True Tickling Story #10: Shelley's Valentine's Day Gift
The day started off somewhat badly. First of all, I received several
pages of homework in the 'evil' Math 187 I was taking, otherwise
known as Discrete Math. Ugh. Nothing but word problems and proofs!
No actual math involved at all. THEN the day went from bad to worse,
it decided to rain, and I got soaked on my way to my other EVIL
class, C++ Programming, an easy enough class, except during test time,
when the instructor decides to hit you with things you've read about
in the book but never actually used in your programs... and therefore
really have no idea what they do.
I had planned to spend most of the day with my sweetheart Shelley, to
catch up with her after the test at 2:00 and spend the entire rest of
the day together. I'd planned a nice evening at the movies, followed by
dinner at her second-favorite resteraunt (the first, Jakkers, being
MUCH too expensive for my meager college budget) then a night on the
town, crusing the local taverns or clubs, and finally returning back
to the hotel room I had rented for the night. I'd even gone out earlier
and done a little shopping--- a dozen nice long-stem roses for her AND
her roommate, and her favorite stuffed animals from the Disney store
at the mall. Cost me a good bundle of cash... but for this special day,
only our second Valentine's Day spent together, I wanted to make it
perfect.
Well, the best laid plans, and all that... after the brutal grilling
of the exam, I rushed back to my room to check my messages. As it
turned out, Shelley was busy, had been called in to work on her day
off, and wouldn't be free for a few more hours. Sighing deeply, I
quickly ammended my plans. Grabbing my clothes and necessities, I made
my way to the bus stop (yes, no car, folks...) transferred downtown to
pick up the flowers, then carried my clothes, the toys, and two dozen
roses, on the bus, back uptown, transferred twice more, and then took
a cab to the hotel.
By then, I was soaked to the skin, in a lousy mood, and concerned about
the time, but still bound and determined to make this all work. I took
a long hot shower, changed into the dress clothes I'd brought, then
called Shelley again. Ugh. Turns out, she got out of work earlier than
expected, and was sitting at home waiting for me to call her! But now
she had to take her daughter to the babysitter and get her settled, and
it would be another hour, 6:00, before we could hook up again.
Well, by six-thirty we were finally together, on the road heading out
to the resteraunt, a little later than planned, but in good spirits.
Shelley looked wonderful, decked out in a dark navy dress, with
matching leatherback cloggs and stockings. She wore the small silver
choker I'd given her long ago, the 'outdoor collar' she wore in public
as my submissive slave girl. She smelled wonderful, slightly perfumed
with the scent of vanilla, from the perfume I'd given her for Christmas.
She even wore the rings I'd given her as well, on her fingers, and, as
I later found out, on her cute pudgy little toes as well.
The trip to the Texas Roadhouse took half an hour. When we finally
arrived, we saw, to our dread, that everyone else in the state had
apparently decided to do the same as us. A line was formed from just
outside the door, all the way around the building. I groaned deeply.
"Well, we missed our assigned time to eat," I noted dismally. "How
badly do you want to eat right now?"
"Oh, I'm starving," Shelley complained. "I was waiting for this so
much I didn't eat anything all day." She sighed. "We should have
known it would be like this, this evening. It is Valentine's Day,
after all."
"Yeah, well," I said, "our timing today was shot to hell. Nothing
went quite the way I planned it. So... do you want to wait in line
here, or go someplace else?"
Shelley was too hungy to wait, so we drove on, to Red Lobster, to
Applebee's, to other steakhouse type resteraunts, only to find them
all in similiar conditions. Finally, fed up, we decided to go to
the only place without an outside line.
"Well, uhm, uh, IHOP isn't so bad, Master," Shelley said as we made
our way to the booth. "We can go to the Roadhouse some other time,
when its not so crowded. This is okay, really. As long as we get
something to eat, and I'm here with you, its all good."
I managed a smile. "Thank you, sweetheart."
We ordered. During the wait for the food, I kept staring at my lovely
darling, commenting on how beautiful she looked. She would smile and
blush, and feeling romantic, I continued praising her, even waxing
poetic for a moment or two. Which, of course, made her laugh. Which
or course, made me lightly smack the hand I was holding.
"Hey! Don't smack me!" she said, grabbing my hand now. "You're acting
naughty, Master." She grinned again, sucking lightly on her forefinger.
"I'm not acting naughty, you are," I countered.
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I am?" she purred softly, shifting her legs
slightly. "Well... I am your slave after all," she said teasingly, as
she leaned forward. "It's my JOB to be a little naughty... once in a
while... so you can keep me under discipline..." As she spoke this,
she slid her stockinged foot, now free of its shoe, into my lap. I went
rigid, in more ways than one, and she giggled again, as she massaged
and played her soft tiny foot in my lap.
