Amanda's Erotic Tickle Torture (Mature M/F intense)
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For the first two parts of this series, please check Here. This part is a little bit more intense. I cordially welcome all of you to take an erotic journey throuhg my dysfunction...
Greg lovingly and quickly carried his squirming wife down the hallway to their bedroom. He was quite comforted by her mock screams of protest and her girlish laughter. He could hear the child like enthusiasm in her voice even now. He could almost hear her smiling.
For some reason seeing her bare legs with no ground beneath them kicking violently for freedom gave him such a sadistic rush. He almost felt bad for the terrible things he had planned for her… almost.
Almost triumphantly he firmly pushed open the door to their bed chamber. Amanda playfully grabbed onto the door frame in defiance. A quick goose to her hips ended her teasing protest.
Amanda always relished the way that Greg would throw her down onto their bed, be it at home or abroad. It always seemed that in this special venue that he always had a little more precious malice in everything that he did though. She had prepared their bed just for him. The sheets and pillow cases were all his favorite color of black to match her lascivious outfit. She was going to thank him for all the hard work that he did providing for their family. The more she had to sensually suffer for it, the better it was for all parties.
Greg wasted no time after depositing his secret items out of sight in following her onto the bed. Like guided missiles their lips met again. In the sanctity of their bedroom every passionate kiss, every warm embrace, and every seductive gesture had more purpose as the inhibitions were all washed away. Only their mutual passions were left. For Greg and Amanda, the wrestling around, wet kissing, and the role-play of power exchange was just as important as actual tickle torture.
A born tease Amanda never gave up without a delicious fight. As she kissed him deeply and felt his knowing fingers lightly teasing her stomach and navel through the fabric of her dress she made sure that her pelvis, thighs, and breasts sent all the proper signals of invitation. She was rewarded with the casual brushing against the throbbing erection that she only kept enlarging. She felt so proud of herself. She felt Greg’s hand sneaking around to the zipper in the back of her dress. She twitched away from him the best she could. She broke from his lips, her hair still covering most of his face, and began playfully shaking her head “no”.
Greg couldn’t help but to notice how soft and warm she felt in his strong hands as he took hold of her. With little effort she was on her stomach with her arms pinned at her side. One arm was snuggly wrapped around her midsection trapping both her arms to her side. He wrapped his legs around both of her toned legs trapping her with his one hand free to do as he pleased. He pressed himself into the side of her delicious thigh. Amanda didn’t say a word. She was lost in the bliss of her “body bondage”. She loved not being able to get away from Greg. It made her feel so free to be able to struggle all she wanted and still have to endure whatever his playfully cruel mind came up with.
Now he was in the position to do all the teasing. He waited a gentle second just to see her start to rise up and down with her breathing and let it slow just a bit before he moved in with his menacing caress. He brushed her hair from the exposed part of her back to the right side of her face. She looked at him over her left shoulder as he was resting on her left side and waited eagerly to be forcibly STRIPPED while she squirmed in defiance of his cruel intentions.
Greg was in no rush. He let two fingers casually tease the sensitive skin of her shoulder blades. He loved the sensation of her muscles tightening in his grasp. Feeling her gentle struggles brought an even more sinister grin to his face. She was all his now. There was nothing she could do to stop him. A thought not lost on the ever increasing pulsing between Amanda’s firm thighs.
Greg kept up the light tickling of her upper back. He never applied enough pressure to break her; he liked to see her trying desperately to fight back her cute giggles. He just wanted his touch to be ticklish enough to cause her sweet discomfort and remind her of his devilish path to remove her protection. He finally began to toy with her zipper and contrary to her impending exposure Amanda’s smile of anticipation grew bigger and bigger with each centimeter that her zipper was lowered. Her eyes now shut in anticipation; all she could do was coo in approval. How she ached to be naked and helpless before her captor. She craved the delicious feeling of helplessness that was beginning to wash over her slowly.
Greg let one of his later fingers trail the path of the zipper as each part of new skin was exposed to his teasing touch. As his hand and her zipper made their way down her back to the gentle small just above her behind she let out a sigh. He undid the gentle Velcro of her turtleneck. He let his hand trail all the way back down her exposed back over her ample buns to the hem of her dress and the backs of her exposed thighs. He lightly began to spider tickle the backs of her knees and thighs. His light touch was perfect for tormenting her. He could feel her leg muscles tense in response to his cruel touch. In her heightened state of arousal this area was even more sensitive than usual and her sweet giggles came flowing out freely yet again.
Amanda could feel his hands reaching higher and higher pulling the hem of her dress up along with it. She squirmed playfully out of reflex and giggled to herself. “hehehe You’re so mean!”
“You knew that before you let someone else touch your feet dear. I’m sorry you have to be Punished!” Greg always played his role of wicked Master to perfection.
His hands just kept moving higher and higher teasing her supple smooth skin more and more. There was something about the way that he coldly said the word punish that hit home for Amanda deep within her tingly loins. He could feel her hem being pulled over her firm buns and his hands tracing the outline of her black lace thong panties. The tickly sensations caused her to not only giggle but moan in approval as she was being teased endlessly before her deserved torment. Then out of nowhere…
Smack… Smack… Smack… Greg playfully spanked Amanda for her indiscretion. His playful discipline was just firm enough to give Amanda that delicious sting that she enjoyed from time to time.
Even though she yelped slightly in response to each teasing spank, it gave her a chance to gain control over her breathing. “Awwwwwwwwww, Was I bad Greg?”
“You know you’ve been very bad, Amanda… Now,” Greg rolled over and straddles the backs of her exposed thighs right where they met her firm buns, “you have to be taught a lesson.” He stretched her arms over her head and secured them there with his left hand. He put his face right next to hers. He wanted to be able to feel every flinch, every twitch, hear every whimper, every giggle and observe every reaction that his *ticklish* attention created in his beautiful wife.
As he caught the scent of her delicious perfume again he could not help but lovingly kiss and nibble at her neck and earlobes as he inched her dress higher and higher. He loved the way she sweetly giggled as he made sure he squeezed her hips, teased her svelte stomach, and counted every quivering rib as she laughed helplessly into the mattress. Her writhing under him and the rapid clench/release of her leg muscles against him was only serving to increase the hardness between his legs. Amanda felt so proud of herself.
She could feel him pressed against her firm behind as he leaned over her to move her dress past her shoulders and off of her completely. He held her arms in place as he undid the back clasp of her lace bra and slid it from under her. He let his fingers trail lightly along the sides of her breasts to be met with a gentle moan from beneath him as her butt started to gently grind into him and it felt delicious.
He let his fingers trail a little farther up to the sensitive flesh where bosom met torso. The results were purely amazing. You would think that Amanda had just been electrocuted. The switch from a teasing to a maddening touch was almost too much to take. Amanda began to try in vein to pull her arms down from the death grip of her tormentor. Her head started thrashing from side to side in protest to his devilish caress. When his hand moved up even higher to her smooth shaven hollow her efforts only doubled. She was bucking furiously to get free. She couldn’t stand to have her sensitive armpit touched, let alone tickled freely by wicked spidery fingers.
