Hello all. I originally posted this part of my series in four separate parts, and i just wanted to give everyone the opportunity to read them straight through and take in the full experience as it was written in block form. To those who have already read this series I think that it will be a more involved experience and to those reading for the first time, I hope that you find a little of yourself in my gentle musings. I would like to cordially invite you all to my Dysfunction...
The Shore
By: JJ82277
Everyone knows that it’s hard to maintain passion in a marriage. Between the responsibilities of house cleaning, cooking, taking care of the kids, after school activities, late night meetings, invasions of in laws and all the other joys of domestic life, romance can tend to get a little lost. It’s important for a couple to take time alone together away from their normal drudgeries. The fruitful tree of passion can only be refreshed with subtle enduring reminders of first love. There are few venues with the same rejuvenating powers as the Jersey Shore.
It was late on a Friday in early summer. The sun was quietly beginning to fade into the horizon. The beautiful water shone with the rapidly reddening rays of the imminent sunset. In the background you could hear the magnificent sounds of the live bands playing. You could see the tall Ferris Wheels as tourists and locals alike enjoyed their escape from the normalcy. You could see couples walking along the boardwalks, holding hands, embracing each other as though this magnificent sunset would be their last.
Greg and Amanda would soon be such a couple. They were just your average suburban couple, two kids, a nice home, distractions from each other like anyone else, but they were still very much in love. A few times a year they liked to retreat to their summer home and spend some QUALITY time together. Somehow, they were always bale to pass the time.
Greg owned a very successful Real Estate brokerage. He worked hard, trained people well, and he loved what he did. Every family that he helped into their new home gave him a warm feeling in his heart. He was very good at what he did. The best part for him was that it afforded him the freedom to spoil his sweet wife with frequent vacations. He was so successful that Amanda didn’t have to work. She could fully enjoy the bliss (or lack there of from time to time) of raising their two beautiful sons, Mark and Joshua.
Amanda arrived at their impressive Point Pleasant residence a few days ahead of Greg who was still finishing a few things at the office. Amanda liked being able to set things in order for his arrival and then have the entire time to themselves. They rarely got the chance to be alone with two growing boys in the house. That’s why it is so important that they set aside this time for each other. Their sons had already gone for a summer trip with their grandparents giving the couple much needed time to together. Amanda always cherished the time they spent alone together with all her heart.
Amanda took in this sight of the people walking, the sun setting, and the Ferris wheel spinning, from the gentle comfort of her pedicure chair. She relished getting pedicures. They always relaxed her and put her at such ease. She enjoyed the feeling of relaxation. It made her feel very confident and sexy being married to a man who could really appreciate the softness of his wife’s perfect feet and reward all the attention she put into them.
She was an attractive woman in her early thirties (although most thought early twenties). She was tiny, only 5’4” inches tall, but 110 pounds soaking wet. She was nothing compared to Greg’s 6’2” athletic build and 210 pounds. She loved the feeling that he could overpower her at any moment with his sheer size and strength. Something about a subtle helplessness to her lover set butterflies turning in her trim stomach.
Throughout the year she could hardly contain her excitement about the summer trips to the Shore and escape from domesticity. Nothing recharged her batteries like a week long adventure with her loving husband. She always counted herself lucky that Greg worked hard enough that they could enjoy a second home at Point Pleasant and that she could stay home and raise their two children. Under normal circumstances it would be unthinkable for her to part with her two sons, but this week was different. They didn’t need to be corrupted with all the EVIL things that their father planned to do to their poor, defenseless, *ticklish* mother.
Amanda just sat back in her chair relishing how at peace she felt. As a teenager she had always had certain fantasies. Since she could remember *ticking* always had a certain effect on he. She used to think, “What a dirty, disturbed little girl to want to be tied up and tickle tortured to sheer hysteria?” The most intense aspect of her naughty little fantasies was the helplessness to her captor. She longed to be taken to a secluded location, tickled, and teased endlessly for days on end-where there was NO ONE to save her.