"Oooh. I think Master LIKES his girl being naughty," she whispered softly.
Feeling like giving back as well as I was receiving, I slid my hands
away from hers, and grasped her playful foot. She smiled at me, looking
completely innocent... and clueless. As if she didn't know what was
coming! Hah. Still, the look of surprise when I drew my nails quickly
up and down her taunt silk covered sole, and the way her hand flew to
her mouth to supress the giggles, was priceless.
"Eeep!" she squealed. "No, no, Master, no! Not here, not in public!"
"Oh? And why not? You started this after all," I teased, catching her
other foot as it rose up to protect the first one. I held onto both
tightly, as she tugged, trying to get free, but secretly enjoying it.
I stroked between her toes and she freaked, managing to jerk out of
my grasp... only to slide her feet back into place seconds later,
giggling, and shaking her head, pleading with me to be gentle.
I saw the waitress approaching again, so I ceased the tickles, settling
into a nice relaxing foot massage again. Shelley openly sighed, going
limp in her seat. Thankfully, the table and the covering hid all these
goings on from the general public, but the waitress knew something was
up with the way Shelley was leaning back, and the soft smiles and
sighs she kept making. She handes us our food and chuckled, shaking
her head as she went back to the kitchen.
We ate. It was good, probably better than the more expensive fare we
had planned to eat, although Shelley still insists the Roadhouse has
the BEST. We chatted while we ate, and one hand would occasionally
snake down under the table to caress and rub her soft tender feet,
and occasionally tickle them. The mood between us was absolutely
eletric. Being with Shelley always excited me, and playing with her
ticklish little feet this way, in public, and knowing she loved
every minute, had me harder than a post. Likewise, Shelley was deeply
excited, both from the loving touches she was receiving, and from the
naughtiness of the act, the danger of being caught, and the whole
Master/slave interaction going on between us. The check came, and I
picked it up.
Shelley glanced at me, somewhat breathless, her eyes slightly smoky.
"Uhm, Master," she whispered, leaning in close to me. "Do you really
want to go out to see a movie tonight? I was thinking... maybe a
quiet night INSIDE would be better? After all... uhm... every place
is probably crowded as it is."
I hugged her tightly against me, kissing her deeply, and held her
hand as we walked to the cashier. "Well... to be honest, nothing
I had planned is really working out anyway, so I think maybe we
would have more fun if we just went back to the hotel... you know,
just played it by ear..."
She smiled, and kissed me again... guiding my hands down to her
bottom as we held one another. (Sidenote: she LOVES being touched
by me, and when I am not rubbing or stroking her feet, she tends
to maneuver my hands to her butt. I think its one of her fetishes,
having her behind rubbed and caressed. *shrugs*) I paid the bill,
and we jetted off back to the hotel, to continue the night of fun.
"So, what is this surprise you keep teasing me about?" she asked
as we walked up the stairs to the hotel room. I just smiled and
handed her the card key.
"Well, if you had been here earlier, you would have seen beforehand.
Now, you'll just have to wait till you see for yourself."
She paused at the door. "Um. Is it a... good surprise? Or a bad
surprise?"
I laughed. "It's Valentine's Day, silly. What do YOU think?"
Sighing, she opened the door and stepped inside. And gasped.
I had decorated the room nicely with the flowers I'd bought,
and the Disney stuffed animals and candy and Valentine's cards,
made the simple room into a festive place. I'd met her in the
lobby before going out to dinner, just so she wouldn't catch a
glimpse of the room until now. Her expression made the whole
shitty day seem worthwhile.
"OHHHH MASTER!!" she cried, hugging me, kissing me deeply. "Oh,
thank you! Thank you! This is... oh... this is so... so... very...
oh, thank you!" I laughed, as she released me, finally, and went
to her gifts. "SULLY!!" she cried, picking up the Monster's Inc.
character, hugging him tightly, as if she never wanted to let
him go. She hugged 'Boo', and Stitch, as well, but her obvious
favorite was the big blue Sully. I watched, highly amused.
"So, I take it, you like?" I asked unnecessarily.
"Yes, Master," she replied, sniffing her roses. "I like very much."
Eventually, her attention shifted from the gifts, back to the one
who had given them. We retired to the bed, our clothes retired to
the floor, and we began the usual festive celebration of all things
sexual. Aside from the fact that she was still off the 'shot', and
I couldn't take her directly, of course, we both had a wonderful
time. Lying together, cooling off a bit from the previous activites,
Shelley rolled over to the side. I'd had the toys from all our
previous escapades stored in a medium sized travel bag known
privately as 'The Black Bag'. Seeing the Black Bag, she oohed and
reached inside.
