Nic and Mark’s marriage was a tapestry of love, laughter, and those deliciously naughty moments that kept their connection as electric as the day they met. Seven years in, and they still couldn’t keep their hands—or their teasing words—off each other. Tonight, their bedroom was a stage for mischief, lit by the soft glow of candles, the air thick with anticipation. They’d recently bought a bondage kit online—a sleek set of velvet cuffs and ropes that promised all sorts of fun. When it arrived, Mark had smirked and said, “You’re gonna have way too much fun with this, aren’t you?” Nic had just winked, her eyes sparkling with promise.
Now, Mark was at her mercy, naked and bound to their king-sized bed, his wrists cuffed to the headboard, his ankles secured to the footboard, leaving him spread out and vulnerable. Nic stood at the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but one of Mark’s oversized T-shirts, the hem brushing her thighs as she surveyed her handiwork. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her lips curved into a wicked, playful smile.
“Well, look at you, all tied up for me,” she purred, her voice dripping with teasing affection. “My handsome husband, completely at my mercy. How’s it feel, baby?”
Mark tugged at the cuffs, his green eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and excitement. “Feels like I married a mastermind,” he quipped, his voice laced with that nervous edge that told Nic he knew she was up to no good. “What’s the plan, Nic? Gonna torture me?”
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, climbing onto the bed and straddling his thighs, careful not to touch him just yet. “Torture’s such a harsh word. I prefer… teasing you until you admit how much you love it.” She leaned forward, her fingers hovering over his bare chest, and flashed him a grin. “And we both know you’re gonna love it.”
Nic knew Mark’s secret, the one he’d never fully admit: he loved being tickled. Sure, he’d protest and squirm, but the way his body reacted—especially the way he got hard as soon as her fingers danced across his skin—told her everything she needed to know. It was their little game, one she played with gleeful expertise, and tonight, she was ready to take it to a whole new level.
She started with his upper body, her fingertips grazing his sides just below his ribs. Mark burst into laughter, his body jerking against the restraints. “Nic! No—stop it!” he gasped, his voice already breaking into giggles.
“Stop it?” she teased, digging her fingers in a little deeper, wiggling them against his sensitive spots. “Why would I stop when you’re laughing so hard? You’re adorable like this.” Her eyes flicked downward, catching the first signs of his arousal. “Oh, and look at that,” she said, her voice mock-surprised. “Someone’s really enjoying himself. Getting all excited already, huh?”
Mark’s face flushed a deep pink, and he turned his head to the side, trying to hide his grin. “It’s not—it’s just a reflex!” he stammered, but the way his erection twitched betrayed him completely.
“A reflex?” Nic laughed, leaning closer, her lips brushing his ear. “Oh, honey, that’s no reflex. That’s you loving every second of this.” She trailed a finger down his chest, stopping just above his navel, and smirked when he flinched. “Admit it, Mark. You’re having way too much fun.”
“Never,” he said, though his voice wavered, and the playful defiance in his eyes only egged her on.
Nic slid off his thighs and moved to the foot of the bed, where his bare feet were helplessly exposed. “Fine,” she said, her tone dripping with mischief. “If you’re gonna be stubborn, let’s make this a game. I’m gonna tickle you non-stop until that very excited part of you calms down. If you hate this as much as you say, that should be easy, right? You’ll go soft in no time.”
Mark’s eyes widened, and he tugged at the ropes, realizing the predicament she’d trapped him in. “Nic, that’s not fair!” he protested, but the glint in his eyes—part dread, part thrill—told her he was just as into this as she was.
“Not fair?” she echoed, kneeling at the foot of the bed and running a single nail along the arch of his left foot. Mark yelped, his body jerking as laughter spilled out of him. “Oh, baby, I don’t play fair. You know that.”
She started tickling his feet in earnest, her nails scribbling over his soles, targeting the sensitive spots under his toes. Mark’s laughter turned frantic, his body twisting as much as the restraints allowed. “Nic! Oh my God, please!” he begged, his voice hoarse with giggles. His feet were his ultimate weakness, and Nic wielded that knowledge like a maestro conducting a symphony. She scribbled her nails faster, dancing them over the arches of his feet, then up to the pads of his toes, relishing the way Mark’s laughter filled the room, loud and uncontrollable. “Nic! I can’t—stop!” he gasped, but the words were drowned out by his helpless giggles.
