm not a sadist... well, not traditionally.
When her cute pale face began to turn red, I stopped, and gave her a
chance to breathe. A mistake on my part. Instead of using the time to
recover and regain her breath, my 'sweet, gentle, submissive' Shelley
leaned forward and bit me. Hard. On the wrist.
"YYYEEEOOOWWW!" I yelled loudly, clutching my arm, pressing hard against
her forehead, trying to dislodge her teeth. I finally pulled free when I
reached under her vulnerable arm and tickled vigorously, sending her
howling in laughter. I rubbed at the red marks on my wrist, glaring
hotly at my slave. "You... you BIT me!" I snarled.
"Well, you TICKLED me!" she countered, smirking in triumph. "Consider it
a trade off, my dear Master. Every time you tickle me, I'll bite you. If
you don't like it, you'd better not tickle me." She giggled, as if her
strange, warped logic made perfect sense to her... and knowing my sweet
girl, it probably did.
"I have a better idea," I replied, reaching into the bag again. Her eyes
went wide, and her lip trembled slightly when she saw the chains and
wrist restraints emerge. "I think I will simply chain you to the bedposts
to keep you from moving around, and then tickle you REALLY hard. And the
next time you bite me, I'll tickle you even more... and the next time
even more... and so on, and so on." I grabbed her wrist, and despite her
struggles, managed to get it locked to the left post. The right one soon
followed.
"No! NO! Master, please!" she begged piteously, letting tears move down
her face. I swear, she can cry on command almost as well as she can cum
on command. "Please, Master, I'm sorry. Your kayli girl is so sorry for
being naughty! Really! Please... please don't hurt poor kayli."
Unlike most times, I was unmoved by her tears and her pleading. Slave
kayli was a good girl most of the time, but she was a bit spoiled, in that
I loved her and could never really punish her when she acted up, and she
used this to her advantage. She would cry and pout, and I'd always feel
sorry for her. But no, not this time. I moved down and quickly tied her
legs together, pushing her soft pale bare feet against one another, then
lashing them down to the foot of the bed.
"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart," I said, as I retrieved the bag of feathers.
"I won't HURT poor kayli at all. In fact, I think she'll be smiling and
laughing during the whole encounter."
"NO! Master, wait! I didn't mean hurt, I meant---EEEEEK!! AHHHAA!! NOOO!
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA... GRRRR!! NO! Not my feeet! not my FEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!
Hahahahahahah!! nnoooo... oohhhgawdd haaahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha!"
Shelley laughed and laughed, wiggling and straining in her bonds. To the
casual observer, it seemed most likely that she was being tortured, that
she was in the deepest agony of her young life. And true, she probably
was. But I was carefully watching her, watching her body, intent on all
her body's signals. Her nipples were hard and raised again, and her entire
body was red and flushed. Her chest was heaving, understandably from the
incessant laughter, but the motion also jiggled her hugs luscious breasts,
and her thighs, tied smartly together, rubbed against each other the entire
time. As the feathers and my fingers crawled over her body, teasing a sweet
breast here, circling and tickling her nipples, then her areoles, as well as
the undersides of each breast, I heard her moans mingle with the laughter. I
tickled her belly, swirling the myriad feathers around and around, dipping
them occasionally into her bellybutton. I circled the colored plumes into the
sweet hollows of her outstretched underarms, sending her into hysterics. I
dropped the feathers and used my hands to torment her ribs and her sides, only
to pick them up again when I teased and stroked her quivering inner thighs.
Her moans returned when I reached her lower abdomen. "OOOHHHhhh hhehahahahaa...
ooohhh Maasstteerrr!! hehehehehehe... noooo, please stop... hahahahahahah noo
noo nooo noooohohohohohohoohoho... oohhh gaaawwwwdddd... hehehehehehehehehe!!"
she cried, begging for me to stop, all the while pumping her hips, trying to
get me to continue where she wanted to be touched.
A quick glance at my watch showed that we'd been at it for nearly an hour
and a half. Shelley was a real mess; her hair was plastered to her face, and
her body was covered in sweat. Her skin was bright red, and her struggles,
violent at first, had subsided into random, uncoordinated writhing. Knowing
she needed rest, and very likely, needed to cum badly, I relented. My wrist
had stopped aching, after all, and biting was something of a turn-on for us
both ((provided she didn't get too carried away, mind you)) so I decided to
finish her off.
