This is my first story. I hope you like it.
There she is, looking as sensuous as usual. But at the same time she has a mischievous playful look in her eyes.
Michelle has on shorts, a strappy summer top, and a pair of size six tennis shoes with ankle high socks. She is about five feet tall and very busty; her dark hair is pinned up and she has that olive-tanned oriental complexion. She looks good enough to eat!
“So what do you want to talk about?” She asks.
“Whatever.” I respond.
“Oh; um, well I still have some questions that are unanswered from my previous e-mails to you and that you never responded to. And when I bring them up, you have away of moving around them,” Michelle adds snidely.
“Really?” Well, I might answer them sometime, but not tonight.” Instead, I was thinking of something a little more, physical. What do you say?”
Michelle jumps at the thought, “OK!!!”
“Great. Let me get you into position first. Go over there and lay on the bed.”
So, Michelle sits on the edge of the bed. She is instructed to scoot back, spread her legs and have her feet and shoes to the corners of the bed and hanging off the mattress. And finally, she is instructed to put her hands above her head.
She is very excited about this. Michelle obeys commands without question. In the meantime, I straddle her hips, grab her wrists, lean over, and give Michelle a little peck on the lips. Next, I produce a piece of rope. I slowly began to tie her wrists to the corner of the bed, then all of a sudden Michelle exclaims, “hey, what the hell?”
“What?” I say.
“What are you doing.”
“Tying you up. You said I could; remember? I thought this would be a little exhilarating for you.”
Michelle responds, “Yeah, but I didn’t think that you would.”
Meanwhile, I start to tie Michelle ankles up, each secured to the frame of the bed. Her feet are hanging over.
“Oh, well I am, and I plan on doing a little more.”
When I finish, I stand back to admire my handwork. WOW! Michelle looks great. There she is, bound to the bed, completely powerless, helpless, and undoubtedly at the complete mercy of me. I then move to her and climb on top of her.
“Can you move?” I ask.
“No.” Michelle responds. She seems a bit surprised but at the same time curious and a little turned on by the whole scenario.
“Are you sure? Try to move around or escape from your bonds.” She tries but to no avail. Michelle is completely immobile.
“Hmph! What to do what to do?” Here I have Michelle, a beautiful voluptuous woman, clothed but dressed scantly and easily stripped, bound in front of me at my mercy.
Well, first things first. As I straddle Michelle’s hips, I lean over, grab her hands with mine; I gaze into her beautiful brown eyes and give her nice wet long kiss on her pouty lips. As I do, Michelle lifts her head up to meet with mine making the lip lock even tighter. As I let up, Michelle still pushes her head forward in hopes to stay joined.
“Easy you.” I say. “There'll be plenty of time to get intimate. But first, let me have a little fun”. I then slowly move my hands from hers, down her forearms to her elbow and softly to her underarms. My hand has moved from palm touching to my fingers grazing her soft skin. As I do, Michelle becomes uneasy, restless, almost tense.
“What? Why are you tensing?”
“Nothing”, Michelle says.
“Are you sure? Does this bother you?” As I say that, I begin to slowly move my fingers in a spider-like fashion over her underarms. Michelle immediately pulls down on her bonds in an attempt to cover her exposed self. No luck. She is totally exposed to the tickling and completely helpless. Of course, she is laughing uncontrollably while writhing against the restraints.
“Stop Stop Stop!” she screams out. I immediately stop.
“What?” I say.
“Goddamn Thomas! Don’t do that. I hate to be tickled!” Michelle responds. She is extremely ticklish and no one has ever put her in this position before. She is normally the one in control and she never would have imagined that she was going to be pushed to her limits.
“Oh. I thought you said it was for me to find out and that you actually may like it? Well, I know what you just said, but…” just as I say that, I began to grab at Michelle’s sides. I gently squeeze both sides as I move towards her belly. Michelle continues to tug at her bonds but it’s helpless: she’s stuck! In addition, she is screaming at the top of her lungs for help.
“No one can hear you Michelle so save your breath.” As I softly tickle Michelle’s belly and sides, I lean over and start to nibble on her neck. WOW! What a reaction! She alternates between sheer ecstasy and panic.
