pdxguy
05-13-2005, 03:50 AM
I posted this story a while back to TickleTheater (I post there as nycguy); it got a number of reads but no replies. Since this board has different members, I thought I'd post the story here to see what type of reaction it gets (if any!). Hope you enjoy.
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I'm so excited that you've finally consented to let me tie you up and have my way with you. It's been a week since we last saw each other, and just waiting that long was simply torture for me.
After a light dinner, we head to the couch and begin to make out. As much as I love to touch you, I try to keep my hands under control. (They'll have plenty to do soon enough!)
"It's time," I say after a few minutes of tender kissing. I take you by the hand and lead you to the bedroom. Everything there looks the same as always, save for four leather cuffs lying on the corners of the bed. The cuffs are lined with something resembling white fur, and are attached by ropes to the bed legs.
"I hope those won't hurt!" you say half-jokingly.
"Don't worry -- they won't," I say, planting a kiss on your forehead and running my hands along your arms. As I pull you into me, our lips meet for a few seconds of delicious kissing. I then reach down and take hold of the bottom of your T-shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal a shiny blue brassiere holding your creamy breasts. Once your shirt is off and lying on the floor, I run my hands down your smooth belly to the clasp of your jeans, making you giggle.
"I'm ticklish," you say with a smile.
"I know," I reply as I glance at your adorable innie bellybutton.
I undo your jeans and pull them down to your ankles, exposing first a pair of sexy blue panties that match your bra, and then the milky skin of your lovely legs. After you kick the jeans away, I pick you up and and place you on your back on the bed.
Being as gentle as possible, I take your right wrist and put it into one of the cuffs. To your surprise, the fur-like material feels rather good on your skin. I then buckle the cuff's clasp, making sure it's snug without being too tight. Moving to your right ankle, I do the same with the cuff there. Next comes your left ankle, and then your left wrist. While I admire your beautiful body stretched out before me, you try to squirm a bit to test the security of your bonds. You can bend your knees and elbows slightly, and can move your head and neck, but other than that there's nothing you can do: you're completely helpless.
Moving back to your right side, I bend down to give you another kiss. After breaking the kiss, I lightly run the tip of my index finger across your underarm. You gasp, then let out a high-pitched giggle.
"No fair!" you say in protest.
"Perhaps not fair, but definitely fair game," I reply with a grin. I then run my fingertip down your right side until it reaches the soft material of your panties. This action causes you to giggle again. Taking delight in your reaction, I wiggle all five of my fingers across the skin around your bellybutton. This action, in addition to producing cute giggles from you, makes you squirm and struggle against your bonds. "I can't move!" you say as you try in vain to shift your belly away from my fingers.
I then lean over you and wiggle both sets of fingers in both of your armpits. Your giggles give way to full-throated laughter.
Deciding not to give you a break just yet, I run my wiggling fingers from your underarms to the area under your breasts, then to your upper midsection, and then down to the soft skin of your belly. Your laughter fills the room as you continue to struggle and squirm.
Deciding to give you a quick breather now, I stop tickling you to spend a moment admiring your navel. I think about how much I love to kiss you there during foreplay, using my tongue to explore the sensitive little crevice.
"Aren't you going to kiss my bellybutton?" you ask, having somewhat recovered from the recent onslaught of tickling. "I know how much it turns you on."
"Don't you worry about that," I reply. "It's going to get plenty of attention!"
Sliding off the end of the bed, I kneel to get a good look at the soles of your feet. Even though I don't have a foot fetish, I can appreciate how tantalizing your feet look when they're made practically immobile by the cuffs.
Using the tips of both fingertips, I begin to lightly stroke your soles right in the middle. But because the cuffs aren't TOO tight, you're able to move your feet away.
"OK -- time to play dirty," I say. Gently but firmly I grab your left ankle with my left hand. You're unable to move away now. First two, then three, then all of the fingers of my right hand become busy tormenting the sensitive skin of your sole. The more you squirm, the more I tickle.
"Want a break?" I ask.
"YES!" you reply.
"OK, then on to the next foot!" I grasp your right ankle and begin to employ the technique that worked so well on your other foot. After about 90 seconds of that, the tickling stops.
For a moment, you feel nothing, and the room is silent. Then, you feel something: my warm mouth and tongue on the toes of your right foot. You try to relax as I lick and suck on each toe, working my way from the big one to the tiny, adorable little one. Even though it feels good to you, it still tickles a little. Every few seconds you let off a tiny high-pitched giggle.
"It's called shrimping," I tell you. "I've always wanted to try it."
I then apply the same technique to the toes of your left foot. This time, you're able to relax and enjoy the sensation.
Finally, I stop sucking on your toes, deciding that my true fetish is calling.