The tickling stopped. Shelley, breathless, panting desperately for air, looked
up. Her eyes were bleary and tear-soaked, but I'm sure she saw me clear enough
when she gasped. I was at the foot of the bed again, at her vulnerable bare
feet, her weakest spot, and my favorite place to tickle. "No... no, Master, no
more, please," she begged softly, shaking her head. "Please... no more... no
tickle kayli... no tickles... please, Master!"
Her begging excited me almost as the actual tickling. Lifting her small dainty,
size six feet onto my lap, I gently stroked her soles, making her quiver and
burst once more into laughter. "Shhh, its okay," I whispered to her softly,
replacing the tickling with a soothing, gentle massage, making her sigh and
coo and moan once more. "We're almost done, sweetheart. You've been very good
up till now, kayli. Now, just a little more, and you can cum for me." Her breath
caught in her throat at that. I smiled. "Would you like that, baby? Would you
like to cum for your Master?"
She nodded vigorously, rubbing her thighs all the while. "Yes... please, Master,
kayli cum, kayli cum for you, please, just... no tickles, okay? Please?"
I chuckled, what my loevling calls my 'evil laugh'. I started stroking her soft
bare feet again, somewhere between a massage and a tickle, enough to make a big
smile grow on her face but not enough to make her burst into laughter again. I
slowly increased the tickling, working along her soft pale sole, caressing and
scratching lightly along her high snow white arch, making her toes splay and
clench repeatedly. She giggled now, her laughter and moans starting to flow more
freely. She knew the pattern very well, knew where this was leading, as I now
began tickling the soft fleshy balls of her feet, teasing and tickling very
vigorously the second most ticklish spot on her feet.
"Hehehehehee, hehehehehe, ohhhgawd, ohhhgawd, heeheheheheehe Maaasstteeerrr!!"
she cried, her toes wiggling, more to get my attention than to escape the
torment at this point. I lifted her feet, as much as the ropes would allow,
and knelt down to them, blowing lightly between her soft pudgy little toes.
I grinned, chuckling my 'evil laugh' again, and began talking baby talk to
my writhing, laughing slave girl.
"Does my sweet widdle baby kayli need to cum for her Master?" I asked, rubbing
and caressing her toes exclusively now, tickling and teasing her soft slender
toes with my fingers. "Does my cute widdle baby's toesies need some attention?
Do they, baby girl? Do they?" I leaned forward and licked her baby toe, slurping
it slowly into my mouth, sucking and nibbling it a moment before releasing it.
Shelley's whole body lurched with the sensation, going tense and stiff when I
sucked, relaxing again when I released her toe. "Do you want your Master to suck
on baby's toes?" I asked again.
That broke her. "Oohhhh Master, please! God! Yes! Pleas! Suck your baby's toes!
Suck baby kayli's little toes! God! Uhhhnnn... tickle baby kayli's toes, please!
Master! Suck baby's toes so she can cum, suck baby's toes! PLEASE!!"
"As you wish, my baby," I replied, sliding all five of her toes into my mouth. I
sucked and licked hungrily on her sweet wiggling toes, sliding my tongue in
between and all around each soft toe. It tickled like crazy; Shelley told me
long ago having her toes sucked and licked in between tickled her more than
anything else. Still, fifteen seconds later, it had the desired response.
"OOHHHHHHHHHGAAAWWWDDDD!!! MASTER!! I'M CUMMMINGGG!!! UUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" she
cried, her entire body arching off the bed. Her toes clenched tight, then opened
wide, allowing me, begging me wordlessly, to lick the soft tender places in
between while she rode the orgasmic wave cresting inside her. I sucked and
sucked and licked, all the while my hands were caressing and tickling the soft
toes of her other foot, making sure to tickle both equally. I felt her cum once
more, just as hard, the orgasm slamming her back into orbit, and I redoubled
my efforts at her feet. Finally, her body began to relax a bit, and I eased
off, releasing her wet toes from my mouth, changing from tickling to massaging
motions, gently bringing her back down to earth. She sighed, lying there, still
tightly bound to the bed, tired, exhausted, but fully sated. She smiled at me.
