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M/F A Little thought experiment (explicit)

meangry

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It started innocuous enough, didn't it? You, teasing your flat on the tips of your toes, you mindless and careless as you clapped it again and again against your sole. There's something about the sole of a woman's foot that has always, well, been a draw to me. You rarely see them outside of instances of relaxation and comfort. But there is a voyeuristic aspect too. Soles are guarded. Not to the extent of someone's breasts, or their sex, but it's right up there. You can tell a lot about someone just from how they take care of their feet. And yours looked plush. Soft. Kisses of white with pools of red at the ball and heel.

You, nose deep in that book, and at first, I couldn't help but sneak peeks toward you. Try to make them not obvious. My fingertips ran along the leather ridges of the cover of my book, but already, my focus was shot. Cat and mouse game. It always gives me a thrill.

And then, you caught me.

It was just a fleeting stare at first, and like a child in art class enamored with the girl they knew they were going to marry but are too shy to do anything about the emotions pooling in his gut, I tried to shuffle and act like my eyes were just trailing off. The next time I tried to peek, you caught me dead in my tracks. Eyes meeting. I cupped my mouth in my hand, staring hard at words on pages I didn't give a damn about, my cheeks hot to the touch and the nervous nausea working on all my insecurities.

It could've ended there. I don't even know why I did it, but I looked back toward you. Expecting your deadpan. Expecting a shuffle of disgust. A grab of the strap of your canvas knapsack as you slung it over your shoulders and moved somewhere where some asshole wasn't going to perv on your fucking foot.

The flat was on the carpet, your pedicured toes flexing as that deadpan expression changed to a warming smile. Your black rimmed glasses teasing the tip of your nose, you lifted your hand from your pastel skirt, curling it toward me, beckoning me closer.

This is the part of the story where I get up off my ass, and lay the charm on thick, and it's instant seduction. Where I'm full of confidence and it overwhelms you. But this isn't some cheap piece of pornography, and to be frank, you held all the cards here. You're kinda cute. I remember you saying. We probed each other. A lot. Simple conversation. We were both a little klutzy at first, but then, we got comfortable. Chilled out. Talked like ninety minutes until the library closed, and then decided to take it to the local coffee shop. You put your foot in my lap, smile plastered across your face. I had to give you a massage, just for putting up with the stares.

I made sure to splice in enough light tickles across your arch because you'd been killing me all night with it.

Your giggle was infectious. Your short crop of hair, your shoulders relaxing deep into your chair from my pampering, your eyes half mast as you purred. Must have a lot of experience there, ladykiller. If only you knew.

If only you knew.

***

You don't just fall into bondage, there's a subtle build up process. I designed this for you. Just for you. To exploit you. Just you. The day spa treatments. The pedicures. Sweat all the tension away, and feel cotton candy soft all over from the right pampering. Hot oils dribbling all across your skin, incense kissing your nostrils as your supple moans vibrate from your lips and your eyes stare up through the ceiling, unable to see because of the sleep mask covering your eyes.

The massage table is comfortable, isn't it? All mattress, the back of your head resting comfortably. Another soft splash across the top of your ribcage, the heel of my hand working it between the part of your breasts. You'd think five points of restraint wouldn't be enough, but you'd be surprised, hon. Your wrists, cuffed together, held fast above your head, not too uncomfortable thanks to the lining inside. Your legs spread nice and wide, cuffed at the ankles, every bit of tension pooling inside your naked, defenseless inner thighs. I can see you're already throbbing. Another set of cuffs just above your knees.

It's almost been a year to the day since we met in that library, and hon, I warned you that you were playing with fire. Playing with something dangerous. But you didn't care. You welcomed it. All those silly talks, those welcoming forays. The light bondage. The massages. My knowing tickles. The sex.

You've known about my fetish for tickling for a long time, but you didn't mind it, because I never pushed you too far over the edge. Tonight, that changes.

I lightly pinch the crest of your clit together, between my middle and index finger, and you roll and undulate just so. “Now that you're all relaxed, now that you're just a pool of helpless mess, I'm going to tickle you.” You tense against your bounds, your lips already begging me. Not like this. Please, not like this.

“I'm going to tickle your breasts. I'm going to tease your nipples, hard as they are this moment. I'll play with your ribcage, and I'll reach down deep, to your soles, those perfect works of art.” I see your breathing pick up, the flickers of candlelight shining across your oil drenched skin. “But most of all, I'm going to tickle your clit.” Oh God! “It's all nice and swollen and exposed. And I'm going to exploit every bit of it. Every sensitive part of it.” As much as the panic might be settling in, I can see the lust dribbling down your inner thigh. “I'm going to tease your lips with feathers. I'll spread you wide open and swirl artist brushes over every bit of sopping pink I find. I'm going to make you cum over, and over, and over again. Every drop. Every bit. Until I take everything from you. Until I own every bit of this ****.”

My hand knowingly pets across it, spreading you, all before drawing my hand to my lips so I can taste your sweet lust. “And just when you don't think you can take a moment more, I'm going to take a pair of chopsticks and fix them on the swell of your lips, and expose the pearl you have guarded inside your clit. And I'm going to take the most sensitive, most guarded area you have, and I'm going to tickle it with the softest blush brush you've ever felt. Until you cum all over it. Again. And again. And again.”

I watch you as you struggle, as you sigh, as you helplessly moan and try to hide but you can't. You can't anymore. I'll make you remember this night for the rest of your life.

Tonight, I make you mine.
 
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