KittenToes
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Noisy hotel tickling- Happy 7th Bonkiversary...(M/F)
Happy 7th what??? I'll answer that, to begin.
Anniversaries commemorate different sorts of things. Lib and I have a Meetiversary, a Wedding Anniversary, and a Bonkiversary. "Bonk" or "Shag" is British slang for having sex, so basically it's the anniversary of the 1st time we did the nasty together.
I know, lots of anniversaries. Hey, it's more fun than memorizing the dates of Civil War battles.
Every year we try to do something to celebrate the Bonkiversary, aside from the obvious...though that IS always involved. This year, we went to a hotel for the night, and much celebration ensued, obviously including tickling. So here's my story of the last bit of the weekend.
As some of you may know, we're quite partial to a bit of bondage and S&M. So, this morning at the hotel, a few hours before check-out, I came out of the shower and found Libertine standing with a handful of ropes- which I certainly didn't object to.
Lib tied my wrists behind my back, and then he told me to lie down on my stomach, so he could tie my ankles and complete a hogtie.
Now, when you're a bondage lover like me, just the sight of a handful of ropes, in the right situation, can make your head spin a bit. And while the ropes were being applied, the feel of them, as they were being secured and tightened, caused me to get quite flushed and excited- and this was before anything had even happened!
I did expect that I'd be tickled, since my soles, as well as the sides of my body, were made all too accessible by the hogtie position. So I was a bit surprised when, after a couple quick tickles, Lib began spanking me instead. Perhaps he thought I'd been tickled enough, the night before, and earlier this morning?
I get aroused very quickly from being spanked, and it always makes me feel deliciously perverted- I asked Lib "Have I been naughty"? He replied, "Yes, terribly" as he continued spanking me, and my bottom began to heat up, causing me to squirm.
Then he decided to take a break from the spanking, and began tickling my ribs. I squealed and said NO! though of course I didn't mean it, and asked him to stop.
And then, to my dismay, he announced "You're going to put this in the True Stories section on the TMF!" How embarrassing!
Yes, dear reader, I am writing this under duress- although I firmly maintain that I should NOT be held to any promises made while being tickled. You see, it's very difficult for me to have to write down things of this nature for others to see!
So of course, I loudly refused, at which point the tickling increased, and moved down to the Danger Zone of my toe stems. I believe I was still refusing to write this story while this was going on, though my recollections are a bit fuzzy because I was having the first of several rope-spanks-and-tickle induced orgasms. I always fight climax during the first part of tickle play, because a recent orgasm makes my ticklishness so much more unbearable.
Thus betrayed by my physical reactions, I was now much more vulnerable to whatever might be dished out. The spanking resumed, alternated with tickles upon my warmed bottom and the backs of my thighs. I THINK it was at this point that I agreed to post this. I am quite glad that were were the only guests in this section of the hotel, because I was getting quite noisy. Lib moved back down to my feet, demanding that I repeat back my promise to write this. It's extremely hard for me to talk when the outsides of my ankles and "the Spot" on my arch are being tickled. He then announced 'AND you'll put the link to your latest Feetfair cover with the story" Great. Not only do I have to tell people that I climax from foot tickling alone, but he wants me to provide photo evidence of said feet as backup. This is getting even WORSE, exaggerated by my 2nd and 3rd spank-and-ticklegasm.
In response to my garbled refusals, he says "Fine. If you can keep yourself from coming again for the next 5 minutes, you don't have to put the photo link. Ok. A challenge. I can handle this... and then he slips a couple fingers between my legs, while scratching the orgasm spots on my feet with his other hand. NO FAIR. Playing with my clit is an UNFAIR advantage. Forget 5 minutes, I didn't last 5 seconds.
"You lose" he said, and resumed the spanking. It is a bit awkward to combine a hogtie and spanking, due to the rope connecting the ankles and wrists getting in the way. I figured I'd make Lib's task easier by flipping onto one side and pressing my hindquarters against him, greatly reducing my spankability, at least temporarily. This manouevre did not work terribly well, since he just grabbed my interconnecting rope, pulled me back onto my front, and decided to work on my feet again, intensively tickling the Spots on my arches simultaneously. The result was a very prolonged orgasm. My tummy is still sore from it.
Here's the photo link. Giovanna is one of my modeling names, and the far-left thumbnail above my name is clickable. http://www.feetfair.com/giovanna.01.30.12.html
How humiliating, and what's worse is that some types of humiliation get me hot.