The bucking of her firm bottom against his throbbing erection was quite satisfying. He loved the sensation of her strong legs kicking and thrashing so hard beneath him. Hearing her full desperate screams of laughter as she let go of all resistance just added logs to his sadistic fire. He loved seeing her when she couldn’t fight anymore. Feeling her tiny form struggling desperately beneath him was all that occupied his deepest fantasies. She began violently thrashing from side to side trying to get away from his evil fingers. To make her plight even worse he started alternating between sensitive hollows and protruding ribs driving her mad unable to predict his ticklish pattern. All she could do was lay there, struggle in futility, and laugh herself silly. The feeling of being Greg’s helpless little slave girl satisfied desires at Amanda’s very core.
“You know… I really hope that pedicure was worth it!”
Amanda hated his cruel teasing. That’s why she loved him with all her heart and soul. After a few more seconds of torment, he finally relented. She finally opened her eyes as she panted up and down taking in much needed air. The tingly sensations of his furious tickling were still lingering under her arms and in her sensitive ribs reminding her of her ticklish plight.
Then she heard it. He was opening the drawer. The drawer with all the terrible goodies she prepared. She couldn’t speak yet. All she could do was inhale deeply and lick her lips in anticipation. Then she heard the jingle of her FAVORITE wrist cuffs. Her moment of triumph had finally arrived. He pulled her arms TIGHTLY behind her back and she could only arch her back in approval.
She hated the subtle moans that she emitted while she was being tied up. The very concept of bondage was a huge turn on for Amanda. The actual process of being held down and forcibly tied was a terrible strain on her poor swelling clit and ever hardening nipples. Suddenly she could feel every wrinkle in the crisp sheets with the firm tips of her breasts, and her throbbing clit ached to be rubbed, teased, and even *tickled* endlessly.
Greg always held her so tightly while he bound her. It made her feel so loved and wanted. She could hear his breathing change. Seeing the black cuffs lashed tightly on his beautiful wife always caused him to slightly loose his breath. She felt so proud of herself. Their cuffs were well padded so he made sure that they were very tight around her small wrists. Having her wrists secured he felt there was a small field test in order.
“Honey, try and get out!”
“Okayyyy..’ Her consent was cut off by violent squeezing of her hips. The sadistic side of Greg even liked the way her shoulder muscles flared as she desperately wiggled in response to his merciless tickling with her tiny arms pulled so tightly behind her back. She was left so defenseless.
Amanda was so unselfish; she didn’t hold back the desperate laughter that fed the monster deep within him. She just threw her head back and let out the terrible feelings he was creating within her at the very top of her lungs. Her screaming was such music to his ears. He couldn’t help but rub himself even more suggestively against her cute behind as he could feel her muscles tensing and relaxing in rapid fire succession.
Satisfied that she was not going anywhere, Greg set about his final business: removing those sexy thong panties. He was not shy. He let his fingers cruelly tease the front of her already churning hips. She could only moan in approval as she fought for her precious air. Her body betrayed her excitement only aiding in her exposure. He wasted no time in pulling them down past her knees and over her sexy heels. He cast them aside and gingerly got up off of the bed. He stood next to the bed admiring how beautiful she looked. She was bound, helpless, and wanted nothing in the world more than for him to indulge himself in his deepest darkest fantasies. The more she suffered, the more she loved every second.
He let her wonder in silence as he took off his cufflinks. He rolled up his French sleeves. He took off his tie and loosened his top buttons. It was always such a pleasure to teach his little house secretary a lesson she so richly enjoyed.
He made sure to let her hear the sound of the drawer open and close as he retrieved his leather straps. He had been thinking about having her defenseless in this position all day long. He had every malicious detail worked out in his mind. He could feel the liquid excitement coursing through his veins as he walked to the foot of the bed.
Amanda’s curiosity turned to a slight twinge of delicious fear as she heard him walking deliberately. Amanda knew full well where he would start. Part of her began to regret her naughty little idea, but in large part she hoped he would be completely and utterly ruthless in her much deserved punishment.
The conflict within her played itself out with the moistening of her womanhood and the further arousal of her sensitive breasts. The tingling between her legs was already unbearable and her swollen clit pulsed with every beat of her heart. When she felt his strong hands take hold of her slim ankles and drag them to the foot of the bed she let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully she did not have a say in the matter. Greg was going to torture her to his hearts content no matter how much she screamed, laughed, or begged. Strangely that gave her the deepest sense of warmth, comfort and safety.
“Any last words, sweety?”
Amanda just giggled at his little questions. He was intent on reminding her of her helplessness at every turn and it made her feel so warm inside. “Yeh, I have a little itch on my left foot, can you help me with that?” Even now Amanda liked throwing things back in his face lovingly.
Greg could only laugh in response to her provocation. Sometimes he thought she really enjoyed this even more than he did. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it. Let me just get you settled in here.” With that he began to wrap the warm leather around her ankles tightly. The sight of her sexy heels pressed together sent even more chills up Greg’s spine. As Amanda became more and more helpless the both of them became more desperately aroused. Greg lashed her ankles to the bed railing. There was no way that she could move her cute little feet away from him now.
Amanda was lost in her own little world. Being tied like this was almost orgasmic in itself. She thought this was the final position of her torment but she was so wrong. She felt Greg take full possession of her torso as he pulled her back resting on her calves. He put his hand under her quivering torso and brought her back to his chest so that he could further bind her legs in place. She could barely breathe and any words escaped her. She could only moan helplessly as she was manhandled. His strong insistence on her every movement only made her more dizzy with arousal. He let his hand rest cupping her breast as he secured her smooth thighs to her tone calves with yet more leather straps. He wanted her on her knees for this. He wedged a pillow between her bound knees so that no matter how much she tried she could not close her legs.
He put another pillow down for her to rest her delicate face on as he guided her roughly back to the bed. The subtle danger of the position suddenly struck home for Amanda. He hands were tied securely behind her back. She was bent over forcibly with no way of getting off her knees. The final length of leather was wrapped around her elbows and under her hamstrings trapping her completely. She was a helpless *ticklish* little ball.
Amanda’s feet, her delicate womanhood, and quivering bottom made inviting targets as Greg pulled up a chair for his evil work (and there was still nothing that she could do to protect the rest of her naked form.) To put the final nail in her bondage coffin Greg placed her favorite blindfold over her eyes. Usually she could not bear to watch her torture but something about being DENIED the ability to see only added to the sense of helplessness thundering deep down in her pulsing loins.
He retrieved the last of his toys from their drawer and set himself down at the foot of the bed. He just started tapping his fingers lightly and nonchalantly over the tops of her black high heels. “So…My *ticklish* little slave girl thought it would be a good idea to go out and get a pedicure…”
The final moments of sanity were always the most entertaining for Amanda. In her final act of teasing she gave the best answer that she could. “Wellllllll, it seemed like a good idea at the time.” She giggled nervously. Greg just found this so cute.
