• The TMF is sponsored by Clips4sale - By supporting them, you're supporting us.
  • >>> If you cannot get into your account email me at [email protected] <<<
    Don't forget to include your username

The TMF is sponsored by:

Clips4Sale Banner

Do Not Open Until Christmas (m/f)

laughter_n_love

TMF Regular
Joined
Nov 2, 2001
Messages
293
Points
0
"Do Not Open Until Christmas."

There was no mistaking Mike's handwriting; she'd peered over his shoulder many a time as he wrote out one of his weekly To Do lists, which he joked would become his "HoneyDew" lists once they were married. As in, "Honey, do this," and "Honey, do that." She thought that highly unlikely, as he was Mr. Detail-Oriented-Planner, while she was all about living life spontaneously. How could ever imagine ever giving him weekly chores to do when she could barely figure out the next five minutes for herself?

There was no mistaking to whom the message was written; it was affixed to a wrapped present that had been carefully placed under the Christmas tree in the living room of the condo in which they lived alone. With the holiday still three weeks away, it was the only gift under the tree, and since they had not yet begun shopping for either of their extended families, the present was unquestionably intended for her. This message, then, was undeniably directed at her. Of that she was certain.

There was no mistaking the intent behind the message; she could read and understand English, she understood holiday traditions, and she knew all about Santa Claus and the reindeer and the jingle bells. She was not to open the gift until December 25th. There was zero confusion on her part on this.

And yet, as clear and unmistakable as those five innocuous words were, they had Tori in a state of anxiety that bordered on mania. Or maybe it was excitement. It was probably both, she decided.

"Damn him," she thought to herself as she stared down at the unassuming present while nibbling on a fingernail. "He knew this would kill me." Her toes tapped rapidly against the hardwood floor.

What was in the box? She had to know. HAD TO. Not knowing was not an option.

It was square, like an old fashioned hat box, but she didn't wear old fashioned hats, so she discounted that possibility. The gift was wrapped, so there was no hint of what might be inside by inspecting the outer surface. She was tempted to pick it up and shake it, like a child might, but then she knew that she would think herself a child if she did that, and she would never forgive herself if inside was something fragile and she accidentally broke it. Imagine how that would go over; their first Christmas together, and she not only opened her gift early, but she also damaged it. That was no way to start a lifetime together. It was unthinkable.

So she stared at it, nibbling. Nibbling and tapping. And her mind raced through all the possibilities she could come up with of what might be inside. It was too big for a jewelry box, though she wouldn't put it past Mike to be the type to pull the Russian nesting doll trick on her. It could be the cashmere sweater she'd not-so-subtly dropped hints that she wanted, but the box looked to big for that, and a sweater didn't feel 'special' enough to warrant this kind of mystery. She began to pace back and forth in front of the tree, her eyes never leaving the gift. It definitely wouldn't be anything from their wedding registry, and she couldn't imagine it was anything related to their honeymoon plans in Hawaii. They had agreed Christmas and the wedding were two separate things, and they wouldn't mingle one with the other. So what did that leave?

"Uggs!" she suddenly declared, like a detective solving a crime. "He got me Uggs". That she was talking to herself never entered her mind; she was feeling far too smug at having figured it all out. The box was the right shape and size for calf-high boots, and with this being her first winter in New York after moving up from Virginia, she needed something both functional and fashionable to keep her feet warm. And it fit in with what she knew of her future husband. Mike, the planner. Mike, the guy who thinks of everything. Mike, the foot fetishist.

Tori giggled to herself. Mike had never come out and admitted he had a foot fetish, but she suspected he did, and that was just fine by her. She was never one to turn down a foot rub, and he was super good at giving them. He was also the first guy who had ever used his mouth on her feet, and wouldn't you know it, that felt amazing. She didn't even mind when he snuck in tickles on her feet, because hell, those felt good too, though she always dutifully played her part and protested, just never too much to actually discourage him. It all made perfect sense now. The guy who was into feet would surprise her with the gift of boots.