I moved to the front of the bed and untied her, and she flew into my arms,
kissing and hugging me, but mostly just content to be held in my arms. She
sighed. "Thank you Master," she said after a moment. "I needed that. Thank
you, so much."
I smiled and kissed her again. "We're not done yet, you know. Not by a
longshot. There's plenty more where this came from."
She smiled. "I know. But I need to rest a bit first. You really wore me
out!" She sighed, laying her head against my chest. "I just wish we could
do this all the time."
I laughed again, unable to contain myself. Raising up, she glanced into my
face. "What? What is it?"
"We CAN do this all the time... well, as much as you want to, anyway. Or
rather, as often as you can get free of your daughter and roommate to come
spend time with me... I know how divided your time is." She looked at me,
uncomprehending. I spelled it out for her. "Shelley, I'm staying here! For
good! All that junk in the car is my stuff, my belongings, the things I
brought with me for college!" I took out the paper from my pants pocket
and showed it to her. Yet again, her eyes went wide with surprise. "I got
accepted here at State. I transferred here, darling. You can see me whenever
you want." She hugged me tightly, sobbing and laughing, and I held her tight.
We talked a little bit after that, discussing how things would change in
both our lives now. The frantic needful pace we'd shown entering the room
was released a bit by this news. Now that she knew this wasn't just a
weekend visit, Shelley relaxed a bit more. During that night, we played
long into the wee hours of the morning. There was a lot more tickling,
and a lot of loving. I brought her off several times, in many different
ways, and she returned the favor, pleasing her Master, bringing me
pleasure, and as a finale, giving me a very nice 'foot job'. Afterwards,
we parted ways, her back home to be there when the daughter awoke that
morning, and me to sleep in my hotel room. We hooked back up later that
afternoon, however, to spend a glorious day together.
It was the start of many.
After a rather long hiatus from writing, I decided to get back into it after
a most enjoyable time the past several weeks. As many of you may or may not
know, I decided to go back to school this semester and continue with my
degree. Luckily for me, the college I transferred to was in the same city
and state as my long distance relationship, my adored one, Shelley. As I'd
hoped, things have been wonderful, with me able to talk to her and visit
her anytime I wish, Shelley living only a few miles away instead of the
several THOUSAND miles we used to have separating us. It had been more than
a year since the last time we were together, and arriving in town at the
airport that weekend Shelley was overjoyed to see me again.
We kissed, we hugged, we seriously groped one another for several minutes in
public until a crowd began to gather... then we calmly released one another,
retrieved my luggage from the turnstile, and proceeded very quickly to my
reserved hotel room.
"That's an awful lot of luggage for just a weekend visit," Shelley commented as
we arrived at the hotel. "We're not taking all this up to your room are we?"
I laughed. "No, sweetheart. In fact, it would probably be best if we left all
this here in the car and just took some necessities up to the room."
She nodded, as I handed her one bag and I carried the other. "What's in all
these bags anyway? This one feels like it weighs a ton!"
I snorted. I'd given her the lighter of the two. "You're carrying my clothes,
sweetheart. I have the HEAVY one. This one," I said, patting the suitcase,
"contains my... toys and supplies." I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, and
after a moment, recognition dawned on her.
"Oh-oohhh," she said softly, rubbing her tummy slightly. "I see. 'Master' is
in one of his dominant moods," she purred softly. With her free hand, she
reached out and caressed my thigh gently. "Let's hurry up and get to your
room, so you can... play with me."
As always, her soft touches in just the right places had their desired effect.
"Uh, um, yeah, right... the room. Yeah, let's go inside." She giggled. "Unless
you'd like to PLAY out here, that is?" I countered, dropping my bag, and
grabbing her forcefully by the shoulders. I stared hard into her surprised
face. Our dominance games had continued to grow by leaps and bounds over the
past several years; she knew when I gave her a certain look that I was deadly
serious, and in 'Master' mode. For a long moment, she held her breath, wondering
idly if I would truly start things out here, outside, in the parking lot, where
anyone could simply walk by and see. I'd done similar things before, in the
mall, in private, where no one could see, but where anyone COULD have walked
by and seen everything. Would I do so now?