She couldn’t believe that she found Greg, a man who loves nothing more to tie, tease, and tickle her even more relentlessly than she ever imagined. She was initially reluctant to tell Greg of her secret fetish. She feared that he might think her too perverse. Oh how wrong she was. To her utter horror and delight she found him to be a true tickling sadist (who loved nothing more than fulfilling her deepest desires).
He relished causing the torment she craved to no end. The only sounds that he loved more than her desperate squeals of laughter are the earthy moans of ecstasy that they inevitably produce. Her love for him was sealed the first time that he had her helpless form bound tightly and forced stream after stream of flowing laughter and desperate begging from her quivering lips. Fortunately for her since then he has mastered the concepts of small breaks and verbal teasing to prolong her sweet torture even longer.
Over the years of their marriage Amanda had become quite comfortable with the fact she was turned on at the thought of being mercilessly tickle tortured, but it still gave her a naughty thrill that always felt like the first time when the delicious anticipation would start to build.
As the nice young Asian woman brought the pumice stone to her sensitive foot she was reminded how sensitive her soft feet were. This was sheer pain for the sake of pleasure. Her husband had already given her a rather wicked pedicure just two days earlier so that she would not forget him in her travels. Her feet were already buttery soft but she wanted them to be perfect for their first perfect night in their secret get away. There was always the added bonus of how crazy it made her husband to see her freshly pedicured toes. Part of the fun for her was the ability to tease her husband to no end only to be thoroughly punished for her lascivious behavior in her favorite way.
Suddenly her cell phone rang. She looked at the call screen. “TKMASTER” is all that it read. Not even Greg knew the naughty screen name that she had for him in her phone. It always sent a delicious chill up her spine to see those letters and hear his voice. As she took the phone to her ear she couldn’t help but realize that their foreplay was already starting.
“Hi honey hehe when do you expect to make it down?” The gentle massaging of her calves always tickled. She didn’t try TOO hard not to let the giggle escape her lips and let Greg’s mind wonder.
“Oh I will be there in about half an hour. Things in the shop were done a lot earlier than expected. Is everything ready on your end?”
“Yep, hehe, the refrigerator is full of our favorite foods and snacks, I even got that yogurt you like, hehe our bed is freshly made, and I have all the other ARRANGEMENTS in order as soon as you hehe get here.” It always made Amanda a little nervous referencing bondage equipment in public however subtle. She tried not to deliberately advertise the fact that she was having her feet toweled off but she enjoyed the subtle teasing.
“Hey what are you doing?” Amanda was a naturally very bubbly girl but Greg could tell something was up. He just couldn’t put his finger on it.
“I’m just trying on these new shoes. They’re five inches, patent leather, and REALLY SHINY. I think that I will put them back, what do you think?” The evil grin on her face was becoming apparent to all watching. She couldn’t tell if it was the thrill of lying or knowing she would be caught that was more exciting.
“I think that you can keep them. I promise a thorough inspection when I get there though.”
“Awwwwww, you promise?” There were few things in life that Amanda enjoyed more than Greg’s thinly veiled threats. They carried a lot more weight now. She is well aware that he has learned every inch of her *ticklish* body in their time together. The fact that she didn’t have a chance against his knowing fingers only deepened her subtle arousal.
“I promise… listen I will be there soon. Don’t do anything crazy until I get there”
“Oppps,… just kidding. I love you!”
“I love you too.” Ever since their wedding night Amanda always found it funny that a man could be so sweet, and have such an EVIL SIDE. His duality was a perfect compliment to her suburban wife by day, naughty ticklish girl at night.
She had the nice young girl paint her toes a Dark Cherry red to match her long fingernails. This was Greg’s favorite color for her nails and she wanted everything to be perfect for him. It was a terrific match for her lightly tanned skin.
When the finishing was done and her polish dry, Amanda put back on her sandals. She got up, gave a good tip, paid for her service and left. As she walked to her car she could not help but reminisce. Spending the week as her husbands tickle slave would be yet another fulfillment of her “unladylike” adolescent fantasies of abduction and torture. As she drove toward the house with a new shoe box in the seat next to her she could not help but be very anxious for the fun to start.