“Stop? Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting started,” Nic teased, her voice a sultry purr as she leaned forward, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. But then, with a wicked glint in her eye, she decided to up the ante. Still kneeling at the foot of the bed, she shifted her position, stretching her legs out until her bare feet rested near his hips. She glanced at his erection—now undeniably rock-hard—and smirked. “Well, look at you, all worked up,” she said, her tone dripping with playful mockery. “Let’s see how much you can handle.”
With a mischievous grin, Nic gently pressed the soles of her feet against his cock, her toes curling lightly around him. She began to stroke, slow and deliberate, her soft skin sliding against his hardness. Mark’s laughter choked off into a strangled moan, his body tensing as the new sensation hit him like a lightning bolt. “Nic—what are you—oh, God,” he stammered, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and pleasure.
“What?” she asked innocently, her nails still tickling his soles while her feet continued their teasing strokes. “I’m just multitasking, babe. Tickling you and making sure you’re enjoying yourself. And by the looks of it…” She glanced down, her toes curling a little tighter, making him twitch. “You’re enjoying this a lot.”
Mark’s face was a masterpiece of conflicting emotions—embarrassment, arousal, and helpless amusement all battling for dominance. “You’re evil,” he managed to gasp out, his voice breaking as her nails scribbled under his toes again, sending him into another fit of laughter. “This is—torture!”
“Torture?” Nic laughed, her feet still stroking him, slow and maddening. “Oh, honey, if this is torture, why’s your dick harder than ever? I think you’re in love with my little game.” She leaned forward, her eyes locked on his, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Admit it, Mark. You’re loving every second of this.”
He shook his head, stubborn as ever, but his body was telling a different story. His laughter mixed with soft groans as Nic’s feet worked their magic, her toes teasing the sensitive tip of his cock while her nails danced relentlessly over his soles. The dual sensations were driving him wild, and Nic could see it in the way his muscles tensed, the way his breath hitched, the way he was utterly at her mercy.
She kept it up for minutes, alternating between light, feathery tickles and firmer strokes with her feet, her teasing relentless. “Poor baby,” she cooed, her nails targeting the arch of his right foot while her toes curled around him, stroking faster. “You’re in such a pickle, aren’t you? Begging me to stop, but your body’s begging for more. What’s it gonna be, huh?”
Mark was a mess, caught between heaven and hell. His laughter was hoarse now, his body trembling from the intensity, and yet the pleasure was undeniable. Nic’s teasing, her playful dominance, the way she knew exactly how to push his buttons—it was intoxicating. But she wasn’t done yet. With a wicked smile, she paused her tickling just long enough to shift again, lifting one of her feet from his cock and bringing it to his face, her toes hovering near his lips.
“New game,” she announced, her voice low and commanding. “You’ve got a choice, love. Either you kiss and lick my toes—really give them some attention—or I’m gonna tickle your feet until you’re screaming. And trust me, I can make it so much worse.”
Mark’s eyes widened, his breath ragged as he looked from her toes to her face, then back again. “Nic, you can’t be serious,” he said, but the way his voice trembled told her he was already considering it.
“Oh, I’m dead serious,” she said, wiggling her toes playfully in front of his mouth. To emphasize her point, she dragged a single nail down the sole of his foot, making him jerk and laugh. “Go on, babe. Show my toes some love, or I’ll tickle you until you’re crying. Your choice.”
Mark groaned, his pride warring with the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. But as Nic’s nails grazed his soles again, threatening to unleash another round of relentless tickling, he caved. “Fine,” he muttered, his voice thick with embarrassment and arousal. He leaned forward as much as the cuffs allowed, pressing a tentative kiss to her toes.
Nic’s grin was triumphant. “That’s it, good boy,” she purred, her other foot still teasing his cock lightly, keeping him on edge. “Now, really give them some love. Lick, suck, make it good—or I’m going right back to those ticklish feet of yours.”
Mark’s face burned, but he complied, his lips brushing over her toes, his tongue darting out to lick them. Nic let out a soft moan of approval, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she savored the sensation. “Mmm, that’s more like it,” she said, her voice husky. “Keep going, baby. You’re doing so well.”
