Emishticklish
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I'm so used to being tied up it's ridiculous. Not that I mind, it's just a situation i'm very comfortable with and expect when having sex. Especially in my current Relationship. I've written about my Girlfriend, Lenka, here a few times. Shyly so, because I'm not used to writing so explicitly about true accounts.....but I find it relieves the sexual tension when she isn't here to please me. (We're in a long distance Relationship; I live in America and she in Russia. Last year I went to visit her for a little longer than a week, and she was just recently here for close to two. It's expensive, but worth it, and I can't wait until she comes out here to live with me in September. 🙂 <3
But anyway, on to the Story.
I'd had the whole week off from work to spend with Lenka, she'd been in the States for a couple days, and I took her to all the places she wanted to go. Even though she couldn't understand the movie, it was her idea to go and she delighted in the experience. Aside from the fact that she was acting naughty during the entire film. She'd poke my side to make me "Eeep!" and giggle when I punched her shoulder. But then, she'd squeeze my knee, lick my ear, bite my neck- just generally annoying me. I grabbed hold of her chin firmly, and demanded for her to stop. I said, if she continued, and got us thrown out for making too much noise, I'd tie her up at home and have my way with her no matter how much she begged to be released. She grew very quiet for about five minutes, and then straight up started trying to make out with me, giving a impish grin. I decided in the back of my mind I was going to show her what happens when I'm messed with.
Getting back home, I grabbed her by the back of her hair, which is quite a feat seeing as I'm a mere 5'0 to her 5'10. She closed her eyes and smiled, before slamming me into the wall. I widened my eyes as she lifted me up, so my legs wrapped around her waist, and we went at it. Kissing passionately. She tasted so sweet, like vanilla and spice. I almost completely forgot about my threat until she condescendingly asked when I should be punishing her for her poor behavior in the theatre. Becoming brave, I untangled myself, and pulled her into the bedroom, pushing her to my bed and slapping her ass. She laughed, sexily, and began undoing her belt. I told her to lose ALL of her clothing. She was only too happy to oblige. Meanwhile, I disappeared into my closet for all of my tools. 🙂
She was sitting at the edge of the bed, playing with her dark hair when I came back with everything. I demanded she lay down. She asked me why should she? I came over, and pushed her into the pillows. She propped herself up on her elbows, grinning with excitement at me. I pulled out the handcuffs, and the ropes. Without saying anything, I asked her with my eyes.
"You can." She said, her thick Russian accent making me wetter. I nodded, trembling with excitement. I've also mentioned before that my Girlfriend is very prideful. She's reserved normally, and dislikes being vulernable. I didn't linger on these thoughts, I was just happy that she let me do it. After tying her spread eagle, I took a step back to admire my work. Her pretty pale cheeks had turned red from embarassment I think as she realized what I'd done, and how it was making her feel. she squirmed a bit, and curled her long red painted toes. She asked breathlessly what I was going to do to her, and I honestly think she thought I was going to fuck her silly....but, alas, this WAS supposed to be a punishment. 🙂
I climbed on top of her, leaned in and whispered that I was going to tickle her until she couldn't take anymore...and if she was good, and didn't use the safe word I was going to give her to say, I'd give her a very nice reward. She stayed quiet, waiting for the safe word. Once I gave it to her, she fixed her beautiful green eyes on mine and declared that I didn't scare her. I told her, "I'm glad." and began digging my fingers into her ribcage. Laughter flowed from her lips immediately, I played each delicate rib lovingly, teasing her about her ticklishness as she thrashed her head back and forth giggling and screaming. I admired how her pale stomach heaved and writher helplessly under my tickling fingers, and decided to play in her belly button. I swirled my finger in her innie rapidly, and she grunted and gritted her teeth, desperately trying not to show weakness. I asked her if it tickled, and she told me to go fuck myself. I shrugged, smiling, and tickled even faster. She was screaming profanity, trying to spit at me, I leaned down and began blowing on her sides and tummy. She arched her back so far I thought it was broken as she proceeded to call me every dirty name in the book. I abruptly got off her, giving her a very brief break. Her black bangs were matted to her forehead with sweat, and she was breathing shallow and raspy. I could see she'd been crying. I was about to untie her out of pity, when she turned her head to look upwards at me and asked if that was the best I could do? Well I couldn't disappoint. She came so far for a good time. 