When she pulled up in the driveway she didn’t bother putting her car in the garage. She just hurried into the house to get ready for her husband’s arrival. They always liked to go out to dinner the first night (before other things had the chance to get in the way). As she walked through the door she was taking back by the totality of their summer home. On the interior it was stark white, with a perfect view of the waves crashing over the beaches.
No matter how many times she came here it was such a stark contrast to her everyday surroundings that it felt always felt a little like a strange environment. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing for someone in Amanda’s condition.
She wasted no time going right to her bedroom to plop off her sandals. She immediately began rubbing moisturizing lotion all over her freshly pampered feet and put them in the cutest white ankle socks. She wanted them to be as soft and as sensitive as possible when Greg got his wicked little fingers on them.
She slipped out of her Tank top, jeans, and undergarments to thoroughly lather the rest of her supple body with her favorite scented moisturizer. Something about cucumber melon always set Greg into a tizzy upon the fresh scent hitting his nostrils. Over the course of a decade Amanda had learned lots of Greg’s little secrets to keeping his ATTENTION.
Even now she still enjoyed dressing up for him. His flirtatious pawing, and enraptured gaze always had a way of making her feel so wanted, needed, desired, and loved. Greg fully understood the importance of making a woman FEEL beautiful and Amanda did all she could to assist him in that regard. Just the thought of putting on all his favorite items set her nerves on end in anticipation even when he was not yet in her presence.
She knew that Greg really enjoyed the contrast of black fabric (or black cuffs) against her light olive skin. She had picked out an especially fetching lingerie ensemble. Just feeling the kiss of the lace material as it traveled past her socked feet up her toned calves and silky thighs reminded her of all the torturous fun to come later on that evening. She put on her black lace bra that barely held her ample breasts that were still very firm even in her blossoming maturity.
She had picked out a special dress for the evening. It was a single piece. It actually had almost a turtle neckline and was open to the middle of her back. Paired with Greg’s usual work attire most observers would think that they were the typical conservative couple… If only they knew. Her long flowing black hair rested gently on her shoulders as she gazed in the mirror. There is a special feeling a woman gets when she puts on that Tight Black Dress that hugs and nurtures every curve to perfection.
She put on her dark red lipstick to match perfectly with her fingers and ticklish toes. For some reason she still felt butterflies in her stomach when she was about to see him. She always wanted everything to be perfect for him. As she surveyed herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but think that she was pretty close. Her single pearl earrings were the penultimate touch. One last thing would complete her masterpiece.
She walked back into the kitchen to retrieve her new shoes that she had laid on the countertop. Those shoes with this dress were almost unfair, and that’s exactly how she wanted it. She spotted her bag and shoe box on the counter and reached out for them when suddenly she felt an electric jolt to her side.
She let out a VERY surprised squeal. Greg always loved to sneak up behind her and creatively announce his presence. He thought she might have achieved liftoff with her initial response to his teasing touch. His initial caress was met with a more deliberate embrace around her hips. He nuzzled his face against her cheek and gave her several enthusiastic kisses hello.
“Gosh you scared me; I didn’t hear you come in…” She was pleasantly startled by his intrusion. She closed her eyes as he drew him closer to her caressing his face with her hand encouraging his affections. She could feel herself get lost in his large frame. She was so tiny in comparison. With his arms wrapped around her as they were now she felt so safe because no matter what she knew that she couldn’t get away if he didn’t want her to. That made her heart flutter in her chest and at the same time let a warm wave of calm wash over her as his lips caressed her cheek and his warm breath teased her ears. After all this time he still knew how to be so cue and romantic.
“I must have come in while you were getting ready, I didn’t want to disturb you. You know that I can’t help myself when you can’t see me coming.” He accentuated this with a more deliberate tickle of her sides and ribs. He always loved the way that she squirmed into him when he tickled her in his arms. She playfully tried to hold in her laughter while he teased her.
“You look amazing by the way. I can’t wait to see what the shoes look like.” He let a finger stray to her tiny navel as he held her tight.