The moment passed. I released my grip on her shoulders, and she let out a deep
breath. I chuckled wryly as I retrieved my bag. "I think we'll wait to play
in the room," I said, opening the door. "It will be more comfortable there."
I picked up my room key from the office, and moments later we were in my room.
The bed was a large Queen size, just perfect for what we had planned. Shelley
wasted no time in making herself comfortable, kicking off her soft black flats
and sliding off her warm woolen socks. Her shirt soon followed, leaving her
clad in pants, and a bra. While I settled in and unpacked my clothes, she
began rooting around in the other bag, the suitcase filled with my various
toys and 'tools of the trade', so to speak. I turned when I heard the clink
of metal chains.
"Oooh, Master," she breathed softly, holding up the makeshift 'sirik' I'd
had made, "what are these for?"
I slid the drawer shut and pulled her into a close embrace. "The better to
hold you immobile, my dear," I answered, kissing her deeply. Shelley melted
in my arms, her eyes fluttering, her breath going shallow and ragged, her
body writhing gently against my own. When I broke the kiss moments later,
we were both rather hot, and wanted to proceed further.
(( would like to note two things right here. One: if her reaction to a
simple kiss seems rather strong and unlikely to most, you have to remember
that first of all, we had, up until now, a long distance relationship,
in which we maybe got together this way two or three times a year, and
conversed on the phone or online all the rest of the time. Absence really
does make the heart grow fond. Secondly, our relationship was that of a
modern day Master and slave, and she had been thoroughly 'trained' in how
to respond to me, so much so that my presence, when I was feeling 'dominant'
could excite her and make her wet, and that whispered in a certain way, in a
certain tone, I could make her cum on command. So, yeah, a SIMPLE kiss like
this would have such a reaction.
Two: I found out moments later that this night would NOT go exactly as
planned. Shelley has a certain medical condition, something about her
period, where she gets the shot, which suppresses her menstrual cycle
completely, so she doesn't get pregnant. Well, she'd been having a
reaction to it, and some other medication she was taking, so the doctor
had taken her off the shot, temporarily. Which meant no full penetration
tonight. Seeing my look of disbelief, she suggested a condom, which I
had no problem with, but with my own brother's track record with using
a condom and the unwanted kin he still fathered when they failed to hold,
I thought it best to be safe rather than sorry.))
Knowing this, I pushed my hot, ready, wanting submissive girl down to
the bed. Panting softly, she looked up at me, her clear ice-blue eyes
staring up at me prettily before lowering gracefully in submission. I
smiled. Walking slowly to the side of the bed, I stood up over her and
pointed to myself, and nodded. Wordlessly, she sat up, on her knees on
the bed, and swiftly began undressing me. Within a minute, I was totally
naked, my clothes discarded randomly about the room. She may not have been
neat, but boy was she quick! I then returned the favor, slowly and teasingly
removing her bra, and her pants, leaving her naked as well ((my slave did
not wear panties, not unless I specifically told her to.))
She giggled softly at the sight of my obvious arousal for her. I chuckled
as well. "What? This comes as a surprise to you?" I quipped. Moving onto
the bed, I pulled her into another deep embrace, and caressed and teased
her soft beautiful flesh as my lips found hers again. The kiss broke, and
I found myself staring deep into her eyes, clouded with lust and feverish
in her need. I not-so-gently spread her thighs, and climbed atop her,
kissing and nibbling on her neck, in just the way that always drives her
to the brink, when she managed to get a hand to my chest.
"Master, please!" she panted, her chest heaving. "Remember? We can't...
not THAT way, anyway. Please? I want to... oh GOD do I want to... but
we have to be careful. Please?"
That stalled my motor a bit... didn't stop it, but put me in neutral. I
glanced over the side of the bed, at the open bag of toys, and nodded,
smirking. "Okay," I said, easing myself gently off her. "No problem. We
have more than enough things here to occupy our time. And just because
I can't mount you, doesn't mean we can't bring each other off like never
before."
She looked at me hesitantly, curious as to what I had in mind. I reached
down, out of her line of sight, digging around, looking for something
specific. "Ahhh," I breathed. "These will do." Shelley looked at me, then
made to raise up and look, but I held her down, firmly.
"Master? What is it? What did you find?" she asked, somewhat nervously.
