TKL_M28_LI_NY
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My girlfriend, now ex, used to let me do anything, and I mean ANYTHING, except two little things...
I told her to take her clothes off, and she did, everything but the panties because she knew I liked it that way. I liked to see how wet she got, and to take those off myself.
I told her to get into bed, and happily she jumped into bed, pulled the covers all the way up, and held her arms up so I could put them in the straps that we no longer bothered removing. As she smiled at me, I pulled one arm up, strapped it in, then the other arm and strapped that one in too.
Then I glanced down at her breasts, then gazed into her eyes with a smile, then slowly pulled the covers down. Half the time she somehow managed to keep her nipples from getting hard before I touched them, even though she KNEW what I was going to do.
I stroked the nipples slowly, gently, soft little strokes until the nipples began to raise just a little bit. Then I'd gently grab them one at a time in my fingers, and pull just a little, twist a tiny bit, then let it slide out of my fingers.
She'd gaze at me, in love, and we'd kiss.
And eventually I'd notice her nice smooth armpits. I'd extend a finger as she watched, then slowly stroke up and down. She'd stir just the tiniest bit.
"Are you ticklish? ...this doesn't tickle, does it? ...What about if I used TWO fingers?"
I'd extend a second finger and stroke up and down, she'd keep the smile off her face and control her breathing, but I'd see little movements of her lips.
"No? That doesn't tickle either? What if I did two fingers, one on each armpit?"
I extended another index finger, and went up and down at the same time, alternating directions, alternating sides, and watched her face with a careful expression of observation, as if I didn't know exactly what was happening.
"No? Nothing? What about, two fingers on each side? Do you think THAT would tickle?"
She began to squirm around, a smile would form then dissolve. I'd see her fighting the smile, making her lips form an odd expression.
"What if I were to add a thumb to each side?"
The index and middle fingers and thumbs began stroking towards each other. She couldn't hide the smile anymore and began to squirm all around.
"Now this doesn't tickle does it? I sure hope this doesn't tickle. Maybe it'll tickle, just a tiny little bit, if I add ALL the fingers? What do you think?"
I watched very carefully, to make sure I didn't make her laugh. Careful not to go too fast or use the nails, or not to use the nails too hard. Her smile was so big that her teeth showed and she was holding her breath - which was fun because I knew she'd have to breath sooner or later. I'd wait for her to exhale then do a quick swipe with my nails, making her gasp, but just as she was about to laugh I'd slow down again.
"Don't laugh. Don't you dare laugh. If you laugh, I'll know you're ticklish. Don't laugh."
I'd keep her right on the edge, knowing she'd teeter over eventually, until finally... "Hee...hee-hee-hee."
I'd sigh, shrug, and say, "Oh, you laughed. Now I gotta tickle ya!"
And I'd go to town on her armpits, her SECOND most sensitive spot.
"Haaaaaa hahahahaha! Staaahahahahahahap! Pleehehehehehehease!"
"Does that tickle?"
"Hahahahahahahaha!"
"So it tickles then. Do you...LIKE getting tickled?"
"Yehehehehes! Stahahahap!"
"So you like being tickled?"
"Yehehes!"
"And you want me to stop."
"Hahahaha, plehehehehease!"
"Hmm, I think you're confused. Maybe you need some time to think about it."
"Nohohoho! Plehehehehease! I'll dohoo anythihihihihing!"
"Yes... you WILL."
I'd speed up and slow down, alternate sides, stop for a second then start again, fake her out, and make her scream.
"I'll tell you what, do you really want me to stop?"
Somehow, she got across, verbally, that she did.
"Alright, I want you to do a few things for me. I want to hear you say, 'Dave, I love getting tickled.'"
Through the laughter I heard, "I love everything you do."
"No, I said 'DAVE, I LOVE getting tickled.'"
"I LOVE EVERYTHING YOU DO!"
"Wow, you must really like getting tickled!"