But then a horrible thought struck her. What if he got her the wrong size? Granted, he was intimately aware of every inch of her feet with all the attention he lavished on them, but that didn't mean he knew her shoe size. And sure, he could have looked at her other shoes in their shared closet, but that didn't necessarily mean that these boots would fit her. Sometimes she took a size 5, and sometimes a size 6. She imagined how crushed he would be if all his planning was for naught because she couldn't cram her tiny feet into even tinier boots.

Inspiration struck her. They had more of the wrapping paper he had used. Mike wasn't going to be home for a few more hours still. She could open the box, try on the boots, and re-wrap them without him ever knowing. That plan made all the sense in the world to her. It was foolproof.

She picked up the box that was clearly marked "Do Not Open Until Christmas" and immediately knew that she was wrong about what was inside. First off, the weight was all wrong. And even if she hadn't picked up on that, Tori could hear something hard and metallic shift inside. Her heart dropped. It wasn't Uggs. But it was too late for her to stop. The box was in her hands now. And she still had to know. HAD TO. Regardless of what was inside, she could re-wrap the gift and Mike would be none the wiser. The plan would still work.

She sat on the couch and placed the present gently on her knees. She sat there for a moment, waiting for whatever was inside to burst out like a Jack-in-the-Box, and when nothing happened, she rubbed her fingertips together and found the corner where the wrapping paper looked the most breachable. Carefully, she started to ease the tape away from the paper, making every effort not to tear anything, and then she realized how ridiculous she was being. She was going to re-wrap it afterwards, so there was no point in being dainty. A few aggressive tears later, and the box was unwrapped.

It was made of cardboard with Amazon markings all over the sides. The box had once been sealed, but was no longer. Mike must have broken that seal to make sure what he ordered was inside, and then wrapped the box without bothering to re-seal it. He would have figured that once she was past the wrapping paper, there was no need to torture her further by making her open the box within.

Tori flipped opened the unsealed top to find the shock of her life. She gasped aloud, one hand flying to cover her mouth, though she was quite alone without a soul withing shouting distance. With eyes as big as saucers and her breath locked in her chest, she reached in to touch what was inside. She had to convince herself it was real and not just her imagination playing tricks on her.

Inside the box was two pairs of bondage cuffs, a blindfold, and a ball gag.

Her fingers touched everything; the luxurious silk of the blindfold, the hard rubber of the ball gag, and the soft leather of the cuffs. They were all real. And they were for her. Her brain struggled to process this last part. To her knowledge, she had never given Mike any indication that she was into bondage or wanting to experiment with it. She had no experience with this sort of thing, and it had never even entered her mind to want to try it. She'd told him she wanted a cashmere sweater. In no way, shape, or form could that ever be misinterpreted as her wanting bondage gear. So what did that leave?

That left Mike, her fiance', the man she loved. The man with the plan. The man with the plan to tie her up.

As bizarre as that thought was, Tori felt a flush of excitement course through her body. If a thermometer were under her tongue at that very moment, she was sure it would have ticked up a degree or two. "He wants to tie me up." They were young, and in love, and the sex between them was fantastic, and now this new gift held even more possibilities of what they might do together in the bedroom. She warmed to the idea rapidly. Suddenly, the thought of Mike tying her up was all consuming. She wanted him to tie her up like right now.

Fingers trembling with excitement, she started to unpack the box. She wanted to try everything out. She couldn't wait...

Her eyes fell upon something in the box that had been hidden from sight by the leather cuffs, but was now plainly visible. She froze, her blood turning ice cold. There was one additional item in the package that she had failed to notice initially, and it was a game changer.

There, at the bottom of the Amazon box, was a lone feather.

Tori's mind reeled. Mike, her fiance, the man she loved. The man with the plan. The man with the plan to tie her up and tickle her. Mr. foot fetish was showing her his cards.