Wordlessly, smiling like the proverbial Cheshire Cat, I withdrew my hand
from the bag. In it, I held a small bag of assorted feathers, a little
investment I'd made when perusing the arts and crafts shop back home. Her
eyes went wide, in recognition, and fear, and I noted with approval that
her nipples hardened even more.
"Oh, no, no, Master," she protested, starting to giggle already, when I
began wiggling my feathers at her. She closed her eyes for a moment and
summoned her chi, and her willpower... a little trick I'd taught her.
When my fingers reached her skin, she merely sat and gritted her teeth,
otherwise not reacting at all. "No, no," she said after a moment, "it's
not gonna tickle. It's not tickling. I won't let it tickle!"
She was right. It didn't tickle. Yet. I had to admit, though, those
lessons in mental preparation, and hypnosis I'd been giving her were
apparently paying off; normally, she would be laughing, screaming, and
kicking after five seconds. I was impressed. But I still intended to
tickle her silly. Leaning forward, whispering in her ear, I began
undoing her little mental block.
"Shell-lley," I whispered in a sing-song voice, as I spider-crawled
my fingers up and down her smooth silky sides. "It tiiiccc-kkklesss,"
I replied, still sing-song. A smile grew on her face. "You're oh so
very tiiiccckkklllissshhh... you know you are. You just can't stand
it when I touch you, like this..." by which time she was giggling
and shaking, straining to maintain her control. It was pointless.
Whether by form or by function, whether the psychological aspect came
from her slave training to obey my words, or from the pure power
of suggestion, this worked every single time. Telling her that she
was ticklish, and stroking or caressing her, always made my sweet
Shelley fall to pieces.
"NOO!!! EEEEKK!! NO MASTER!! STOP!! EEEEEEK! NOOOHOHOHOHOHHOHHHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHHHAHA!! GRRRRR!! STOP IT!! AAAAH!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA... NO, NO, HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE... NOOO!! IT TIICKKKLEESSS!! STOP
TIICCKKLIIING MEEEE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEH HAHAHAHAHHA!! MAAASSTTEERR!!!"
I was loving it. Shelley had crossed over into survival mode. Her body
writhed and twitched and shook all over. She tried desperately to push
me off, to kick and punch, even bite... anything to get me to stop the
tickling. She would then rear her head back and laugh and cackle
insanely for several minutes, before trying again to stop the torture.
I wasn't the slightest bit fooled, though. We'd played out this scenario
many a time, and I knew that despite her violent protesting, she loved
every minute of it. After all, I'm not a sadist... well, not traditionally.
When her cute pale face began to turn red, I stopped, and gave her a
chance to breathe. A mistake on my part. Instead of using the time to
recover and regain her breath, my 'sweet, gentle, submissive' Shelley
leaned forward and bit me. Hard. On the wrist.
"YYYEEEOOOWWW!" I yelled loudly, clutching my arm, pressing hard against
her forehead, trying to dislodge her teeth. I finally pulled free when I
reached under her vulnerable arm and tickled vigorously, sending her
howling in laughter. I rubbed at the red marks on my wrist, glaring
hotly at my slave. "You... you BIT me!" I snarled.
"Well, you TICKLED me!" she countered, smirking in triumph. "Consider it
a trade off, my dear Master. Every time you tickle me, I'll bite you. If
you don't like it, you'd better not tickle me." She giggled, as if her
strange, warped logic made perfect sense to her... and knowing my sweet
girl, it probably did.
"I have a better idea," I replied, reaching into the bag again. Her eyes
went wide, and her lip trembled slightly when she saw the chains and
wrist restraints emerge. "I think I will simply chain you to the bedposts
to keep you from moving around, and then tickle you REALLY hard. And the
next time you bite me, I'll tickle you even more... and the next time
even more... and so on, and so on." I grabbed her wrist, and despite her
struggles, managed to get it locked to the left post. The right one soon
followed.
"No! NO! Master, please!" she begged piteously, letting tears move down
her face. I swear, she can cry on command almost as well as she can cum
on command. "Please, Master, I'm sorry. Your kayli girl is so sorry for
being naughty! Really! Please... please don't hurt poor kayli."
