Lisa’s Surprise
Lisa stepped through the door, sighing and slipping her feet out of her high heeled shoes. She kicked them halfway across the room, not caring where they ended up, and collapsed on the couch. She closed her eyes and ran her slender fingers through her redish brown hair, finally getting a chance to relax. Her day had been so stressful…she wished her husband was home to help her “unwind.”
She giggled at the thought. It was a shame her hubby was off at that business meeting in Tokyo, since she really wanted his attentions. He always knew how to make her feel better. “But,” she thought to herself, “he’s not here, so I guess I have to de-stress all by myself.” Her libido was starting to wind up as she thought about all her toys upstairs. She stood up, her bare, size 6 feet padding across the rug as she walked to the stairs. Her shoulder-length hair bounced slightly as she went up to the bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse as she went, and any man would have drooled as her thin, sexy body ascended, covered in a tight fitting knee length skirt.
She turned the door handle and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She screamed as a strong, firm hand clamped around her mouth, muffling her cry of terror. Another arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pinning her arms tightly to her sides. Her eyes, wide with terror, looked back and forth about the room, catching a glimpse of her attacker in the mirror. Her heart slowly descended from her chest as she saw her husband, Jason, holding her tightly from behind.
She squealed as he picked her up and tossed her onto her belly on the bed. He immediately sat on her hips, pinning her down under his weight. “Oh, honey!! I thought you were overseas! Why are you here?”
Her husband’s reaction surprised and scared her. “Shut up, bitch, or else.” Roughly, Jason grabbed her wrists and yanked them behind her back. Lisa yelped in pain as he tightly bound her wrists together with a surprisingly soft, assumedly nylon rope. “W-what are you doing, sweetie?” she asked.
“What did I just tell you? Shut your mouth!” Jason reached underneath the pillow of the bed and revealed hidden toys…her favorite vibrator, a black velvet sleeping mask, more nylon rope, a pair of scissors, and a roll of duct tape. Jason grabbed the tape and ripped off a strip of it, roughly slapping it across her lips. He pulled off two more strips and secured them over the first. Lisa was starting to get scared; her husband never acted this way before. She mumbled into her tape gag, trying to ask questions and find out what was going on.
Within seconds, her vision was also cut off as Jason put the sleeping mask around her eyes. Lisa wiggled underneath him, trying to get out from under his weight, but she was barely over 110 pounds, and Jason was about twice that and a full head and shoulders taller than she.
Lisa could feet her husband reaching under the pillow again, and once he grabbed something, he got off of her. Still holding her down by laying over her, he tightly tied the worried woman’s ankles together, tying the nylon rope around and between her ankles repeatedly. He then bent her knees and tied her bound wrists to her ankles, hogtieing her.
Lisa’s mind was boggled; her husband never did anything even remotely dominant like this before. Her heart was again beating as fast as a hummingbird’s, but strangely, her internal embers were slowly flaring up. Her womanhood tingled with nervous anticipation or what might be to come.
The bound, helpless girl squealed into her tape gag as she felt her husband’s fingertips slowly stroking over her smooth, pedicured soles. Her feet were helplessly ticklish, and the weekly foot appointments she had at the local spa didn’t help. She loved taking care of her feet and showing them off, but they were rarely touched, since she knew how desperately sensitive they were. She lotioned them every morning and kept them as soft as possible, and her toenails were painted bright cherry red.
She couldn’t help but giggle hysterically into her sticky gag as her feet were lightly tickled, her husband’s fingertips stroking up and down the length of her soles. Slowly she could feel her captor tickling faster and harder, and within only a few seconds, she was screaming into her gag, trying desperately to escape. Jason has positioned himself behind her, pinning her legs together with his own to keep her still as he tortured her.
“Mmmph ppplmmmmse!! Hhhhmmhmhmhmhmh!!!” Lisa couldn’t help but beg as she was tickled silly, the fingertips raping her soles mercilessly. She yelped when she felt her husband’s warm, wet mouth wrapping around her big toes and holding them still. His tongue slithered around her toes as his fingertips stroked her smooth, soft arches, and poor Lisa was in hell. She hysterically thrashed her head back and forth, her hair flying wildly around, and tried to wiggle her toes.