He continued, kissing and sucking her toes, his embarrassment fading into a strange, intoxicating mix of submission and desire. Nic watched him, her heart racing at the sight of her strong, stubborn husband giving in to her playful demands. She kept up the teasing, her other foot stroking him slowly, keeping him hard and desperate. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice dripping with affection and mischief. “So obedient, so turned on. You’re gonna have to admit you love this soon, aren’t you?”
Mark pulled back just enough to gasp out, “You’re killing me, Nic.” But the way he leaned back in, licking her toes with a little more enthusiasm, told her he was loving every second of this, even if he’d never say it outright.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing and torment, Nic decided he’d earned a break. She pulled her foot away from his mouth and stopped tickling his feet, climbing up to straddle his chest instead. Her eyes were dark with desire, and she could feel how wet this had made her, the power and playfulness driving her wild. She leaned down, kissing him deeply, tasting a hint of herself on his lips. “You’re so good to me,” she whispered, her voice soft now, full of love. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Mark’s eyes darkened, his exhaustion giving way to renewed interest. “Oh yeah?” he said, his voice low and rough. “What’s next, troublemaker?”
Nic grinned, shifting upward until she was positioned over his face. “You’ve made me so wet, teasing you like this,” she said, her tone playful but edged with need. “So you’re gonna take care of that, aren’t you?”
Mark didn’t hesitate, his tongue finding her with a skill that made her gasp. She gripped the headboard, her body trembling as he worked, his lips and tongue driving her toward the edge. “Oh, Mark,” she moaned, her voice shaking with pleasure. “You’re too good at this, you know that?”
He hummed against her, the vibration sending shivers through her, and Nic let herself get lost in the moment. The teasing, the laughter, the playful power exchange—it had all built to this, a perfect crescendo of intimacy and connection. As she neared her climax, she reached down, threading her fingers through his hair, her breath hitching. “I love you,” she gasped, and with a final, shuddering cry, she came undone, her body quaking as Mark guided her through every wave of pleasure.
When she finally collapsed beside him, breathless and sated, Nic reached up to undo the cuffs, freeing his wrists and ankles. Mark pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as they lay tangled together, their laughter soft and warm now, filled with contentment.
“You’re a menace,” he murmured, kissing her forehead, his voice sleepy but full of affection.
“And you love every second of it,” Nic shot back, snuggling into his chest with a satisfied smile.
Mark chuckled, his arms tightening around her. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I really do.”
Now, Mark was at her mercy, naked and bound to their king-sized bed, his wrists cuffed to the headboard, his ankles secured to the footboard, leaving him spread out and vulnerable. Nic stood at the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but one of Mark’s oversized T-shirts, the hem brushing her thighs as she surveyed her handiwork. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her lips curved into a wicked, playful smile.
“Well, look at you, all tied up for me,” she purred, her voice dripping with teasing affection. “My handsome husband, completely at my mercy. How’s it feel, baby?”
Mark tugged at the cuffs, his green eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and excitement. “Feels like I married a mastermind,” he quipped, his voice laced with that nervous edge that told Nic he knew she was up to no good. “What’s the plan, Nic? Gonna torture me?”
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, climbing onto the bed and straddling his thighs, careful not to touch him just yet. “Torture’s such a harsh word. I prefer… teasing you until you admit how much you love it.” She leaned forward, her fingers hovering over his bare chest, and flashed him a grin. “And we both know you’re gonna love it.”
Nic knew Mark’s secret, the one he’d never fully admit: he loved being tickled. Sure, he’d protest and squirm, but the way his body reacted—especially the way he got hard as soon as her fingers danced across his skin—told her everything she needed to know. It was their little game, one she played with gleeful expertise, and tonight, she was ready to take it to a whole new level.
She started with his upper body, her fingertips grazing his sides just below his ribs. Mark burst into laughter, his body jerking against the restraints. “Nic! No—stop it!” he gasped, his voice already breaking into giggles.
“Stop it?” she teased, digging her fingers in a little deeper, wiggling them against his sensitive spots. “Why would I stop when you’re laughing so hard? You’re adorable like this.” Her eyes flicked downward, catching the first signs of his arousal. “Oh, and look at that,” she said, her voice mock-surprised. “Someone’s really enjoying himself. Getting all excited already, huh?”