🙂 I straddled her once more, and leaned in to kiss and nibble her neck. Her giggles mixed in with moans, and she whispered for me to touch her pussy. I acted like I was going to, trailing my hand toward it, and when I got to her belly button began to slowly tickle. She hissed "fuck", and tried so hard to hold in her laughter. It took a good ten seconds before it finally burst from her like a dam, and I, completely excited about the thought of tickling her silly, moved toward her creamy thighs. This was a hot spot for her and she thrashed her entire body on the bed as I squeezed and kneaded lovingly. nothing was as devastating though as when I bit her knees. Tears streamed from her face, and silent laughter wracked her body. I kissed them, and rubbed her tummy lightly until she started coughing, and calming down a little. I didn't know it was possible for someone to turn so red. This girl looked like a lobster. in the face, and everywhere I tickled. 😀 She couldn't stand it, and I was in love with that fact. I told her how good she was doing, hand didn't give her a chance for reply before I reached up and started spider tickling her tender armpits. She REALLY hated that. Depserately trying to close her arms, screaming for it to stop, I told her she knew how to make it stop and just kept at it. she held on like a true strong Russian woman, and indured the torture for another five minutes. I thought for a split second how cruel I was being, and how she'd probably never let me tie her down again....unless of course, I fucked her good enough. 🙂 Finally, the best for last, her pretty feet. I let her know and she froze. Her feet are the most ticklish part of her, like a lot of people myself included, and I just love the expression I'm given any time I tell someone I'm going to tickle them there. 🙂 I went to the foot of the bed, and she yelled for me to wait. Wait for what? I'd asked, and slowly drug a nail up her left sole. She curled her toes and said I know how ticklish she is there, and please no. But I can't resist. 🙂 I tell her I'd love to help her, but she's been so bad and her feet are just too pretty. I lightly spider tickle her light pink soles, watching her toes spasm and curl. Her laughter is hearty and plentiful, she's trying so hard to get her feet away from me and I'm hardly tickling. I pull my feather out, and start weaving it between her toes. That's when the blood curdling scream comes, and encouraged, I continue. Dragging it up the length of her long slender foot along her ankle, each on of her toes and even up her leg a bit. She cries out "Ostanvit'!" Her safe word. I'm a bit disappointed, but stop respectfully. Realizing what she'd said her eyes fly open and she begins begging me to fuck her, telling me she tried her best but it just tickled so much......I act like I'm going to leave her to please herself, but she DID endure so much tickling even if she used her safe word in the end, everyone deserves a happy ending. 🙂🙂 I fucked her long into the night, turned my big strong Girlfriend into a helpless, broken little girl. She'd fallen asleep, still tied to the bed. 🙂 I untied her, and covered her body with the blanket. I was leaving the room to make some hot cocoa when I felt her fingers around my wrist, I turned and she pulled me in for a kiss.
But anyway, on to the Story.
I'd had the whole week off from work to spend with Lenka, she'd been in the States for a couple days, and I took her to all the places she wanted to go. Even though she couldn't understand the movie, it was her idea to go and she delighted in the experience. Aside from the fact that she was acting naughty during the entire film. She'd poke my side to make me "Eeep!" and giggle when I punched her shoulder. But then, she'd squeeze my knee, lick my ear, bite my neck- just generally annoying me. I grabbed hold of her chin firmly, and demanded for her to stop. I said, if she continued, and got us thrown out for making too much noise, I'd tie her up at home and have my way with her no matter how much she begged to be released. She grew very quiet for about five minutes, and then straight up started trying to make out with me, giving a impish grin. I decided in the back of my mind I was going to show her what happens when I'm messed with.
Getting back home, I grabbed her by the back of her hair, which is quite a feat seeing as I'm a mere 5'0 to her 5'10. She closed her eyes and smiled, before slamming me into the wall. I widened my eyes as she lifted me up, so my legs wrapped around her waist, and we went at it. Kissing passionately. She tasted so sweet, like vanilla and spice. I almost completely forgot about my threat until she condescendingly asked when I should be punishing her for her poor behavior in the theatre. Becoming brave, I untangled myself, and pulled her into the bedroom, pushing her to my bed and slapping her ass. She laughed, sexily, and began undoing her belt. I told her to lose ALL of her clothing. She was only too happy to oblige. Meanwhile, I disappeared into my closet for all of my tools. 🙂
She was sitting at the edge of the bed, playing with her dark hair when I came back with everything. I demanded she lay down. She asked me why should she? I came over, and pushed her into the pillows. She propped herself up on her elbows, grinning with excitement at me. I pulled out the handcuffs, and the ropes. Without saying anything, I asked her with my eyes.