In the back of her mind, she realized that her libido was rapidly rising. She could feel moisture collecting between her legs, the new sensation of being so utterly helpless and being controlled so viciously boiling her pot. This thought was quickly put away as she screamed bloody murder into the tape, as her husband found a certain spot on both soles, right near the balls of her feet, and dug in with his fingertips.
Lisa could barely breathe. The gag was keeping her from inhaling properly, and her nose just couldn’t move air fast enough. She continued to laugh and squeal into her gag as the tickling of her perfect feet continued, and she started to feel light-headed. A few moments later, just as she fell into silent laughter, the tickling stopped as abruptly as it began.
The bound girl gasped for air through her nose, her nostrils flaring. Jason seemed to just be holding her there, giving her time to breathe. After a moment or two, she felt him reaching under the pillow. Jason pushed her over onto her side and roughly ripped her blouse open in the front, popping off the three remaining buttons. Lisa squealed in protest; that was her favorite blouse and he knew it! It got worse when she felt the cold metal of the scissors she saw earlier against her skin, and heard the snipping sound of the sleeves of her blouse being sliced through. Within seconds, her blouse was shredded, and it was yanked away from her. The same fate was suffered by her bra, revealing her bare breasts to the cool air. Her nipples were stiff, despite her being so angry about losing her blouse and bra to the scissors.
Jason held her in her spot with one strong arm as his other hand started to lightly tickle down her front, starting at her neck. She scrunched her shoulder, but not in time. His fingers wiggled against her neck and she squealed, girlish giggles erupting from beneath her gag. He knew this was a big turn on spot for her, and continued to tease it. Lisa gasped through her nose as conflicting sensations of ticklishness and arousal stirred her womanhood. She felt so helpless, her breasts bared to her husband, and having no control over what was happening.
Soon, Jason’s hand tickled down over her sensitive chest, and she continued to giggle. Her nipples stood at attention as he flicked and scratched them, eliciting moans and laughter at the same time. She could feel her core becoming slicker every second. Jason lightly fluttered his fingertips around the edges of her breasts, and she giggled more intensely. Soon he went underneath her chest and she erupted into full-bore, albeit muffled, guffaws. She never knew how sensitive her chest was!
For what felt like an eternity but was only a few minutes, her breasts were subjected to this teasing torture. Her mind and body were confused; she wanted so desperately to get away from the tickling, but her libido was becoming so hot…
With that, her eyes shot open underneath her blindfold, as her husband grabbed both her sides and vibrated his fingers into her ribs. She screamed in agony under the gag, the pressure tickling worse than she’d ever felt before, and hurting her sides a little. The mixture of pain and tickles shot through her body, making her scream out in laughter and beg through her gag for her torture to stop. Her muffled pleas went ignored as Jason tickled up and down her ribs, causing wave after wave of tickles and pain to flow through her body. As she started to fall into silent laughter again, Jason took his cue and stopped.
Gasping and wishing she could rub her sides to ebb the pain away, Lisa laid helplessly on the bed. Her hands were starting to feel cold, the circulation being slightly hampered by her husband’s expert bondage job. She yelpled in surprise at the feeling of the scissors again, snipping through her skirt and panties at the same time. She moaned in protest, her good clothes being ruined and nothing she could do to stop it. However, she knew that this meant she was about to be pleasured, and that part she didn’t mind.
Soon her shredded garments were fully removed, and Jason lifted her knee, spreading her legs as far as they could in their bound condition. Lisa only realized how completely drenched her core was when she screamed in pleasure as her favorite vibrator was easily slid deep inside her. She gasped heavily as intense pleasure shot from her **** and throughout her body. She was surprised at how wet the torture had made her.
