CassandraMarie
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Sweet Freedom- F/M (true story)
Written By: ~CassandraMarie~
Co-written & Edited By: DeaconMye
While watching videos, she had noticed a lot of female Ler's had artificial nails. Assuming that it would make sessions even more torturous for her Lee, she went to the nail parlor and pampered her malicious tools. After over an hour in a chair her masterpieces were complete, they were the perfect shade of red. Excited to try them out on her Lee, she rushed over to his work and texted him to see if he had a break soon. He got unsuspectingly into the car, she was dripping wet thinking about what she could now do to her Lee.
Her heart was pounding in her ears as she dove into his hips spidering her fingers over the soft skin. Laughing ensued but something was wrong, it wasn't the kind of laughing she was used to. Her fingernails had been magic, they way they were able to rip screams from his very soul. This was now just basic laughing, WHAT HAD SHE DONE!!
She had gotten greedy.
Her heart broke, she knew that her own nails were too frail to have them removed right away. It would be at least two weeks before she could have them removed. CassandraMarie the Ler was now trapped in a jail of her own making!!! How could she have been so delusional, natural is always better! With natural nails she was able to feel his tender ticklish skin beneath her fingers, she was able to follow the lines of his body and exploit his most sensitive spots. Now all she felt was heavy foreign fingers, no flow of energy between her and DeaconMye her Lee.
The next two weeks dragged on making every fiber of her body ache for her Lee's screams. FINALLY, the day arrived and she sped off to the salon once more. Almost in tears from sheer pain of loss, she asked them to remove the nails, that otherwise looked perfectly fine. With quizzical looks the nails were removed. As the layers of fake plastic were removed, once again tears threatened her eyes, her nails looked horrible. Brittle and thin, definitely not the malicious tools that she knew they were. Patience she told herself, this is only temporary and not the end of her ability to exact her torture. Her nails were soaked, trimmed, filed and polished. She had a jewel put on her favorite tickling fingers, the polish gave her nails strength and the familiar sense of touch flowing from her nail endings up to her fiendish fetish driven mind. Not what they were but definitely a million times better than the fake plastic.
She drove back and waited for DeaconMye to come out, he ducked into the car, she couldn't resist and pounced. Lifting his shirt she went to her usual test spot, those soft tender hips. His eyes went wide and he let out what sounded like a laughing yelp. She knew it wasn't 100% but it was a million times better than the jail she had been held in. With a sigh of relief she spidered some more moving onto straddling her hands around his ribs digging in. His laugh was intoxicating, her body relaxed for what felt like the first time in two weeks. In about a week, they would be strong enough to perform a full session. The end of her torment was almost over.
The next week went by a little faster than the past two, there was a tingling building in her stomach. Every time she thought about the weekend she felt like she could fly. Her nails were growing, getting stronger and aching to rape every last molecule of scream from DeaconMye's body.
When Sunday morning arrived, they both got in the car. CassandraMarie couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, excitement bubbling inside. The drive was quiet with anticipation. Her thoughts were running wild with fantasies of the noises she was going to force her strong and amazingly ticklish Lee to make, with just her little fingers.
When they arrived she went straight to the task of setting up the restraints. Pulled out the forklift, put the chair on a skid and tied it onto the lift. Now for the cuffs. DeaconMye sat in the chair as she tied off the ankle cuffs to the perfect tension, the wrist cuffs were tied to the lift to prevent reaching to the ankles, then tied to the skid and ankles to prevent reaching to stop access to his ribs and sides. Once everything was to her liking, she allowed him one last moment to breath. Her hands were trembling with anticipation as she re-secured the straps on DeaconMye's wrists and ankles. The last one was secured around his wrist and all of the bonds that had taken hold of her for the past weeks shattered. She was 100% CassandraMarie Sadistic Merciless Ler free to exploit and torture her Lee's body to fulfill her carnal fetish needs.
Eyes blazing with lust, urgency and her unleashed FETISH! She dove straight into his sides, finally he was in bonds and couldn't block her constant attacks. The first stroke of her nails across his flesh cause his nerves to ignite, blazing trails of supersensitive skin across his body. She followed the energy pulsing between her fanatic fingers and his skin.
Exposing the skin above the groin, dragging each of her nails in a never ending motion over the skin. Making sure there was never a loss of contact, not allowing him any break from her nails raping his flesh. She followed the lines up to the edge of his ribs and started to put pressure, rotating her fingers. Driving every nerve to the brink of insanity she lunged her hands up and logged them in his pits, there was no where for him to go. His face had gone red as his heart sped up. He had lost all sense of where he was, all he could hear was the echo of his own screaming laughs mixed with her giggles of pure ecstasy.
Then nothing the shock was incredible, her fingers were no longer exploring the vastly over sensitive nerve endings on his ribs. He opened his eyes as she was walking around the side of the chair.
"NO!" He pleaded.
"What you don't want me to get your feet my Lee??" She innocently asked.
"NO, PLEASE NO!!"
"Oh well."