Then without warning he tore off her shoes and placed them on either side of her. He always relished the sight of her former protection right next to her as she was lost in her sea of giggles and screams.
He let the quill end of his long stiff feather begin its work on her soft sensitive soles. In her state this was unbearable. She had been teased for hours on end, and alcohol didn’t help. She could feel ever molecule on the tip of the cruel feather as it made its way over her desperately squirming feet. Her laughter came from her very core as the sharp tickly sensations kept shooting up the backs of her legs thundering home in her smoldering womanhood. How “unladylike” to get off on such treatment….
Greg loved to watch her feet wiggle and try in vein to protect one another, but now was not the time. She needed to suffer. He grasped both of her big toes with his hand and held them thrashing against his torturous feather. After years of tormenting his poor wife Greg had developed the ability to almost exist in two separate worlds.
The one world was ruled by his feverish arousal. He let the warm sensations wash through his body relishing in the delicious torment that he was causing. Just the look of the black leather against her lightly tanned skin was enough to make him dizzy. Her desperate laughter and screaming that left her unable to speak was a wonderful soundtrack to his burning passions. He loved this position so, because he could see every muscle tense and strain against her stringent bondage. The thing that intoxicated him the most was the view. He could see her firm ass, puckering sphincter, glistening quivering pussy and hardening clit twitch between her firm thighs as she struggled in vein against his mindless torture. Seeing how aroused she became from his cruelty only served to embolden him to push her further and further to ecstatic hysteria. In this world he was conscious of the desperate throbbing mounting in his pants that needed desperately to be satisfied deep within her slippery perfection.
The other world was ruled by the musings of his sadistic mind. He only focused on the quivering ticklish flesh he was tormenting. It was a world of cruel calculation. He followed every movement, every twitch, and every squirm. He only heard her laughter in this world to analyze change in pitch or volume to signify a sensitive hot bed of nerves. This was the world that kept Amanda in a constant state of fear, desperation, panic, torturously *ticklish* agony, and unbridled lust.
He let his evil quill trail random patters of precision over her writhing soles. He never wanted Amanda to be able to get used to being tickled in one area too long. He would dart from a soft arch, to a quaking instep. He would tease her pink heels and the sensitive sides of her feet at the same time. He would trace long delicious lines up and down the length of her soles only to trace figure eights at the very center. Each time he would switch to a new spot he was rewarded with a new squeal of ticklish agony. Even though she managed the occasional plea for mercy, for the most part Amanda was lost in a sea of torment. The unpredictability of the sharp quill only made the sensations all the more maddening.
After he finished inspecting every one of her *ticklish* toes with the quill he ceased to give her a small rest. She was nearly breathless from her insane feather torment. He used this little time to tightly tie her big toes together with string and down to the bed railing. After all, he was going to need both hands for a proper punishment.
Amanda sucked in as much air as she could as quickly as she could. The thing she loved so much about Greg was that he never gave her too long to recover. He had learned brilliantly how to keep her constantly off balance and in a general state of sensual panic. It warmed her heart that he TRULY loved nothing more than to torture her into oblivion. As she felt her tied toes being secured to the bed railing she knew she was done for. Her poor feet, they were so *ticklish* and now completely helpless-just as she liked them. A warm smile of contentment crept across her face buried into the pillow as Greg resumed his cold verbal teasing.
“Does it still seem like such a good idea Amanda?”
Amanda turned her head and screamed at the very top of her lungs,
“Yessssssssssssssssshahahahahahaha” The vicious scribbling of Greg’s fingers interrupted her invitation.
The two evil Greg’s at the base of the bed dually enjoyed the delicious juices running down her thighs and how still her feet were held in their cruel bondage. The warm musky scent of her growing arousal only drove Greg to torture her sensitive feet even more. When he didn’t think she was laughing or screaming loud enough he would just use his well honed fingernails to amplify her delicious plight. Greg was fixed on how desperately her toes reacted to his touch. They would clench into fists, flex wide apart, and wiggle furiously. It was a seductive dance only inviting him to tickle them more and more as his wife began slowly loosing shreds of her precious sanity.
Amanda was in a blissful hell she could barely describe. The dual aspect of her merciless torture and hearing the desperate arousal her erotic thrashing was causing in her husband did nothing to stop her aching nipples from hardening and hardening. She feared that if they weren’t nibbled and suckled soon that they would just explode. For now she would have to be content with fighting the torturous sensations shooting from the tips of her toes up the backs of her legs, and letting the crisp sheets attend to endlessly teasing her painfully erect nipples as her entire body thrashed wildly on their sacred bed in response to her husbands cold ruthless treatment.
From the base of her ticklish toes, to her quivering insteps, wrinkly arches, and the very sensitive centers of her feet Greg left no spot untouched. Over the years he had learned just the way to mistreat his poor wife’s terribly *ticklish* feet. He put her through her paces for little over half an hour with only slight breaks.
Amanda was breathless. Greg gave her time as she tried to force as much air into her strained lungs as possible. She knew that his next attack could come at ANY minute. She felt him crawl onto the bed next to her and felt his warm breath teasing up her neck. She felt him lovingly kiss her on the neck and it soothed the tension that he built within her slightly. The deadly duality of his sadism and sensuality was so unfair. You can’t be cruel and cute in the same person.
He warmly brushed the hair from her sweaty face that was still half dug into the pillow that she had been screaming into. She felt his warm breath against her ear as he began a slow calm whisper as he lovingly caressed the perspiration sprinkled across her torso. “You know honey, I could have pampered those perfect feet if you wanted me to.”
Amanda couldn’t help but smile at him “haha, I think you are doing a pretty good job!” Her playful tease was met with a slight probe to her ribs.
“No I’m serious,” his tone had an eerie hint of evil that she just found irresistible, “I even took the time to learn a new home remedy to make your feet even lot Softer! Did you know that yogurt can be therapeutic to the skin Amanda?”
“Fuck…” she swore sweetly under her breath. It usually gets REALLY bad when he gets creative. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her as he returned to the base of the bed.
She could hear the lid being taken off another cup of strawberry yogurt. The implications were endless, but even she didn’t expect what came next.
“See how professional I am AMANDA. Most guys would just rub it in with their hands. I have this professional application brush…” The words hit home with no further explanation.
Greg was really proud of himself now. With just a toothbrush and a cup of yogurt he was a true tickle-torture artist. He let the head of the toothbrush swirl around in the yogurt making sure to lather it thoroughly. The stiff bristles on her soft wrinkly skin would have been enough to send her into orbit but the chilly slithery yogurt just took everything to a new level. After desperate screams to the first touch of the cruel APPLICATION BRUSH and devilish substance she just descended into sweet silent laugher. Greg literally marveled at how literally every muscle in her body was twitching in sweet response to his home remedy. Seeing her desperate reactions let the warm sensation of omnipotence take hold of him completely. The smaller toothbrush was very good at getting between her toes as well which was an added bonus. He made sure to scrub the yogurt nicely into her pores…
After both feet were thoroughly lathered with yogurt Amanda finally regained a little bit of her sanity. She had yet to feel anything that intense on her feet before. This was proving to be a very interesting week and it had only just begun. She had to quietly admit to herself how innovative her husband was becoming under her masochistic tutelage. She felt her husband climbing next to her again to whisper more cruel nothings in her ear. She knew how much it excited him to survey his prize in the form of her composure being forcibly torn from her so that he could wear it as a badge of honor.