Jason flicked the vibrator to it’s highest setting and pushed Lisa’s knees together, trapping the vibrator tightly inside her. She moaned and squealed for several minutes, wriggling seductively on the bed as the vibrator pushed her closer and closer to her orgasm. She grunted and screamed into her gag as she climaxed on the vibrating toy, her orgasm lasting longer than usual as her muscles strained against her bonds. She gasped and breathed heavily as the climax faded away, expecting to be untied and fucked silly.
Instead, she was rolled back onto her tummy, and held in place the same way she was earlier when her feet were tickled. Her eyes were wide underneath her blindfold, her mind racing dizzily with things that might be done to her. The vibrator buzzed loudly inside her, and she squealed again as her husband started to tickle her feet. His fingertips stroked up and down her soft, smooth, wiggling soles, drawing patterns and circles on her arches. She screamed into her gag as she realized how much more sensitive her naked soles were after she came, and in between laughs she moaned, the vibrator forcing wave after wave of pleasure through her over-sensitized pussy.
Tears formed under her screwed-shut eyelids, the ticklish torture too much for her. However, she didn’t want it to stop. She could feel another orgasm building in her abdomen, the pressure threatening to rip her apart. As it built, she felt the tickling on her feet getting worse and worse, the two different, conflicting sensations spurring each other on. She exploded, her orgasm ripping through her helpless, hysterical body as Jason started to suck her toes again. Jason’s tongue slithered between each toe, his fingertips torturing that one super-sensitive spot he’d found earlier.
Lisa could no longer scream, only hoarsely wheeze as one climax after another began to berate her slender body. They crashed into her womanhood like a as many high-speed trains into a building, racking her body and making her limbs shake violently. After seven long, torturously intense climaxes, Lisa’s eyes rolled up into her head, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
When Lisa awoke, she could still feel the ropes around her wrists and ankles, even though they weren’t there. She could still feel the vibrator inside her, too, but it wasn’t that…it was her husband. Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped in sharply, then kissed her husband wildly. She pulled him down onto her and moaned loudly as they made love, her recent torture still fresh in her mind and she started to scream in pleasure.
Lisa stepped through the door, sighing and slipping her feet out of her high heeled shoes. She kicked them halfway across the room, not caring where they ended up, and collapsed on the couch. She closed her eyes and ran her slender fingers through her redish brown hair, finally getting a chance to relax. Her day had been so stressful…she wished her husband was home to help her “unwind.”
She giggled at the thought. It was a shame her hubby was off at that business meeting in Tokyo, since she really wanted his attentions. He always knew how to make her feel better. “But,” she thought to herself, “he’s not here, so I guess I have to de-stress all by myself.” Her libido was starting to wind up as she thought about all her toys upstairs. She stood up, her bare, size 6 feet padding across the rug as she walked to the stairs. Her shoulder-length hair bounced slightly as she went up to the bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse as she went, and any man would have drooled as her thin, sexy body ascended, covered in a tight fitting knee length skirt.
She turned the door handle and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She screamed as a strong, firm hand clamped around her mouth, muffling her cry of terror. Another arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pinning her arms tightly to her sides. Her eyes, wide with terror, looked back and forth about the room, catching a glimpse of her attacker in the mirror. Her heart slowly descended from her chest as she saw her husband, Jason, holding her tightly from behind.
She squealed as he picked her up and tossed her onto her belly on the bed. He immediately sat on her hips, pinning her down under his weight. “Oh, honey!! I thought you were overseas! Why are you here?”
Her husband’s reaction surprised and scared her. “Shut up, bitch, or else.” Roughly, Jason grabbed her wrists and yanked them behind her back. Lisa yelped in pain as he tightly bound her wrists together with a surprisingly soft, assumedly nylon rope. “W-what are you doing, sweetie?” she asked.
“What did I just tell you? Shut your mouth!” Jason reached underneath the pillow of the bed and revealed hidden toys…her favorite vibrator, a black velvet sleeping mask, more nylon rope, a pair of scissors, and a roll of duct tape. Jason grabbed the tape and ripped off a strip of it, roughly slapping it across her lips. He pulled off two more strips and secured them over the first. Lisa was starting to get scared; her husband never acted this way before. She mumbled into her tape gag, trying to ask questions and find out what was going on.