"Oooh, Master, what do we have in here?" she asked playfully. She
took out each item, playing with it lightly, then tossing it back
inside. "So, are we going to play with all of these tonight?"
I shook my head. "No, probably not. Besides, I would think you were
tired at least a little after what just happened."
Shelley laughed. "Oh, silly, I have LOTS of energy. See? Ohhh!!
Handcuffs!!" With that, she promptly snapped them onto my wrist. I
jerked. She only giggled, holding the other wrist. "Gee... I sure
hope we remembered to pack the key in there too... or this might
be REALLY bad, huh?" She snapped the second one on my other wrist
as well.
My only response was a growl. She was in 'playful' mode, and she
wanted to have some fun with me, knowing that I would get her back in
spades later on. So, I stayed still, and let her do as she wished,
giving only a small grunt and growl now and again to show my displeasure.
Within minutes, she had me haphazardly tied, chained, handcuffed, and
shackeled, all wrapped up like a mummy. For the coup de grace, she took
out the blindfold mask and placed it over my eyes, then dressed me with
one of her slave veils.
"OOOHH!! Master is pretty!" she declared, standing up, dancing around
the bed. "Mas-ter is pret-ty! Mas-ter is pret-ty! Mas-ter is pret-ty!"
she sang as she teased me. By this time, I'd had enough. I am pretty
tolerant of my little one's playfulness, but two things rub me the wrong
way--- when she tries to 'top' me, assuming the dominant position, or
when she talks down to me, calling me her 'good boy'. She rubbed my
head, and declared me a 'good boy', and I decided that was the last
straw.
"EEEEP! MASTER!" she cried in alarm as I suddenly bolted upwards. She
had only pretended to tie and chain me, they were loosely attached,
and sitting up and struggling, I soon had them off me. Except the
handcuffs, which were definitely locked on my wrists. I glared at
her, wordlessly, offering my wrists. Hesitantly, she unlocked them.
"Now, Master, I was only playing," she began as she slid the key in
the lock. "Promise me, you won't hurt your sweet kayli slave, okay?
Promise me, and I'll unlock you... okay?" I glared hotter at her, and
she quickly stopped trying to bargain and unlocked the cuffs.
I rubbed my wrists a bit... then smiled evilly at her. I chuckled, and
she cringed. "Why did you laugh your 'Evil Laugh'?" she asked softly.
I responded by snaring both wrists and snapping the cuffs on them. She
gsped aloud, then went still, lying there, merely breathing. I suppose
that is what she calls 'subspace', that weird frame of mind slaves and
submissives go into sometimes, when they give over conscious thought to
their feelings and emotions, and just live in the moment. At any rate,
I went to the foot of the bed and gently but firmly tied her ankles
together. Returning to the head, I lifted her gently, and slid the
blindfold on her. She shivered, but remained still.
This was one of my favorite games. I held absolutely still for a long
time, not speaking, not moving, leaving her in darkness. After a moment,
she called out for me. "Master?" she said. "Master? Please..." I would
touch her then, gently, a soft caress against her hand, and it would
grip mine, holding onto me tightly, her anchor, her link to safety and
security. I would caress her then for a while, whispering sweet words
to her, then slowly, gently, I would pull away, and become silent again.
Tonight, I added a bit of spice to the game. When she called out for me,
I didn't respond at first. I did, however, reach into the Black Bag,
making a lot of noise so she would know what I was doing. "M-m-m-master?"
she said softly, timidly. Silence. Then, from nowhere, a soft caress
on the sole of her left foot. She gasped, and her foot jerked, toes
spasming, as she tried desperately to discren what was going on.
"Remember these, little one?" I asked, stroking the long thin colored
feathers up and down her soft bare soles. "I bought these feathers back
at the arts and crafts store. Remember?" Knowing what it was teasing
her now, Shelley burst into soft giggles. "I know you loved them so
much the last time, I thought I'd use them again." I stroked and
caressed her soft pale arches with them over and over again, and then
threaded them carefully between her wide spread toes.
"EEEEEKKK!! NONONONONONONONONO!! NOT MY TOESIES! NOT MY TOESIES!!" she
cried, trying to clench her slender little toes tight. Too late, though.
The feathers were already between them, and when I pulled them slowly
out, she laughed and laughed and her toes spread again, unable to take
the sensation, and I slid the feathers back in between again. Her
toes clenched, and the process repeated.
"NOOOOO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GRRRR!! STOP!! STOP! StaahahahahahahHha AHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAH!! EEEEE!! NO! NO! MAster PlEasESSEEE! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA!!
OHHH GAAWDD!! IT TIIICKLEEESSS!! HEHEHEHHEHHEHEHE!!" she shrieked, as she
writhed in her bonds, trying to escape. I could have tickled her feet
forever, but I knew how much she could take, and I eased off. Silence
again, as her laughing finally faded. Her head moved from side to side,
trying to pinpoint my position, not knowing where I was, expecting to
be tickled silly again at any moment.