After about a minute of torturing poor little Michelle, I stop. She is extremely sweaty, tired, a little disheveled but still giggling. Does she like it? Well, I’d better ask, eh?
“How you doin’?”
“I dunno” she answers nearly breathlessly.
Well she didn’t scream at me or beg me to let her go, so I choose to continue. I make preparations to take her to the next level. Of course, she could be just so physically drained or just trying to catch her breath that she just can’t muster the energy to even ask for relief. Too bad for her…
To alleviate any further anticipation from Michelle, I choose to blindfold her. Michelle is pretty strong for a girl, and depending on how she might feel up to this point, she could potentially muster the energy to break free. So while she is relaxed and her eyes are closed, I move behind her near her head, kneel down, and place the blindfold over her eyes.
“Hey! What’s this for?” She asks. “To make it a little more exciting for you.” I respond.
“Oh no, no more. Let me up.” She shakes the bed trying to loosen her wrists. I quickly produce two feathers, one for each hand, and put them to work. I start at her ears and I make my way down her neck. She immediately begins to squeal and thrash about. I lightly stroke her skin, almost electrifying every inch that I graze. Michelle giggles, screams, moans, laughs, and then alternates between the four as I progress. Her tummy and sides are more receptive to fingers but the feathers will do in a pinch. I move the feathers over her hips and down her inner thighs. Her legs begin to quiver. She tries to kick her legs in hopes that she can avoid the soft tips. Nope.
As I move down her legs, I already know what I am going to do next. Michelle does too.
“Please stop Thomas. Please”, she whimpers. “I will do anything if you let me up.”
“I know and you will.” I respond. “What are you afraid of?”
“I just can’t take it anymore. I have never felt like this before and I don’t know if I like it or hate it but I just want to get up now and think about everything for a while.”
“Well Michelle, I will let you up but not just yet. It’ll get better, you’ll just have to trust me. Remember, it’s all about trust.” This was something that she said to me when we first started talking and she was trying to convince me that she was different from other women.
Michelle pleads, “yeah, I know but…” As she is making her case, I have stopped with the feather for now. I am at her feet, and I begin to loosen her shoelaces. Sensing this, Michelle scrunches her toes in an effort to prevent her shoes from being removed.
“Oh God STOP right now!”
“What?”
“Do not take my shoes off; if you do I will kick your ass!” Michelle snaps (but you can almost see the panic in her voice). Hmmm…
Without delay or much effort, I pull her little tennis shoes off. Her cute little feet are covered by little ankle socks. Immediately after I pull her shoes off, she wiggles her little toes as if to get them some air.
I lean over, grab a foot, remove a sock, put my teeth on her big toe, and gently nibble.
“AHHH!!! What the fuck is that? Thom…”
I nibble a little further. Her big toe then suddenly disappears in my mouth and I suck on it like I am pulling on a straw in an ice cream float. Michelle throws her head back, bites her lip, and moans comfortably. Despite all of Michelles’ sexual encounters and experiences, she had never felt anything as good as someone sucking on her toe. For an instant she is transported to total bliss.
“Oh no you don’t, not yet.” I quip. I know that look and it seems that Michelle was beginning to like that. Too much even.
I take a feather and begin to stroke her ankles and heels. She tries to kick free but again she isn’t very mobile. I then pause with the feather to allow her do regain her composure before the next assault.
“Michelle, I want to see which is more ticklish: a foot with the protection of a sock or one without.” I tease.
NO NO NO!!! Thomas please. I can not take it!” She snaps with the utmost conviction.
“Michelle, what can’t you take?”
“This torture. The teasing, the anticipation. I feel like I am going to go crazy if I don’t get up. I’m serious; please stop. I don’t want anymore.”
As she begs and pleads, I position myself at the foot of the bed. Of course, she doesn’t know where I am as I am super quiet. In an instant, I position my nails on the heels of her feet. She freezes.
