This is for all to enjoy, but intended for one……One, who is so beautiful, so angelic, so alluring that I feel so very privileged to write about. The anguish of not being able to act on my thoughts is bitter sweet, but knowing that you will be honored, blush, squirm, and be turned on by this passionate tale is most rewarding. The more I think of you the more my words flow. Time is the only force that prevents me from continuously sharing my thoughts about your sensual presence. You know who you are, and you know this has been written with the deepest respect and admiration.
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You went from un-assuringly sharing your beauty, to now confidently teasing me with it! I know that you are fully aware what you are doing. Please do correct me if I am wrong, but the flirtatious look in your beautiful eyes is now so strong, and more honest than ever. From my point of view, you are simply irresistible. The more I look at your beauty the more I want to look! You are not unlike a piece of renaissance art there to gaze upon and for one wonder what was on both the model's and artist's thoughts at the time of the creation. Fore you my dear are both the model and artist wrapped up in one sensual package.
For teasing me you must be punished!
I will begrudgingly leave the rest of your glorious body for the time being. Your soft sexy delicate soles are mine! Mine and mine alone... you will be a toy! My toy!....my beautiful little tickle toy.
You have put your haughty self in a position that you may not be able to handle. But it will be completely in your hands to stop or intensify your situation!
"Why have I left myself in this vulnerable position", you ask yourself. You are restrained face down on a thin velvet laced padded board. A board so thin you ample breast are spilling over the sides. Your glorious naked body wrapped to the padded plank in fine silk from your graceful neck down to your shapely ankles. Not only will the soft shimmering material hold you in place, it also becomes a sensitive second skin that will be later used to tease your entire shapely form, but not until I have shown you the error of your teasing ways!
Your creamy wrinkled soles are facing the heavens helpless to my desires! Your milky feet are forced in an immobile state with the help of soft yarn threaded in between each of your sexy little toes. Although you can feel warmth on your helpless soles you are unable to know the source. Soothing, relaxing, and delicious warmth kisses your amazing peds.
It is quite obvious that your sexy feet are being prepared for your punishment, but the sensation is dreamy and you are basking in it.
My deep voice snaps you out of your sublime state. "Toy", I start speaking, “You have been a very bad little tease, and you must be punished!” You now feel my hand find yours as I snake mine under your silken cocoon. Your palm is face up and you feel my warm fingers probing your soft flesh until the sensation of my hand is replace with something plastic.
You take full grasp of it, your curiosity is compelling you to figure out what it is and why you are holding it.
"Toy", Be still, just let it rest in your hand. In time you will have the opportunity to use it.... I know you are desperately trying to understand why I have placed it with you. It is a control. It controls your destiny."
You feel safe but, "My destiny" you think to yourself, "What is this guy talking about?"
"It controls your orgasmic destiny." My voice interrupts your thoughts, "That control is attached to a vibrator that will bring stimulation to your most intimate of area. You have the freedom to start and stop it whenever you please, but keep in your thoughts that once you elect to start the sensation you can not stop it. The vibrator will run its course, it may stop after just a few minutes, it may go longer, much longer. Once you start it you can't stop it. The vibrating sensation will be accompanied by my gentle stirring of your sexy little soles. I will not stop until the vibrations cease, I will intensify my delicate stimulation the longer you allow your sensual satisfaction. Once again you have your destiny in your hand.”
The thought of my tickling (yes tickling) for the first time you fully realize that you are going to be tickled. You instinctively knew that in this position that you were to be tickled, but the reality just set in. Fear and excitement fill you, not knowing fully what is next. Then the kiss of something exquisitely soft is trailing up your taught sole. Your helpless toes test their bonds. It is futile, the will be no removing the sensation. You are to receive this gentle stimulation.
You steady yourself.... "I can handle this... I can....Ohhh-my.... sooo soft.... Sooo gently intense". You close your lovely eyes as you fully realize that the overwhelming feeling to smile is consuming you.
It started with just a subtle sensation, you were surprised... caught off guard. An ear-to-ear smile appears on your lovely face which you are so hoping I don't see. I don't, but just from looking down on you magnificent soles I see betrayal...All of the attempts by your feet to remove themselves from the stimulation form the start of deep wrinkles forming on your creamy, creamy white skin! Your trapped feet are desperately seeking refuge but alas there is no refuge in store. You are already getting wet and ever more sexy! But it has been mere seconds; maybe it is the desperate situation....maybe it is your unfamiliar bondage. What ever it is you need more! And more you shall receive.....