“How was that sweety?” Greg again returned to lovingly stroking his hands through her long jet black hair as his words caressed her ear.
Amanda just got the goofiest grin on her face as her chest heaved up and down beneath her. Greg could hear the sheer joy in her response “Ohhh it was… terrible!” Her excitement and huge smile of contentment were the only clues that he needed to learn the context of her response. Her ever moistening mound was a welcome clue as well.
“You know, I am really supposed to leave it on for about an hour or so, but since you have already HAD a pedicure today I guess that I can give you a break…”
Just as she raises her head to thank him he revealed his true intent. “Besides, your feet look so Delicious right now!” Greg’s words were like Ice. She just hid her face into her pillow again as his plans became transparent. The only thought in her mind was when she was putting that lotion on her feet earlier. It was this bad because she wanted it to be, and she loved Greg for making it worse than she ever imagined.
The thought of his lips and teeth on her poor feet both terrified her and sent her hips into lewd gyrations. She knew that she was building closer and closer to a volcanic eruption and feeling his warm tongue tormenting her cute toes and suckling them might be just what she needed to come to a crashing head… for the first time tonight anyway.
Greg took in the sight of her perfect soles covered in his favorite desert and it was finally time for him to indulge. He let his rough tongue touch gently in the center of her right foot and stay there. He wanted the anticipation to build until it was unbearable for his poor helpless wife. He wanted her to suffer for every single second that she was bound before him, mind, soul, and most definitely her sensitive body.
She was caught completely off guard by his loving caress up her taught hamstrings. Even though Greg’s strong hands weren’t intentionally tickling her, the tingly sensations between her legs had spilled to her inner thighs and his touch was truly maddening. Her body was in a deep conflict over how to move away from his touch and make sure that his pressure was increased. It was a deadly cycle that she truly loved to be trapped in. Her lust built closer and closer to a white fire as his knowing hands went higher and higher up her yearning thighs. Amanda tried as she could to wedge her legs further apart and welcome his satisfying caress. The resistance of the tight leather against her smooth skin and straining muscles was truly intoxicating. She could barley function in the world of the living as she was dizzy with arousal.
This whole time Greg’s tongue had been still in place but no longer. As he could see her hips lewdly beginning to grind searching for his hand that was his cue to begin his torturous tongue lashing. His only aim in life was to reassert the fact that Amanda’s perfect feet were his and his alone to play with, pamper, and torture as he saw fit. Her intentional transgression having given rise to this delicious opportunity warmed his heart. This is why he loved her so much, she was so unselfish.
Amanda felt Greg’s rough tongue begin its slow evil journey over her sensitive bound feet, but she felt it more behind her swollen clit. It was as if there were two tongues tormenting her right now with the mirrored sensation and she never wanted it to end. She giggled, moaned, and lost her breath in a vicious cycle of emotions. All her words had been lost in a sea of desperate lust. She just sat there in silence praying for the release of the desperate burning that was building in her stomach, thighs and loins.
Greg knew full well what his tongue did to Amanda’s poor feet. It was roughly one part tickle, one part orgasmic bliss. He enjoyed the duality of her sensations and RESPONSES. Greg loved watching her feet arch painfully inviting his caress only to scrunch up as his tongue changed speeds. It sent chills through him. Hearing her desperate moans of pleasure mixed with her delicious giggles accentuated by her erotic squirming was driving him closer and closer to his first trip to a land of bliss.
He licked every crevice of her right foot clean with his tongue. He took pleasure in a subtle delay as his hands made their way to teasing her wet swollen lips. She let out a deep sigh of approval at the welcome touch. She strained as hard as she could to increase the pressure against her desperate genitals. The resistance of the tight leather again brought her delicious frustration that only built her desire hotter and hotter. She could feel every circle of every fingerprint as her loins were coldly tormented. Just as she began to be lost in a see of blissful sensation the maddening tongue went back to work on her defenseless left foot.
With the malicious teasing of her lips the treatment of her feet took a much more erotic effect. Greg could sense the shift in his soundtrack to more moaning than giggling as expected. That is why God invented teeth. Her desperate moaning was interrupted with by a sudden squeal of laughter as his teeth made contact with her sensitive toes. They wiggled in the warmth of his mouth as his cruel teeth rubbed gently against them sending electric ticklish sensations crashing into Amanda’s brain. When she began laughing freely instead of moaning Greg granted her swollen clit a preview of his evil intentions.
Just the tip of his finger on her hyper-sensitive clit sent shivers through every fiber of Amanda’s ticklish form. She couldn’t take much more of that. She had been building to this orgasm since the first playful tickles when Greg First arrived. Her painful swollen nipples were rubbing furiously against the crisp sheets. She so longed for him to roll and pinch them between his strong fingers. As every second passed with his evil teeth and ticklish tongue lapping up the delicious yogurt, Amanda’s clit received more and more intermittent attention.
Finally the last visible drop of yogurt was gone from her sensitive feet. Greg’s evil adventure came to an explosive end as he gave both feet a final tongue raking that made Amanda Quiver in sheer delight and her clit pulsed even more from his devilish attentions.
Now his tongue had a new target. He let his tongue start up the back of her thighs as his hands still cruelly teased her yielding womanhood. Amanda held her breath as she could feel the muscles in her sensitive behind begin to tighten in anticipation and the greasy feeling in her stomach got more and more intense as his tongue traced higher and higher savoring every drop of her perfect juices that he had forced from her quivering perfection. As his tongue reached the very bottom of her womanhood and his lips began to meet with her second pair, knowing hands found new areas to tease.
He let his mouth engulf her glistening opening. He felt hew squirm deliciously into him begging for her swollen clitoris to be individually devoured. Her breath caught in her throat as Greg’s hands began to firmly squeeze and massage her perfect breasts. There was nothing she could do to stop his torment, or end his teasing and both of them relished that dangerous fact.
Greg’s fingers began to trace devilish circles around perforated areolas. Amanda was so close to the bliss that she craved but neither her sensitive nipples nor her begging clit were being stimulated in the way she needed. That is what she loved so much about Greg. He knew how to go right past what she thought she wanted and give her what she truly needed.