"Okay! HAHAHAHAHA! I like getting tickled."
"No, say my name."
"I LIKE GETTING TICKLED!"
"Not good enough. How about, "I love it when you pull on my nipples."
"I love...hahahaha... everything you do!"
"No, c'mon, you can do better than that. 'Please, oh please pull on my nipples!'"
"Please!"
"Please what?"
"Nohohohohoho!"
"[sigh], what AM I going to do with you?"
I stopped and flipped her over, pulled her wet panties off, attached the straps to her ankles, and opened them wide, and secured them to the bed.
I tickled her armpits some more and said, "Last chance. Say it, 'Please tickle my armpits!'"
"Hahahahaha! Nohohohoho!"
"You'll have to be punished if you don't say it."
"Stohohohohop!"
"How about, 'Daddy, I love you'?"
"Ah-hahahahaha! Stohohohohoppit!"
"Alright."
I stopped and let her catch her breath as I went to the kitchen to get a wooden spoon. The wooden spoon was the first thing she selected for me to spank her with, after my hand. She saw me come back with it, a smile on my face, and had this look of shocked surprise, and arousal.
"It's too late now, you have to be punished. You know what I wonder; you know what's going to happen. It happens in different ways and different times, but you know what's going to happen when I tie you up. And every single time you take off your clothes, climb into bed, and put your arms up so I can tie them in place, and you know I'm going to tickle you, spank you, and make you beg, especially from being horny..."
I began petting her behind, making her squirm, twist her limbs in her straps, and making her butt clench.
"Every time you know what's going to happen, and every time you jump right into bed, and every time you don't say what I tell you to say."
"I love everything you do."
"It's too late, and that's not what I told you to say."
SMACK!
"Uh!"
I smack the back of her leg next.
"Uh! No!"
"You know, the spanking doesn't work either."
SMACK!
"Uh! Ah!"
"Don't get me wrong - I still like it, but it just doesn't seem to teach you anything."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ah! [She pants]."
"But I know ONE thing that'll make you beg."
I sit between her legs, she begins to squirm, not sure what I'm going to do next. I grab her leg by the top part of the calf, holding it still...
"No! NO!"
I grab the lower part of the hamstring with the other hand.
"No! Please! Not there! I'll do anything!"
"You always say that, but then you don't do it."
"I'll do anything!"
"After you get punished."
"Nohoho! Plehehehease!"
"I haven't even started yet."
I put my mouth close to her knee pit on the back of her leg, so she can feel my breath on her. It makes her whole body tense.
"Oh, you're in trouble now!"
"No!"
"[I open my mouth with an] Ah."
"NO!"
"[I open wider] Ah!"
"NO!!
"[I open all the way] AH!"
"NO!!!"
Then I bring my mouth down on her knee bit, and graze her with my teeth, moving in a biting motion as fast as I can. She flails and screams with laughter like she's being electrocuted. I lick up and down, lick side to side, scratch with my stubble, all making her scream with laughter in different ways, I can almost play her like an instrument. Even blowing on the wet saliva I left makes her giggle and beg.
"I'll bet THAT tickles!"
But no matter how much I tickle her, she won't call me Daddy, or beg me to pull on her nipples.
After a while she tells me I can do anything I want, except tickle her there... and I often still do anyway.
I give her a little rest.
"Aha! Ahahaha! No more! Please. Nyaaahahahahaha stohohohop! I'll do anything!"
"So why DO you let me tie you up, knowing what I'm going to do?"
"Because I... I get so horny... and I get really horny from what you do AFTER!"
And then I'd tease her, for hours. Eventually it would get down to tease one nipple at a time, alternating. I'd wait for her to beg for sex, then I'd look at the clock, and make sure I'd KEEP her begging for at least one hour, working on BOTH nipples now. One time I kept her begging for four and a half hours. And she'd cum so hard after that, that she'd always come back for more, as often as I possibly could, and jump into bed and do anything I wanted... except those two things.