“Well if you let me go you can find out, hehehe come on I have to finish getting heehe ready.” It was becoming difficult to hold onto the shoe box with Greg’s playful probing.. For a brief second an evening in didn’t sound like such a bad idea, but she had plans.
“Awww what’s the matter is little Amanda ticklish?” He was so mean; he knew what verbal teasing did to her. It was already bad enough that she knew she couldn’t escape his firm grasp but to be constantly reminded of it was just delicious.
Amanda tried not to laugh but the little imp dancing around in her belly had other ideas that didn’t include effective communication. “Yesssss, heheh you know that I am ticklish, now let me finish getting ready so that we can go. PLEAAAAAAAASE.”
“Oh okay, but hurry up. I have plans for you young lady.” Greg really enjoyed the sweet way that she begged. He let her go off to the bedroom under the promise that it would only take her a second. He could hear the smile on her face as she cooed in approval, knowing that was a promise he would definitely keep.
As she went off to the bedroom to put her shoes on and grab her purse Greg couldn’t help hut think how fortunate he was. Ever since he could remember he was always intrigued by the idea of tickling women. As he grew older, he became fascinated by the prospect of tickling a woman he really cared about while she was completely helpless. He relished the power that he felt knowing that he and he alone had the power to make someone he cared about laugh, squirm, and beg for mercy. The intimacy of the playful flirtation just always seemed to bring a smile to his face.
He never thought that he would find a woman that loved nothing more than to receive his tantalizing torment. He often fantasized about ticklish cheerleaders, or authoritarian women who needed to be taught a lesson in his youth. The best part was always the uncovering of their secret desires and enjoyment of his fetish.
All that changed since the night of Amanda’s passionate confession of her matching interests. She had always been very receptive to his playful tickling, but their relationship changed forever when she confessed how much she truly enjoyed his cruelest caresses. In addition to being the most ticklish person he had ever dated, she was also the most creative in getting herself into sticky situations on purpose. He really loved the way she would facilitate their naughty indulgences.
He could hear the familiar clacking of high heels coming down the hall. It was hard for him to calm the sensation of hearing those familiar footsteps. The thought of finally taking them off just added to the anticipation that had started long ago. Between two people like Greg and Amanda there was a different standard for what constituted foreplay. She walked toward him a vision from his deepest fantasies. It never got old seeing his beautiful wife present herself. He almost felt guilty for the evil inside of him and the terrible things he planned to do to her sensitive form over the next week… almost.
Amanda always took such pleasure in his gentle gaze. Whenever he saw her, his look was always the same. He didn’t need to say anything, his shortness of breath and his frozen stare told her all that she needed to know. Even still, he always found a way to express just how wonderful he thought she was.
He hugged her tightly, letting her slim form rub against him. “Even now, you still take my breath away.” He kissed her gently on the forehead. He was so sweet.
She rested snuggly in his embrace, “awwww, thank you… you don’t look to bad yourself.” She couldn’t help but admire his black pinstripe pants, pastel blue shirt, white French collar, and Red tie (symbolizing POWER). He had all the appearance of a strict professional with all the intentions of a demented abductor. The combination was intoxicating for Amanda.
“So where are we going for dinner honey?”
“I thought we might have rock lobster down at the beach…” he said it so casually. He knew what he was doing. The words immediately hit home for Amanda and she could barely look at him as she contemplated their meaning. Over the years his ability to psychologically torment her grew exponentially. She knew that she was in trouble now and loved every second of it. Just his warm caress and his teasing words already had her very conscious of every fiber of her ensemble. She could only imagine what his feathery touch would do to her in this state. The implications were too much to contemplate so naturally she could not remove them from her thoughts for a single moment.
As she sat back in the car riding towards the restaurant she admired the power she still had over her handsome husband. His deep blue eyes couldn’t help stealing glances over at her and she knew it. Every now and then she would trace her fingernails through his blond hair and massage his scalp. Thankfully it was not a busy night because he was not able to keep full attention on the road.