Within seconds, her vision was also cut off as Jason put the sleeping mask around her eyes. Lisa wiggled underneath him, trying to get out from under his weight, but she was barely over 110 pounds, and Jason was about twice that and a full head and shoulders taller than she.
Lisa could feet her husband reaching under the pillow again, and once he grabbed something, he got off of her. Still holding her down by laying over her, he tightly tied the worried woman’s ankles together, tying the nylon rope around and between her ankles repeatedly. He then bent her knees and tied her bound wrists to her ankles, hogtieing her.
Lisa’s mind was boggled; her husband never did anything even remotely dominant like this before. Her heart was again beating as fast as a hummingbird’s, but strangely, her internal embers were slowly flaring up. Her womanhood tingled with nervous anticipation or what might be to come.
The bound, helpless girl squealed into her tape gag as she felt her husband’s fingertips slowly stroking over her smooth, pedicured soles. Her feet were helplessly ticklish, and the weekly foot appointments she had at the local spa didn’t help. She loved taking care of her feet and showing them off, but they were rarely touched, since she knew how desperately sensitive they were. She lotioned them every morning and kept them as soft as possible, and her toenails were painted bright cherry red.
She couldn’t help but giggle hysterically into her sticky gag as her feet were lightly tickled, her husband’s fingertips stroking up and down the length of her soles. Slowly she could feel her captor tickling faster and harder, and within only a few seconds, she was screaming into her gag, trying desperately to escape. Jason has positioned himself behind her, pinning her legs together with his own to keep her still as he tortured her.
“Mmmph ppplmmmmse!! Hhhhmmhmhmhmhmh!!!” Lisa couldn’t help but beg as she was tickled silly, the fingertips raping her soles mercilessly. She yelped when she felt her husband’s warm, wet mouth wrapping around her big toes and holding them still. His tongue slithered around her toes as his fingertips stroked her smooth, soft arches, and poor Lisa was in hell. She hysterically thrashed her head back and forth, her hair flying wildly around, and tried to wiggle her toes.
In the back of her mind, she realized that her libido was rapidly rising. She could feel moisture collecting between her legs, the new sensation of being so utterly helpless and being controlled so viciously boiling her pot. This thought was quickly put away as she screamed bloody murder into the tape, as her husband found a certain spot on both soles, right near the balls of her feet, and dug in with his fingertips.
Lisa could barely breathe. The gag was keeping her from inhaling properly, and her nose just couldn’t move air fast enough. She continued to laugh and squeal into her gag as the tickling of her perfect feet continued, and she started to feel light-headed. A few moments later, just as she fell into silent laughter, the tickling stopped as abruptly as it began.
The bound girl gasped for air through her nose, her nostrils flaring. Jason seemed to just be holding her there, giving her time to breathe. After a moment or two, she felt him reaching under the pillow. Jason pushed her over onto her side and roughly ripped her blouse open in the front, popping off the three remaining buttons. Lisa squealed in protest; that was her favorite blouse and he knew it! It got worse when she felt the cold metal of the scissors she saw earlier against her skin, and heard the snipping sound of the sleeves of her blouse being sliced through. Within seconds, her blouse was shredded, and it was yanked away from her. The same fate was suffered by her bra, revealing her bare breasts to the cool air. Her nipples were stiff, despite her being so angry about losing her blouse and bra to the scissors.
Jason held her in her spot with one strong arm as his other hand started to lightly tickle down her front, starting at her neck. She scrunched her shoulder, but not in time. His fingers wiggled against her neck and she squealed, girlish giggles erupting from beneath her gag. He knew this was a big turn on spot for her, and continued to tease it. Lisa gasped through her nose as conflicting sensations of ticklishness and arousal stirred her womanhood. She felt so helpless, her breasts bared to her husband, and having no control over what was happening.