She swallowed, plucking the feather from the box and twirling it in her fingertips. Experimentally, she ran it along the back of her arm, and then along her neck. It tickled, but not that much. If Mike wanted to use this on her, that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, would it? She ran it along her cheek. That actually felt kind of nice. It might feel even nicer running across her chest, or her inner thighs, now that she thought about it. Maybe Mike was onto something after all. And if it made him happy, it made her happy. So he wanted to tie her up and tickle her...that might be kind of fun, right? And if it turned him on, then maybe all those other ideas she'd just been enjoying became a reality, and then everybody wins. Why yes, Mike, you can tie me up and tickle me! In fact, I insist you do so!

If Mike was the man with the plan, then Tori was the woman with the impulses. She had been told not to open this box until Christmas, and she hadn't listened. She had disobeyed the man who wanted to tie her up and tickle her. Clearly then, she needed to be punished. Punished with bondage tickles. She flushed at the idea, which was quickly becoming every bit as appealing to her as her previous visions of being tied and ravaged. Mike had planned on surprising her on Christmas morning with this shocking gift. She decided she would return the favor and present him with a gift he would find every bit as shocking. This gift wasn't getting re-wrapped and re-opened on Christmas. This gift was getting used, today. As in, right now.

Tori stood up and peeled off her top and slipped out of her jeans, right there in the living room. Off came her socks next. The condo wasn't cold, but it wasn't by any means hot, so standing there in just her bra and panties had her quickly covered in goosebumps and shivering. She wasn't the type to have extra layers of fat to keep her warm, so she moved to the fireplace and set about getting a fire going. She kind of wish she had a camera on her because pictures of her making up a fire in just her underwear might be sexy, or funny, or both, but she didn't stop to get one; she was too focused on trying out her gift for any extra distractions.

Once the fire was stoked and throwing off some heat into the living room, she headed back to the couch. There was no point in doing this half-ass, so she slipped off the bra and wriggled out of her panties. They had made love on this couch before, but she had been wearing her sleep t-shirt that time. To her knowledge, this was the first time she had been completely nude in this room. It was a day of surprising firsts!

Sitting back down in front of the unpacked box, she turned the cuffs over in her hands, familiarizing herself with them. They were soft, with an adjustable strap so they would fit people of different sizes. And each set came with a ring on one cuff and a bolt snap on the other, which Tori, who was quite unfamiliar with these things, thought was quite clever. She pulled her heels up onto the edge of the couch and wrapped a cuff around each ankle, pulling the adjustable straps tight so there was no way they would slip off. She attached the bolt snap to the ring and straightened her legs, liking the way her cuffed ankles and feet looked against the backdrop of the crackling fire. Another picture moment lost.

With her ankles still cuffed to one another, she grabbed the second set of cuffs and set about putting them on her own wrists. This was tougher, as it was really a two-handed job to tighten the adjustable straps, but she managed to do it without resorting to using her teeth. As before, she attached the bolt snap on one to the ring on the other, and practically purred as she sat there in her first bondage ever. There was no doubt she was loving not only how the cuffs felt on her limbs, but the restriction they put on her movements. How did Mike know she would love this? He couldn't have...or could he? He was the master of details; maybe he had picked up on some subtle clues she'd unknowingly been dropping.

There was more to be done, so she twisted her hands awkwardly to unclasp her wrists from one another. The ball gag was in her hands next. It looked much bigger once she brought it up to her lips, like the world's biggest jawbreaker. "YOLO," she breathed before opening her mouth widely and guiding the ball between her teeth. This wasn't a pleasant feeling. Not at all. She was tempted to pull it right back out but dismissed the idea; this was all part of Mike's gift, and she was determined to try it all for him. The gag had an adjustable strap that fastened behind her neck. She hadn't put her hair up, so it took a bit of maneuvering to flip her hair out of the way and get the gag secured on tight, but she managed to get it done. The rubber ball was held fast between her teeth. She couldn't spit it out now if she tried. Drool began to collect in her open mouth. "Well that isn't sexy," she thought to herself, using the back of her arm to wipe the corner of her mouth. Her jaw began to ache a bit.