The 30 seconds of torment might as well been 30 years in Amanda’s condition. Then finally Greg set about pushing her over the edge she was dangling on. Her entire torso trembled with the firm tumbling and gentle pinching of her rigid nipples between his strong fingers. She could feel every dimple and crevice in Greg’s tongue as it slowly and intensely devoured her clit. He licked slowly and maddeningly from the base of her clit to the very tip, over and over and over again. Her entire lower body shook violently with the intense caress of his knowing tongue. Behind her blindfold Amanda could see fireworks shooting in the back of her eyes as his ruthless tongue tormented her swollen clitoris.
Greg wished deeply that Amanda could see the evil leer in his eyes just listening to her desperate earthy moans while he pleasured her. He owned all of her. He controlled her every sensation, emotion, and all that encompassed her bound world. That is why she loved him so much. The sense of control that he had over her grew with every twitch of her muscle, every moan, every deep sigh, and every delicious tremble that rocked her body on her way to oblivion.
The moment had finally arrived. The building deep within her was too much to bear anymore with his tongue working endlessly on her swollen clit. She ground her hips as much as her Tight Bondage would allow trying in vein to increase the pressure against her as she began to beg desperately for release.
“Please Let me cum master….” It was such a simple request. The very words solidified the power that Greg had over her. Not just yet. She had to suffer.
Her pleas going unanswered only served to arouse her further if even possible. Her moans of frustration were the music that Greg lived for. He loved feeling her sweet essence running down the sides of his face as he pleased her from behind. He lightly increased the pressure against her swollen clit with his tongue and wrapped his lips around it as he began to gently suck on it. This was maddening. He was giving her everything that she needed to explode except for his required permission. She was going to be taught a lesson she would never forget.
Her level of desperation was at a fever pace. She needed to cum worse than anything. “Please Please master ohohohohohoh Please Let me Cum Please.” Her sweet begging always had a way of melting his heart. Greg gave her the signal for consent they had for when his mouth was BUSY. He gently but firmly pinched both nipples continually and unmistakably. The delicious pressure sent her crashing over the edge along with an even more deliberate sucking on her quivering clitoris.
“Thank you, Thank you ohhhhhhhhh” was all that she could repeat over and over again as the warm waves of pleasure that had been built up within her so much came crashing over her all at once. She was screaming literally at the top of her lungs as a massive orgasm took hold of ever muscle in her body and wouldn’t let go as it shook her body like a little rag doll. Greg’s tongue wasn’t helping either. The entire time that she was squirming deliciously in her stringent bondage, his tongue kept up its maddening caress of her pulsing clit. She asked to cum and that is exactly what he was giving her… until she literally could not take anymore. He was going to force as many waves of pleasure through her bound body as possible.
If it was one long orgasm or several smaller ones Amanda could not say for sure. All she knew was that for ten minutes she left the world that she knew as her body became a pure mass of pleasurable energy that trembled deliciously in time with her evil husbands knowing tongue.
Watching the erotic spectacle before him was all that Greg could take. Hearing her high pitched screams of ecstasy had been the final piece to his arousal. His entire body pulsed along with the hardness between his legs as his wife came down from her first moon shot.
Amanda could neither get the hair out of her face or the smile of delicious contentment from her lips and in her blissful state she was not in a rush to do either. This was a wonderful start to a wonderful weekend. She barely heard Greg get up and go to the bathroom. She almost felt guilty for just releasing all of her most precious honey onto her husband… almost. After all, it was his fault. For some reason, she thought the water was running a lot longer than it would take to clean someone’s face off. She put the thought out of her mind. She was known to be more than a little out of touch with reality right after orgasm and that was no ordinary orgasm. She wanted to bottle some of the sea air and take it home with her if it was going to do THIS to her.
Every muscle in her body still tingled deliciously from her eruption. She could just lay there and bask in her afterglow for hours, but she had the sneaking suspicion that she would not be afforded the opportunity just yet. Strangely enough the notion that her fate was not yet over for the night only started the cycle of arousal all over again. Amanda knew that from here on in it would not take nearly as long for her delicious climax. With a natural born sadist for a husband it was a tantalizingly dangerous position to be in.
She heard him return from the bathroom and sit down back at the foot of the bed. Watching her bound body trying to recover from the full body explosion he had just given her was maddening with his still building excitement. The insides of his sensitive scrotum was beginning to feel warm and tingly was he began to yearn for his own release, only encouraged by his wife’s lewd spectacle.
Strangely she heard him set something down…
“Such a good little slave girl… your punishment is almost over.” The words sent a wave of erotic comfort shooting through her. Words of praise mixed with confirmation that there were still torments to be enjoyed were a deadly combination for a helpless woman in Amanda’s Position.
“Thank you master…” Her breath was returning as she began to feel her second wind.
“There’s just one more thing, but before we get too it I would be fully derelict if I didn’t give these feet a THUROUGH cleaning.” After such a tremendous orgasm that would be nearly fatal. All her nerves were painfully at attention. Even the cool air in the room lightly tickled her feet. The tough bristles of a scrub brush would be out of this world. Still in her own demented mind this only pushed her further towards heaven. Greg could literally hear her smile widening as she let in a long sigh of girlish anticipation. By the sound of things you would think she was just told they had won millions of dollars.
“Yes that would be Verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry unprofessional. hehe Make sure you don’t miss a spot okay Greg…?” She welcomed her torment with open arms. Her enthusiastic participation in his cruel tickle torture games has made Greg dizzy since the first time she was tied, screaming, and begging him NOT to stop *tickling* her.
“Oh don’t worry, I won’t” He could hear Amanda start to giggle approvingly. He knew she couldn’t get enough of his teasing threats. His heart (already putty for his beautiful ticklish wife) melted even further when she arched her feet to make his torturous cleaning easier. A normal person would show her mercy for such help, but Greg knew that the promise of mindless torment was the source of her enthusiasm.
Almost without warning he set about her feet with his evil scrub brush. The warm soapy water let the bristles of the glide effortlessly over her soft ticklish soles. He could see every muscle in her feet tremble from the brushes travels. He made sure to make his pattern as random in speed and location as possible. He didn’t want his poor wife to have a single moment of comfort as he went about cleaning every square inch of her *ticklish* soles.
Amanda was lost. All that she could do was laugh, scream, and thrash endlessly. The touch of the brush was ruthless and she loved it. She fought as hard as she could to keep her feet stretched out making every inch of her soles available for further torment. It got really interesting when he would let the bristles glide over her toes and scrub to get in-between. He truly was SADISTIC, and that’s why she loved him so much. She relished in her mindless screaming and thrashing as much as it thundered home to her once milked loins. It was times like this that Amanda was truly glad of her tight bondage. No matter how much she thrashed, struggled and squirmed for freedom her leather imprisonment kept her right where she belonged… At her evil master’s mercy.
Silent laughter was a constant after orgasm for Amanda and today was no exception. The only regret that she had was that she didn’t have enough air to tell her demented abductor how wonderful her torture was. From her extreme squirming and Thrashing Greg was getting a pretty clear idea though.
Just seeing his wife’s feet bound tightly together was the source of so many quiet day dreams. Seeing them struggle in vein to avoid his ticklish touch was putting him higher and higher on cloud nine. He was comforted by the sweet scent of her renewed excitement as a fresh stream of honey filled his nostrils encouraging his cruelty.