I told her to take her clothes off, and she did, everything but the panties because she knew I liked it that way. I liked to see how wet she got, and to take those off myself.
I told her to get into bed, and happily she jumped into bed, pulled the covers all the way up, and held her arms up so I could put them in the straps that we no longer bothered removing. As she smiled at me, I pulled one arm up, strapped it in, then the other arm and strapped that one in too.
Then I glanced down at her breasts, then gazed into her eyes with a smile, then slowly pulled the covers down. Half the time she somehow managed to keep her nipples from getting hard before I touched them, even though she KNEW what I was going to do.
I stroked the nipples slowly, gently, soft little strokes until the nipples began to raise just a little bit. Then I'd gently grab them one at a time in my fingers, and pull just a little, twist a tiny bit, then let it slide out of my fingers.
She'd gaze at me, in love, and we'd kiss.
And eventually I'd notice her nice smooth armpits. I'd extend a finger as she watched, then slowly stroke up and down. She'd stir just the tiniest bit.
"Are you ticklish? ...this doesn't tickle, does it? ...What about if I used TWO fingers?"
I'd extend a second finger and stroke up and down, she'd keep the smile off her face and control her breathing, but I'd see little movements of her lips.
"No? That doesn't tickle either? What if I did two fingers, one on each armpit?"
I extended another index finger, and went up and down at the same time, alternating directions, alternating sides, and watched her face with a careful expression of observation, as if I didn't know exactly what was happening.
"No? Nothing? What about, two fingers on each side? Do you think THAT would tickle?"
She began to squirm around, a smile would form then dissolve. I'd see her fighting the smile, making her lips form an odd expression.
"What if I were to add a thumb to each side?"
The index and middle fingers and thumbs began stroking towards each other. She couldn't hide the smile anymore and began to squirm all around.
"Now this doesn't tickle does it? I sure hope this doesn't tickle. Maybe it'll tickle, just a tiny little bit, if I add ALL the fingers? What do you think?"
I watched very carefully, to make sure I didn't make her laugh. Careful not to go too fast or use the nails, or not to use the nails too hard. Her smile was so big that her teeth showed and she was holding her breath - which was fun because I knew she'd have to breath sooner or later. I'd wait for her to exhale then do a quick swipe with my nails, making her gasp, but just as she was about to laugh I'd slow down again.
"Don't laugh. Don't you dare laugh. If you laugh, I'll know you're ticklish. Don't laugh."
I'd keep her right on the edge, knowing she'd teeter over eventually, until finally... "Hee...hee-hee-hee."
I'd sigh, shrug, and say, "Oh, you laughed. Now I gotta tickle ya!"
And I'd go to town on her armpits, her SECOND most sensitive spot.
"Haaaaaa hahahahaha! Staaahahahahahahap! Pleehehehehehehease!"
"Does that tickle?"
"Hahahahahahahaha!"
"So it tickles then. Do you...LIKE getting tickled?"
"Yehehehehes! Stahahahap!"
"So you like being tickled?"
"Yehehes!"
"And you want me to stop."
"Hahahaha, plehehehehease!"
"Hmm, I think you're confused. Maybe you need some time to think about it."
"Nohohoho! Plehehehehease! I'll dohoo anythihihihihing!"
"Yes... you WILL."
I'd speed up and slow down, alternate sides, stop for a second then start again, fake her out, and make her scream.
"I'll tell you what, do you really want me to stop?"
Somehow, she got across, verbally, that she did.
"Alright, I want you to do a few things for me. I want to hear you say, 'Dave, I love getting tickled.'"
Through the laughter I heard, "I love everything you do."
"No, I said 'DAVE, I LOVE getting tickled.'"
"I LOVE EVERYTHING YOU DO!"
"Wow, you must really like getting tickled!"
"Okay! HAHAHAHAHA! I like getting tickled."