A look at the armrest of the couch hit her with a moment of inspiration. Carefully, she gathered the blindfold and the feather and put them on the couch where she could reach them before unclasping her ankles from one another. There was a small space between the armrest and the couch cushion, and the gap was divided into two sections by a vertical piece of wood. She pointed her toes and guided her feet through these two holes until her ankles stuck out through the arm rest. It wasn't easy, but she was able to reach over the armrest and re-attach the bolt snap to the ring on her ankle cuffs, effectively trapping her ankles through the armrest. She gave some tentative tugs on her ankles and found they were not sliding back out. Slurping back more drool, she lovingly placed the feather on the armrest where it would await her fiancé's return.

Compared to everything else, putting the blindfold over her own eyes was easy. It slid behind her head and cut off all vision except for a sliver if she looked straight down her nose. "Not good enough," she thought to herself and re-adjusted it until she couldn't see anything at all.

It was odd sitting there in the living room listening to a fire burn in a fireplace that she could not see. The loss of sight added a whole new layer of depth to the experience, one she wasn't sure she liked. A momentary wave of panic wash over her. What if someone broke in? What if Mike got into an accident and needed her? What if her future in-laws dropped by unannounced? Her heart slammed in her chest and she realized she was practically gasping for breath. She reached up to remove the blindfold.

And then the panic attack subsided. She was able to get her breathing under control and her heart rate to a reasonable pace. "Relax," she said to herself, slurping and wiping her mouth. With a renewed sense of determination, she lay back on the couch, wriggling her bottom up until her ankles would slide up no further. She reached up with her arms and was thrilled to find she could easily reach the far armrest. She was short, but not that short.

One last piece and the puzzle would be complete. She found the bolt snap on her wrist and held it open with the thumb of the hand that wore that cuff. While holding it open, she snaked her arms up through the holes in the armrest, and then the fun began. Blindly, and unsure if was even possible, she began fishing for the ring on the far cuff with the open bolt snap. It required effort, but she felt certain that if she tried hard enough, she would hook it. It might have taken a minute, or it might have taken five minutes, but at last, she felt the bolt snap hook the other cuff and she let go. With a sigh of relief, she collapsed, and though her body remained taut, bound at both ends of the couch, her muscles visibly relaxed. She had done it.

Except it wasn't as comfortable as she had hoped. She felt a pinch in both her wrists and ankles, and already there was an ache in her shoulders that matched the one in her jaw. Lying in bondage was fun, but maybe it would be better to wait until Mike got home to get in this position. She reached for the bolt snap to release her wrists.

And found she could not grab it again.

Panic threatened to well up inside her again, but she fought it back this time. This was a setback, but she could handle it. No big deal. She was tied to the couch, naked, blindfolded and gagged. What's the worst that could happen?

She began to struggle in earnest, hoping to pull the cuffs free, or find the bolt snap with her frantic fingers, or break the wooden armrest at either end of the couch. None of it worked. When she was done, she was out of breath and every bit as tightly cuffed as she before. There was nothing to do now but wait.

She tried to relax. Time seem to pass slowly as she lay there helplessly. Her ears listened to the crackling of the flames. Whenever the drool built up too much, she turned her head to the side to wipe her lips on her biceps . As her body become more accustomed to the position, the ache in her muscles started to loosen. She wiggled her toes and wondered how Mike would enjoy the view that awaited him.

This last thought brought a smile to her face, though it looked more like a the smile of a maniac around the ball gag. Mike would be so excited to find her like this. She wished she would be able to see the look on his face, but his touch would tell her all she needed to know. He would tickle her, that was for sure. The thought gave her goosebumps. And then, who knew what else he might do? Would he use his hands all over her? Or maybe his mouth? She started to heat up again, as she always did when thoughts of sex with Mike came to her. This was going to be so good.

At some point, she must have dozed off, because she was quite surprised to hear the sounds of the front door opening. Her ears were her only unimpaired faculty, so they were on high alert for any unidentifiable sound. The sound of the door was unmistakable, as was the sound of Mike dropping his bag onto the hardwood floor in the foyer and of his jacket being removed.