His wife’s poor feet had been thoroughly clean at least five minutes ago but like the true professional Greg was being VERY thorough.
Amanda had been through a lot. Greg knew and understood that. He finally put an end to the mindless scribbling of his scrub brush (however reluctantly). Amanda came down off her breathless high of desperate thrashing. He was greeted by even more warm giggles of approval as her breath slowly returned to her. It was almost a sin to have a wife that enjoyed being tickled this much… almost. Her lungs drank in every bit of oxygen deliciously; she knew she would need it.
He let the rough towel tease her feet slightly but rubbed it firmly to make it much more of a massage as he dried her perfect feet off. After they were dry he firmly massaged lotion all over them lovingly. She cooed softly in approval. The subtle respite was accepted gladly as her breathing returned closer to normal, although she feared/delighted that it would never fully return there on this night.
“Thank you… for cleaning my feet honey…. That was… AMAZING!” Greg could almost hear the “cat that ate the canary” look on Amanda’s face. As time progressed and even her most subtle inhibitions faded in the wake of her thunderous orgasms, her truest masochistic nature always came bubbling to the surface. The more torturous and sadistic he made the activity, the greater the euphoric sensation of gratitude that she expressed. Greg honestly believed that if she could, she would get up and help him torture her just as enthusiastically as he would himself. That’s why he loved her so much.
“You’re quite welcome…” His subtle remark was punctuated by the unexpected stiff pointed feather making its way up Amanda’s inner thighs. The unexpected caress caught her again completely off guard. As her legs began shaking furiously and her fit of giggles consuming her entirely again she couldn’t help but be impressed by Greg’s effort to try new things.
The feather had a destination she knew all too well. She was still so sensitive from her last crashing climax. Honestly she hoped that the sweet caress of the feather would be as unbearable as possible. What a disturbed little girl… She invitingly wiggled her bald glistening mound as much as her bonds would allow.
Her giggles were once again mixed with sweet moans of desire as the feather made first contact with the hyper sensitive slick folds of skin around her freshly swollen clit. Greg just looked on in amazement as his wife’s lewd dance began again. Her delicious muscles were straining against her tight bondage to gain even the slightest ounce of pressure against his stiff feather.
Amanda’s body was more in a state of shock than anything else. She had never been tickled THERE after she had climaxed before. Her husband just sat back and stared with a coldly sadistic grin on his face thoroughly enjoying how her trim body was working out the new sensation. As the feather edged closer and closer to her waiting clit she literally alternated between sensations. There was desperate screaming and thrashing from the hyper-ticklishness but there were also the delicious shudders of having that special part of her body shown such diabolical attention. What delicious duality…
Greg relished the fact that she had no idea what he was doing. He wished that he could let her walk around in his mind for a day just so she would understand never to get too comfortable. She could only keep repeating a series of Oh God’s in the middle of her hysterical laughter and earthy moaning. Silly girl, doesn’t she know he can’t help her now. It was just her and him alone where there was no one that could help her. Just as they both liked it.
“Does that feeeeeeeeeeeeel good Amanda?” Greg always loved adding to her plight.
“mmmmmmmmmmm NOOOOOOOOmmmmmmm!” Amanda truly enjoyed making her plight worse as well.
“Okay, how about this?” As the stiff point of the feather began cruelly teasing Amanda’s swollen clitoris she began to scream from deep within her. There was no way she could intelligibly respond. The reverberations of her desperate cries of ecstasy almost scared the both of them. Of course this only encouraged Greg to make sure that every pass of the feather was as maddeningly slow as possible.
Amanda was convinced that her LOVING husband intended to drive her quite mad forcing her to feel every tickly tendril of the malicious feather. She strained as hard as she could to part her bound legs to assist in any way that she could. She could neither laugh loud enough to express the tickly sensations or moan loud enough to express the fire burning within her gyrating hips. The only two things that she were sure of were that she never wanted this torment to end, and that she was becoming more and more desperate for a second release of the pressure building between her legs and flat tummy. The tingling sensation was deliciously driving her insane and it was shooting all the way down to her twitching and clinching toes.
“Hahahahaha oohhhh please master please let me cum again, please.” She was already desperate. So of course her master’s HEART went out to her.
“Of course sweety, you are ALLOWED to cum again!” Then he did the unthinkable. He punctuated the word allowed with a second feather, delicately teasing her exposed puckered asshole.
The results were catastrophic. He had never seen her thrash so hard in her bondage before. It was really quite a sight. She went instantly into silent laughter. Greg had never been more proud of himself. Ever since the beginning of their marriage there was a rule. To help her learn to cum on command once given permission there was a 30 second rule. She had to cum in 30 seconds or there would be a terrible penalty that he could choose of his own creativity. That terrified Amanda to no end. The very thought made her hope she didn’t make it.
Her puckered orifice contracted and expanded rapidly as he lazily twirled the feather against it. She was absolutely trapped and could not get away from him. He had teased her here shortly from time to time but never this long and never while tickling her swollen clit after orgasm. He had been dreaming about having his poor wife in this position ALL DAY LONG.
Her silent laughter was broken at the sound of his menacing reminder “15 seconds sweety, you are going to be sorry.” Both of them knew that there was no chance, even as aroused as she was, that she could climax with the evil feather doing its work. The dueling sensation just served to drive her past the point of general arousal to a sensory overload that she welcomed with open arms and endless screaming.
“uhhhhh ohhhh, too late. You haven’t done that in a long long time sweety. I really missed our correction sessions.” His words hit in her like hammers. She was actually disappointed that she hadn’t been kept in the sweet limbo between heaven and hell longer. She just lay there breathing deeply as he crawled up onto the bed. His familiar kissed on her sweaty cheek as he pushed past her matted hair.
“I hate you…” was all that she could muster with a strangely content smile on her face.
“Awww, thank you honey!” He gently kissed her on the forehead. Greg had known Amanda long enough to know that her mock hatred was a deep compliment. Watching her bound form rise and fall in her black leather restraints was all he could take. It was finally time for his satisfaction and Amanda knew it by the burning look in his eyes. Greg could barely get over the silly grin and look of anxious anticipation in her face.
“Now, I’ll let you choose how you are PUNISHED for taking too long to cum!” Something about the way he emphasized that word always made her heart flutter. How can you feel afraid and safe at the same time? “Would you rather I kept tickling your clit with a feather, or would you rather I keep tickling your feet.”
She had a mock look of bewilderment. She hated having to choose her own demise. She loved Greg for putting her in such no win situations. She buried her face in the pillow at the first thought that came to her mind. It was so Sick it was so Twisted it was so DELICIOUS.
“I already know the answer honey.” He sounded so caring as he stroked the long locks of her hair. “I just want to hear you say it. I want to hear you admit it with your own lips so that as bad is it gets, you know you chose it.”
His words carried such a loving coldness. She could only share with him the truth. It was a single word, “BOTH!”