Flicking the lever to lift the chair, she watched as he rose into the air, putting his feet at the perfect height for her onslaught of torture. So delighted by the image in front of her she nearly skipped to the base of the chair. DeaconMye staring into her eyes pleading with her not to touch his smooth hypersensitive feet. She slid his shoe off, running her fingers down his souls and up to the top of his sock. Watching his toes curl, gently pulling down the sock revealing her version of Adonis. No longer being able to stand it, her fingers started to twist and twirl over the ball, and arch of his right foot. Causing him to make the most unimaginable sounds she had ever heard!
Still using one hand to torture his bare foot, she used the other to remove the other shoe and sock. Eyes going wide he let out a deafening scream, unable to catch his breath he felt himself slipping into the abyss, the hell that only she can bring him to. Unable to produce the simplest thoughts, gasping for air. Death would have been a tropical vacation compared to what she was inflicting upon him. This was only the beginning.
Her fingers continued to maliciously danced across the anatomy of his tender soles, conducting and forcing an orchestra of torturous screams from his lungs. Creating her own symphony as grand and beautiful as Beethoven's 9th symphony. Oh, such sweet music her Lee made! Her chorus was abruptly interrupted by his loss of breath. She glanced down to the ticking timer on her phone and realized only 30 minutes had passed. She still had plenty of time! However time was not so kind to him, it had felt like an eternity before she finally slowed down. Chest heaving as he gasped for searing breaths of air, eyes wild as she lowed the lift. He was praying that it was over, but when she came around the front of the chair he knew it wasn't even close.
Once again her maddening, pulsing fingers were fixated on the already screaming nerve endings that made up his upper body. The most devastating spots glowing like a map in her mind, beckoning her to unleash her inner fury.
As if time slowed she had an epiphany. He once told her his pits become more sensitive after an onslaught of torture on his feet. A grave mistake! At first she thought it was a trick to get her away from his feet, but it was to irresistible not to test. After the moment of clarity, with the knowledge he had mistakenly divulged to her, whether from desperation or a trick, she knew where she had to strike. Spidering fingers lunged for the caves of his pits.
Every shrieking laugh sent a bolt up her spine, she was so wet on the edge of orgasm. There was no other sound in the entire world that could arouse her carnal desires like his screams. He was exhausted and out of breath, his screams turned silent unable to make sound. On the edge of passing out. She did the only logical thing, tickled harder. He passed out and she only went faster. He came to with a shriek of horror, she hadn't stopped! Fetish satisfied she gave him a few more screams and then slowly started to lower him and undo straps, still tickling.
She couldn't believe how free she felt, you don't know how much you will miss something until its gone.
For the moment his horror was over; however short it maybe until the next session.
Written By: ~CassandraMarie~
Co-written & Edited By: DeaconMye
While watching videos, she had noticed a lot of female Ler's had artificial nails. Assuming that it would make sessions even more torturous for her Lee, she went to the nail parlor and pampered her malicious tools. After over an hour in a chair her masterpieces were complete, they were the perfect shade of red. Excited to try them out on her Lee, she rushed over to his work and texted him to see if he had a break soon. He got unsuspectingly into the car, she was dripping wet thinking about what she could now do to her Lee.
Her heart was pounding in her ears as she dove into his hips spidering her fingers over the soft skin. Laughing ensued but something was wrong, it wasn't the kind of laughing she was used to. Her fingernails had been magic, they way they were able to rip screams from his very soul. This was now just basic laughing, WHAT HAD SHE DONE!!
She had gotten greedy.
Her heart broke, she knew that her own nails were too frail to have them removed right away. It would be at least two weeks before she could have them removed. CassandraMarie the Ler was now trapped in a jail of her own making!!! How could she have been so delusional, natural is always better! With natural nails she was able to feel his tender ticklish skin beneath her fingers, she was able to follow the lines of his body and exploit his most sensitive spots. Now all she felt was heavy foreign fingers, no flow of energy between her and DeaconMye her Lee.
The next two weeks dragged on making every fiber of her body ache for her Lee's screams. FINALLY, the day arrived and she sped off to the salon once more. Almost in tears from sheer pain of loss, she asked them to remove the nails, that otherwise looked perfectly fine. With quizzical looks the nails were removed. As the layers of fake plastic were removed, once again tears threatened her eyes, her nails looked horrible. Brittle and thin, definitely not the malicious tools that she knew they were. Patience she told herself, this is only temporary and not the end of her ability to exact her torture. Her nails were soaked, trimmed, filed and polished. She had a jewel put on her favorite tickling fingers, the polish gave her nails strength and the familiar sense of touch flowing from her nail endings up to her fiendish fetish driven mind. Not what they were but definitely a million times better than the fake plastic.
She drove back and waited for DeaconMye to come out, he ducked into the car, she couldn't resist and pounced. Lifting his shirt she went to her usual test spot, those soft tender hips. His eyes went wide and he let out what sounded like a laughing yelp. She knew it wasn't 100% but it was a million times better than the jail she had been held in. With a sigh of relief she spidered some more moving onto straddling her hands around his ribs digging in. His laugh was intoxicating, her body relaxed for what felt like the first time in two weeks. In about a week, they would be strong enough to perform a full session. The end of her torment was almost over.
