NHLovenlaughter
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- May 28, 2011
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She Says:
I'm tied up, not completely sure how I got there but almost certain I agreed to it.....my wrists are bound with silk ties and pulled behind me, attached to my ankles while I lay on my stomach. A true hog-tied position that I've come to know and fear since that moment. Complete helplessness while allowing to be tickled out of my mind.
It starts with a kiss that seems more like a bite on my shoulder, I watch as he strokes himself before beginning to tickle my feet....instantly making my arms pull on the silk that binds me, drawing my feet closer to my head. I am already screaming, "No!" even as he asks if it tickles and despite my untamed laughter..but laughing nonetheless. A hard slap to my ass sends a moan out of my mouth before he trails his fingers down my thighs towards my sides...stopping only to attack my feet again. I laugh and squirm all over the bed...barely able to breathe to ask him to stop...but loving every moment of his torture on my skin.
His fingers move to my knees, and I am begging him to stop, as my body shakes and my laughter grows louder and beyond the walls of our room.....his fingers switching to my underarms next, never allowing my body to guess where he is going to torture. I am consumed with fear and laughter and completely under his control as he moves to the part of the bed where my head rests, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back in a way that means there is no resistance. He forcefully puts himself into my mouth before attacking my sides again...I can't help but scream out,,"Pleeeasssseee!!!!!" But he only responds by pulling me onto my side in that same hog-tied position and attacking my stomach as open and unbearable as it may be with his fingers. I'm laughing so hard that I can't remember anything, or want anything, or need anything. The blissfullnes of being pushed to the extreme, allowing him to tickle me into hysterics and to a place where he's satisfied before letting me be untied.........
I'm tied up, not completely sure how I got there but almost certain I agreed to it.....my wrists are bound with silk ties and pulled behind me, attached to my ankles while I lay on my stomach. A true hog-tied position that I've come to know and fear since that moment. Complete helplessness while allowing to be tickled out of my mind.
It starts with a kiss that seems more like a bite on my shoulder, I watch as he strokes himself before beginning to tickle my feet....instantly making my arms pull on the silk that binds me, drawing my feet closer to my head. I am already screaming, "No!" even as he asks if it tickles and despite my untamed laughter..but laughing nonetheless. A hard slap to my ass sends a moan out of my mouth before he trails his fingers down my thighs towards my sides...stopping only to attack my feet again. I laugh and squirm all over the bed...barely able to breathe to ask him to stop...but loving every moment of his torture on my skin.
His fingers move to my knees, and I am begging him to stop, as my body shakes and my laughter grows louder and beyond the walls of our room.....his fingers switching to my underarms next, never allowing my body to guess where he is going to torture. I am consumed with fear and laughter and completely under his control as he moves to the part of the bed where my head rests, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back in a way that means there is no resistance. He forcefully puts himself into my mouth before attacking my sides again...I can't help but scream out,,"Pleeeasssseee!!!!!" But he only responds by pulling me onto my side in that same hog-tied position and attacking my stomach as open and unbearable as it may be with his fingers. I'm laughing so hard that I can't remember anything, or want anything, or need anything. The blissfullnes of being pushed to the extreme, allowing him to tickle me into hysterics and to a place where he's satisfied before letting me be untied.........
