Soulreaper
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I was bored today so I wrote this. Its intense f/m with some sexual content.
Its written from my own perpective, but its entirely fictional and the 'ler doesnt represent any particular living person. Both characters are over 21.
--Goddess of Tickle Torture—
I awoke feeling slightly groggy, like I had a mild hangover – of the kind you would have after having maybe 5 or 6 drinks the previous night. It took a few seconds for the abnormality of the situation to register. I went to rub my eyes with my hands and realised that I couldn’t – because both hands were held securely above my head by leather straps. I immediately realised that both ankles were similarly restrained, and that I was completely naked from head to toe.
And there she was, standing in front of me wearing only her black bra and panties. “What are you doing?”, I asked, realising the amount of panic in my own voice. My last memory prior to that was that I had been in the club, with a drink in my hand, engaged in run-of-the-mill getting to know you chat with this very attractive blonde. Then everything went blank – no memory of losing consciousness or feeling faint or dizzy – just clarity and then nothing.
I guess the fear in my voice wasn’t lost on here either as she quickly said in a warm, comforting tone “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you”. She followed this up with a passionate kiss and said “if you play your cards right you might just be in for the night of your life”.
What I felt now can only be described as a mix or relief, excitement combined with nervousness – and a curiosity about what exactly “playing my cards right” would involve. I knew one thing – I certainly wanted to find out. Anna was an incredibly beautiful woman – 5’6” tall, beautifully formed grape-fruit-sized breasts – perfect ass, and a gorgeous mass of glossy, wavy blonde hair.
As my thoughts began to collect, I experienced another emotion – I realised that she must have put something in my drink – I felt violated. “What did you drug me with?”, I asked. “Oh, nothing that will cause any lasting damage”, came the reply. I had to tell people that you were my boyfriend and that you suffered from Narcolepsy and that I would take you home. “Besides, I think you will be glad I did it before the night is over”. “Well, if you wanted me to come back to your place, all you needed to do was ask – I wouldn’t have given even thought of saying no”, I responded. “Hmmm, I’m sure that’s true, but you might not have agreed to let me tie you up, and that is a pretty integral part of what I have planned for this evening”. Actually, I would have agreed to be tied up without a second thought. I’ve always had a bit of a submissive side in bed and with a goddess like Anna asking – there’s no way I’d have refused.
At this point I realised that in the few minutes since I awoke, I had become very aroused – and my penis stood fully erect. “I see this situation is having quite an effect on you even at this early stage, she laughed, and at that point gently brushed her hand against the underside of my cock, sending a wave of pleasure through me.
“Do you remember when I went to the bathroom earlier, and when I came back you were standing at the bar, and I came up and grabbed your sides?”, she questioned. Before I had a chance to respond, she answered the question which would naturally follow: “I did that to see how you’d react”. “As you nearly went through the roof, it indicated to me that you are quite a ticklish guy”. “Yeah, I am extremely ticklish all over” I responded. “Good”, she whispered with a devious smile on her face.
At this point it sank in. She planned to tickle torture me. This increased my level of excitement by about 100 times. Ever since I was old enough to be turned on, I had found the idea of being tied up and tickled by a beautiful woman incredibly arousing. I had only ever asked one girl to do it for me, and she had refused, acting like the idea disgusted her. She was abnormally unadventurous in bed, and the relationship had ended soon after, when it became clear that we had nothing in common, but I hadn’t ever found the courage to ask another girl to tie me up and tickle me. To be tickled by this bombshell – the excitement was almost too much to bear.
I tried to contain my excitement though, for the moment. “Could I have a glass of water?” I asked, and she disappeared and promptly returned, bringing a large glass of cold water with her. She moved it to my lips. “Say when”, she instructed. I didn’t. She then disappeared and returned with the glass again full and set it on the bedside table. “You’ll be needing more of that later on I’d imagine” she teased.
At this point, she bounced on top of me. This rendered me even more helpless – and more excited. “OK, I think we should start don’t you? Any last requests?” she joked. She didn’t give me time to respond. At that point she dug her fingers into my exposed armpits and began tickling them furiously. I let out a shriek, followed by a descent into hysterical laughter. I thrashed as much as my bonds would allow me to. “My God, you are ticklish, aren’t you? Its 3am now, and tomorrow’s Sunday – that gives me a long, long time to play with you doesn’t it?” I couldn’t respond, I could hardly speak – I managed to mutter the words “please stop”, but a coherent sentence would have been impossible. The begging was an automatic reaction – I didn’t want her to stop at all, really.