A touch. She shrieked again, but I wasn't tickling, just caressing,
squeezing lightly her breast. A moment later, my lips closed around
her hard nipple, sucking lightly. She still giggled between moans,
her body supersensitive now from the tickling, her frame of mind
set to be ticklish no matter how gentle my touch. I smiled. With my
mouth and lips still workin on her breast, I took the object still
in my hands and acted. Her eyes hid behind the blindfold, Shelley
had no warning as the long thick vibrator slipped into her sopping
wet sex.
"OH! GOD! MASTER! UUUUGHHHH!!" she cried, cumming spontaneously from
being filled, from the vigorous sucking of her tit, and the soft
deep ministrations of my hand along her chest. She grunted her
pleasure, and I left the vibrator inside her, as I retrieved the
feathers and moves to her open and vulnerable armpits.
"NO!! HAHAHHAHAH!! UUUUUUUUGGGHHHH!!! MMMMMMMMM!! OHHH GAAWDDD!!
HAHAHAHAHA! AhAHAHAHAh... mmmmmmm... uuhhhhhhh, uhhhhh, ooohhhhh!!"
she babbled as I worked her body over but good. The armpit tickling
wasn't as intense for her as the foot tickling; her feet were her
'achille's heel' so to speak. Still, she seemed pretty much spent
when I finally removed the plastic wand from her and ceased my
ticklish torment.
I let her breathe and rest for a while. I moved to her lips and
kissed her, lovingly, softly, but she responded to my gentle kiss
with a fiery passion, that told me just how much she was loving this.
Feeling creative, I gave her a few more minutes of rest... then
took a few ice cubes from the ice bucket.
"Master? Where are--- EEEEK!! AAHHH!! That's COLD!! NOOOO!! AHAHAHA!
AHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! MY TOOOOEEESSSS!!" she flat out screamed as I began
icing her toes. Frankly, I have no idea whether it actually tickled
her or not, for she spent all her time writhing and screaming bloody
murder, with only an occassional laugh in between. I pulled back a
bit and held the ice, letting freezing cold droplets fall on her
heated body from various places. A drop or two right on her nipples
made her gasp, an icy spot between her toes finally got a giggle,
but most notable of all, several random droples on her pussy made
her moan and groan and arch her hips forward.
I dried her off then, and gave her a moment more to recover. I
leaned in and kissed her, deeply, and whispered softly to her.
"You've been a good girl, kayli," I said. "It's almost over. Just
a little more, okay? You can do it, sweetheart. I'm very proud
of you." She smiled weakly, still breathing deeply.
And for the finale. I retrieved the feathers once more. I checked
my supply: seventeen feathers of various size, shape, and color.
Taking two long stiff slender plumes, I began the teasing torment
of my girl's erogenous zones. I started with her breasts, stroking
and teasing her nipples. She tittered and chuckled a bit, tickled
yes, but not really knowing what I had planned. So I told her.
"Shelley, sweetheart," I said softly, "I'm going to tickle you."
The feather moved down to navel. "I'm about to tickle your sweet
sensitive little pussy... gonna slide this feather right up inside
you... and tickle your most sensitive places..." The feather rubbed
against her outer labia, making her laugh freely. "Can you feel it,
now? Its about to slip inside you." Her thighs actually opened,
her sex virtually sucking the feather inside as it did my manhood,
and she went beserk again.
"AAHHHHHH!! NOOOOO!! MASTER NO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
EEEEEEEEEKKK!! MMMYYYY CLLLIITTTT!!! AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
she laughed and cried, humping the feather, not intentionally, as this
tickling was more than she could stand. She desperately tried to escape
again, moving side to side, up and down, anything to dislodge it, all
to no avail. I followed her movements perfectly, swirling the feather
as I worked it in and out, thoroughly soaking it in her juices as I
forced a small but powerful orgasm from her. "No more, Master," she
panted then, totally spent, still writhing, "please, please, master,
please..."
Her pleas were heartfelt at this point. She'd come so many times
she was absolutely spent. So, I removed the feather, letting her
go limp once more. I untied her, removed the blindfold, and held
her in my arms.
That was pretty much the extent of the night. We played some more
when she regained her strength. We brought each other off several
more times, I tickled her a few more times, and then, when we were
too tired to continue, around 4 am, we checked out of the hotel and
headed back to our seperate homes.
One final note. As a last bit of fun, I hypnotized Shelley again, and
we played a bit with hypnotic suggestion, and a little tickling fun.
She was very receptive, as always, and that session alone deserves a
seperate story. So, perhaps, I'll write about THAT little adventure
as well. Some day. Perhaps.