“Thomas…”
I pull my fingers up her soles, slowly scratching her feet in a scrabble fashion. As I find her toes, Michelle is silent, she is laughing so hard that she needs to get a chest full of air before she screams. I notice that Michelle’s feet are baby soft, even through her sock. Nice.
I eventually remove Michelle’s other sock before continuing to tickle her feet for about ten minutes- which may have seemed like an eternity to the poor girl. In between the tickle assaults, I nibble on each of her toes causing her to nearly breathe fire, now if only she could. Despite her declaration, she didn’t do anything but take the teasing and tickling. She did not lose it or go crazy. I thought I’d do one more thing though before I moved on to giving Michelle what she wanted and would actually fully enjoy. I disappeared for about a minute and I returned from the kitchen with a rather innocuous object: a bowl of ice cubes.
Michelle is nearly limp form her ordeal. Before I hit her with the final tickle assault, I stand back and just look at her. Whew! She is hot! I’d better cool her off.
I start at her toes. I just rest the ice cubes on the tip of her toes, letting the ice slowly melt. The ice cold water that is liberated by Michelle’s body heat drips down in between her toes and then runs down her pinkened soles. The sensation on Michelle is awesome! Before she can fully react, I trace her legs with the ice cubes in a crazed fashion.
“Ooh Thomas! Don’t…Oh, please” Michelle whispers. I quickly move the cubes up to her tummy and to her sides. It seemed like Michelle just got an energy boost; she thrashes around, twists, turns, all while shrieking. The sensation on her soft skin is a cross between a billion stickpins where the ice is traced to a cool sensual calm; but in the end, the combination is most welcome to Michelle. I move up more, under her loose summer top and over her breasts. I circle her nipples with the melting ice. Michelle inhales deeply, bites her lip tightly, turns her head to one side, arches her back, and begins to moan quietly. I circle her nipples (which by-the-way are the size of little marshmallows) once more before moving up to her upper chest and neck. When I do, she sucks a breath in like she just jumped into fifty degree water: long and deep. I trace up to her lips, which have since swollen from her being actually turned on, and circle them. She begins to suck a cube, partly to re-hydrate and partly because it just feels so damn good…
There she is, looking as sensuous as usual. But at the same time she has a mischievous playful look in her eyes.
Michelle has on shorts, a strappy summer top, and a pair of size six tennis shoes with ankle high socks. She is about five feet tall and very busty; her dark hair is pinned up and she has that olive-tanned oriental complexion. She looks good enough to eat!
“So what do you want to talk about?” She asks.
“Whatever.” I respond.
“Oh; um, well I still have some questions that are unanswered from my previous e-mails to you and that you never responded to. And when I bring them up, you have away of moving around them,” Michelle adds snidely.
“Really?” Well, I might answer them sometime, but not tonight.” Instead, I was thinking of something a little more, physical. What do you say?”
Michelle jumps at the thought, “OK!!!”
“Great. Let me get you into position first. Go over there and lay on the bed.”
So, Michelle sits on the edge of the bed. She is instructed to scoot back, spread her legs and have her feet and shoes to the corners of the bed and hanging off the mattress. And finally, she is instructed to put her hands above her head.
She is very excited about this. Michelle obeys commands without question. In the meantime, I straddle her hips, grab her wrists, lean over, and give Michelle a little peck on the lips. Next, I produce a piece of rope. I slowly began to tie her wrists to the corner of the bed, then all of a sudden Michelle exclaims, “hey, what the hell?”
“What?” I say.
“What are you doing.”
“Tying you up. You said I could; remember? I thought this would be a little exhilarating for you.”
Michelle responds, “Yeah, but I didn’t think that you would.”
Meanwhile, I start to tie Michelle ankles up, each secured to the frame of the bed. Her feet are hanging over.
“Oh, well I am, and I plan on doing a little more.”
When I finish, I stand back to admire my handwork. WOW! Michelle looks great. There she is, bound to the bed, completely powerless, helpless, and undoubtedly at the complete mercy of me. I then move to her and climb on top of her.
“Can you move?” I ask.
“No.” Michelle responds. She seems a bit surprised but at the same time curious and a little turned on by the whole scenario.