"Tori?" she heard him call out. She heard a hint of confusion in his voice. He was probably wondering why there was a fire in the fireplace and no woman greeting him at the door. That meant that a moment later...

"Tori?!" she heard him call, this time from in the room. He had found her. Her body flushed with renewed heat and excitement.

"Surprise!" she called out, but with the gag in her mouth, it came out more like, "Shuurggiighe!" Damn she wanted to see his face right now!

"What....I can't believe you did this," Mike said.

A new kind of panic flooded through Tori. He was upset. Or mad. Or mad and upset. This idea had blown up in her face. "Don't be mad," she tried to say, bit it came out as, "Mmmooommeemaaaah".

"Mad?" he asked, somehow able to translate her garble-speak. "I'm not mad...I love it." His voice came from the end of the couch where her tiny feet lay bare and cuffed. Tori's heart leapt with excitement. This was really happening.

A moment later, she felt something soft and tickly running up and down both of her soles. She giggled, wiggling her feet playfully in response. The feather was far too light to really tickle. It actually felt kind of nice tickling the bottoms of her feet, but she wanted to give her man a good show, so she played along like it was torture. "Do you like your gift?" Mike asked.

"Mmmmhmmmm," she slurped around the rubber ball. He was threading the feather between her painted toes, and while this tickled a bit more, it was still more pleasurable than anything.

"You disobeyed me though," he said. "You weren't supposed to open this until Christmas." The feather was kissing along her ankles.

"Ayyye wooah", she agreed. "Ayyyem ahh mmaad mmuurrm"

"Yes, you are a bad girl. I think you should be punished, don't you?" Mike was teasing along the tops of her toes with the feather. Tori hadn't realized that was a tickle spot, but she flapped her feet and flexed her toes dutifully, giggling sweetly all the while.

"Mmmmhmmmm," she agreed again. "Mmiim mmiicwles"

"That's right...with tickles." Mike was remarkably good at understanding her gibberish.

Without warning, he pushed her right big toe back until it was flush against the wooden armrest, pinning it there, and she felt the quill end of the feather being dragged down her sole. There was no play-acting in her reaction this time; it tickled! She squealed from behind the gag, immediately dissolving into real giggles, and struggle to free her toe from his grip. He wasn't letting her toe go though, instead using the sharp end of the feather to scratch squiggly lines all along the bottom of her foot. She flopped around as much as her limited bondage allowed, earnestly trying to escape the tickling and failing. "MMMMMMaaayee! MMMmeeeese!" she protested, for once truly meaning it.

"Sorry Tori. You already agreed to this." She squealed again as he switched feet unexpectedly and repeated this unbearable treatment on her left sole. This was unlike any playful tickles he had ever inflicted on her in the past. Her bottom pounded on the couch uselessly as she was unable to find relief from that wicked feather. The giggles flowed from behind the gag like running water. "MMMMmmowwray! MMMMmmowwray!"

"I'm sure you are very sorry Tori, but you said so yourself, you should be punished with tickles."

Despite his words, the tickling on her feet stopped as unexpectedly as it started. Mike released her toe from his pinning hold. Tori gasped for breath, unable to believe how intense something as innocent as a feather on her feet could feel. She suspected he wasn't done tickling her feet, so she scrunched up her toes to make her targets as small as possible and started to beg. "MMMmeeeese...mmmoomoh....mmmoomoh..."

What came next surprised her further. As if she wasn't already helpless enough, Mike had found something to tie around her big toes. Though she wanted to, she didn't fight him as he pushed her big toes back against the armrest and tied them to the wood there. When he was done, he would have both his hands free and she would be unable to wriggle her feet for relief. She groaned from behind the gag, knowing her feet were utterly screwed now. And yet, despite this, the act of Mike being the one to apply the bondage to her sent a thrill along her nervous system. When both toes were tied back, she could not point her foot even a fraction of an inch.

