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The Memory Remains - For BettyBoop2002 - Part 1

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The Memory Remains – For BettyBoop2002
Part 1

I’d been planning this for months now, ever since you’d confessed this particular little fantasy to me. Lying there in bed, bodies wrapped together in the aftermath of a particularly inventive bout of lovemaking we’d started talking about what we fantasised about, given money and time were no object of course. For the most part it was just that, fantasies, but as soon as you told me this one, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to let it go. Lying there in the dark as you whispered “you’d make me your slave, tie me, tease me, tickle me, fuck me, whatever you wanted” and I knew that was one dream that I had to make come true.

It hadn’t been easy. Even thinking about that situation on my own was enough to bring images to mind of intricate bondage and sensual torture to make the Marquis De Sade look like Mary Whitehouse and I knew that if I ever got to actually do any of those things with you your very presence would make me want to go even further. I started planning at the beginning of April, and it would take until mid June before everything would come together.

First, and most important, I’d need somewhere with a lot of space that I could set up in advance and where there’d be no-one around to hear your laughter. That turned out to be the easy bit, as I talked a friend into loaning me his parents’ beach cottage for a while. They rented it out in the summer, so I had till the start of July to get everything ready. Better yet it was set well back in the sand dunes, and the immediate area around it was actually considered private property. Not that it would make much difference, until the tourist season kicked off those dunes were more or less deserted.

The hard part was in planning exactly what I’d need to make this fantasy special. I suspected you’d have settled for a large bed, some handcuffs and a feather, but I’ve always been a believer in doing something properly, and frankly I really wanted this to not only live up to your expectations but also surpass them. It took the best part of six weeks, grabbing what time I could without making you too suspicious, to get everything built, and another two to get it all in place.

It seemed that this was going to be one of those rare weekends when everything seemed, well, almost perfect. The sun was blazing, it was way warmer than usual for that time of year, more like August than June, and if the weather forecast was to be believed it was going to be like this all weekend long. I’d hired a little Lotus sports car and we had the top down and the tape deck playing as we headed out along the beach road. I was trying desperately hard to keep the grin off my face, you knew me too well to see a full-on Cheshire cat grin and not think something was up and I really didn’t want to spoil the surprise. You had your head resting on my shoulder, your hair being caught gently by the wind, tickling my slightly and it was the closest I’ve ever been to heaven. Finally we arrived at the cabin and I grabbed the luggage (a swimsuit each, a change of clothes, and that was about it) and opened up the front door, holding it open to let you in first. You slipped past, turning to brush your lips on mine as you went, turned back and stopped dead.

The cottage was set up so the front door opened right onto the main room and I’d spent some considerable time getting everything to look right. I’d put spotlights around the room to highlight the more impressive of the displays and rigged them to come on when the front door was opened. One light shone on an open cupboard that seemed to hold every sort of feather and brush known to man, each in their own holder and in perfect condition. Another light showed a matched set of shackles, two attached to hooks in the ceiling, two directly to the floor. A third revealed an odd set of straps hanging from the ceiling, all of them padded and gleaming menacingly in the light. But it was the last object that captured your attention.

There, in the centre of the room was a large wooden X frame, but like none you’d ever seen before. There were restraints at the end points of the X, another set about halfway down the each beam and a wider one in the middle. All over the X were holes, some so small it looked like a pencil would have a hard time fitting through, others big enough to fit an arm or leg through. It was finished in a black satin effect that reflected every single bit of light in the room and gave it a distinctly menacing look. I saw your eyes flick back and forth between the X and the ‘tool’ cabinet, as if your mind couldn’t quite believe what you were seeing. Finally you turned round and looked up at me, and I saw the question in your eyes before you asked it.

“What…” you started but I cut across you “Oh, didn’t I mention, as of dawn tomorrow, you’re here to be my tickle slave for the weekend my love. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself, well, for some of the time at least.”

“Dawn tomorrow, but, umm, why not, well, why wait?” You ask, and I’m glad to see you’ve accepted this so quickly and easily. “Two reasons my love, one, I want to give you some time to think about what exactly I’m going to do to your body once you’re tied up, stretched out and helpless, watching those swirling feathers descend towards your naked, soft skin. Reason two, while I do want to hear you scream tonight, I want it to be for a slightly different reason.”

So saying I scoped you up in my arms and headed for the bedroom. I laid you down on the bed and slid your top up over you head, and slid the skirt from around your waist. I started at the top of your head and worked my way down, kissing, licking and nibbling every inch of flesh, occasionally pressing in just the right way to make you giggle and jump slightly. I kept moving down your body, over your ribs and stomach hoping that you were excited enough not to realise I wasn’t just being a little clumsy in my motions, but was testing every tickle spot on your body to get an idea of where to start in the morning. By the time I reached your waist you were moaning and wriggling under me, but I kept up the slow, deliberate pace, hooking your panties as I went and rolling them down your legs just ahead of my wet, willing mouth. As they slipped past your toes I shifted slightly and started to rub and suck your feet, being careful to keep my actions deliberate to avoid tickling you if I could. There’d be plenty of time for that later, right now I wanted to take you right to your limit before I pushed you over the edge, hoping that I’d be able to make this seem like a mere shiver over the next two days.

I managed to keep you on the edge for another half an hour, until you were literally panting for release, then I made the fatal mistake of looking right into your eyes and the look of sheer need I saw there overrode anything else I may have done. We came together in a shuddering climax that left us both drained and exhausted in the bed. Almost automatically we moved together, curling up as I reached down and pulled a sheet over our entwined bodies. You fell asleep almost immediately and I soon felt myself following. My last proper thought before sleep claimed me was, despite how beautiful you looked curled up against me now, you’d look even better when you were begging for mercy in the morning….

Part 2
 
Best hope the metallica drummer doesnt take offence to te anme of a song of his being used by the TMF and sue like he did Napster haha j/k 😛
 
A Great Story! Great Writing! WOW

I couldn't wait to read part 2 and part 3! I want more! WOW Fantastic!Ms.Boop you are one lucky lady!🙂
 
Awesome! Outstanding!!!!!!

This is by far one of the best stories that I have read in awhile. Wow and it was written especially for BettyBoop, she should be on cloud 9 right about now!
I can't wait to read part 4!!!!!!! Greating writing! Please continue!🙂 And thanks for sharing your talent!
 
Thanks all, this is why I love posting here, by far the friendlest bunch of critics I've ever found. 😀

Sorry for not giving a bit more feedback but an idea for a (hopefully) quick Babylon 5 story hit in one of the most boring meetings in history today, and I'm fighting a battle with sleep to get it finished tonight. Part 4 of this story on the other hand should be up, by, oh, Sunday if the fates, luck and microsoft permit.
 
BOFH66 WOW! What else is there to say after that! I mean it is a great story line, well written! And I am flattered that you would write this for me *hugs* Yes, I am on cloud 9 going to cloud 11 🙂 to read the other part! God this was so hot! Sizzling! Love the tickles, the bondage, the pushing over the edge! WOW!:wow: :yowzer: :Kiss2: :bowing: :bowing: :tickle: :devil2:
 
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