“Are you sure? Try to move around or escape from your bonds.” She tries but to no avail. Michelle is completely immobile.
“Hmph! What to do what to do?” Here I have Michelle, a beautiful voluptuous woman, clothed but dressed scantly and easily stripped, bound in front of me at my mercy.
Well, first things first. As I straddle Michelle’s hips, I lean over, grab her hands with mine; I gaze into her beautiful brown eyes and give her nice wet long kiss on her pouty lips. As I do, Michelle lifts her head up to meet with mine making the lip lock even tighter. As I let up, Michelle still pushes her head forward in hopes to stay joined.
“Easy you.” I say. “There'll be plenty of time to get intimate. But first, let me have a little fun”. I then slowly move my hands from hers, down her forearms to her elbow and softly to her underarms. My hand has moved from palm touching to my fingers grazing her soft skin. As I do, Michelle becomes uneasy, restless, almost tense.
“What? Why are you tensing?”
“Nothing”, Michelle says.
“Are you sure? Does this bother you?” As I say that, I begin to slowly move my fingers in a spider-like fashion over her underarms. Michelle immediately pulls down on her bonds in an attempt to cover her exposed self. No luck. She is totally exposed to the tickling and completely helpless. Of course, she is laughing uncontrollably while writhing against the restraints.
“Stop Stop Stop!” she screams out. I immediately stop.
“What?” I say.
“Goddamn Thomas! Don’t do that. I hate to be tickled!” Michelle responds. She is extremely ticklish and no one has ever put her in this position before. She is normally the one in control and she never would have imagined that she was going to be pushed to her limits.
“Oh. I thought you said it was for me to find out and that you actually may like it? Well, I know what you just said, but…” just as I say that, I began to grab at Michelle’s sides. I gently squeeze both sides as I move towards her belly. Michelle continues to tug at her bonds but it’s helpless: she’s stuck! In addition, she is screaming at the top of her lungs for help.
“No one can hear you Michelle so save your breath.” As I softly tickle Michelle’s belly and sides, I lean over and start to nibble on her neck. WOW! What a reaction! She alternates between sheer ecstasy and panic.
After about a minute of torturing poor little Michelle, I stop. She is extremely sweaty, tired, a little disheveled but still giggling. Does she like it? Well, I’d better ask, eh?
“How you doin’?”
“I dunno” she answers nearly breathlessly.
Well she didn’t scream at me or beg me to let her go, so I choose to continue. I make preparations to take her to the next level. Of course, she could be just so physically drained or just trying to catch her breath that she just can’t muster the energy to even ask for relief. Too bad for her…
To alleviate any further anticipation from Michelle, I choose to blindfold her. Michelle is pretty strong for a girl, and depending on how she might feel up to this point, she could potentially muster the energy to break free. So while she is relaxed and her eyes are closed, I move behind her near her head, kneel down, and place the blindfold over her eyes.
“Hey! What’s this for?” She asks. “To make it a little more exciting for you.” I respond.
“Oh no, no more. Let me up.” She shakes the bed trying to loosen her wrists. I quickly produce two feathers, one for each hand, and put them to work. I start at her ears and I make my way down her neck. She immediately begins to squeal and thrash about. I lightly stroke her skin, almost electrifying every inch that I graze. Michelle giggles, screams, moans, laughs, and then alternates between the four as I progress. Her tummy and sides are more receptive to fingers but the feathers will do in a pinch. I move the feathers over her hips and down her inner thighs. Her legs begin to quiver. She tries to kick her legs in hopes that she can avoid the soft tips. Nope.
As I move down her legs, I already know what I am going to do next. Michelle does too.
“Please stop Thomas. Please”, she whimpers. “I will do anything if you let me up.”
“I know and you will.” I respond. “What are you afraid of?”
“I just can’t take it anymore. I have never felt like this before and I don’t know if I like it or hate it but I just want to get up now and think about everything for a while.”
“Well Michelle, I will let you up but not just yet. It’ll get better, you’ll just have to trust me. Remember, it’s all about trust.” This was something that she said to me when we first started talking and she was trying to convince me that she was different from other women.