You think about pressing the button to start your magical journey... but you stop to envision the future... how long will it go on?....more importantly how long could you possibly endure the two different sensations simultaneously? You know that you are weakening far too soon.
The gentle caressing stops, but at some level you still feel the delicate sensation. In a few more seconds it subsides, then nothing.
From my perspective gazing upon your curvy soles is a bit of an overload. Seeing your gorgeous milky soles creates a deep craving within me. On another day I would loose the battle with my dominant side in order to kiss, nuzzle and love those beautiful creations. Soooo soft soooo inviting..... Sooo dam hot! Things of beauty! To be cherished, loved, revered!
I don't recall seeing anything so beautiful... I scan my memory bank, flashes of women, feet, sexy legs! I think of all of the beautiful feet in my past... my boyhood first with my pretty older bible teacher with those amazing sky-high arches; what I did to her arches! It was well worth the beating I received by my father. The girl friends.....the ridiculous setups I created just to tickle a pretty stranger's unknowing feet. Thousands of images from the TMF, The Mousepad, 42nd street porn shops. I could not find soles that could be more beautiful then this living tickle toy.
I am now growing excited just by viewing the curves and valley's of your glorious soles. I don't know who is in deeper you or me? The anticipation is building... the air is electric.
I now am just inches away from your delectable toes, those little morsels were made just for my passionate hunger. My imagination takes over; I envision you with tears streaming down your flush cheeks. Your laughter is deep and sexual, in between girlish giggles that bubble out from your beautiful lips!
You are desperately trying to say ENOUGH! NO MORE. But laughter robs you of coherent words! Your stomach aches as if you did a marathon ab workout! Your thoughts are of my darting tongue and your restrained flesh! When I can't take it no longer I start my descent towards them...
I snap out of it.... Man get a hold of yourself!......you are the one in control she is your toy...your beautiful toy; and she must learn that if she decides that the TMF is her platform to tease you, that there is a dear price to pay.
“Hey Toy” I say, "You know what I love about this time of year?"
You meekly answer, No....no... I do not? “
“Thanksgiving” I announce, “Do you know what comes with Thanksgiving?”
“No.... No Sir I don't.”
“SIR!..... Who gave you the rite to address me?”
“I'm sorry...... I'm sooo sorry... Please” You arenow almost sobbing.
“FEATHER'S thousands and thousands of Turkey feathers. Around here there are almost and many as leaves on the fall ground. Just before winter turkeys shed just like other wild animals. Lo and behold they are everywhere! And as feathers go, turkey feathers as the most devastating on bare ticklish flesh.”
“My Toy, have you ever been tickled with a wild turkey feather?”
Your sexy feet tremble as the warmth of breath caresses them; the vision of them struggling in total confused anticipation stirs me deeply.
They constantly flex against their bonds causing me to almost feel sorry for them/you. I am developing my own relation with your alluring feet, they are mine and mine alone to play with, to caress, tickle and love; the beautiful woman attached to them is simply going along for the ride. I will soon get to know everything about them, What tools will titillate them what toys will torture them, what techniques will bring sexual bliss to the sexy creature attached to them.
I look at your snuggly wrapped form. Imagining the beautiful voluptuous curves beneath your cocoon, your silk like creamy skin, craving to be caressed. I think to myself, “Once I prove that I am worthy I may have the honor of…… But wait…. “Keep focused.” I tell myself.
You are becoming more panicked with each passing second. I feel your fear enveloping you. It has been a few minutes since you last heard my voice and the silence is nerve racking. You are at the mercy of this man that you barely know. How cruel might he be!?! How far will he push me!?! This was a bad Idea.
Anticipating the worst you desperately plea, “Please release me…please I won’t be able to handle this! I’m sooo scared…please!”
Tears fill your beautiful brown eyes the slight sound of you sobbing fills the room and my mind. I must …I must let her know…..
You now feel my full lips on your left sole. It is electric; my lips passionately, and very deliberately plant a slow thick kiss; full, deep and with all of passion of lovers first encounter.