I climb back onto the bed and lie face-down, with your legs on either side of me. As I position my face over your midsection, my eyes focus on the impossibly cute depression in the middle of your belly. Lowering my mouth to your navel, I begin to explore it with my lips and tongue.
Even though it tickles a little, you lie still as my tongue probes your umbilicus. In the past you'd stroke my hair or play with your nipples as I did this, but this time your hands are unable to participate.
"I'm so wet right now," you say as you arch your back in an attempt to rub your swollen clit against my chest.
"Mmmmmmmm," is all I'm able to offer verbally, with my tongue still exploring your navel.
Then, without warning, you feel my fingers dig into your sides, just below your lower ribs.
"Heeheeheeheeheehee!" you shriek. You try to squirm in an attempt to make the tickling more bearable, but my weight on your lower body makes that impossible. Turned on by the sound of your giggles, I grind my erection into the bed, never taking my tongue away from your bellybutton.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity to you, the pleasure/pain stops.
I look down at your panties and notice a wet spot over your pussy. Then I look into your eyes.
"I'm horny as hell right now," you say as you look back at me. "Once I'm untied I'm going to pounce on you."
"I look forward to it," I say with a grin. "But we're not done yet."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I mean that I've -- I've licked your bellybutton, but not tickled it."
"OK, let me go already. Let me--"
Before you can finish the sentence, I poke my fingertip into your navel and begin to wiggle it around. Again, the room is filled with your laughter.
"No, no, no! Not my bel-ly-but-ton!" is all you're able to say as I tease and torment your adorable navel with my fingers. Then, unable to control myself, I begin once again to tickle your sides while I french-kiss the sweet little depression in your belly.
Finally, I stop. You're panting, sweating, and your chest is heaving. I realize that it's time to let you go.
I quickly free your ankles, and then your wrists. Noticing that they're a little red, I take some time to gently rub them. I then lie down by your side and lean over to give you a kiss.
"You were great," I say as stroke your beautiful hair.
"So were you," you reply as you put your head on my chest.
We hold each other for a few minutes, saying nothing. You break the silence.
"Well, I've got to pee!" You then get up and head for the bathroom.
"OK," I say. "I'll meet you back in the living room."
You turn around to face me. "Oh, no you won't. We're not done yet," you tell me.
"You mean -- you want to be tickled some more?"
You laugh and shake your head. "No, I don't mean that. I mean that all of that tickling has made me incredibly horny. My panties are soaked!"
I can only smile. After you shut the bathroom door, I untie the cuffs from the bed and put them away. After I pick up your clothes and drape them over a chair, I make myself comfortable on the bed and eagerly wait for you to return.
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I'm so excited that you've finally consented to let me tie you up and have my way with you. It's been a week since we last saw each other, and just waiting that long was simply torture for me.
After a light dinner, we head to the couch and begin to make out. As much as I love to touch you, I try to keep my hands under control. (They'll have plenty to do soon enough!)
"It's time," I say after a few minutes of tender kissing. I take you by the hand and lead you to the bedroom. Everything there looks the same as always, save for four leather cuffs lying on the corners of the bed. The cuffs are lined with something resembling white fur, and are attached by ropes to the bed legs.
"I hope those won't hurt!" you say half-jokingly.
"Don't worry -- they won't," I say, planting a kiss on your forehead and running my hands along your arms. As I pull you into me, our lips meet for a few seconds of delicious kissing. I then reach down and take hold of the bottom of your T-shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal a shiny blue brassiere holding your creamy breasts. Once your shirt is off and lying on the floor, I run my hands down your smooth belly to the clasp of your jeans, making you giggle.
"I'm ticklish," you say with a smile.
"I know," I reply as I glance at your adorable innie bellybutton.
I undo your jeans and pull them down to your ankles, exposing first a pair of sexy blue panties that match your bra, and then the milky skin of your lovely legs. After you kick the jeans away, I pick you up and and place you on your back on the bed.
Being as gentle as possible, I take your right wrist and put it into one of the cuffs. To your surprise, the fur-like material feels rather good on your skin. I then buckle the cuff's clasp, making sure it's snug without being too tight. Moving to your right ankle, I do the same with the cuff there. Next comes your left ankle, and then your left wrist. While I admire your beautiful body stretched out before me, you try to squirm a bit to test the security of your bonds. You can bend your knees and elbows slightly, and can move your head and neck, but other than that there's nothing you can do: you're completely helpless.
Moving back to your right side, I bend down to give you another kiss. After breaking the kiss, I lightly run the tip of my index finger across your underarm. You gasp, then let out a high-pitched giggle.
"No fair!" you say in protest.
"Perhaps not fair, but definitely fair game," I reply with a grin. I then run my fingertip down your right side until it reaches the soft material of your panties. This action causes you to giggle again. Taking delight in your reaction, I wiggle all five of my fingers across the skin around your bellybutton. This action, in addition to producing cute giggles from you, makes you squirm and struggle against your bonds. "I can't move!" you say as you try in vain to shift your belly away from my fingers.