Mark’s face flushed a deep pink, and he turned his head to the side, trying to hide his grin. “It’s not—it’s just a reflex!” he stammered, but the way his erection twitched betrayed him completely.
“A reflex?” Nic laughed, leaning closer, her lips brushing his ear. “Oh, honey, that’s no reflex. That’s you loving every second of this.” She trailed a finger down his chest, stopping just above his navel, and smirked when he flinched. “Admit it, Mark. You’re having way too much fun.”
“Never,” he said, though his voice wavered, and the playful defiance in his eyes only egged her on.
Nic slid off his thighs and moved to the foot of the bed, where his bare feet were helplessly exposed. “Fine,” she said, her tone dripping with mischief. “If you’re gonna be stubborn, let’s make this a game. I’m gonna tickle you non-stop until that very excited part of you calms down. If you hate this as much as you say, that should be easy, right? You’ll go soft in no time.”
Mark’s eyes widened, and he tugged at the ropes, realizing the predicament she’d trapped him in. “Nic, that’s not fair!” he protested, but the glint in his eyes—part dread, part thrill—told her he was just as into this as she was.
“Not fair?” she echoed, kneeling at the foot of the bed and running a single nail along the arch of his left foot. Mark yelped, his body jerking as laughter spilled out of him. “Oh, baby, I don’t play fair. You know that.”
She started tickling his feet in earnest, her nails scribbling over his soles, targeting the sensitive spots under his toes. Mark’s laughter turned frantic, his body twisting as much as the restraints allowed. “Nic! Oh my God, please!” he begged, his voice hoarse with giggles. His feet were his ultimate weakness, and Nic wielded that knowledge like a maestro conducting a symphony. She scribbled her nails faster, dancing them over the arches of his feet, then up to the pads of his toes, relishing the way Mark’s laughter filled the room, loud and uncontrollable. “Nic! I can’t—stop!” he gasped, but the words were drowned out by his helpless giggles.
“Stop? Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting started,” Nic teased, her voice a sultry purr as she leaned forward, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. But then, with a wicked glint in her eye, she decided to up the ante. Still kneeling at the foot of the bed, she shifted her position, stretching her legs out until her bare feet rested near his hips. She glanced at his erection—now undeniably rock-hard—and smirked. “Well, look at you, all worked up,” she said, her tone dripping with playful mockery. “Let’s see how much you can handle.”
With a mischievous grin, Nic gently pressed the soles of her feet against his cock, her toes curling lightly around him. She began to stroke, slow and deliberate, her soft skin sliding against his hardness. Mark’s laughter choked off into a strangled moan, his body tensing as the new sensation hit him like a lightning bolt. “Nic—what are you—oh, God,” he stammered, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and pleasure.
“What?” she asked innocently, her nails still tickling his soles while her feet continued their teasing strokes. “I’m just multitasking, babe. Tickling you and making sure you’re enjoying yourself. And by the looks of it…” She glanced down, her toes curling a little tighter, making him twitch. “You’re enjoying this a lot.”
Mark’s face was a masterpiece of conflicting emotions—embarrassment, arousal, and helpless amusement all battling for dominance. “You’re evil,” he managed to gasp out, his voice breaking as her nails scribbled under his toes again, sending him into another fit of laughter. “This is—torture!”
“Torture?” Nic laughed, her feet still stroking him, slow and maddening. “Oh, honey, if this is torture, why’s your dick harder than ever? I think you’re in love with my little game.” She leaned forward, her eyes locked on his, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Admit it, Mark. You’re loving every second of this.”
He shook his head, stubborn as ever, but his body was telling a different story. His laughter mixed with soft groans as Nic’s feet worked their magic, her toes teasing the sensitive tip of his cock while her nails danced relentlessly over his soles. The dual sensations were driving him wild, and Nic could see it in the way his muscles tensed, the way his breath hitched, the way he was utterly at her mercy.
She kept it up for minutes, alternating between light, feathery tickles and firmer strokes with her feet, her teasing relentless. “Poor baby,” she cooed, her nails targeting the arch of his right foot while her toes curled around him, stroking faster. “You’re in such a pickle, aren’t you? Begging me to stop, but your body’s begging for more. What’s it gonna be, huh?”