Greg’s teasing cruelty was only matched by Amanda’s. She had always enjoyed male attention, but it was different with Greg. She would trade a room full of casual stares for the attention of the man she loved. Knowing that he desired made her feel special. She viewed his sexual arousal as her personal possession that she could play with as she chose. Even as they were riding together in the car even Greg knew that no one, for any reason would have to continually cross and uncross their legs that much. He couldn’t keep the image of her toned silky thighs out of his mind, and the fleeting glimpses of her shiny new high heels didn’t help matters any. They both took comfort in the knowledge that she would pay dearly for her abuse of his affections.
Her cruel ministrations knew no end. She enjoyed experiencing the physical bondage of ropes or cuffs. She enjoyed tormenting Greg in the bondage of the public eye. As they walked to the table the two of them could not help but notice how the room was set a buzz by Amanda’s fetching dress. The smooth skin of her thighs, calves, and the curve of her behind were only accentuated as her leg muscles flexed at the incline of her tall heels.
He always made sure that they sat at a corner booth to make sure that she had every opportunity to express her tantalizing tradecraft. With the right incentive even perusing a menu could be the beginnings of a long evening. The fact that they already knew what they were having only added to the warm tension that was building between the two of them. Even a cat burglar could take a lesson from Amanda in her calculated subtlety. As she sat next to her husband she would casually cross her shapely legs towards him. The slight rubbing of a knowing heel against the legs of his pants sent electric thrill up his legs. Every so often her gentle nudging against him would accentuate her firm breasts as they strained against the fabric of her seductive dress. She thoroughly enjoyed putting on the show of flipping her flowing hair away from him to expose the contour of her sensitive neckline, chin, and cute earlobes.
The hardest part was quelling the evil grin that was building with her. The most thrilling part for Greg was definitely how casual and innocent she tried to make herself look-he knew better. She knew exactly what she was doing
Her most evil trick was given opportunity when she would catch him in a stare, or looking away nervously. She would just innocently bat her eyelashes at him, put her soft hand on his thigh, look into his eyes and ask so nonchalantly, “What’s wrong sweety?” The devilish punctuation was allowing her long fingernails to gently claw at his sensitive inner thighs sending little tremors through his very core.
Usually he didn’t even need to muster an audible response. He would just look at her knowingly as she fought back a grin and kiss her on the forehead or the cheek. The fact that he so openly enjoyed her humble pass time only made her feel more loved. Even as a mother of two, Greg still couldn’t bear to look away from her.
Equal to the task Greg ordered along with their lobster entrée two glasses of wine. He knew exactly what it would do to her. Her breath caught as the words rolled off his lips to the waiter. She must really be getting to him. She could almost feel the warm heightened sensitivity that alcohol always produced even now. Unlike Amanda, Greg wore his evil intentions like a badge of honor. She just made sure that all her silver wear was in place to avoid having to look at his evil glare. This was even more delicious than she had imagined.
Through dinner they enjoyed each others company even more than the delicate shell fish. They both loved listening to the other person more than talking so conversation always flowed very freely most of the time. It was occasionally hard to come speak for Amanda though. Greg’s warm breath could leave Amanda quite speechless when he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. It was if the room didn’t exist, only their flirtatious smiles.
Aside from the most casual of caresses Greg rarely tickled Amanda in public. He was content to let his teasing lioness dig her hole as deep as she wanted, for all debts would be paid private.
After dinner they went for a short walk on the boardwalk. The ability to focus on romance was a welcome respite from having to hustle and bustle from one place to another. They held hands and watched the moonlight cascade of the water. Every little clack of Amanda’s heels reminded Greg of the pleasures that were just moments away. Looking at her, as she casually rubbed against him while walking, he could see her blissful expression indicating that it was on her mind as well.
There was no need for many words. Their shared love washed over them like the waters on the beach just being near the other. Even in thunderous silence, stealing glances and gentle caresses expressed feelings that would baffle most poets. In one moment, the breeze gently bouncing of the cool ocean, he saw her long hair fluttering in the wind and her beautiful face was revealed to him like something out of a dream. He pulled her close to him and gently nibbled her ear letting his breath tease her lightly as the wind brushed her long hair back. “It’s a shame really. Such beautiful moonlight but it’s nothing compared to you.” The gentle kiss to her forehead was met with a shy blush. He still knew how to make her melt.