I then lean over you and wiggle both sets of fingers in both of your armpits. Your giggles give way to full-throated laughter.
Deciding not to give you a break just yet, I run my wiggling fingers from your underarms to the area under your breasts, then to your upper midsection, and then down to the soft skin of your belly. Your laughter fills the room as you continue to struggle and squirm.
Deciding to give you a quick breather now, I stop tickling you to spend a moment admiring your navel. I think about how much I love to kiss you there during foreplay, using my tongue to explore the sensitive little crevice.
"Aren't you going to kiss my bellybutton?" you ask, having somewhat recovered from the recent onslaught of tickling. "I know how much it turns you on."
"Don't you worry about that," I reply. "It's going to get plenty of attention!"
Sliding off the end of the bed, I kneel to get a good look at the soles of your feet. Even though I don't have a foot fetish, I can appreciate how tantalizing your feet look when they're made practically immobile by the cuffs.
Using the tips of both fingertips, I begin to lightly stroke your soles right in the middle. But because the cuffs aren't TOO tight, you're able to move your feet away.
"OK -- time to play dirty," I say. Gently but firmly I grab your left ankle with my left hand. You're unable to move away now. First two, then three, then all of the fingers of my right hand become busy tormenting the sensitive skin of your sole. The more you squirm, the more I tickle.
"Want a break?" I ask.
"YES!" you reply.
"OK, then on to the next foot!" I grasp your right ankle and begin to employ the technique that worked so well on your other foot. After about 90 seconds of that, the tickling stops.
For a moment, you feel nothing, and the room is silent. Then, you feel something: my warm mouth and tongue on the toes of your right foot. You try to relax as I lick and suck on each toe, working my way from the big one to the tiny, adorable little one. Even though it feels good to you, it still tickles a little. Every few seconds you let off a tiny high-pitched giggle.
"It's called shrimping," I tell you. "I've always wanted to try it."
I then apply the same technique to the toes of your left foot. This time, you're able to relax and enjoy the sensation.
Finally, I stop sucking on your toes, deciding that my true fetish is calling.
I climb back onto the bed and lie face-down, with your legs on either side of me. As I position my face over your midsection, my eyes focus on the impossibly cute depression in the middle of your belly. Lowering my mouth to your navel, I begin to explore it with my lips and tongue.
Even though it tickles a little, you lie still as my tongue probes your umbilicus. In the past you'd stroke my hair or play with your nipples as I did this, but this time your hands are unable to participate.
"I'm so wet right now," you say as you arch your back in an attempt to rub your swollen clit against my chest.
"Mmmmmmmm," is all I'm able to offer verbally, with my tongue still exploring your navel.
Then, without warning, you feel my fingers dig into your sides, just below your lower ribs.
"Heeheeheeheeheehee!" you shriek. You try to squirm in an attempt to make the tickling more bearable, but my weight on your lower body makes that impossible. Turned on by the sound of your giggles, I grind my erection into the bed, never taking my tongue away from your bellybutton.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity to you, the pleasure/pain stops.
I look down at your panties and notice a wet spot over your pussy. Then I look into your eyes.
"I'm horny as hell right now," you say as you look back at me. "Once I'm untied I'm going to pounce on you."
"I look forward to it," I say with a grin. "But we're not done yet."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I mean that I've -- I've licked your bellybutton, but not tickled it."
"OK, let me go already. Let me--"
Before you can finish the sentence, I poke my fingertip into your navel and begin to wiggle it around. Again, the room is filled with your laughter.
"No, no, no! Not my bel-ly-but-ton!" is all you're able to say as I tease and torment your adorable navel with my fingers. Then, unable to control myself, I begin once again to tickle your sides while I french-kiss the sweet little depression in your belly.
Finally, I stop. You're panting, sweating, and your chest is heaving. I realize that it's time to let you go.
I quickly free your ankles, and then your wrists. Noticing that they're a little red, I take some time to gently rub them. I then lie down by your side and lean over to give you a kiss.
"You were great," I say as stroke your beautiful hair.
"So were you," you reply as you put your head on my chest.
We hold each other for a few minutes, saying nothing. You break the silence.
"Well, I've got to pee!" You then get up and head for the bathroom.
"OK," I say. "I'll meet you back in the living room."
You turn around to face me. "Oh, no you won't. We're not done yet," you tell me.
"You mean -- you want to be tickled some more?"
You laugh and shake your head. "No, I don't mean that. I mean that all of that tickling has made me incredibly horny. My panties are soaked!"
I can only smile. After you shut the bathroom door, I untie the cuffs from the bed and put them away. After I pick up your clothes and drape them over a chair, I make myself comfortable on the bed and eagerly wait for you to return.