Mark was a mess, caught between heaven and hell. His laughter was hoarse now, his body trembling from the intensity, and yet the pleasure was undeniable. Nic’s teasing, her playful dominance, the way she knew exactly how to push his buttons—it was intoxicating. But she wasn’t done yet. With a wicked smile, she paused her tickling just long enough to shift again, lifting one of her feet from his cock and bringing it to his face, her toes hovering near his lips.
“New game,” she announced, her voice low and commanding. “You’ve got a choice, love. Either you kiss and lick my toes—really give them some attention—or I’m gonna tickle your feet until you’re screaming. And trust me, I can make it so much worse.”
Mark’s eyes widened, his breath ragged as he looked from her toes to her face, then back again. “Nic, you can’t be serious,” he said, but the way his voice trembled told her he was already considering it.
“Oh, I’m dead serious,” she said, wiggling her toes playfully in front of his mouth. To emphasize her point, she dragged a single nail down the sole of his foot, making him jerk and laugh. “Go on, babe. Show my toes some love, or I’ll tickle you until you’re crying. Your choice.”
Mark groaned, his pride warring with the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. But as Nic’s nails grazed his soles again, threatening to unleash another round of relentless tickling, he caved. “Fine,” he muttered, his voice thick with embarrassment and arousal. He leaned forward as much as the cuffs allowed, pressing a tentative kiss to her toes.
Nic’s grin was triumphant. “That’s it, good boy,” she purred, her other foot still teasing his cock lightly, keeping him on edge. “Now, really give them some love. Lick, suck, make it good—or I’m going right back to those ticklish feet of yours.”
Mark’s face burned, but he complied, his lips brushing over her toes, his tongue darting out to lick them. Nic let out a soft moan of approval, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she savored the sensation. “Mmm, that’s more like it,” she said, her voice husky. “Keep going, baby. You’re doing so well.”
He continued, kissing and sucking her toes, his embarrassment fading into a strange, intoxicating mix of submission and desire. Nic watched him, her heart racing at the sight of her strong, stubborn husband giving in to her playful demands. She kept up the teasing, her other foot stroking him slowly, keeping him hard and desperate. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice dripping with affection and mischief. “So obedient, so turned on. You’re gonna have to admit you love this soon, aren’t you?”
Mark pulled back just enough to gasp out, “You’re killing me, Nic.” But the way he leaned back in, licking her toes with a little more enthusiasm, told her he was loving every second of this, even if he’d never say it outright.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing and torment, Nic decided he’d earned a break. She pulled her foot away from his mouth and stopped tickling his feet, climbing up to straddle his chest instead. Her eyes were dark with desire, and she could feel how wet this had made her, the power and playfulness driving her wild. She leaned down, kissing him deeply, tasting a hint of herself on his lips. “You’re so good to me,” she whispered, her voice soft now, full of love. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Mark’s eyes darkened, his exhaustion giving way to renewed interest. “Oh yeah?” he said, his voice low and rough. “What’s next, troublemaker?”
Nic grinned, shifting upward until she was positioned over his face. “You’ve made me so wet, teasing you like this,” she said, her tone playful but edged with need. “So you’re gonna take care of that, aren’t you?”
Mark didn’t hesitate, his tongue finding her with a skill that made her gasp. She gripped the headboard, her body trembling as he worked, his lips and tongue driving her toward the edge. “Oh, Mark,” she moaned, her voice shaking with pleasure. “You’re too good at this, you know that?”
He hummed against her, the vibration sending shivers through her, and Nic let herself get lost in the moment. The teasing, the laughter, the playful power exchange—it had all built to this, a perfect crescendo of intimacy and connection. As she neared her climax, she reached down, threading her fingers through his hair, her breath hitching. “I love you,” she gasped, and with a final, shuddering cry, she came undone, her body quaking as Mark guided her through every wave of pleasure.
When she finally collapsed beside him, breathless and sated, Nic reached up to undo the cuffs, freeing his wrists and ankles. Mark pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as they lay tangled together, their laughter soft and warm now, filled with contentment.
“You’re a menace,” he murmured, kissing her forehead, his voice sleepy but full of affection.
“And you love every second of it,” Nic shot back, snuggling into his chest with a satisfied smile.
Mark chuckled, his arms tightening around her. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I really do.”