"You can." She said, her thick Russian accent making me wetter. I nodded, trembling with excitement. I've also mentioned before that my Girlfriend is very prideful. She's reserved normally, and dislikes being vulernable. I didn't linger on these thoughts, I was just happy that she let me do it. After tying her spread eagle, I took a step back to admire my work. Her pretty pale cheeks had turned red from embarassment I think as she realized what I'd done, and how it was making her feel. she squirmed a bit, and curled her long red painted toes. She asked breathlessly what I was going to do to her, and I honestly think she thought I was going to fuck her silly....but, alas, this WAS supposed to be a punishment. 🙂
I climbed on top of her, leaned in and whispered that I was going to tickle her until she couldn't take anymore...and if she was good, and didn't use the safe word I was going to give her to say, I'd give her a very nice reward. She stayed quiet, waiting for the safe word. Once I gave it to her, she fixed her beautiful green eyes on mine and declared that I didn't scare her. I told her, "I'm glad." and began digging my fingers into her ribcage. Laughter flowed from her lips immediately, I played each delicate rib lovingly, teasing her about her ticklishness as she thrashed her head back and forth giggling and screaming. I admired how her pale stomach heaved and writher helplessly under my tickling fingers, and decided to play in her belly button. I swirled my finger in her innie rapidly, and she grunted and gritted her teeth, desperately trying not to show weakness. I asked her if it tickled, and she told me to go fuck myself. I shrugged, smiling, and tickled even faster. She was screaming profanity, trying to spit at me, I leaned down and began blowing on her sides and tummy. She arched her back so far I thought it was broken as she proceeded to call me every dirty name in the book. I abruptly got off her, giving her a very brief break. Her black bangs were matted to her forehead with sweat, and she was breathing shallow and raspy. I could see she'd been crying. I was about to untie her out of pity, when she turned her head to look upwards at me and asked if that was the best I could do? Well I couldn't disappoint. She came so far for a good time. 🙂 I straddled her once more, and leaned in to kiss and nibble her neck. Her giggles mixed in with moans, and she whispered for me to touch her pussy. I acted like I was going to, trailing my hand toward it, and when I got to her belly button began to slowly tickle. She hissed "fuck", and tried so hard to hold in her laughter. It took a good ten seconds before it finally burst from her like a dam, and I, completely excited about the thought of tickling her silly, moved toward her creamy thighs. This was a hot spot for her and she thrashed her entire body on the bed as I squeezed and kneaded lovingly. nothing was as devastating though as when I bit her knees. Tears streamed from her face, and silent laughter wracked her body. I kissed them, and rubbed her tummy lightly until she started coughing, and calming down a little. I didn't know it was possible for someone to turn so red. This girl looked like a lobster. in the face, and everywhere I tickled. 😀 She couldn't stand it, and I was in love with that fact. I told her how good she was doing, hand didn't give her a chance for reply before I reached up and started spider tickling her tender armpits. She REALLY hated that. Depserately trying to close her arms, screaming for it to stop, I told her she knew how to make it stop and just kept at it. she held on like a true strong Russian woman, and indured the torture for another five minutes. I thought for a split second how cruel I was being, and how she'd probably never let me tie her down again....unless of course, I fucked her good enough. 🙂 Finally, the best for last, her pretty feet. I let her know and she froze. Her feet are the most ticklish part of her, like a lot of people myself included, and I just love the expression I'm given any time I tell someone I'm going to tickle them there. 🙂 I went to the foot of the bed, and she yelled for me to wait. Wait for what? I'd asked, and slowly drug a nail up her left sole. She curled her toes and said I know how ticklish she is there, and please no. But I can't resist. 🙂 I tell her I'd love to help her, but she's been so bad and her feet are just too pretty. I lightly spider tickle her light pink soles, watching her toes spasm and curl. Her laughter is hearty and plentiful, she's trying so hard to get her feet away from me and I'm hardly tickling. I pull my feather out, and start weaving it between her toes. That's when the blood curdling scream comes, and encouraged, I continue. Dragging it up the length of her long slender foot along her ankle, each on of her toes and even up her leg a bit. She cries out "Ostanvit'!" Her safe word. I'm a bit disappointed, but stop respectfully. Realizing what she'd said her eyes fly open and she begins begging me to fuck her, telling me she tried her best but it just tickled so much......I act like I'm going to leave her to please herself, but she DID endure so much tickling even if she used her safe word in the end, everyone deserves a happy ending. 🙂🙂 I fucked her long into the night, turned my big strong Girlfriend into a helpless, broken little girl. She'd fallen asleep, still tied to the bed. 🙂 I untied her, and covered her body with the blanket. I was leaving the room to make some hot cocoa when I felt her fingers around my wrist, I turned and she pulled me in for a kiss.