After giving my armpits what must have been 5 minutes of relentless torture – she moved down onto my ribcage “Lets see how ticklish we are here, shall we”, she said, in a “butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth” kind of tone. The answer was “unbearably”, even worse than on my armpits. I now couldn’t even get the futile pleas out – all I could do was laugh and thrash. She ran her soft fingertips up and down my ribcage, poking and digging, prodding and stroking, for what I think was about half an hour, but seemed like an eternity. I was in a state of euphoria like I had never experienced before, and more turned on than I had ever been in my life. All the way through it she was teasing me “oh my little slave loves his tickles” and “oh Mikey, you are such a tickler’s delight, I could do this to you for days, even weeks”. She moved down onto my belly and sides, which ached with laughing so much. Each new tickle-spot seemed to bring the sensations to a new level of intensity. I was in a state of blissful submission, she had complete control over me and that I found incredibly arousing. “I can tickle you for as long as I want to and there’s nothing you can do about it”, she teased as she strove to tickle my sides as aggressively as possible. She didn’t give me any breaks. She was able to talk and tease me without allowing her concentration to be diverted from the task of driving me wild with her fingers. I noticed that the clock, which was mounted on the wall in front of the bed, had passed 4am. She’d been tickling me non-stop for over an hour. Soon after, she stopped.
I was panting. She picked up the glass of water and offered me a drink. I drank about half of it. My throat had become dry and I as hoarse from the hysterical laughter which had been flowing from it for the past hour. “Don’t be thinking for one minute that I’m finished, sweetie” she said. This is just a break to let you catch your breath before you pass out. “You didn’t think I was going to miss out your legs and feet now did you?”. My feet, the most excruciatingly ticklish part of my body. It would be unbearable. I would be pushed beyond my limits – I’d go mad. I knew that when she realised just how ticklish my feet were – she was sure to pay them extra-special attention for an extra-long period of time. After ten minutes or so had passed, she stood up and clapped her hands: “Right, she said, time to get back to work!”. I didn’t say anything. “Oh you aren’t going to beg me to leave it at this? You are such a good tickle-slave, I think I’ll give you a little reward”. At that point, she removed the black lace bra to reveal the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. She climbed on top of me again, this time facing down towards my feet.
She quickly resumed her attacks, this time on my thighs. The proximity to my genitals meant that this part of the session sent waves of pleasure through me as well as waves of ticklish sensation. It was only slightly less intense than it was when she was tickling my sides and I was screaming and howling in ecstatic agony. My legs were the focus of her attention for the next 45 minutes. My laughter became hoarser and hoarser until it almost faded away into silence. I was too exhausted to offer any resistance – I had long ago become too exhausted to thrash about wildly like I had at the start of the session. The time on the clock showed 5.05 when she finally stopped again. She allowed me a few moments to catch my breath before offering me the rest of the water in the glass, which I drank gladly.
“You’ve proved to be even more fun than I had anticipated.”, the beautiful Anna said in a calm voice. “I’ve always got off on tickling men, for as long as I have been old enough to have such feelings, I’ve fantasized about it. Not that many men are into tickling, and the ones that are generally want to be the ticklers. Tonight I decided to treat myself and take matters into my own hands. It’s just lucky that I got the most ticklish guy I have ever seen!”
“I am so turned on and I can see that you are too, but I must restrain myself for a while longer. It is, now, I’m sure you’ll be glad to know, time for the grand finale”. With that, she removed her black lace panties and approached the bed. She climbed onto my legs at knee level and bore down. There was no confusion about what she meant by “grand finale”. She knew that most people who are ticklish are most ticklish on the soles of their feet. She knew that no matter how wild she had driven me so far, it would pale in comparison to the effect she could have on me by tormenting my bare feet.
She began dragging her perfectly manicured nails simultaneously up and down both soles. I shrieked. It was so intense I couldn’t even begin to describe it accurately with all the adjectives in the English language. I thrashed wildly at the start but again I quickly became exhausted and my laughter became hoarser until it almost reached silence. She tickled me relentlessly on my soles, my toes and on the most devastating spots of all – the points where the toes and the feet meet. The clock on the wall changed slowly as she continued her relentless onslaught. For over two hours she drove me insane – never giving me a break. Teasing me about my sensitivity and about how, if it were possible, she would tickle me for months at a time. I could feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness – the clock read 7.45 when she finally relented – she’d been tickling me for nearly 5 hours with only two breaks of about ten minutes each.
She undid the straps which restrained me and gave me a kiss. “Thanks so much for being the best ticklee ever”, she said. “I expect you’re pretty exhausted so just lay back and let me help you relax. With that, she lowered herself onto my cock and slid herself up and down rhythmically. She groaned as she climaxed, and simultaneously, I experienced the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Then she lay down beside me and draped her arm over me, snuggling up close. “Is that us finished with tickling until next week?”, I asked with a smile on my face. Yep, ‘til next week she responded, with a bigger smile on hers.
