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A MOMENT IN TIME
By Morandilas
Darkness, blackness, total silence enveloped her senses. She trembled with
anticipation. A tinge of fear, perhaps even panic had set in. But the
excitement of the moment set her on fire. Her tongue moistened her crimson
lips. Her ears strained to detect the slightest sound. Her arms hung limply
from the shackles above her head. She stirred nervously on the leather padded
bench. Her out stretched legs tense. Her stocked, bared feet not daring to move
and attract any kind of attention.
Clive sat still and drank in the moment. He sat in a rustic, overstuffed chair
directly in front of his damsel in distress. Nicolette had never looked more
ravishing to him. Vulnerable, innocent, alluring, were all words that came to
his mind as he absorbed every fiber of her being through his eyes. A thin Layer
of nervous perspiration covered her near perfect form which caused a glowing
effect on her apple blossom skin.
The blindfold he had placed on her was effective in heightening her tension and
excitement. Yet it denied him the beauty of her eyes. A heavy price to pay he
mused as her stood up and approached his captive goddess.
Nicole gasped at the sound of his movement. The fire inside her burned fiercer
and she let out a deep sigh following her surprised gasp.
Clive dressed in total black, spiraled around his captive in ever tighter
circles . His hands Clasped with white knuckle pressure. His pale blue eyes
sparkled as her reflection was embedded in his gaze. He reached out and
stroked her short raven hair as he stooped at her side and gently blew upon the
taunt smooth hollow of her exposed underarm.
Nicole lost her composure and gasped loudly again and futilely struggled to
pull down her assaulted armpit. Her whole body pulled as far as it could away
from the tickling breeze. Gooseflesh began to rise and the fire within burned
out of control.
Clive followed by gently blowing on both of her swollen nipples. He then
lightly drew his tongue across each and she moaned and then giggled softly.
Clive stepped behind her and kissed the nape of her neck. The kiss sent
tingling sparks of electricity up and down her spine. Nicole giggled softly and
enjoyed his hot breath on her neck.
"Ticklish my sweet?" Clive whispered while nibbling on her ear.
Nicole held her breath when the realization of the question hit her. Dread
mixed with burning desire sent signals throughout her body that would make her
even more ticklish then ever before if that was even possible.
Fingers gently brushed the left side of her torso while a single finger
scribbled in the hollow of her right armpit.
Nicole squealed and then laughed as every inch of her body exploded in extreme
ticklishness. The struggling to escape began in earnest. She balled her hands
into fists and pulled at her shackles with all her might. She struggle to
remove her captive soles from the stocks but her fight was for naught. She was
not going to escape Clive's carefully prepared bondage no matter how hard she
tried.
Clive suddenly clamped his hands on each side of her delicate and ticklish rib
cage. He hesitated for a moment as she squirmed in his grasp and screamed for
mercy between fits of hysterical laughter. Clive grinned and began to drum
his fingers up and down her ribs.
Nicole was in the throes of ticklish agony as Clive explored and tickled her
ribs. She could do nothing to prevent him and yet her mind raced to find some
way to escape the merciless tickling of his fiendish digits.
While a willing participant in Clive's erotic game, she now truly wanted to
escape the tickle torture despite her all consuming arousal. But she knew her
journey of torment had only just begun and somewhere deep inside of her she was
thankful .
After several minutes of rib tickling mayhem. Clive retracted his wiggling
fingers and stood watching Nicole as she fought to contain her own hilarity.
Clive new the extreme effect his tickling had on his beautiful wife. She
dreaded the torture but relished every moment of it. She was a contrast of
conflicting emotions. But the end result was total sexual bliss for them both.
Clive reached down and squeezed both of her lovely kneecaps causing Nicole to
scream out and thrash wildly in her bounds. He applied a little more pressure
with a series of short squeezes that had her shaking her head from side to side
and laughing with wild abandon.
Clive laughed amused by her reaction and kept his hands on her kneecaps but
stopped applying pressure. This had little effect in reducing Nicole's crazed
attempts at breaking free and her level of laughter remained the same. She was
frantic.
"Noooo, please not that!" Nicole pleaded.
Clive relented but drilled a single digit into her belly button causing even
more frantic squeals and pleading from Nicole.