For the first time that night his lips tasted hers. The gentle wind blowing against them only made the scene more perfect. As his hand held her hips gently as they shared their breath he ever so slightly gave her a knowing squeeze. With his fingers tangled in her hair, Greg grew even more excited as he caught her subtle yelp in the back of his throat. That was the only signal she needed to know that the game was a foot. She just smiled in approval as he motioned her back towards the car.
As they hastily walked back to their SUV, Amanda could barely hide the content evil grin creeping across her face. She loved how she affected her husband. She reveled in the idea of the delicious debaucheries that she had purchased for herself with her merciless teasing.
Ever the gentlemen, Greg opened the door for his noble lady. As she tried to slide past him he pressed her against the closed door of the back seat. Just seeing her like this, so beautiful, so inviting, his inhibitions were slowly melting away (also aided by their shared nightcap). He caught the sweet smell of her perfume again as he kissed her gentle neck lightly, just letting his lips caress her smooth skin.
The feeling of being pinned against the car door was absolutely thrilling to Amanda. She loved to see the dam slowly break from her constant attention. She wrapped her arms around him and got slightly lost in the exhilaration that she was feeling as his passion began to outweigh his reserve.
“Greg, What if someone SEES us?” She teasingly whispered into his ear. Her warm breath only added to his resolve. He easily lifted her up off the ground and pressed against the car even more firmly. This was met with a deep sigh of excitement. Amanda’s eyes grew wide taking in the sight of her now quite demented abductor.
“They might learn something.” His arms were tucked under her support her. The feeling of being lifted in the air only sent little messages of helplessness pinging in Amanda’s mind. They were received with ENTHUSIASM. He used his fingers to lightly spider up and down her sensitive ribs. The result was too precious for words. Her streams of girly giggles came pouring out right into his ears as she nibbled them playfully. She collapsed so sweetly even deeper into his strong arms. He could feel every muscle in her torso convulse against his sweet incursion. Feeling her squirm and hearing her free flowing giggles only sent waves of euphoria crashing over him like the waves of the ocean crashing on the beaches. She looked so desperately defenseless when she was giggling from his constant tickling. Her feeling of weightlessness only heightened her sensation-and the wine wasn’t helping.
He leaned in close to her ear while she was tittering back and forth. He whispered gently, “Awwwww, what’s the matter, does that tickle?”
Through her gentle laughing she screamed out in a loud whisper “NOOOOOOOOOO!”
Since he was a boy Greg only dreamed of someone to encourage his teasing desires. The reality of having such a beautiful creature before him laughing at his command fulfilled his fantasies beyond even his imagination.
He tasted her lips and her ever increasing laughter in a ticklish kiss. She was powerless to stop him. This only left her free to struggle more always being rewarded with the affirmation of her helplessness. To be kissed while being tickled only let the other feast on the enjoyment that their partner was getting from their shared passion. The fact that they both enjoyed it immensely only added to the explosive intensity of the situation. It was almost a sin for a married couple to still have such strong magnetism between them.
Her uncontrollable squirming in his arms was maddening, her giggles intoxicating, and her enjoyment euphoric. He finally released her lips and her poor ribs. She slightly out of breath and Greg’s breath shortened they looked into each others eyes.
“You really make me crazy you know that…”
Amanda responded in classic fashion. She allowed her left thigh to gently creep between his legs to find the waiting hardness her affections had created. She leaned her head back against the car window and in a sultry voice dripping with mock innocence she spoke right to his sadistic core, “Awwwww, It’s not like I do it o Purpose!” The gentle massaging of his manhood offered empirical evidence of her sweetest lie. Even she had to giggle at the tension it created. “I guess I’m going to get it now huh?” Her playful teasing tone and wide smile only added to Greg’s desperation.
He lowered her to the ground and helped her quickly into her seat and took great pleasure in making sure that her seat belt was very TIGHT. He whispered gently into her ear “You have no idea.”