This hits you very hard, you were certainly not ready for this. You let out a barely audible gasp! A very powerful wave pulses threw you!
The sensation is passionate….with a tickly feeling of love, admiration and sensual pleasure, but most of all some how you instantly feel safe. Instinctively you are less scared, less tense…your fear is being replaced by anticipation, and sensual excitement.
While still lingering over your stunning soft soles, so close that my breath feels solid as if it is something tangible. I ask you, “My Toy you do know you fully deserve what is coming?”
Although it is a question, my tone is telling you that you deserve what is about to come. I only ask just because I want to hear you say, “That you should be punished. For some reason hearing this statement from your sexy voice is an amazing turn on.
You take it one step better and in a pouty voice you add the phrase, “I have been a very naughty Toy” to it, causing my knees to buckle.
Who owns whom here?
I take the brown feather and run it along my palm, both with the tip flat on my hand, I also use it as you would a knife with a pointed sawing motion. Two amazingly different sensations if one pays attention.
I like to first feel everything instrament that I will use on you. It is so important that when I apply any tool or toy on you I know what the sensation feels like; the real trick is to anticipate how you will interpret it.
I elect to place the feather flat on your shapely sole where your sky-high arch meets the ball.
Ohhh heee Nooo heeee, a gentle Joyful stream of cute, girlish giggles bubble from your pretty mouth. The beautiful laughter joyfully escapes you.
I look in disbelief, thinking to myself, “ I just place it there, I haven’t even moved it yet.
It doesn’t matter. You are one sensitive woman, as sensitive as you are beautiful. Your giggles ensure that you do really enjoy the erotic stimulation, but also proves your total weakness to the turkey plume.
I think to myself this will be hours and hours of fun. The big pay-off to all of my visits to hardware, art and beauty supply stores, to doctor’s offices, and to flea markets. Everything that I have ever purchased in thoughts of drawing out helpless laughter from you figuring out what is exquisitely soft but not so soft where the sensation can get lost, all by trial and error.
Objects like my two Palm Three stylists, which are dully pointed and which seemed to be created just to tickle you. My very soft pointed sable eyebrow brush that I am per-determining to be your ultimate downfall.
I have hundreds and hundreds of toys that I have picked up in my travels all for this very moment, all to be used on you my tickle goddess.
My dear if you only knew all of the many different tickly sensations I have in store just for you, fear would once again overtake you!
More will certainly come.
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You went from un-assuringly sharing your beauty, to now confidently teasing me with it! I know that you are fully aware what you are doing. Please do correct me if I am wrong, but the flirtatious look in your beautiful eyes is now so strong, and more honest than ever. From my point of view, you are simply irresistible. The more I look at your beauty the more I want to look! You are not unlike a piece of renaissance art there to gaze upon and for one wonder what was on both the model's and artist's thoughts at the time of the creation. Fore you my dear are both the model and artist wrapped up in one sensual package.
For teasing me you must be punished!
I will begrudgingly leave the rest of your glorious body for the time being. Your soft sexy delicate soles are mine! Mine and mine alone... you will be a toy! My toy!....my beautiful little tickle toy.
You have put your haughty self in a position that you may not be able to handle. But it will be completely in your hands to stop or intensify your situation!
"Why have I left myself in this vulnerable position", you ask yourself. You are restrained face down on a thin velvet laced padded board. A board so thin you ample breast are spilling over the sides. Your glorious naked body wrapped to the padded plank in fine silk from your graceful neck down to your shapely ankles. Not only will the soft shimmering material hold you in place, it also becomes a sensitive second skin that will be later used to tease your entire shapely form, but not until I have shown you the error of your teasing ways!
Your creamy wrinkled soles are facing the heavens helpless to my desires! Your milky feet are forced in an immobile state with the help of soft yarn threaded in between each of your sexy little toes. Although you can feel warmth on your helpless soles you are unable to know the source. Soothing, relaxing, and delicious warmth kisses your amazing peds.
It is quite obvious that your sexy feet are being prepared for your punishment, but the sensation is dreamy and you are basking in it.
My deep voice snaps you out of your sublime state. "Toy", I start speaking, “You have been a very bad little tease, and you must be punished!” You now feel my hand find yours as I snake mine under your silken cocoon. Your palm is face up and you feel my warm fingers probing your soft flesh until the sensation of my hand is replace with something plastic.