Clive watched his wife begging for mercy and screaming with laughter. Her
slowly let up on the ticklish drilling of her abdomen and reflected that
despite their games, tickling could truly be used to torture his wife. As
intense as their tickling could become she would be no match if ever imprisoned
and truly tickle tortured by sadists. Although he would never wish this upon
her, the idea always aroused him.
Clive straddled Nicole and waited for her laughter to subside. Just as she
began to regain a tad of her composure her squeezed her lower sides and cause
her to shriek. He them danced his fingertips up her torso and ended his journey
in a relentless tickling of her smooth hollows.
Nicole was screeching with laughter. She shook her head spraying Clive with
sweat and tears. His fingers danced, and scribbled within the hollows and were
driving her mad. The tickling was horrible and yet at the edge of her insanity
she could feel the powerful rise of erotic elation.
Clive stopped the torture abruptly and pressed his lips tightly against hers
muffling her laughter. When she calmed her licked her lips and then parted
them with his darting tongue and filled her mouth with his passion. They
endeavored to swallow each other as their kisses drove deep.
His hands clamped tightly to her head he struggled to withdraw his swirling
tongue and looked upon her. She touched the tip of her nose with her own tongue
and then giggled mischievously . He knew that their passion had brought her to
climax. His thumbs screwed into her pelvis region and she screamed in ticklish
surprise. He relented and brought his hands up and removed her blindfold.
Their eyes darted back and forth drinking each other in. Nicole began to speak
but Clive silenced her with a finger placed upon her lips. He stood up and
began to walk to the foot of the stocks. Nicole starred in shock and then began
to babble pleas of mercy as fast as she could utter them.
"Clive, darling, please not the feet!" She spat out just before he drew to lazy
fingers up her soles.
Nicole exploded with laughter. Her toes wiggled and Clive for the first time
bellowed with laughter as he delighted in scrambling his fingers all over the
bottoms of her wiggling feet. Nicole screamed for mercy as the ticklish
sensations drove through her driving her to the brink of her sanity. Yet her
heart signaled her brain to forever capture this moment in time.
-The End-
By Morandilas
Darkness, blackness, total silence enveloped her senses. She trembled with
anticipation. A tinge of fear, perhaps even panic had set in. But the
excitement of the moment set her on fire. Her tongue moistened her crimson
lips. Her ears strained to detect the slightest sound. Her arms hung limply
from the shackles above her head. She stirred nervously on the leather padded
bench. Her out stretched legs tense. Her stocked, bared feet not daring to move
and attract any kind of attention.
Clive sat still and drank in the moment. He sat in a rustic, overstuffed chair
directly in front of his damsel in distress. Nicolette had never looked more
ravishing to him. Vulnerable, innocent, alluring, were all words that came to
his mind as he absorbed every fiber of her being through his eyes. A thin Layer
of nervous perspiration covered her near perfect form which caused a glowing
effect on her apple blossom skin.
The blindfold he had placed on her was effective in heightening her tension and
excitement. Yet it denied him the beauty of her eyes. A heavy price to pay he
mused as her stood up and approached his captive goddess.
Nicole gasped at the sound of his movement. The fire inside her burned fiercer
and she let out a deep sigh following her surprised gasp.
Clive dressed in total black, spiraled around his captive in ever tighter
circles . His hands Clasped with white knuckle pressure. His pale blue eyes
sparkled as her reflection was embedded in his gaze. He reached out and
stroked her short raven hair as he stooped at her side and gently blew upon the
taunt smooth hollow of her exposed underarm.
Nicole lost her composure and gasped loudly again and futilely struggled to
pull down her assaulted armpit. Her whole body pulled as far as it could away
from the tickling breeze. Gooseflesh began to rise and the fire within burned
out of control.
Clive followed by gently blowing on both of her swollen nipples. He then
lightly drew his tongue across each and she moaned and then giggled softly.
Clive stepped behind her and kissed the nape of her neck. The kiss sent
tingling sparks of electricity up and down her spine. Nicole giggled softly and
enjoyed his hot breath on her neck.
"Ticklish my sweet?" Clive whispered while nibbling on her ear.