"No, say my name."
"I LIKE GETTING TICKLED!"
"Not good enough. How about, "I love it when you pull on my nipples."
"I love...hahahaha... everything you do!"
"No, c'mon, you can do better than that. 'Please, oh please pull on my nipples!'"
"Please!"
"Please what?"
"Nohohohohoho!"
"[sigh], what AM I going to do with you?"
I stopped and flipped her over, pulled her wet panties off, attached the straps to her ankles, and opened them wide, and secured them to the bed.
I tickled her armpits some more and said, "Last chance. Say it, 'Please tickle my armpits!'"
"Hahahahaha! Nohohohoho!"
"You'll have to be punished if you don't say it."
"Stohohohohop!"
"How about, 'Daddy, I love you'?"
"Ah-hahahahaha! Stohohohohoppit!"
"Alright."
I stopped and let her catch her breath as I went to the kitchen to get a wooden spoon. The wooden spoon was the first thing she selected for me to spank her with, after my hand. She saw me come back with it, a smile on my face, and had this look of shocked surprise, and arousal.
"It's too late now, you have to be punished. You know what I wonder; you know what's going to happen. It happens in different ways and different times, but you know what's going to happen when I tie you up. And every single time you take off your clothes, climb into bed, and put your arms up so I can tie them in place, and you know I'm going to tickle you, spank you, and make you beg, especially from being horny..."
I began petting her behind, making her squirm, twist her limbs in her straps, and making her butt clench.
"Every time you know what's going to happen, and every time you jump right into bed, and every time you don't say what I tell you to say."
"I love everything you do."
"It's too late, and that's not what I told you to say."
SMACK!
"Uh!"
I smack the back of her leg next.
"Uh! No!"
"You know, the spanking doesn't work either."
SMACK!
"Uh! Ah!"
"Don't get me wrong - I still like it, but it just doesn't seem to teach you anything."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ah! [She pants]."
"But I know ONE thing that'll make you beg."
I sit between her legs, she begins to squirm, not sure what I'm going to do next. I grab her leg by the top part of the calf, holding it still...
"No! NO!"
I grab the lower part of the hamstring with the other hand.
"No! Please! Not there! I'll do anything!"
"You always say that, but then you don't do it."
"I'll do anything!"
"After you get punished."
"Nohoho! Plehehehease!"
"I haven't even started yet."
I put my mouth close to her knee pit on the back of her leg, so she can feel my breath on her. It makes her whole body tense.
"Oh, you're in trouble now!"
"No!"
"[I open my mouth with an] Ah."
"NO!"
"[I open wider] Ah!"
"NO!!
"[I open all the way] AH!"
"NO!!!"
Then I bring my mouth down on her knee bit, and graze her with my teeth, moving in a biting motion as fast as I can. She flails and screams with laughter like she's being electrocuted. I lick up and down, lick side to side, scratch with my stubble, all making her scream with laughter in different ways, I can almost play her like an instrument. Even blowing on the wet saliva I left makes her giggle and beg.
"I'll bet THAT tickles!"
But no matter how much I tickle her, she won't call me Daddy, or beg me to pull on her nipples.
After a while she tells me I can do anything I want, except tickle her there... and I often still do anyway.
I give her a little rest.
"Aha! Ahahaha! No more! Please. Nyaaahahahahaha stohohohop! I'll do anything!"
"So why DO you let me tie you up, knowing what I'm going to do?"
"Because I... I get so horny... and I get really horny from what you do AFTER!"
And then I'd tease her, for hours. Eventually it would get down to tease one nipple at a time, alternating. I'd wait for her to beg for sex, then I'd look at the clock, and make sure I'd KEEP her begging for at least one hour, working on BOTH nipples now. One time I kept her begging for four and a half hours. And she'd cum so hard after that, that she'd always come back for more, as often as I possibly could, and jump into bed and do anything I wanted... except those two things.