THE END
Its written from my own perpective, but its entirely fictional and the 'ler doesnt represent any particular living person. Both characters are over 21.
--Goddess of Tickle Torture—
I awoke feeling slightly groggy, like I had a mild hangover – of the kind you would have after having maybe 5 or 6 drinks the previous night. It took a few seconds for the abnormality of the situation to register. I went to rub my eyes with my hands and realised that I couldn’t – because both hands were held securely above my head by leather straps. I immediately realised that both ankles were similarly restrained, and that I was completely naked from head to toe.
And there she was, standing in front of me wearing only her black bra and panties. “What are you doing?”, I asked, realising the amount of panic in my own voice. My last memory prior to that was that I had been in the club, with a drink in my hand, engaged in run-of-the-mill getting to know you chat with this very attractive blonde. Then everything went blank – no memory of losing consciousness or feeling faint or dizzy – just clarity and then nothing.
I guess the fear in my voice wasn’t lost on here either as she quickly said in a warm, comforting tone “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you”. She followed this up with a passionate kiss and said “if you play your cards right you might just be in for the night of your life”.
What I felt now can only be described as a mix or relief, excitement combined with nervousness – and a curiosity about what exactly “playing my cards right” would involve. I knew one thing – I certainly wanted to find out. Anna was an incredibly beautiful woman – 5’6” tall, beautifully formed grape-fruit-sized breasts – perfect ass, and a gorgeous mass of glossy, wavy blonde hair.
As my thoughts began to collect, I experienced another emotion – I realised that she must have put something in my drink – I felt violated. “What did you drug me with?”, I asked. “Oh, nothing that will cause any lasting damage”, came the reply. I had to tell people that you were my boyfriend and that you suffered from Narcolepsy and that I would take you home. “Besides, I think you will be glad I did it before the night is over”. “Well, if you wanted me to come back to your place, all you needed to do was ask – I wouldn’t have given even thought of saying no”, I responded. “Hmmm, I’m sure that’s true, but you might not have agreed to let me tie you up, and that is a pretty integral part of what I have planned for this evening”. Actually, I would have agreed to be tied up without a second thought. I’ve always had a bit of a submissive side in bed and with a goddess like Anna asking – there’s no way I’d have refused.
At this point I realised that in the few minutes since I awoke, I had become very aroused – and my penis stood fully erect. “I see this situation is having quite an effect on you even at this early stage, she laughed, and at that point gently brushed her hand against the underside of my cock, sending a wave of pleasure through me.
“Do you remember when I went to the bathroom earlier, and when I came back you were standing at the bar, and I came up and grabbed your sides?”, she questioned. Before I had a chance to respond, she answered the question which would naturally follow: “I did that to see how you’d react”. “As you nearly went through the roof, it indicated to me that you are quite a ticklish guy”. “Yeah, I am extremely ticklish all over” I responded. “Good”, she whispered with a devious smile on her face.
At this point it sank in. She planned to tickle torture me. This increased my level of excitement by about 100 times. Ever since I was old enough to be turned on, I had found the idea of being tied up and tickled by a beautiful woman incredibly arousing. I had only ever asked one girl to do it for me, and she had refused, acting like the idea disgusted her. She was abnormally unadventurous in bed, and the relationship had ended soon after, when it became clear that we had nothing in common, but I hadn’t ever found the courage to ask another girl to tie me up and tickle me. To be tickled by this bombshell – the excitement was almost too much to bear.
I tried to contain my excitement though, for the moment. “Could I have a glass of water?” I asked, and she disappeared and promptly returned, bringing a large glass of cold water with her. She moved it to my lips. “Say when”, she instructed. I didn’t. She then disappeared and returned with the glass again full and set it on the bedside table. “You’ll be needing more of that later on I’d imagine” she teased.
At this point, she bounced on top of me. This rendered me even more helpless – and more excited. “OK, I think we should start don’t you? Any last requests?” she joked. She didn’t give me time to respond. At that point she dug her fingers into my exposed armpits and began tickling them furiously. I let out a shriek, followed by a descent into hysterical laughter. I thrashed as much as my bonds would allow me to. “My God, you are ticklish, aren’t you? Its 3am now, and tomorrow’s Sunday – that gives me a long, long time to play with you doesn’t it?” I couldn’t respond, I could hardly speak – I managed to mutter the words “please stop”, but a coherent sentence would have been impossible. The begging was an automatic reaction – I didn’t want her to stop at all, really.