Unlike most times, I was unmoved by her tears and her pleading. Slave
kayli was a good girl most of the time, but she was a bit spoiled, in that
I loved her and could never really punish her when she acted up, and she
used this to her advantage. She would cry and pout, and I'd always feel
sorry for her. But no, not this time. I moved down and quickly tied her
legs together, pushing her soft pale bare feet against one another, then
lashing them down to the foot of the bed.
"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart," I said, as I retrieved the bag of feathers.
"I won't HURT poor kayli at all. In fact, I think she'll be smiling and
laughing during the whole encounter."
"NO! Master, wait! I didn't mean hurt, I meant---EEEEEK!! AHHHAA!! NOOO!
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA... GRRRR!! NO! Not my feeet! not my FEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!
Hahahahahahah!! nnoooo... oohhhgawdd haaahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha!"
Shelley laughed and laughed, wiggling and straining in her bonds. To the
casual observer, it seemed most likely that she was being tortured, that
she was in the deepest agony of her young life. And true, she probably
was. But I was carefully watching her, watching her body, intent on all
her body's signals. Her nipples were hard and raised again, and her entire
body was red and flushed. Her chest was heaving, understandably from the
incessant laughter, but the motion also jiggled her hugs luscious breasts,
and her thighs, tied smartly together, rubbed against each other the entire
time. As the feathers and my fingers crawled over her body, teasing a sweet
breast here, circling and tickling her nipples, then her areoles, as well as
the undersides of each breast, I heard her moans mingle with the laughter. I
tickled her belly, swirling the myriad feathers around and around, dipping
them occasionally into her bellybutton. I circled the colored plumes into the
sweet hollows of her outstretched underarms, sending her into hysterics. I
dropped the feathers and used my hands to torment her ribs and her sides, only
to pick them up again when I teased and stroked her quivering inner thighs.
Her moans returned when I reached her lower abdomen. "OOOHHHhhh hhehahahahaa...
ooohhh Maasstteerrr!! hehehehehehe... noooo, please stop... hahahahahahah noo
noo nooo noooohohohohohohoohoho... oohhh gaaawwwwdddd... hehehehehehehehehe!!"
she cried, begging for me to stop, all the while pumping her hips, trying to
get me to continue where she wanted to be touched.
A quick glance at my watch showed that we'd been at it for nearly an hour
and a half. Shelley was a real mess; her hair was plastered to her face, and
her body was covered in sweat. Her skin was bright red, and her struggles,
violent at first, had subsided into random, uncoordinated writhing. Knowing
she needed rest, and very likely, needed to cum badly, I relented. My wrist
had stopped aching, after all, and biting was something of a turn-on for us
both ((provided she didn't get too carried away, mind you)) so I decided to
finish her off.
The tickling stopped. Shelley, breathless, panting desperately for air, looked
up. Her eyes were bleary and tear-soaked, but I'm sure she saw me clear enough
when she gasped. I was at the foot of the bed again, at her vulnerable bare
feet, her weakest spot, and my favorite place to tickle. "No... no, Master, no
more, please," she begged softly, shaking her head. "Please... no more... no
tickle kayli... no tickles... please, Master!"
Her begging excited me almost as the actual tickling. Lifting her small dainty,
size six feet onto my lap, I gently stroked her soles, making her quiver and
burst once more into laughter. "Shhh, its okay," I whispered to her softly,
replacing the tickling with a soothing, gentle massage, making her sigh and
coo and moan once more. "We're almost done, sweetheart. You've been very good
up till now, kayli. Now, just a little more, and you can cum for me." Her breath
caught in her throat at that. I smiled. "Would you like that, baby? Would you
like to cum for your Master?"
She nodded vigorously, rubbing her thighs all the while. "Yes... please, Master,
kayli cum, kayli cum for you, please, just... no tickles, okay? Please?"
I chuckled, what my loevling calls my 'evil laugh'. I started stroking her soft
bare feet again, somewhere between a massage and a tickle, enough to make a big
smile grow on her face but not enough to make her burst into laughter again. I
slowly increased the tickling, working along her soft pale sole, caressing and
scratching lightly along her high snow white arch, making her toes splay and
clench repeatedly. She giggled now, her laughter and moans starting to flow more
freely. She knew the pattern very well, knew where this was leading, as I now
began tickling the soft fleshy balls of her feet, teasing and tickling very
vigorously the second most ticklish spot on her feet.