“See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He took the opportunity to squeeze her trapped hips for good measure.
“Yesssssssssss!” With that she heard him finally unbuckle his pants. She couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation. She didn’t know how this was going to turn out. The mystery of it all was like a fine wine that she would never run out of thirst for.
“Not as hard as this!” She couldn’t help but giggle at his well placed pun. She could feel him shift off the bed and stand behind her. She knew that he didn’t take his pants OFF, he just slid them down. He really liked to look as professional as possible while he was mindlessly tormenting his life’s greatest love. It always gave Amanda the sweet feeling of a naughty secretary being detained after work for some miscellaneous typing error, but that was another game for another time.
She felt one hand gently caressing her hips and then felt something. It was completely unexpected and made Amanda terrified to no end. She felt her purse fall onto the bed next to her. She prayed to God that he hadn’t found it. She hid it. She thought she left it in the kitchen. He hadn’t left the room. Her mind was racing. Just as he felt the tip of his manhood teasing her slick folds of skin she felt the back of her knobby hairbrush gently caress her back and seal her fate.
“Look what I found Amanda. This is what I am going to use on those freshly washed feet of yours.” He waited for the tremor of fear to set in fully before he entered her. He felt her inhale deeply as he pressed deeply inside of her. She let out a moan of great approval as he made his first soft push to her very depth. Greg was just slightly touching the secret spot deep within her.
Amanda’s mind was ablaze. She wouldn’t be able to take this. It would be too much. It would be torture. She couldn’t wait for it to start. What a disturbed little girl. It was all comforted by the full length of her lover within her. For some reason their closeness always made her feel safe no matter what evil scheme he was perpetrating against her.
“Please no, not this, Please master I won’t be able to take it. Not the hairbrush” Very rarely did Amanda beg for Greg not to do something. He enjoyed the rarity immensely.
“Remember pet, YOU CHOSE THIS.” Even Greg’s voice was quivering in their union. Amanda’s only ray of hope was how close to orgasm her master already was.
She felt the stiff feather running up the tops of her sensitive thighs as her master gently began to slide back out of her and she let out a desperate sigh. The sensations were mixing into another critical mass. With a voice weakened by arousal she uttered the four words that Greg lived for “You’re so FUCKING Sadistic!!!!” Her emphasis only added to his feeling of omnipotence over her at that very moment.
“Thank you pet.” With that he brought the feather back to her swollen clit and her erotic dance for her cruel master began again. This time every subtle nudge, squirm, flinch or quiver would slide her up and down the length of her master’s manhood. He was using her as a human vibrator and she loved every second of it.
The electric tickly sensations of her clit went deep into her sea of lust. Only ever so often did her giggles overpower the desperate moans that she was emitting as audible affirmation of her master’s superiority. Her body betrayed her yet again. With his hand reached under her she strained harder so that she could make it as easy as possible for the feather to drive her closer and closer to the edge.
Her master was beyond words. He could feel every crevice of her slippery opening. Even the slightest motion of his ticklish little slave girl sent the most electric tickly sensations through his quivering member right into his aching balls. Her moans of ecstasy were arousing but Greg was thoroughly sexually addicted to her desperate screaming laughter.
Just then he reached under him with the hairbrush. The first peals of Amanda’s hysteria just washed over Greg like a cool shower of intense pleasure. Her screams of laughter as he raked the tiny balls of the hair brush up and down her terribly *ticklish* soles that had already recieved SO MUCH attention were like a waterfall. He could feel every fiber in her being trying desperately to get away from his ruthless caress of her feet with her OWN HAIRBRUSH. She was suffering. She was suffering for him. That was the only thought that was allowed to enter into his mind. Feeling her delicious wetness sliding and grinding up against him in a fit of hysterical lust was beyond intoxicating. He closed his eyes and deeply awaited the final moment when all the build up would be released.
Amanda was in a heaven she had never known before. She had everything she wanted. Her hard nipples were being cruelly stimulated by their crisp bedding sending shock after shock of joy to her very core. Her poor clit was being tickled and teased within an inch of its life by a long stiff feather held torturously by the man she loved more than anything. Deep within her she could feel every pulse of her master’s pleasure and she felt as though they were truly one being. She loved him so much. Her emotions spilled onto her pillow in the form of tears born from the purest joy she had ever known.
The best part was what Greg was doing to her trapped feet. She loved the way the leather held her ankles firmly where they belonged. She loved the unyielding string keeping her soles taught so that every inch of them could be thoroughly explored by every demented ball of her own hairbrush that she actively hides from her cruel master. The mindless tickle torture mixed with her pure erotic lust gave her the complete sense of helplessness that she craved so desperately. She could feel the 18 year old version of herself watching with aroused applause at her current predicament. She relished the fact that with the cruel treatment of her poor feet that there was absolutely no hope of her being able to cum.
The maniacal thrashing was terrific for Greg. He craved more of it. The hairbrush was pressed harder and harder into her tortured soles making sure that every muscle was straining as much as possible against her tight bondage just as he was straining as hard as he could to roam deeper and deeper inside his deepest love.
Finally the tickly sensations in his balls could be contained no longer. He thrust himself as deeply as he could and he felt every muscle in his midsection contract to prepare for the upcoming waves of pleasure. He could only manage four words as his excitement took full hold over him. “Cummmm for me AMANDAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Greg let out a scream that even he could not believe. It felt as though all the liquid in his entire body was being furiously pumped out of him all at once. Every violent spasm forcing more and more fluid out and causing him to collapse more and more into his lover. He had NEVER felt this powerful nor had he EVER had an orgasm that shook every muscle in his being like THAT before.
At that very moment he took the evil hairbrush from Amanda’s trapped soles and let the stiff edge of the feather trail slowly over the very tip of her engorged clitoris. That alone would do it, but the spasms deep within her from her master right up against her secret spot mixed strangely with everything else that was going on. It was instantaneous. She knew that it was an orgasm; it was just different than any she had ever had, just as her screams were of an octave foreign to both of them. Greg was so proud of himself.
Greg had never seen her convulse like this from an orgasm. She was furiously shaking her head from side to side. He could feel her leg muscles twitching beneath him to let him know she was opening and closing her toes as fast as possible. Her torso was shaking from side to side. She was doing all that she could to deal with the volcanic spasms between her legs. Neither Greg’s still spasming manhood nor the feather he was still evilly trailing along her violently pulsing clit were helping her win her battle with the new sensations. As Greg recovered from his massive orgasm he was greatly enraptured by her flailing hair and high pitched squeals of delight. He took such sadistic pleasure in prolonging her torment in such situations. That’s why Amanda loved him so much. He could hardly bear the tickly sensations of her gyrations. He nobly withdrew as he cruelly forced every spasm that he possibly could out of his poor slave girl.