Hmm.... bedtime?
Happy 7th what??? I'll answer that, to begin.
Anniversaries commemorate different sorts of things. Lib and I have a Meetiversary, a Wedding Anniversary, and a Bonkiversary. "Bonk" or "Shag" is British slang for having sex, so basically it's the anniversary of the 1st time we did the nasty together.
I know, lots of anniversaries. Hey, it's more fun than memorizing the dates of Civil War battles.
Every year we try to do something to celebrate the Bonkiversary, aside from the obvious...though that IS always involved. This year, we went to a hotel for the night, and much celebration ensued, obviously including tickling. So here's my story of the last bit of the weekend.
As some of you may know, we're quite partial to a bit of bondage and S&M. So, this morning at the hotel, a few hours before check-out, I came out of the shower and found Libertine standing with a handful of ropes- which I certainly didn't object to.
Lib tied my wrists behind my back, and then he told me to lie down on my stomach, so he could tie my ankles and complete a hogtie.
Now, when you're a bondage lover like me, just the sight of a handful of ropes, in the right situation, can make your head spin a bit. And while the ropes were being applied, the feel of them, as they were being secured and tightened, caused me to get quite flushed and excited- and this was before anything had even happened!
I did expect that I'd be tickled, since my soles, as well as the sides of my body, were made all too accessible by the hogtie position. So I was a bit surprised when, after a couple quick tickles, Lib began spanking me instead. Perhaps he thought I'd been tickled enough, the night before, and earlier this morning?
I get aroused very quickly from being spanked, and it always makes me feel deliciously perverted- I asked Lib "Have I been naughty"? He replied, "Yes, terribly" as he continued spanking me, and my bottom began to heat up, causing me to squirm.
Then he decided to take a break from the spanking, and began tickling my ribs. I squealed and said NO! though of course I didn't mean it, and asked him to stop.
And then, to my dismay, he announced "You're going to put this in the True Stories section on the TMF!" How embarrassing!
Yes, dear reader, I am writing this under duress- although I firmly maintain that I should NOT be held to any promises made while being tickled. You see, it's very difficult for me to have to write down things of this nature for others to see!
So of course, I loudly refused, at which point the tickling increased, and moved down to the Danger Zone of my toe stems. I believe I was still refusing to write this story while this was going on, though my recollections are a bit fuzzy because I was having the first of several rope-spanks-and-tickle induced orgasms. I always fight climax during the first part of tickle play, because a recent orgasm makes my ticklishness so much more unbearable.
Thus betrayed by my physical reactions, I was now much more vulnerable to whatever might be dished out. The spanking resumed, alternated with tickles upon my warmed bottom and the backs of my thighs. I THINK it was at this point that I agreed to post this. I am quite glad that were were the only guests in this section of the hotel, because I was getting quite noisy. Lib moved back down to my feet, demanding that I repeat back my promise to write this. It's extremely hard for me to talk when the outsides of my ankles and "the Spot" on my arch are being tickled. He then announced 'AND you'll put the link to your latest Feetfair cover with the story" Great. Not only do I have to tell people that I climax from foot tickling alone, but he wants me to provide photo evidence of said feet as backup. This is getting even WORSE, exaggerated by my 2nd and 3rd spank-and-ticklegasm.
In response to my garbled refusals, he says "Fine. If you can keep yourself from coming again for the next 5 minutes, you don't have to put the photo link. Ok. A challenge. I can handle this... and then he slips a couple fingers between my legs, while scratching the orgasm spots on my feet with his other hand. NO FAIR. Playing with my clit is an UNFAIR advantage. Forget 5 minutes, I didn't last 5 seconds.
"You lose" he said, and resumed the spanking. It is a bit awkward to combine a hogtie and spanking, due to the rope connecting the ankles and wrists getting in the way. I figured I'd make Lib's task easier by flipping onto one side and pressing my hindquarters against him, greatly reducing my spankability, at least temporarily. This manouevre did not work terribly well, since he just grabbed my interconnecting rope, pulled me back onto my front, and decided to work on my feet again, intensively tickling the Spots on my arches simultaneously. The result was a very prolonged orgasm. My tummy is still sore from it.
Here's the photo link. Giovanna is one of my modeling names, and the far-left thumbnail above my name is clickable. http://www.feetfair.com/giovanna.01.30.12.html
How humiliating, and what's worse is that some types of humiliation get me hot.
Hmm.... bedtime?
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