The day started off somewhat badly. First of all, I received several
pages of homework in the 'evil' Math 187 I was taking, otherwise
known as Discrete Math. Ugh. Nothing but word problems and proofs!
No actual math involved at all. THEN the day went from bad to worse,
it decided to rain, and I got soaked on my way to my other EVIL
class, C++ Programming, an easy enough class, except during test time,
when the instructor decides to hit you with things you've read about
in the book but never actually used in your programs... and therefore
really have no idea what they do.
I had planned to spend most of the day with my sweetheart Shelley, to
catch up with her after the test at 2:00 and spend the entire rest of
the day together. I'd planned a nice evening at the movies, followed by
dinner at her second-favorite resteraunt (the first, Jakkers, being
MUCH too expensive for my meager college budget) then a night on the
town, crusing the local taverns or clubs, and finally returning back
to the hotel room I had rented for the night. I'd even gone out earlier
and done a little shopping--- a dozen nice long-stem roses for her AND
her roommate, and her favorite stuffed animals from the Disney store
at the mall. Cost me a good bundle of cash... but for this special day,
only our second Valentine's Day spent together, I wanted to make it
perfect.
Well, the best laid plans, and all that... after the brutal grilling
of the exam, I rushed back to my room to check my messages. As it
turned out, Shelley was busy, had been called in to work on her day
off, and wouldn't be free for a few more hours. Sighing deeply, I
quickly ammended my plans. Grabbing my clothes and necessities, I made
my way to the bus stop (yes, no car, folks...) transferred downtown to
pick up the flowers, then carried my clothes, the toys, and two dozen
roses, on the bus, back uptown, transferred twice more, and then took
a cab to the hotel.
By then, I was soaked to the skin, in a lousy mood, and concerned about
the time, but still bound and determined to make this all work. I took
a long hot shower, changed into the dress clothes I'd brought, then
called Shelley again. Ugh. Turns out, she got out of work earlier than
expected, and was sitting at home waiting for me to call her! But now
she had to take her daughter to the babysitter and get her settled, and
it would be another hour, 6:00, before we could hook up again.
Well, by six-thirty we were finally together, on the road heading out
to the resteraunt, a little later than planned, but in good spirits.
Shelley looked wonderful, decked out in a dark navy dress, with
matching leatherback cloggs and stockings. She wore the small silver
choker I'd given her long ago, the 'outdoor collar' she wore in public
as my submissive slave girl. She smelled wonderful, slightly perfumed
with the scent of vanilla, from the perfume I'd given her for Christmas.
She even wore the rings I'd given her as well, on her fingers, and, as
I later found out, on her cute pudgy little toes as well.
The trip to the Texas Roadhouse took half an hour. When we finally
arrived, we saw, to our dread, that everyone else in the state had
apparently decided to do the same as us. A line was formed from just
outside the door, all the way around the building. I groaned deeply.
"Well, we missed our assigned time to eat," I noted dismally. "How
badly do you want to eat right now?"
"Oh, I'm starving," Shelley complained. "I was waiting for this so
much I didn't eat anything all day." She sighed. "We should have
known it would be like this, this evening. It is Valentine's Day,
after all."
"Yeah, well," I said, "our timing today was shot to hell. Nothing
went quite the way I planned it. So... do you want to wait in line
here, or go someplace else?"
Shelley was too hungy to wait, so we drove on, to Red Lobster, to
Applebee's, to other steakhouse type resteraunts, only to find them
all in similiar conditions. Finally, fed up, we decided to go to
the only place without an outside line.
"Well, uhm, uh, IHOP isn't so bad, Master," Shelley said as we made
our way to the booth. "We can go to the Roadhouse some other time,
when its not so crowded. This is okay, really. As long as we get
something to eat, and I'm here with you, its all good."
I managed a smile. "Thank you, sweetheart."
We ordered. During the wait for the food, I kept staring at my lovely
darling, commenting on how beautiful she looked. She would smile and
blush, and feeling romantic, I continued praising her, even waxing
poetic for a moment or two. Which, of course, made her laugh. Which
or course, made me lightly smack the hand I was holding.
"Hey! Don't smack me!" she said, grabbing my hand now. "You're acting
naughty, Master." She grinned again, sucking lightly on her forefinger.
"I'm not acting naughty, you are," I countered.
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I am?" she purred softly, shifting her legs
slightly. "Well... I am your slave after all," she said teasingly, as
she leaned forward. "It's my JOB to be a little naughty... once in a
while... so you can keep me under discipline..." As she spoke this,
she slid her stockinged foot, now free of its shoe, into my lap. I went
rigid, in more ways than one, and she giggled again, as she massaged
and played her soft tiny foot in my lap.
