I'll jump on this train. I did indeed tickle the ever-loving hell out of her, so I hope you don't mind the overhwelming sexual overtones. Skip this post if you're not the "sexually into tickling" type...it's a little graphic.
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She was mine.
I don't mean she was my fiance and she's completely loyal to me. True though that may be, she was mine in the sense that she was my property, my toy, my sex doll. She presented herself to me wearing exactly what she knew would please me - black pantyhose and a ballgag, nothing more. I made a point of slitherng my eyes down along her nearly naked body, drinking in the beauty that was my perfect woman. When I stepped toward her and took her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, her eyes widened and she sucked in a gasp around the red rubber ball between her lips, trembling as the double lance of pinching pain shot through her chest.
By the time she was on her back, I had kissed and nibbled every inch of her breasts, fluttered the tip of my tongue against her neck, and slipped my hand between her legs. I could feel the heat oh her arousal, and only a few gentle rubs brought her honey through the gusset of her pantyhose. She pressed against me and grabbed the throbbing member she wanted so badly to please, and I allowed her to indulge herself for a few moments before pushing her playfully onto the mattress.
Leather cuffs around her wrists were tightly bound to the center of our headframe, and I tugged her by the hips along the length of the bed to stretch her out. She whimpered as her body was pulled taut, and I could hear her breathing more heavily as I slid our firmest pillow under her lower back. She blushed as I folded a towel and placed it underneath her thighs. I wrapped a second pair of cuffs around her ankles and tied them to the opposing corners of the bed, making sure she had no wriggle room whatsoever.
I couldn't help it. After binding both ankles to the frame of the bed, I couldn't resist the urge to tease that helpless, sensitive little nyloned foot of hers. I slid my fingertips along the smooth fabric, and she began giggling through her gag. She was watching me with excitement and I could see the haze of arousal in her eyes, so I held her eye contact as I leaned over and took her stockinged toes into my mouth.
Her eyelids flutters, and her eyes rolled up into her head. Her back arched - as much as she could get it to, anyway - and she groaned loudly. Her passionate, muffled cry dissolved into manic giggles as my fingertips, arched and deft, spidered rapidly against the spot here her arch meets the ball of her foot. My nails scrabbled quickly against the most ticklish place on her sole, and she yanked on the tight bonds, squealing and sputtering as she fought the conflicting sensations of intense ticklishness and the warmth of my tongue against the undersides of her toes. Being the good little girl that she is, she made sure to keep her feet and legs as still as possible in spite of the bolts of sensation coursing through her body, keeping her toes flexed back and her silky soles as exposed and vulnerable as she could.
For many long moments I drank in her reactions and listened gleefully as she squealed and cried out, her fists balled and her eyes squeezed shut. When I finally had mercy on her poor, sensitive foot...I moved to the other. She was gasping and mewling in that way only a lifestyle participant can truly appreciate, and just before I began assaulting her untouched foot, she glanced down at me, bleary fear mixed with excitement in her eyes.
By the time I had my temporary fill of playing with her feet, I was as high as one can become without taking drugs. I could smell her arousal - it had permeated the room like a delicious thick vapor, spurring me towards more sensation play. My hands slid up along her nyloned legs, my nostrils sending pure pleasure to my brain as I slowly licked the inside of each pantyhosed thigh. I planted cruelly close kisses around her womanhood, feeling the heat pulsing from between her legs as I slid my arms under her silken thighs. She gasped and writhed with anticipation, fearful of the intensity of what was to come next. At the same moment my lips pressed against her nub, the tip of my tongue sliding against the moist gusset of her pantyhose, my fingertips began a gentle, light stroking of both her sides, sliding over the smooth, sensitive flesh of her ribcage. She pushed herself eagerly against my mouth, gasping and arching before the laughter came. My tongue pressed flat against her as my fingertips danced along her sides, and it wasn't long before I lost patience with the gusset.
The knife on the end table was sharp, and as I took it between my toy's legs, she gasped and shuddered, watching me carefully. With extreme precision, I slowly slit the fabric and removed the soaked gusset, revealing her hot, pink sex. She inhaled sharply when I slid the flat of the cold blade against her warm lips, and she pressed her head back into the mattress and moaning woefully as I allowed it to carefully glide up and down along her wetness. Replacing the knife from whence it came, I dove back to my previous engagement, sliding my arms back under her thighs and rapidly sliding my tongue up and down her aching sex. She screamed behind her gag as my arms wrapped around her thighs, pulling her taut against the headframe and down onto my eager lips.
I counted off three orgasms, lapping up each drop of honey she offered and ignoring her occasional pleas for mercy as each climax built towards it overloading release. She laid on the bed, limp and steaming, trying to catch her breath. She was the most beautiful sight my eyes had ever laid upon - newly crotchless pantyhose framing her perfect legs and red-painted toenails, ballgag pressed into her mouth, sweat plastering a few strands of hair against her forehead. Her head lolled back and forth in post-orgasm exhaustion, and I took the opportunity to press a padded leather blindfold over her eyes, carefully lifting her head and buckling it tightly. She moaned softly in protest, but gasped when I slid my hand between her thighs again, laying next to her and cooing teasingly into her ear.