His lips found the toes on her left foot, giving the pads kisses, before he gave in to his true desires by enveloping several of her toes in his mouth. She moaned at this unexpected treatment, loving how his tongue played along and in between her toes, and not even caring that she could hardly move a muscle as he worshiped her little foot. More heat rose from between her legs. If anything, having zero control over how he mouthed her toes was intoxicating, especially considering how ticklish he knew she was and how this pleasure could turn to torture at any moment.

As if he could read her mind, that is exactly what happened. His short fingernails found the bottom of her right foot, scribbling up and down her sole, while his mouth never missed a beat on her left toes. Tori moan turned to a squeal as she lurched in new ticklish agony, her brain torn in two directions by warring sensations. This mixture of worship and tickling at the same time was entirely new, and she found herself unable to properly process the signals in her brain. She didn't know whether to laugh or to mewl, to struggle or to sit still. She found herself doing a bit of all of that, caught helplessly between pleasure and torment.

She made sounds from behind the gag, but they weren't words. Just alternating sounds, sometimes expressing pleasure, and sometimes expressing frustration or desperation. But one thing was constant throughout, and that was her giggling. In the end, the nerve endings that recorded ticklishness were just a bit louder and more insistent than those that recorded pleasure, so while both had a voice at the table in her head, it was the tickle nerves that chaired the meeting.

Mike switched feet and techniques. His nails skated along her left sole now while he flickered his tongue along her right sole, almost like a snake. Tori's squeals and giggles increased in frequency and volume accordingly. Damn those stupid toe ties. They completely robbed her of any chance of relief at all. Her feet were practically immobile, allowing him to do whatever the hell he wanted to do to them. And apparently, what he wanted to tickle his fiancee until she was hoarse. Her taut soles must have been irresistible to him.

She tried to protest, but she couldn't form even gibberish words. Not that it would have helped. Mike had bought her bondage cuffs for Christmas. She had tied herself up for him. She had agreed she needed to be punished with bondage tickles. There was no way this game was ending early on account of rain, and act of God, or anything else. She was in this for the long haul, until whatever end he had in in mind. Protesting at this point was a waste of time, though her fight-or-flight response still compelled her to do so.

His tongue detached from her feet and was replaced by his other hand, so just like that, all the pleasure was taken away and it was double-down time on the tickling. His nails weren't long, but there was still enough of an edge to them that each time he flickered them down her taut soles, it was like electrical impulses shooting straight into her brain. Just ten fingernails scribbling up and down her two tiny bare feet, like a swarm of ants running hurriedly in all directions over their hill. Tori bounced helplessly on the couch, tears of tortured laughter springing to the corners of her eyes. She had no idea how unbearable tickling could be once all freedom was taken away.

Mike must have sensed she was reaching her limits, because he finally gave her feet a much needed rest. The feather was back on her, this time running circles around her tiny pink nipples, which immediately stiffened in response. Her breathing slowed as she came down off adrenaline mountain, enjoying this gentle 'torture' far more than the nails on her feet. She started to tell him something when he cut her off with a hand between her legs. She arched into his touch as much as she could, eager to show him how welcome this new sensation was. He didn't disappoint, rubbing his fingers over her outer labia before sneaking a finger inside her and finding her clit with his thumb. Her eyes rolled back in her head at this. He know how to touch her, and not just her feet. The feather tickling at her nipples was a wonderful addition to the hand pleasuring between her legs.

She found herself grinding on her hand as much as her stretched position allowed. There was something so stimulating about being touched like this while tied up. Even the torturous tickling on her feet had been laced with erotic undertones because it had been done by her lover while she lay naked and helpless. Mike ditched the feather and began to lightly tickle at her nipples with his fingertips. This brought on fresh giggles, but Tori didn't even care. She was quickly becoming of the mindset that bondage, tickling, and sex could all be intertwined, which she suspected was Mike's goal all along. Her body squirmed under his touch, half of her trying to evade his fingertips, and the other seeking their attention desperately. It was a heavenly paradox.