"Oooh. I think Master LIKES his girl being naughty," she whispered softly.
Feeling like giving back as well as I was receiving, I slid my hands
away from hers, and grasped her playful foot. She smiled at me, looking
completely innocent... and clueless. As if she didn't know what was
coming! Hah. Still, the look of surprise when I drew my nails quickly
up and down her taunt silk covered sole, and the way her hand flew to
her mouth to supress the giggles, was priceless.
"Eeep!" she squealed. "No, no, Master, no! Not here, not in public!"
"Oh? And why not? You started this after all," I teased, catching her
other foot as it rose up to protect the first one. I held onto both
tightly, as she tugged, trying to get free, but secretly enjoying it.
I stroked between her toes and she freaked, managing to jerk out of
my grasp... only to slide her feet back into place seconds later,
giggling, and shaking her head, pleading with me to be gentle.
I saw the waitress approaching again, so I ceased the tickles, settling
into a nice relaxing foot massage again. Shelley openly sighed, going
limp in her seat. Thankfully, the table and the covering hid all these
goings on from the general public, but the waitress knew something was
up with the way Shelley was leaning back, and the soft smiles and
sighs she kept making. She handes us our food and chuckled, shaking
her head as she went back to the kitchen.
We ate. It was good, probably better than the more expensive fare we
had planned to eat, although Shelley still insists the Roadhouse has
the BEST. We chatted while we ate, and one hand would occasionally
snake down under the table to caress and rub her soft tender feet,
and occasionally tickle them. The mood between us was absolutely
eletric. Being with Shelley always excited me, and playing with her
ticklish little feet this way, in public, and knowing she loved
every minute, had me harder than a post. Likewise, Shelley was deeply
excited, both from the loving touches she was receiving, and from the
naughtiness of the act, the danger of being caught, and the whole
Master/slave interaction going on between us. The check came, and I
picked it up.
Shelley glanced at me, somewhat breathless, her eyes slightly smoky.
"Uhm, Master," she whispered, leaning in close to me. "Do you really
want to go out to see a movie tonight? I was thinking... maybe a
quiet night INSIDE would be better? After all... uhm... every place
is probably crowded as it is."
I hugged her tightly against me, kissing her deeply, and held her
hand as we walked to the cashier. "Well... to be honest, nothing
I had planned is really working out anyway, so I think maybe we
would have more fun if we just went back to the hotel... you know,
just played it by ear..."
She smiled, and kissed me again... guiding my hands down to her
bottom as we held one another. (Sidenote: she LOVES being touched
by me, and when I am not rubbing or stroking her feet, she tends
to maneuver my hands to her butt. I think its one of her fetishes,
having her behind rubbed and caressed. *shrugs*) I paid the bill,
and we jetted off back to the hotel, to continue the night of fun.
"So, what is this surprise you keep teasing me about?" she asked
as we walked up the stairs to the hotel room. I just smiled and
handed her the card key.
"Well, if you had been here earlier, you would have seen beforehand.
Now, you'll just have to wait till you see for yourself."
She paused at the door. "Um. Is it a... good surprise? Or a bad
surprise?"
I laughed. "It's Valentine's Day, silly. What do YOU think?"
Sighing, she opened the door and stepped inside. And gasped.
I had decorated the room nicely with the flowers I'd bought,
and the Disney stuffed animals and candy and Valentine's cards,
made the simple room into a festive place. I'd met her in the
lobby before going out to dinner, just so she wouldn't catch a
glimpse of the room until now. Her expression made the whole
shitty day seem worthwhile.
"OHHHH MASTER!!" she cried, hugging me, kissing me deeply. "Oh,
thank you! Thank you! This is... oh... this is so... so... very...
oh, thank you!" I laughed, as she released me, finally, and went
to her gifts. "SULLY!!" she cried, picking up the Monster's Inc.
character, hugging him tightly, as if she never wanted to let
him go. She hugged 'Boo', and Stitch, as well, but her obvious
favorite was the big blue Sully. I watched, highly amused.
"So, I take it, you like?" I asked unnecessarily.
"Yes, Master," she replied, sniffing her roses. "I like very much."
Eventually, her attention shifted from the gifts, back to the one
who had given them. We retired to the bed, our clothes retired to
the floor, and we began the usual festive celebration of all things
sexual. Aside from the fact that she was still off the 'shot', and
I couldn't take her directly, of course, we both had a wonderful
time. Lying together, cooling off a bit from the previous activites,
Shelley rolled over to the side. I'd had the toys from all our
previous escapades stored in a medium sized travel bag known
privately as 'The Black Bag'. Seeing the Black Bag, she oohed and
reached inside.
"Oooh, Master, what do we have in here?" she asked playfully. She
took out each item, playing with it lightly, then tossing it back
inside. "So, are we going to play with all of these tonight?"