"No, no, nononononoo~!"
She shook her head rapidly as three fingers invaded her pussy, finding her soft pleasure center immediately and rubbing it with merciless pressure as I held her close. She squealed and strained, cumming immediately and writhing against me in her tight bondage. Her warm skin against mine made my cock throb against her thigh, my hand coming away soaked in her honey when she was finally done spasming with nearly painful ecstasy. She panted and whimpered for several seconds before I lost against the temptation to tickle her exposed, deliciously fragrant underarms.
My fingers skittered lightly over her skin, tips dancing against her smooth pits one-at-a-time. First one, then the other, then both, then back to the first. The exhausted, ticklish little toy laying against me laughed with every stroke, giggling at even the threat of another touch, and her cheeks and chest shone pink with the blush of her arousal. My legs wrapped around hers, and the feel of her warm skin under the nylon against my bare leg nearly made me explode against her thigh as I teased and tickled her nipples, breasts, underarms, hips and tummy. I held her there, one arm slid underneath her back as my other hand played with her flesh, and for many long minutes she hysterically squealed, swore and screamed, the intensity of my tickles slowly ramping up until she could barely stand it. Small breaks of mercy were given when I would pinch her stiff nipples or slide my fingertips against the crease between her womanhood and her thighs.
When my tickle toy sputtered and coughed, unable to laugh any further for the moment, I allowed her a moment's respite while I reached for the Hitachi. When the motor clicked to life and hummed it's tune of pleasure in the open air above my babygirl's bound body, her breath caught in her throat and she quite literally froze in place. Her words were muffled, but their syllables were clear - "please no, please please please!"
The instrument of personal pleasure before me was tuned so tightly, keyed so high, that the moment that soft rubber head grazed the hood of her clit, she lost her mind. Screaming like a wild animal, she thrashed in the tight bonds, unable to find a single second of mercy from the onslaught of brutal, cruel pleasure that suddenly filled her tight body. The low, gentle hum of the vibrator was barely audible above her squeals of passion, and I slowly rubbed it's head up and down between her forcibly spread thighs, causing the poor girl to squirt heartily onto the towel I'd thoughtfully laid out beneath her. She pressed her head into her biceps, biting hard into the red ballgag between her teeth and cumming her little heart out several times as I mercilessly slid the implement up and down against her sex. The towel never stood a chance.
She seemed asleep as I unbound the ropes securing her cuffed, nyloned ankles to opposite sides of the bedframe. Her legs here heavy and limp, her calves soft against my hands as I lifted them. The ropes I secured to the top of the headframe, taking out slack first on one side then the other as she lay there, breathing deeply and nearly unconscious from the exertion of being forced to cum with such intensity. When I was finished, she was folded at the waist, her pantyhosed soles faces the ceiling, her thighs spread embarrassingly wide, and her glistening, upwards-facing womanhood was pink, wet, and begging for more attention. Who would I be to allow such a tempting, eager treat to go undevoured? She tasted so sweet, like nectar from Heaven above, and she sounds that poured from behind her gag as I teased her core with my tongue were nothing less than orchestral. When I slid the humming vibrator down the back of her nyloned thigh, she attempted to draw her knees together, but her pantyhosed legs could move only a very limited distance, and she strained so beautifully against the bondage that I couldn't help but take her right there.
I positioned myself against her, removing the pillow from the small of her back and sliding into her. With my right hand, I held the humming white pleasure device lightly against her clit, and with the other, I stroked the silken, helpless arch just to my left. Long courses of touch at first slid along her nyloned sole, and I slid very,
very slowly in and out of her. Her body was unable to bear the multitude of sensations for very long and withing seconds, I could feel her pulsing and throbbing against me in climax as a confused mixture of ticklish giggles and deep, animalistic groans of pleasure poured from her lovely, muffled mouth. I made sure to pay equal attention to each nyloned sole as I treated her little aching clit to the constant buzzing, never allowing her eager writhing against my hips to lure me into speeding my thrusts. The sensation of her helplessly exploding honeypot gushing onto me over and over was delectable, and soon, the only sound she could make was the uncontrolled, hysterical laughter of a woman who's body had been pushed far beyond it's capacity for pleasure. She screamed with panicked laughter as I tickle tortured her helpless soles, the runaway train of ecstasy wiping her mind of all sensible thought, and she later told me that she'd been unable to tell the difference between the end of one orgasm and the beginning of the other, suspecting she'd been spasming and cumming non-stop for a period of time she was unable to quantify. Needless to say, it wasn't long after that when I put the vibrator down, grabbed her by her cuffed ankles, and showed her the definition of the phrase "getting fucked." Her screaming laughter turned into wails of panicked "OOOOOH!"s as my fingertips found her nipples, pinching tightly, and my orgasm joined hers.
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