Nicole held her breath when the realization of the question hit her. Dread
mixed with burning desire sent signals throughout her body that would make her
even more ticklish then ever before if that was even possible.
Fingers gently brushed the left side of her torso while a single finger
scribbled in the hollow of her right armpit.
Nicole squealed and then laughed as every inch of her body exploded in extreme
ticklishness. The struggling to escape began in earnest. She balled her hands
into fists and pulled at her shackles with all her might. She struggle to
remove her captive soles from the stocks but her fight was for naught. She was
not going to escape Clive's carefully prepared bondage no matter how hard she
tried.
Clive suddenly clamped his hands on each side of her delicate and ticklish rib
cage. He hesitated for a moment as she squirmed in his grasp and screamed for
mercy between fits of hysterical laughter. Clive grinned and began to drum
his fingers up and down her ribs.
Nicole was in the throes of ticklish agony as Clive explored and tickled her
ribs. She could do nothing to prevent him and yet her mind raced to find some
way to escape the merciless tickling of his fiendish digits.
While a willing participant in Clive's erotic game, she now truly wanted to
escape the tickle torture despite her all consuming arousal. But she knew her
journey of torment had only just begun and somewhere deep inside of her she was
thankful .
After several minutes of rib tickling mayhem. Clive retracted his wiggling
fingers and stood watching Nicole as she fought to contain her own hilarity.
Clive new the extreme effect his tickling had on his beautiful wife. She
dreaded the torture but relished every moment of it. She was a contrast of
conflicting emotions. But the end result was total sexual bliss for them both.
Clive reached down and squeezed both of her lovely kneecaps causing Nicole to
scream out and thrash wildly in her bounds. He applied a little more pressure
with a series of short squeezes that had her shaking her head from side to side
and laughing with wild abandon.
Clive laughed amused by her reaction and kept his hands on her kneecaps but
stopped applying pressure. This had little effect in reducing Nicole's crazed
attempts at breaking free and her level of laughter remained the same. She was
frantic.
"Noooo, please not that!" Nicole pleaded.
Clive relented but drilled a single digit into her belly button causing even
more frantic squeals and pleading from Nicole.
Clive watched his wife begging for mercy and screaming with laughter. Her
slowly let up on the ticklish drilling of her abdomen and reflected that
despite their games, tickling could truly be used to torture his wife. As
intense as their tickling could become she would be no match if ever imprisoned
and truly tickle tortured by sadists. Although he would never wish this upon
her, the idea always aroused him.
Clive straddled Nicole and waited for her laughter to subside. Just as she
began to regain a tad of her composure her squeezed her lower sides and cause
her to shriek. He them danced his fingertips up her torso and ended his journey
in a relentless tickling of her smooth hollows.
Nicole was screeching with laughter. She shook her head spraying Clive with
sweat and tears. His fingers danced, and scribbled within the hollows and were
driving her mad. The tickling was horrible and yet at the edge of her insanity
she could feel the powerful rise of erotic elation.
Clive stopped the torture abruptly and pressed his lips tightly against hers
muffling her laughter. When she calmed her licked her lips and then parted
them with his darting tongue and filled her mouth with his passion. They
endeavored to swallow each other as their kisses drove deep.
His hands clamped tightly to her head he struggled to withdraw his swirling
tongue and looked upon her. She touched the tip of her nose with her own tongue
and then giggled mischievously . He knew that their passion had brought her to
climax. His thumbs screwed into her pelvis region and she screamed in ticklish
surprise. He relented and brought his hands up and removed her blindfold.
Their eyes darted back and forth drinking each other in. Nicole began to speak
but Clive silenced her with a finger placed upon her lips. He stood up and
began to walk to the foot of the stocks. Nicole starred in shock and then began
to babble pleas of mercy as fast as she could utter them.
"Clive, darling, please not the feet!" She spat out just before he drew to lazy
fingers up her soles.
Nicole exploded with laughter. Her toes wiggled and Clive for the first time
bellowed with laughter as he delighted in scrambling his fingers all over the
bottoms of her wiggling feet. Nicole screamed for mercy as the ticklish
sensations drove through her driving her to the brink of her sanity. Yet her
heart signaled her brain to forever capture this moment in time.
-The End-