I shook my head. "No, probably not. Besides, I would think you were
tired at least a little after what just happened."
Shelley laughed. "Oh, silly, I have LOTS of energy. See? Ohhh!!
Handcuffs!!" With that, she promptly snapped them onto my wrist. I
jerked. She only giggled, holding the other wrist. "Gee... I sure
hope we remembered to pack the key in there too... or this might
be REALLY bad, huh?" She snapped the second one on my other wrist
as well.
My only response was a growl. She was in 'playful' mode, and she
wanted to have some fun with me, knowing that I would get her back in
spades later on. So, I stayed still, and let her do as she wished,
giving only a small grunt and growl now and again to show my displeasure.
Within minutes, she had me haphazardly tied, chained, handcuffed, and
shackeled, all wrapped up like a mummy. For the coup de grace, she took
out the blindfold mask and placed it over my eyes, then dressed me with
one of her slave veils.
"OOOHH!! Master is pretty!" she declared, standing up, dancing around
the bed. "Mas-ter is pret-ty! Mas-ter is pret-ty! Mas-ter is pret-ty!"
she sang as she teased me. By this time, I'd had enough. I am pretty
tolerant of my little one's playfulness, but two things rub me the wrong
way--- when she tries to 'top' me, assuming the dominant position, or
when she talks down to me, calling me her 'good boy'. She rubbed my
head, and declared me a 'good boy', and I decided that was the last
straw.
"EEEEP! MASTER!" she cried in alarm as I suddenly bolted upwards. She
had only pretended to tie and chain me, they were loosely attached,
and sitting up and struggling, I soon had them off me. Except the
handcuffs, which were definitely locked on my wrists. I glared at
her, wordlessly, offering my wrists. Hesitantly, she unlocked them.
"Now, Master, I was only playing," she began as she slid the key in
the lock. "Promise me, you won't hurt your sweet kayli slave, okay?
Promise me, and I'll unlock you... okay?" I glared hotter at her, and
she quickly stopped trying to bargain and unlocked the cuffs.
I rubbed my wrists a bit... then smiled evilly at her. I chuckled, and
she cringed. "Why did you laugh your 'Evil Laugh'?" she asked softly.
I responded by snaring both wrists and snapping the cuffs on them. She
gsped aloud, then went still, lying there, merely breathing. I suppose
that is what she calls 'subspace', that weird frame of mind slaves and
submissives go into sometimes, when they give over conscious thought to
their feelings and emotions, and just live in the moment. At any rate,
I went to the foot of the bed and gently but firmly tied her ankles
together. Returning to the head, I lifted her gently, and slid the
blindfold on her. She shivered, but remained still.
This was one of my favorite games. I held absolutely still for a long
time, not speaking, not moving, leaving her in darkness. After a moment,
she called out for me. "Master?" she said. "Master? Please..." I would
touch her then, gently, a soft caress against her hand, and it would
grip mine, holding onto me tightly, her anchor, her link to safety and
security. I would caress her then for a while, whispering sweet words
to her, then slowly, gently, I would pull away, and become silent again.
Tonight, I added a bit of spice to the game. When she called out for me,
I didn't respond at first. I did, however, reach into the Black Bag,
making a lot of noise so she would know what I was doing. "M-m-m-master?"
she said softly, timidly. Silence. Then, from nowhere, a soft caress
on the sole of her left foot. She gasped, and her foot jerked, toes
spasming, as she tried desperately to discren what was going on.
"Remember these, little one?" I asked, stroking the long thin colored
feathers up and down her soft bare soles. "I bought these feathers back
at the arts and crafts store. Remember?" Knowing what it was teasing
her now, Shelley burst into soft giggles. "I know you loved them so
much the last time, I thought I'd use them again." I stroked and
caressed her soft pale arches with them over and over again, and then
threaded them carefully between her wide spread toes.
"EEEEEKKK!! NONONONONONONONONO!! NOT MY TOESIES! NOT MY TOESIES!!" she
cried, trying to clench her slender little toes tight. Too late, though.
The feathers were already between them, and when I pulled them slowly
out, she laughed and laughed and her toes spread again, unable to take
the sensation, and I slid the feathers back in between again. Her
toes clenched, and the process repeated.
"NOOOOO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GRRRR!! STOP!! STOP! StaahahahahahahHha AHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAH!! EEEEE!! NO! NO! MAster PlEasESSEEE! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA!!
OHHH GAAWDD!! IT TIIICKLEEESSS!! HEHEHEHHEHHEHEHE!!" she shrieked, as she
writhed in her bonds, trying to escape. I could have tickled her feet
forever, but I knew how much she could take, and I eased off. Silence
again, as her laughing finally faded. Her head moved from side to side,
trying to pinpoint my position, not knowing where I was, expecting to
be tickled silly again at any moment.