Michelle pleads, “yeah, I know but…” As she is making her case, I have stopped with the feather for now. I am at her feet, and I begin to loosen her shoelaces. Sensing this, Michelle scrunches her toes in an effort to prevent her shoes from being removed.
“Oh God STOP right now!”
“What?”
“Do not take my shoes off; if you do I will kick your ass!” Michelle snaps (but you can almost see the panic in her voice). Hmmm…
Without delay or much effort, I pull her little tennis shoes off. Her cute little feet are covered by little ankle socks. Immediately after I pull her shoes off, she wiggles her little toes as if to get them some air.
I lean over, grab a foot, remove a sock, put my teeth on her big toe, and gently nibble.
“AHHH!!! What the fuck is that? Thom…”
I nibble a little further. Her big toe then suddenly disappears in my mouth and I suck on it like I am pulling on a straw in an ice cream float. Michelle throws her head back, bites her lip, and moans comfortably. Despite all of Michelles’ sexual encounters and experiences, she had never felt anything as good as someone sucking on her toe. For an instant she is transported to total bliss.
“Oh no you don’t, not yet.” I quip. I know that look and it seems that Michelle was beginning to like that. Too much even.
I take a feather and begin to stroke her ankles and heels. She tries to kick free but again she isn’t very mobile. I then pause with the feather to allow her do regain her composure before the next assault.
“Michelle, I want to see which is more ticklish: a foot with the protection of a sock or one without.” I tease.
NO NO NO!!! Thomas please. I can not take it!” She snaps with the utmost conviction.
“Michelle, what can’t you take?”
“This torture. The teasing, the anticipation. I feel like I am going to go crazy if I don’t get up. I’m serious; please stop. I don’t want anymore.”
As she begs and pleads, I position myself at the foot of the bed. Of course, she doesn’t know where I am as I am super quiet. In an instant, I position my nails on the heels of her feet. She freezes.
“Thomas…”
I pull my fingers up her soles, slowly scratching her feet in a scrabble fashion. As I find her toes, Michelle is silent, she is laughing so hard that she needs to get a chest full of air before she screams. I notice that Michelle’s feet are baby soft, even through her sock. Nice.
I eventually remove Michelle’s other sock before continuing to tickle her feet for about ten minutes- which may have seemed like an eternity to the poor girl. In between the tickle assaults, I nibble on each of her toes causing her to nearly breathe fire, now if only she could. Despite her declaration, she didn’t do anything but take the teasing and tickling. She did not lose it or go crazy. I thought I’d do one more thing though before I moved on to giving Michelle what she wanted and would actually fully enjoy. I disappeared for about a minute and I returned from the kitchen with a rather innocuous object: a bowl of ice cubes.
Michelle is nearly limp form her ordeal. Before I hit her with the final tickle assault, I stand back and just look at her. Whew! She is hot! I’d better cool her off.
I start at her toes. I just rest the ice cubes on the tip of her toes, letting the ice slowly melt. The ice cold water that is liberated by Michelle’s body heat drips down in between her toes and then runs down her pinkened soles. The sensation on Michelle is awesome! Before she can fully react, I trace her legs with the ice cubes in a crazed fashion.
“Ooh Thomas! Don’t…Oh, please” Michelle whispers. I quickly move the cubes up to her tummy and to her sides. It seemed like Michelle just got an energy boost; she thrashes around, twists, turns, all while shrieking. The sensation on her soft skin is a cross between a billion stickpins where the ice is traced to a cool sensual calm; but in the end, the combination is most welcome to Michelle. I move up more, under her loose summer top and over her breasts. I circle her nipples with the melting ice. Michelle inhales deeply, bites her lip tightly, turns her head to one side, arches her back, and begins to moan quietly. I circle her nipples (which by-the-way are the size of little marshmallows) once more before moving up to her upper chest and neck. When I do, she sucks a breath in like she just jumped into fifty degree water: long and deep. I trace up to her lips, which have since swollen from her being actually turned on, and circle them. She begins to suck a cube, partly to re-hydrate and partly because it just feels so damn good…