After giving my armpits what must have been 5 minutes of relentless torture – she moved down onto my ribcage “Lets see how ticklish we are here, shall we”, she said, in a “butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth” kind of tone. The answer was “unbearably”, even worse than on my armpits. I now couldn’t even get the futile pleas out – all I could do was laugh and thrash. She ran her soft fingertips up and down my ribcage, poking and digging, prodding and stroking, for what I think was about half an hour, but seemed like an eternity. I was in a state of euphoria like I had never experienced before, and more turned on than I had ever been in my life. All the way through it she was teasing me “oh my little slave loves his tickles” and “oh Mikey, you are such a tickler’s delight, I could do this to you for days, even weeks”. She moved down onto my belly and sides, which ached with laughing so much. Each new tickle-spot seemed to bring the sensations to a new level of intensity. I was in a state of blissful submission, she had complete control over me and that I found incredibly arousing. “I can tickle you for as long as I want to and there’s nothing you can do about it”, she teased as she strove to tickle my sides as aggressively as possible. She didn’t give me any breaks. She was able to talk and tease me without allowing her concentration to be diverted from the task of driving me wild with her fingers. I noticed that the clock, which was mounted on the wall in front of the bed, had passed 4am. She’d been tickling me non-stop for over an hour. Soon after, she stopped.
I was panting. She picked up the glass of water and offered me a drink. I drank about half of it. My throat had become dry and I as hoarse from the hysterical laughter which had been flowing from it for the past hour. “Don’t be thinking for one minute that I’m finished, sweetie” she said. This is just a break to let you catch your breath before you pass out. “You didn’t think I was going to miss out your legs and feet now did you?”. My feet, the most excruciatingly ticklish part of my body. It would be unbearable. I would be pushed beyond my limits – I’d go mad. I knew that when she realised just how ticklish my feet were – she was sure to pay them extra-special attention for an extra-long period of time. After ten minutes or so had passed, she stood up and clapped her hands: “Right, she said, time to get back to work!”. I didn’t say anything. “Oh you aren’t going to beg me to leave it at this? You are such a good tickle-slave, I think I’ll give you a little reward”. At that point, she removed the black lace bra to reveal the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. She climbed on top of me again, this time facing down towards my feet.
She quickly resumed her attacks, this time on my thighs. The proximity to my genitals meant that this part of the session sent waves of pleasure through me as well as waves of ticklish sensation. It was only slightly less intense than it was when she was tickling my sides and I was screaming and howling in ecstatic agony. My legs were the focus of her attention for the next 45 minutes. My laughter became hoarser and hoarser until it almost faded away into silence. I was too exhausted to offer any resistance – I had long ago become too exhausted to thrash about wildly like I had at the start of the session. The time on the clock showed 5.05 when she finally stopped again. She allowed me a few moments to catch my breath before offering me the rest of the water in the glass, which I drank gladly.
“You’ve proved to be even more fun than I had anticipated.”, the beautiful Anna said in a calm voice. “I’ve always got off on tickling men, for as long as I have been old enough to have such feelings, I’ve fantasized about it. Not that many men are into tickling, and the ones that are generally want to be the ticklers. Tonight I decided to treat myself and take matters into my own hands. It’s just lucky that I got the most ticklish guy I have ever seen!”
“I am so turned on and I can see that you are too, but I must restrain myself for a while longer. It is, now, I’m sure you’ll be glad to know, time for the grand finale”. With that, she removed her black lace panties and approached the bed. She climbed onto my legs at knee level and bore down. There was no confusion about what she meant by “grand finale”. She knew that most people who are ticklish are most ticklish on the soles of their feet. She knew that no matter how wild she had driven me so far, it would pale in comparison to the effect she could have on me by tormenting my bare feet.
She began dragging her perfectly manicured nails simultaneously up and down both soles. I shrieked. It was so intense I couldn’t even begin to describe it accurately with all the adjectives in the English language. I thrashed wildly at the start but again I quickly became exhausted and my laughter became hoarser until it almost reached silence. She tickled me relentlessly on my soles, my toes and on the most devastating spots of all – the points where the toes and the feet meet. The clock on the wall changed slowly as she continued her relentless onslaught. For over two hours she drove me insane – never giving me a break. Teasing me about my sensitivity and about how, if it were possible, she would tickle me for months at a time. I could feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness – the clock read 7.45 when she finally relented – she’d been tickling me for nearly 5 hours with only two breaks of about ten minutes each.
She undid the straps which restrained me and gave me a kiss. “Thanks so much for being the best ticklee ever”, she said. “I expect you’re pretty exhausted so just lay back and let me help you relax. With that, she lowered herself onto my cock and slid herself up and down rhythmically. She groaned as she climaxed, and simultaneously, I experienced the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Then she lay down beside me and draped her arm over me, snuggling up close. “Is that us finished with tickling until next week?”, I asked with a smile on my face. Yep, ‘til next week she responded, with a bigger smile on hers.
THE END