Soon, Jason’s hand tickled down over her sensitive chest, and she continued to giggle. Her nipples stood at attention as he flicked and scratched them, eliciting moans and laughter at the same time. She could feel her core becoming slicker every second. Jason lightly fluttered his fingertips around the edges of her breasts, and she giggled more intensely. Soon he went underneath her chest and she erupted into full-bore, albeit muffled, guffaws. She never knew how sensitive her chest was!
For what felt like an eternity but was only a few minutes, her breasts were subjected to this teasing torture. Her mind and body were confused; she wanted so desperately to get away from the tickling, but her libido was becoming so hot…
With that, her eyes shot open underneath her blindfold, as her husband grabbed both her sides and vibrated his fingers into her ribs. She screamed in agony under the gag, the pressure tickling worse than she’d ever felt before, and hurting her sides a little. The mixture of pain and tickles shot through her body, making her scream out in laughter and beg through her gag for her torture to stop. Her muffled pleas went ignored as Jason tickled up and down her ribs, causing wave after wave of tickles and pain to flow through her body. As she started to fall into silent laughter again, Jason took his cue and stopped.
Gasping and wishing she could rub her sides to ebb the pain away, Lisa laid helplessly on the bed. Her hands were starting to feel cold, the circulation being slightly hampered by her husband’s expert bondage job. She yelpled in surprise at the feeling of the scissors again, snipping through her skirt and panties at the same time. She moaned in protest, her good clothes being ruined and nothing she could do to stop it. However, she knew that this meant she was about to be pleasured, and that part she didn’t mind.
Soon her shredded garments were fully removed, and Jason lifted her knee, spreading her legs as far as they could in their bound condition. Lisa only realized how completely drenched her core was when she screamed in pleasure as her favorite vibrator was easily slid deep inside her. She gasped heavily as intense pleasure shot from her **** and throughout her body. She was surprised at how wet the torture had made her.
Jason flicked the vibrator to it’s highest setting and pushed Lisa’s knees together, trapping the vibrator tightly inside her. She moaned and squealed for several minutes, wriggling seductively on the bed as the vibrator pushed her closer and closer to her orgasm. She grunted and screamed into her gag as she climaxed on the vibrating toy, her orgasm lasting longer than usual as her muscles strained against her bonds. She gasped and breathed heavily as the climax faded away, expecting to be untied and fucked silly.
Instead, she was rolled back onto her tummy, and held in place the same way she was earlier when her feet were tickled. Her eyes were wide underneath her blindfold, her mind racing dizzily with things that might be done to her. The vibrator buzzed loudly inside her, and she squealed again as her husband started to tickle her feet. His fingertips stroked up and down her soft, smooth, wiggling soles, drawing patterns and circles on her arches. She screamed into her gag as she realized how much more sensitive her naked soles were after she came, and in between laughs she moaned, the vibrator forcing wave after wave of pleasure through her over-sensitized pussy.
Tears formed under her screwed-shut eyelids, the ticklish torture too much for her. However, she didn’t want it to stop. She could feel another orgasm building in her abdomen, the pressure threatening to rip her apart. As it built, she felt the tickling on her feet getting worse and worse, the two different, conflicting sensations spurring each other on. She exploded, her orgasm ripping through her helpless, hysterical body as Jason started to suck her toes again. Jason’s tongue slithered between each toe, his fingertips torturing that one super-sensitive spot he’d found earlier.
Lisa could no longer scream, only hoarsely wheeze as one climax after another began to berate her slender body. They crashed into her womanhood like a as many high-speed trains into a building, racking her body and making her limbs shake violently. After seven long, torturously intense climaxes, Lisa’s eyes rolled up into her head, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
When Lisa awoke, she could still feel the ropes around her wrists and ankles, even though they weren’t there. She could still feel the vibrator inside her, too, but it wasn’t that…it was her husband. Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped in sharply, then kissed her husband wildly. She pulled him down onto her and moaned loudly as they made love, her recent torture still fresh in her mind and she started to scream in pleasure.