She came. Hard. Harder than she could remember. Mike had stoked fires within her she didn't know existed. He had shown her new delights that before today were foreign to her. Bondage. Tickle torture. Giving him total control over her. It was wonderful, heady stuff. Stuff that she knew would be part of their shared lives together going forward.

He kept touching and tickling her throughout her orgasm, riding the wave along with her. Even after her orgasm subsided, he kept on fingering and rubbing her, still tickle dancing his fingertips over her breasts. He added words for the first time. "Cum for me, Tori. Cum for me again. Show me that you love this as much as I do." She needed no more encouragement to arch into his hand for a second time in a matter of moments. Truly, Mike had unlocked something inside her, a discovery that would shape the course of their sex lives forever.

As she crashed back to earth, spent and satisfied and tingling all over, she felt Mike reaching to unlock the gag from behind her head. Weakly, she tilted her head forward to help him free her from the uncomfortable rubber ball between her teeth. Her jaw ached but not having that thing between her teeth felt like heaven. She didn't trust her words or her voice yet though, so she instead offered him a smile that showed him how deliriously pleasurable she was feeling. Mike had other plans though.

He slipped the blindfold off her eyes, and when she blinked away the darkness and was able to focus, there she found him standing beside her, still in his work clothes save for his exposed cock which was ridiculously engorged and staring her in the face. "Come here," she whispered, opening her mouth to invite him in.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mike and Tori shared a wonderful first Christmas together. She got the cashmere sweater she wanted, and he got an electric toothbrush, a back scratcher, and a hairbrush in his stocking; all little surprises from Santa's naughtiest elf. And in the spring, the man with the plan, Mr. Foot Fetish himself, married the woman with the impulses, or Mrs. Tickle Slut, as she liked to now think of herself.

And the rope marks on her wrists were hardly even visible in their wedding photos, unless you were looking for them.
 
At first I was thinking she was opening a gift for HIM to be tied up with those cuffs by HER as the not before Christmas by then caught on that He intended to give them to her.
Not nearly enough punishment for being opening early though ;)
I really like the flow and naivete of her trying the stuff out and getting caught.
I almost expected some.other guy ronfind her tied up not her husband, by I liked that you kept the story romantic.
 
What a story. I mean what a story! Super hot, fabulously written and perfectly detailed! Brilliant! :)
 
l'n'l,<p>
It's ALWAYS a holiday when you offer us one of your fun, affectionate gems. This romantic comedy (with the requisite bit o' spice) has your customary deft domestic details and sly challenges to our skepticism (Would she REALLY "try on" the gift? SURE she would!).<p>
Of course, if the TMF presents a few more tales like this, Disney might decide to buy the site. Jeff & Co. might say, "Hell yes!", but is the world ready for The Laughter 'n' Love Ride in Orlando?<p>
Thank you for this heart (and lower) warming treat.
 
@Nibblerinde - I already have a story (Bedroom Games) that involves a tied up woman being discovered by the wrong man. I can see where you thought that would be the case in this story, which is why I had Tori briefly worry about that very possibility. I'm glad you weren't disappointed in the route I chose to take, as not every story needs to be dark and delve into nightmare territory, especially not a Christmas story!

@EnTranceToExit - I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for taking the time to share your feedback.

@TeeHeeLawrence - I'll start drawing up the plans for my theme park ride. I wish this idea didn't intrigue and excite me as much as it does...is there any way to make this really happen? Does anyone have any pull over at Disney?

@milagros317 - Thank you, Sir!
 
Exceptionally well written story. I appreciate your tender, romantic and very exciting writing style. Keep it up!
 
What's New

3/28/2024
Stop by the TMF Welcome Forum and take a second to say hello!
Tickle Experiment
Door 44
NEST 2024
Register here
The world's largest online clip store
Live Camgirls!
Live Camgirls
Streaming Videos
Pic of the Week
Pic of the Week
Congratulations to
*** brad1701 ***
The winner of our weekly Trivia, held every Sunday night at 11PM EST in our Chat Room
Back
Top