You take full grasp of it, your curiosity is compelling you to figure out what it is and why you are holding it.
"Toy", Be still, just let it rest in your hand. In time you will have the opportunity to use it.... I know you are desperately trying to understand why I have placed it with you. It is a control. It controls your destiny."
You feel safe but, "My destiny" you think to yourself, "What is this guy talking about?"
"It controls your orgasmic destiny." My voice interrupts your thoughts, "That control is attached to a vibrator that will bring stimulation to your most intimate of area. You have the freedom to start and stop it whenever you please, but keep in your thoughts that once you elect to start the sensation you can not stop it. The vibrator will run its course, it may stop after just a few minutes, it may go longer, much longer. Once you start it you can't stop it. The vibrating sensation will be accompanied by my gentle stirring of your sexy little soles. I will not stop until the vibrations cease, I will intensify my delicate stimulation the longer you allow your sensual satisfaction. Once again you have your destiny in your hand.”
The thought of my tickling (yes tickling) for the first time you fully realize that you are going to be tickled. You instinctively knew that in this position that you were to be tickled, but the reality just set in. Fear and excitement fill you, not knowing fully what is next. Then the kiss of something exquisitely soft is trailing up your taught sole. Your helpless toes test their bonds. It is futile, the will be no removing the sensation. You are to receive this gentle stimulation.
You steady yourself.... "I can handle this... I can....Ohhh-my.... sooo soft.... Sooo gently intense". You close your lovely eyes as you fully realize that the overwhelming feeling to smile is consuming you.
It started with just a subtle sensation, you were surprised... caught off guard. An ear-to-ear smile appears on your lovely face which you are so hoping I don't see. I don't, but just from looking down on you magnificent soles I see betrayal...All of the attempts by your feet to remove themselves from the stimulation form the start of deep wrinkles forming on your creamy, creamy white skin! Your trapped feet are desperately seeking refuge but alas there is no refuge in store. You are already getting wet and ever more sexy! But it has been mere seconds; maybe it is the desperate situation....maybe it is your unfamiliar bondage. What ever it is you need more! And more you shall receive.....
You think about pressing the button to start your magical journey... but you stop to envision the future... how long will it go on?....more importantly how long could you possibly endure the two different sensations simultaneously? You know that you are weakening far too soon.
The gentle caressing stops, but at some level you still feel the delicate sensation. In a few more seconds it subsides, then nothing.
From my perspective gazing upon your curvy soles is a bit of an overload. Seeing your gorgeous milky soles creates a deep craving within me. On another day I would loose the battle with my dominant side in order to kiss, nuzzle and love those beautiful creations. Soooo soft soooo inviting..... Sooo dam hot! Things of beauty! To be cherished, loved, revered!
I don't recall seeing anything so beautiful... I scan my memory bank, flashes of women, feet, sexy legs! I think of all of the beautiful feet in my past... my boyhood first with my pretty older bible teacher with those amazing sky-high arches; what I did to her arches! It was well worth the beating I received by my father. The girl friends.....the ridiculous setups I created just to tickle a pretty stranger's unknowing feet. Thousands of images from the TMF, The Mousepad, 42nd street porn shops. I could not find soles that could be more beautiful then this living tickle toy.
I am now growing excited just by viewing the curves and valley's of your glorious soles. I don't know who is in deeper you or me? The anticipation is building... the air is electric.
I now am just inches away from your delectable toes, those little morsels were made just for my passionate hunger. My imagination takes over; I envision you with tears streaming down your flush cheeks. Your laughter is deep and sexual, in between girlish giggles that bubble out from your beautiful lips!
You are desperately trying to say ENOUGH! NO MORE. But laughter robs you of coherent words! Your stomach aches as if you did a marathon ab workout! Your thoughts are of my darting tongue and your restrained flesh! When I can't take it no longer I start my descent towards them...
I snap out of it.... Man get a hold of yourself!......you are the one in control she is your toy...your beautiful toy; and she must learn that if she decides that the TMF is her platform to tease you, that there is a dear price to pay.
“Hey Toy” I say, "You know what I love about this time of year?"
You meekly answer, No....no... I do not? “
“Thanksgiving” I announce, “Do you know what comes with Thanksgiving?”
