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Here's an account of a recent experience I had with my not crazy at all girlfriend. Had to tell it, enjoy.
I was tied to the bed at four points, one restraint for each limb, spread eagled and helpless. My girlfriend lay on top of me - our noses a few millimetres apart - and I felt a surge of excitement as she breathed out long and gently. Jet black hair, average height, slim, beautiful smile, you get the picture. She then explained in a whisper that gave me chills that she wanted to secure my mouth open. Untill now she had never mentioned this desire so I was naturally wary to accept, however she reminded me with a soft giggle, "I don't think you really have a choice in the matter do you?" Then she just smiled at me for a while untill I realised that she was waiting for an answer and I replied with something like "Um, I guess not." I was slightly worried now because, although my girlfriend is amazing and we tickle each other frequently, she had not tied me up before, it had only been vice versa. And now that she had total control she was acting a bit unusually. From her purple handbag she produced a pair of blue latex and a mean looking four pronged sex device used for keeping a submissive's mouth open (I had seen them used in bondage videos to force the sub to consume something). I really hoped this was not going to be the case for me and asked about her intentions, "What's going on babe? What's that for? I thought u were just gonna tickle me?" but I got nothing out of her! I was worried I must admit. I trust my girlfriend but as soon as she started to don the f*cking surgical gloves I started trying to back out of this little arrangement. I made excuses, I made threats but they fell on deaf ears. Still lying on me she let the latex play over my face before she eased the first glove over her long nails and wiggled her slender fingers inside (I gotta admit it was so sexy but still unnerving). Still, I obediently allowed the device to be attatched to my lips, and then - after a quick kiss - released, forcing me to open my mouth lest I suffer the pain of the prongs digging into my gums. What she said then made me regret everying that had happened so far, "I'm still gonna tickle you, Babe. Just not in the way you were expecting." I instantly knew what she had in mind, how could I be such an idiot? I started making warning noises and struggling with the restraints but she had f*cking tied me good. I struggled and complained increasingly as she slithered up my body and sat right on my collarbones, immobilising my upperbody completely! I still shook my head profusely but she stopped my movements short when she tucked her feet under my shoulders and squeezed my head with her thighs. I struggled in the only way i could: thrusting my face forward and waggling it like a mental. My chin made contact between her legs and for a moment she arched her back with pleasure and groaned a little. Maybe this would save me, I thought. Maybe she would forget about tickling me and we could just have sex! But she didn't, she grasped my hair and forced my head back down between her thighs and held me fast.
I suspect you have experienced on some level, what I did that night. But I doubt that you have ever endured having the roof of your mouth relentlessly stroked from front to back, and from back to front again, and then again again and again and again relentlessly. You can try it now if you like. Take your little finger to your mouth and very slow and softly stroke the tip from the back to the front. How far did you get? As my girlfriend informed me this does not work on everyone, but it bloody well did on me and I must say, it was not an enjoyable experience. Guess what else is not an enjoyable experience: having twisted up toilet paper inserted and poked about in the notsrills. I have no idea what in god's name she had been smoking that night. She reminded me in an infuriating tone that it was still technically tickling. Apparently she got that wise idea from a video of some japanese chicks doing it to each other. For ten minutes she tormented me with various combinations of those two unbearable methods, its just as well we have no neighbours because by the end of it I was seriously hoarse from yelling.
After I was untied I couldn't make love to her, I gave her a stern talking to and she agreed never to even bring the night's events up again.
Thanks for reading, its all true.
I was tied to the bed at four points, one restraint for each limb, spread eagled and helpless. My girlfriend lay on top of me - our noses a few millimetres apart - and I felt a surge of excitement as she breathed out long and gently. Jet black hair, average height, slim, beautiful smile, you get the picture. She then explained in a whisper that gave me chills that she wanted to secure my mouth open. Untill now she had never mentioned this desire so I was naturally wary to accept, however she reminded me with a soft giggle, "I don't think you really have a choice in the matter do you?" Then she just smiled at me for a while untill I realised that she was waiting for an answer and I replied with something like "Um, I guess not." I was slightly worried now because, although my girlfriend is amazing and we tickle each other frequently, she had not tied me up before, it had only been vice versa. And now that she had total control she was acting a bit unusually. From her purple handbag she produced a pair of blue latex and a mean looking four pronged sex device used for keeping a submissive's mouth open (I had seen them used in bondage videos to force the sub to consume something). I really hoped this was not going to be the case for me and asked about her intentions, "What's going on babe? What's that for? I thought u were just gonna tickle me?" but I got nothing out of her! I was worried I must admit. I trust my girlfriend but as soon as she started to don the f*cking surgical gloves I started trying to back out of this little arrangement. I made excuses, I made threats but they fell on deaf ears. Still lying on me she let the latex play over my face before she eased the first glove over her long nails and wiggled her slender fingers inside (I gotta admit it was so sexy but still unnerving). Still, I obediently allowed the device to be attatched to my lips, and then - after a quick kiss - released, forcing me to open my mouth lest I suffer the pain of the prongs digging into my gums. What she said then made me regret everying that had happened so far, "I'm still gonna tickle you, Babe. Just not in the way you were expecting." I instantly knew what she had in mind, how could I be such an idiot? I started making warning noises and struggling with the restraints but she had f*cking tied me good. I struggled and complained increasingly as she slithered up my body and sat right on my collarbones, immobilising my upperbody completely! I still shook my head profusely but she stopped my movements short when she tucked her feet under my shoulders and squeezed my head with her thighs. I struggled in the only way i could: thrusting my face forward and waggling it like a mental. My chin made contact between her legs and for a moment she arched her back with pleasure and groaned a little. Maybe this would save me, I thought. Maybe she would forget about tickling me and we could just have sex! But she didn't, she grasped my hair and forced my head back down between her thighs and held me fast.
I suspect you have experienced on some level, what I did that night. But I doubt that you have ever endured having the roof of your mouth relentlessly stroked from front to back, and from back to front again, and then again again and again and again relentlessly. You can try it now if you like. Take your little finger to your mouth and very slow and softly stroke the tip from the back to the front. How far did you get? As my girlfriend informed me this does not work on everyone, but it bloody well did on me and I must say, it was not an enjoyable experience. Guess what else is not an enjoyable experience: having twisted up toilet paper inserted and poked about in the notsrills. I have no idea what in god's name she had been smoking that night. She reminded me in an infuriating tone that it was still technically tickling. Apparently she got that wise idea from a video of some japanese chicks doing it to each other. For ten minutes she tormented me with various combinations of those two unbearable methods, its just as well we have no neighbours because by the end of it I was seriously hoarse from yelling.
After I was untied I couldn't make love to her, I gave her a stern talking to and she agreed never to even bring the night's events up again.
Thanks for reading, its all true.