More than five minutes later Amanda was finally coming down off of her second high, no thanks to her sadistic husband. Even though she felt like she had just cum all the life out of her, the tingly tickly sensations still deliciously lingered between her legs. She wanted desperately to be able to rub up against something to make them dissipate, but the implications were too terrible to contemplate. At current she was content to rest tiredly and enjoy her tears of joy at her new peak of excitement. This was a wonderful beginning to what would hopefully be a VERY long week for her.
Greg just slumped down next to her and hugged her tightly. Neither of them could do all that much for the next few minutes. They just sat their in blissful silence. Greg held her as tight as he possibly could. She was his perfect tickle slave and he was her perfect tickle master. They didn’t need any words to express that. They just had to listen to each other’s elevated pulse and shallow breathing to know everything that was important right now.
To be continued.
Hello again everyone. I am so floored by the support that this work has garnered... approaching 12k views in less than nine months. I am completely blown away. Thank you all for your support. In that spirit I would like to humbly ask you all to help support the writers of this forum that provide the detailed content that we all love so much by voting in the Golden feather awards here.
and to all those who like to remain anonymous. I understand. I was like that for a while myself. you will be happy to know that there is a process for voting that does not require anything public signifying your identity. I would love it if you would avail yourself to that process as well. Thank you all so much again for your wonderful support and I think i speak for all the members of the "Writers Guild" when I thank you for participating in the Golden Feather selection process.
Thank you all again so much... this has meant so much to me.
Last edited by jj82277; 01-06-2009 at 04:52 PM.
Hey JJ - Let me the first to respond on this one.
This is a wonderful, long, hot, steamy, ticklish and erotic tale and quite engrossing. I love stories like this and am delighted with what you have been bringing to the forum.
Excellent work and I look forward to the next part.
thanks suidoken. i really appreciate that coming from you. i have a lot to live up to witht he inhuman suffering of poor agent JJ. haha. i think that the writers on this forum should have a corner or something to talk about concepts and how we describe things. I know that i took a lot from the way you tackled the sadistic mind and the thrill of the fight in your last work. thank you for the compliment the conclusion is going to be posted tomorror night promptly at 7:57 p.m.
Originally Posted by suikoden
i will say to all the lees out there. the tickle and orgasm torture is a little bit intense in the finish... i am not that bad in person... really i swear... >
You're really talented, jj, and I love reading your stories. So vivid and
entertaining. Great stuff :}
KrazieDog at 3am:
Noooo, noooooooooo, NOOOOOO, no, oh nooooooo *hangs up* *calls back* nooooo, noo! *sends picture of dude sippin' pee through a straw* nooooooo!
awww thanks run. i am really glad that you enjoyed it...
Originally Posted by RUNOFFSTAGE
I think I'm gonna go home and do this!!! LOL
thanks so much
Originally Posted by Rainay
i really love to have the females here way in
i think it says something when you can cross gender lines.
ALL I can say is OH MY GOD, that is the hotest damn story that I have EVER read, each story you write gets hotter and hotter...damn, where do someone put the fan??
It took me overnight to recover from reading this; combine that with my monitor going up in flames I figured a little down time was in order.
JJ, I have to tell you, you have completely blown me away with this story. Each part of the beautifully crafted tale has been a perfect read and then when I combine all of the parts to make it one, long delicious read as I did last night. . .WOW!!! There were times I forgot to breath, there were moments I noticed my hands were shaking. By the time I reached the end of this chapter I realized that “Oh My God” had left my lips on more than a few occasions.
You have a fantastic gift for story-telling and I can’t imagine what you have up your sleeve for the next or is it final (Although I hope with all my heart it isn’t) installment of this story. Again, I find myself waiting in anticipation.
Life is short.
Break the rules.
And..Never regret anything that made you smile.
wow, and from a golden feather award winner no less. thank you so much nicole. your kind words are greatly appreciated. i am so glad that you could get omething out of it.
Originally Posted by Embraceabl
thank you to everyone that takes the time to read my work. i can assure you that things are only going to get much much worse for our poor poor damsel in distress hehehe.
and again to all lees, i am not this bad in person... i swear (fingers crossed).
final part teaser
About ten minutes later each had recovered enough from their afterglow to be able to interact with the other again. Greg retrieved the two water bottles that he had placed at the foot of the bed and out of sight. He lovingly made brought the open end of Amanda’s water to her parched lips. She looked so beautiful. After they had both finished their water Greg made sure that his little slave girl was alright.
“Are you okay?” Greg asked with genuine concern. He could only imagine what must be going on in that head of hers.
“Nooooo, you’re so evil!” Her familiar teasing tone and warm smile returning let Greg know that all was well with Amanda. Truth be told, things were a little bit more than well to be specific.
Greg just leaned in and nibbled on her ears and kissed her neck. She was comforted by his warm attention. It was a welcome rest to his evil torture. She just let all her emotions go. She just breathed deeply and enjoyed her well earned massage. She let her tears of joy be openly seen. It was such a privilege to have a husband who understood her deepest desires so well. She just lay there still bound and enjoy the deep massage that she was getting from her now loving husband.
Every now and then he would give her a playful tickle just to make sure she didn’t fall asleep. Even though her body had been through a hell she never imagined, sleep was the last thing on her mind. She was far too wired and knew she would require lots of cuddling.
Greg worked lovingly to work every bit of tension or soreness from her muscles. He couldn’t understand how she eroticized being bound so tightly. He never bothered to question it much-hahaha. Still he knew that it was what she loved more than anything. He loved nothing more than satisfying that sensual need for her.
For Amanda being UNTIED was always the hardest part of her bondage experience. She had to say goodbye to the sweet helplessness that she wrapped herself in like a warm blanket. The only thing that comforted her was the surety of her husband’s tight embrace. Still she was a little disappointed as she felt the straps holding her ankles being loosened and the string around her poor toes being untied. She took the opportunity to freely wiggle and flex her feet that had suffered so much. It felt good to feel the cool air kiss them while her toes wiggled with new found freedom. Greg already missed the sight of her cute feet bound so TIGHTLY together.
One by one the straps holding her calves, thighs and wrists were taken away and cast aside. Finally Greg took off her blindfold. He could look into Amanda’s piercing hazel eyes again. She stretched her tight body out to regain all of her lost motion. Her naked form laying face down was a sight to behold for Greg. She folded her arms delicately under her head on her pillow and could barely move. He just straddled the backs of her legs and continued her gentle massage. Just surveying her bare smooth skin still sent chills up Greg’s very core. She was so beautiful. He loved her so much. His emotion welled up in his chest.
He leaned down to finally take her lips into his. He laid his head next to hers and wrapped his arms around her still quivering body. She met his lips eagerly with hers. She was almost perfectly content as she lost herself deep in their passionate bond.
Still there was something in the back of her mind. Did he forget? It wasn’t like him to forget something like that. She tried to put it out of her mind as his fingers began to gently stroke through her hair.
JJ, This is just evil. . . Where is the next part of this story???
Please post it. . . pretty please.
Originally Posted by jj82277
Life is short.
Break the rules.
And..Never regret anything that made you smile.
Give yourself to him and he shall post.