A touch. She shrieked again, but I wasn't tickling, just caressing,
squeezing lightly her breast. A moment later, my lips closed around
her hard nipple, sucking lightly. She still giggled between moans,
her body supersensitive now from the tickling, her frame of mind
set to be ticklish no matter how gentle my touch. I smiled. With my
mouth and lips still workin on her breast, I took the object still
in my hands and acted. Her eyes hid behind the blindfold, Shelley
had no warning as the long thick vibrator slipped into her sopping
wet sex.
"OH! GOD! MASTER! UUUUGHHHH!!" she cried, cumming spontaneously from
being filled, from the vigorous sucking of her tit, and the soft
deep ministrations of my hand along her chest. She grunted her
pleasure, and I left the vibrator inside her, as I retrieved the
feathers and moves to her open and vulnerable armpits.
"NO!! HAHAHHAHAH!! UUUUUUUUGGGHHHH!!! MMMMMMMMM!! OHHH GAAWDDD!!
HAHAHAHAHA! AhAHAHAHAh... mmmmmmm... uuhhhhhhh, uhhhhh, ooohhhhh!!"
she babbled as I worked her body over but good. The armpit tickling
wasn't as intense for her as the foot tickling; her feet were her
'achille's heel' so to speak. Still, she seemed pretty much spent
when I finally removed the plastic wand from her and ceased my
ticklish torment.
I let her breathe and rest for a while. I moved to her lips and
kissed her, lovingly, softly, but she responded to my gentle kiss
with a fiery passion, that told me just how much she was loving this.
Feeling creative, I gave her a few more minutes of rest... then
took a few ice cubes from the ice bucket.
"Master? Where are--- EEEEK!! AAHHH!! That's COLD!! NOOOO!! AHAHAHA!
AHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! MY TOOOOEEESSSS!!" she flat out screamed as I began
icing her toes. Frankly, I have no idea whether it actually tickled
her or not, for she spent all her time writhing and screaming bloody
murder, with only an occassional laugh in between. I pulled back a
bit and held the ice, letting freezing cold droplets fall on her
heated body from various places. A drop or two right on her nipples
made her gasp, an icy spot between her toes finally got a giggle,
but most notable of all, several random droples on her pussy made
her moan and groan and arch her hips forward.
I dried her off then, and gave her a moment more to recover. I
leaned in and kissed her, deeply, and whispered softly to her.
"You've been a good girl, kayli," I said. "It's almost over. Just
a little more, okay? You can do it, sweetheart. I'm very proud
of you." She smiled weakly, still breathing deeply.
And for the finale. I retrieved the feathers once more. I checked
my supply: seventeen feathers of various size, shape, and color.
Taking two long stiff slender plumes, I began the teasing torment
of my girl's erogenous zones. I started with her breasts, stroking
and teasing her nipples. She tittered and chuckled a bit, tickled
yes, but not really knowing what I had planned. So I told her.
"Shelley, sweetheart," I said softly, "I'm going to tickle you."
The feather moved down to navel. "I'm about to tickle your sweet
sensitive little pussy... gonna slide this feather right up inside
you... and tickle your most sensitive places..." The feather rubbed
against her outer labia, making her laugh freely. "Can you feel it,
now? Its about to slip inside you." Her thighs actually opened,
her sex virtually sucking the feather inside as it did my manhood,
and she went beserk again.
"AAHHHHHH!! NOOOOO!! MASTER NO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
EEEEEEEEEKKK!! MMMYYYY CLLLIITTTT!!! AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
she laughed and cried, humping the feather, not intentionally, as this
tickling was more than she could stand. She desperately tried to escape
again, moving side to side, up and down, anything to dislodge it, all
to no avail. I followed her movements perfectly, swirling the feather
as I worked it in and out, thoroughly soaking it in her juices as I
forced a small but powerful orgasm from her. "No more, Master," she
panted then, totally spent, still writhing, "please, please, master,
please..."
Her pleas were heartfelt at this point. She'd come so many times
she was absolutely spent. So, I removed the feather, letting her
go limp once more. I untied her, removed the blindfold, and held
her in my arms.
That was pretty much the extent of the night. We played some more
when she regained her strength. We brought each other off several
more times, I tickled her a few more times, and then, when we were
too tired to continue, around 4 am, we checked out of the hotel and
headed back to our seperate homes.
One final note. As a last bit of fun, I hypnotized Shelley again, and
we played a bit with hypnotic suggestion, and a little tickling fun.
She was very receptive, as always, and that session alone deserves a
seperate story. So, perhaps, I'll write about THAT little adventure
as well. Some day. Perhaps.