"Hehehehehee, hehehehehe, ohhhgawd, ohhhgawd, heeheheheheehe Maaasstteeerrr!!"
she cried, her toes wiggling, more to get my attention than to escape the
torment at this point. I lifted her feet, as much as the ropes would allow,
and knelt down to them, blowing lightly between her soft pudgy little toes.
I grinned, chuckling my 'evil laugh' again, and began talking baby talk to
my writhing, laughing slave girl.
"Does my sweet widdle baby kayli need to cum for her Master?" I asked, rubbing
and caressing her toes exclusively now, tickling and teasing her soft slender
toes with my fingers. "Does my cute widdle baby's toesies need some attention?
Do they, baby girl? Do they?" I leaned forward and licked her baby toe, slurping
it slowly into my mouth, sucking and nibbling it a moment before releasing it.
Shelley's whole body lurched with the sensation, going tense and stiff when I
sucked, relaxing again when I released her toe. "Do you want your Master to suck
on baby's toes?" I asked again.
That broke her. "Oohhhh Master, please! God! Yes! Pleas! Suck your baby's toes!
Suck baby kayli's little toes! God! Uhhhnnn... tickle baby kayli's toes, please!
Master! Suck baby's toes so she can cum, suck baby's toes! PLEASE!!"
"As you wish, my baby," I replied, sliding all five of her toes into my mouth. I
sucked and licked hungrily on her sweet wiggling toes, sliding my tongue in
between and all around each soft toe. It tickled like crazy; Shelley told me
long ago having her toes sucked and licked in between tickled her more than
anything else. Still, fifteen seconds later, it had the desired response.
"OOHHHHHHHHHGAAAWWWDDDD!!! MASTER!! I'M CUMMMINGGG!!! UUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" she
cried, her entire body arching off the bed. Her toes clenched tight, then opened
wide, allowing me, begging me wordlessly, to lick the soft tender places in
between while she rode the orgasmic wave cresting inside her. I sucked and
sucked and licked, all the while my hands were caressing and tickling the soft
toes of her other foot, making sure to tickle both equally. I felt her cum once
more, just as hard, the orgasm slamming her back into orbit, and I redoubled
my efforts at her feet. Finally, her body began to relax a bit, and I eased
off, releasing her wet toes from my mouth, changing from tickling to massaging
motions, gently bringing her back down to earth. She sighed, lying there, still
tightly bound to the bed, tired, exhausted, but fully sated. She smiled at me.
I moved to the front of the bed and untied her, and she flew into my arms,
kissing and hugging me, but mostly just content to be held in my arms. She
sighed. "Thank you Master," she said after a moment. "I needed that. Thank
you, so much."
I smiled and kissed her again. "We're not done yet, you know. Not by a
longshot. There's plenty more where this came from."
She smiled. "I know. But I need to rest a bit first. You really wore me
out!" She sighed, laying her head against my chest. "I just wish we could
do this all the time."
I laughed again, unable to contain myself. Raising up, she glanced into my
face. "What? What is it?"
"We CAN do this all the time... well, as much as you want to, anyway. Or
rather, as often as you can get free of your daughter and roommate to come
spend time with me... I know how divided your time is." She looked at me,
uncomprehending. I spelled it out for her. "Shelley, I'm staying here! For
good! All that junk in the car is my stuff, my belongings, the things I
brought with me for college!" I took out the paper from my pants pocket
and showed it to her. Yet again, her eyes went wide with surprise. "I got
accepted here at State. I transferred here, darling. You can see me whenever
you want." She hugged me tightly, sobbing and laughing, and I held her tight.
We talked a little bit after that, discussing how things would change in
both our lives now. The frantic needful pace we'd shown entering the room
was released a bit by this news. Now that she knew this wasn't just a
weekend visit, Shelley relaxed a bit more. During that night, we played
long into the wee hours of the morning. There was a lot more tickling,
and a lot of loving. I brought her off several times, in many different
ways, and she returned the favor, pleasing her Master, bringing me
pleasure, and as a finale, giving me a very nice 'foot job'. Afterwards,
we parted ways, her back home to be there when the daughter awoke that
morning, and me to sleep in my hotel room. We hooked back up later that
afternoon, however, to spend a glorious day together.
It was the start of many.