“No.... No Sir I don't.”
“SIR!..... Who gave you the rite to address me?”
“I'm sorry...... I'm sooo sorry... Please” You arenow almost sobbing.
“FEATHER'S thousands and thousands of Turkey feathers. Around here there are almost and many as leaves on the fall ground. Just before winter turkeys shed just like other wild animals. Lo and behold they are everywhere! And as feathers go, turkey feathers as the most devastating on bare ticklish flesh.”
“My Toy, have you ever been tickled with a wild turkey feather?”
Your sexy feet tremble as the warmth of breath caresses them; the vision of them struggling in total confused anticipation stirs me deeply.
They constantly flex against their bonds causing me to almost feel sorry for them/you. I am developing my own relation with your alluring feet, they are mine and mine alone to play with, to caress, tickle and love; the beautiful woman attached to them is simply going along for the ride. I will soon get to know everything about them, What tools will titillate them what toys will torture them, what techniques will bring sexual bliss to the sexy creature attached to them.
I look at your snuggly wrapped form. Imagining the beautiful voluptuous curves beneath your cocoon, your silk like creamy skin, craving to be caressed. I think to myself, “Once I prove that I am worthy I may have the honor of…… But wait…. “Keep focused.” I tell myself.
You are becoming more panicked with each passing second. I feel your fear enveloping you. It has been a few minutes since you last heard my voice and the silence is nerve racking. You are at the mercy of this man that you barely know. How cruel might he be!?! How far will he push me!?! This was a bad Idea.
Anticipating the worst you desperately plea, “Please release me…please I won’t be able to handle this! I’m sooo scared…please!”
Tears fill your beautiful brown eyes the slight sound of you sobbing fills the room and my mind. I must …I must let her know…..
You now feel my full lips on your left sole. It is electric; my lips passionately, and very deliberately plant a slow thick kiss; full, deep and with all of passion of lovers first encounter.
This hits you very hard, you were certainly not ready for this. You let out a barely audible gasp! A very powerful wave pulses threw you!
The sensation is passionate….with a tickly feeling of love, admiration and sensual pleasure, but most of all some how you instantly feel safe. Instinctively you are less scared, less tense…your fear is being replaced by anticipation, and sensual excitement.
While still lingering over your stunning soft soles, so close that my breath feels solid as if it is something tangible. I ask you, “My Toy you do know you fully deserve what is coming?”
Although it is a question, my tone is telling you that you deserve what is about to come. I only ask just because I want to hear you say, “That you should be punished. For some reason hearing this statement from your sexy voice is an amazing turn on.
You take it one step better and in a pouty voice you add the phrase, “I have been a very naughty Toy” to it, causing my knees to buckle.
Who owns whom here?
I take the brown feather and run it along my palm, both with the tip flat on my hand, I also use it as you would a knife with a pointed sawing motion. Two amazingly different sensations if one pays attention.
I like to first feel everything instrament that I will use on you. It is so important that when I apply any tool or toy on you I know what the sensation feels like; the real trick is to anticipate how you will interpret it.
I elect to place the feather flat on your shapely sole where your sky-high arch meets the ball.
Ohhh heee Nooo heeee, a gentle Joyful stream of cute, girlish giggles bubble from your pretty mouth. The beautiful laughter joyfully escapes you.
I look in disbelief, thinking to myself, “ I just place it there, I haven’t even moved it yet.
It doesn’t matter. You are one sensitive woman, as sensitive as you are beautiful. Your giggles ensure that you do really enjoy the erotic stimulation, but also proves your total weakness to the turkey plume.
I think to myself this will be hours and hours of fun. The big pay-off to all of my visits to hardware, art and beauty supply stores, to doctor’s offices, and to flea markets. Everything that I have ever purchased in thoughts of drawing out helpless laughter from you figuring out what is exquisitely soft but not so soft where the sensation can get lost, all by trial and error.
Objects like my two Palm Three stylists, which are dully pointed and which seemed to be created just to tickle you. My very soft pointed sable eyebrow brush that I am per-determining to be your ultimate downfall.
I have hundreds and hundreds of toys that I have picked up in my travels all for this very moment, all to be used on you my tickle goddess.
My dear if you only knew all of the many different tickly sensations I have in store just for you, fear would once again overtake you!
More will certainly come.