The next week went by a little faster than the past two, there was a tingling building in her stomach. Every time she thought about the weekend she felt like she could fly. Her nails were growing, getting stronger and aching to rape every last molecule of scream from DeaconMye's body.
When Sunday morning arrived, they both got in the car. CassandraMarie couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, excitement bubbling inside. The drive was quiet with anticipation. Her thoughts were running wild with fantasies of the noises she was going to force her strong and amazingly ticklish Lee to make, with just her little fingers.
When they arrived she went straight to the task of setting up the restraints. Pulled out the forklift, put the chair on a skid and tied it onto the lift. Now for the cuffs. DeaconMye sat in the chair as she tied off the ankle cuffs to the perfect tension, the wrist cuffs were tied to the lift to prevent reaching to the ankles, then tied to the skid and ankles to prevent reaching to stop access to his ribs and sides. Once everything was to her liking, she allowed him one last moment to breath. Her hands were trembling with anticipation as she re-secured the straps on DeaconMye's wrists and ankles. The last one was secured around his wrist and all of the bonds that had taken hold of her for the past weeks shattered. She was 100% CassandraMarie Sadistic Merciless Ler free to exploit and torture her Lee's body to fulfill her carnal fetish needs.
Eyes blazing with lust, urgency and her unleashed FETISH! She dove straight into his sides, finally he was in bonds and couldn't block her constant attacks. The first stroke of her nails across his flesh cause his nerves to ignite, blazing trails of supersensitive skin across his body. She followed the energy pulsing between her fanatic fingers and his skin.
Exposing the skin above the groin, dragging each of her nails in a never ending motion over the skin. Making sure there was never a loss of contact, not allowing him any break from her nails raping his flesh. She followed the lines up to the edge of his ribs and started to put pressure, rotating her fingers. Driving every nerve to the brink of insanity she lunged her hands up and logged them in his pits, there was no where for him to go. His face had gone red as his heart sped up. He had lost all sense of where he was, all he could hear was the echo of his own screaming laughs mixed with her giggles of pure ecstasy.
Then nothing the shock was incredible, her fingers were no longer exploring the vastly over sensitive nerve endings on his ribs. He opened his eyes as she was walking around the side of the chair.
"NO!" He pleaded.
"What you don't want me to get your feet my Lee??" She innocently asked.
"NO, PLEASE NO!!"
"Oh well."
Flicking the lever to lift the chair, she watched as he rose into the air, putting his feet at the perfect height for her onslaught of torture. So delighted by the image in front of her she nearly skipped to the base of the chair. DeaconMye staring into her eyes pleading with her not to touch his smooth hypersensitive feet. She slid his shoe off, running her fingers down his souls and up to the top of his sock. Watching his toes curl, gently pulling down the sock revealing her version of Adonis. No longer being able to stand it, her fingers started to twist and twirl over the ball, and arch of his right foot. Causing him to make the most unimaginable sounds she had ever heard!
Still using one hand to torture his bare foot, she used the other to remove the other shoe and sock. Eyes going wide he let out a deafening scream, unable to catch his breath he felt himself slipping into the abyss, the hell that only she can bring him to. Unable to produce the simplest thoughts, gasping for air. Death would have been a tropical vacation compared to what she was inflicting upon him. This was only the beginning.
Her fingers continued to maliciously danced across the anatomy of his tender soles, conducting and forcing an orchestra of torturous screams from his lungs. Creating her own symphony as grand and beautiful as Beethoven's 9th symphony. Oh, such sweet music her Lee made! Her chorus was abruptly interrupted by his loss of breath. She glanced down to the ticking timer on her phone and realized only 30 minutes had passed. She still had plenty of time! However time was not so kind to him, it had felt like an eternity before she finally slowed down. Chest heaving as he gasped for searing breaths of air, eyes wild as she lowed the lift. He was praying that it was over, but when she came around the front of the chair he knew it wasn't even close.
Once again her maddening, pulsing fingers were fixated on the already screaming nerve endings that made up his upper body. The most devastating spots glowing like a map in her mind, beckoning her to unleash her inner fury.
As if time slowed she had an epiphany. He once told her his pits become more sensitive after an onslaught of torture on his feet. A grave mistake! At first she thought it was a trick to get her away from his feet, but it was to irresistible not to test. After the moment of clarity, with the knowledge he had mistakenly divulged to her, whether from desperation or a trick, she knew where she had to strike. Spidering fingers lunged for the caves of his pits.
Every shrieking laugh sent a bolt up her spine, she was so wet on the edge of orgasm. There was no other sound in the entire world that could arouse her carnal desires like his screams. He was exhausted and out of breath, his screams turned silent unable to make sound. On the edge of passing out. She did the only logical thing, tickled harder. He passed out and she only went faster. He came to with a shriek of horror, she hadn't stopped! Fetish satisfied she gave him a few more screams and then slowly started to lower him and undo straps, still tickling.
She couldn't believe how free she felt, you don't know how much you will miss something until its gone.
For the moment his horror was over; however short it maybe until the next session.
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Wonderful detail about the F/m tickling. 
I'll make the thread in the True Story section 