The smile of satisfaction that had been building in her since the phone call during her pedicure could be concealed no longer. Her silly grin was a true indication of the electric excitement brewing beneath the surface. The fires within her only burned with greater intensity as she saw her husband rushing to his car door, and fumble with the car keys in his haste. It would be a short drive back to their residence, but the anticipation could have lasted two lifetimes.
The evening had gone just as planned. Both of them outside the confines of normal suburban life were free to give into the passions that sometimes that they were sometimes distracted from. Now there were no lunches to pack, no meetings to attend, and no kids to pick up from school. There was only a mature couple free to act as though they were still in their very late teens.
The game in the car ride was who could seem the least anxious. This was a tougher task than it may appear. Delicious shell fish, merciless teasing, passionate embraces, kisses that brought forth new life, all of these factors contributed to the mounting arousal that occupied the two of them. Greg could hardly conceal the gentle rising between his legs. Even pushing the pedals caused a delicious rub against the fiber against his underwear. He could hardly keep from staring at his beautiful wife the entire time.
Amanda was going through a hard time herself. She felt so free away from home. Going to a vaguely familiar place to be tormented for hours on end had such a naughty connotation. She couldn’t help but entertain the idea that Greg was somehow abducting her to keep her as his Ticklish slave girl. Focusing on that idea did her no favors in their unspoken contest of continence.
She could already feel the effects of their prolonged foreplay. Her firm breasts had become much more sensitive. She could feel their delicious tips hardening and straining against the sweet lace that imprisoned them. As she crossed her legs even the subtle touch of the tight fabric lightly tickled the fully alive nerves of her bare thighs. As they got closer and closer to the house she could feel her heart start beating a little harder and a little faster as her fantasy became more and more real. Her impending torment was intoxicating. That was still to say nothing of the almost too sweet tingling and pulsing between her thighs. She could not help but squeeze her sensitive thighs tightly together to manage the situation… while she still could…
As they pulled into the driveway the excitement came to a head. Greg looked over knowingly at his wife. Her time as the predator was now at an end. He let the keys linger in the ignition for a few seconds as the two just sat there smiling nervously. He wanted to let the details of the situation sink in. He always felt very powerful watching her breathing quicken and her body fidget in response to him.
“We’re here… any last words…” He loved teasing her to no end.
“Oh whatever…” She rolled her eyes mockingly at him. He never stopped raising the stakes with his teasing. They walked hand in hand to the front door eagerly. The clack of her shinny heels was still quite maddening to Greg, but he would have his hands on them soon enough.
As Greg opened the door for Amanda she looked at him defiantly “You know I do have a few LAST WORDS”
“What’s that?” He was now openly smiling in an evil leer as he inched closer to his prey.
She smiled as big as she could to show off her perfect dimples. “I bet you can’t catch me!!!” Amanda took off running into the big open space of the house while Greg just stood in amazement. She really was terrific. He had never had this much fun with anyone else in his life. They felt like teenagers again. A smile of pure joy crossed his lips as he just let the moment consume him.
“You know I’m going to get you!” Amanda was terrible at hiding. Her girlish giggles and the click clack of her heels were a dead giveaway. It was the sure knowledge of being caught that excited her, and the audacity of running that drove Greg to an almost feverish pitch.
She pretended to be hiding behind a beam in the kitchen. She proceeded to stick her head and her tongue out at her stalking tormentor just to enrage him further. As he would dart one way she would dart the other. Eventually she conveniently cornered herself by the counter next to the refrigerator. Her nervous giggles and irresistible smile melted a part of Greg’s heart. This was going to be too much fun. She was in the classic position with her long hair now slightly disheveled, her arms down at her side, and her hands out in her best defensive position. She knew what was coming.
In one motion Greg just picked up his small wife and deposited her firmly on the counter and let his fingers explode into her twitching torso again. This time there was no holding back. She let out her deep perfect laughter right away. It was less squirming and more thrashing as his tickling attack was more honed in privacy. He gently massaged each rib with cruel precision and massaged her hips with deadly accuracy. All that she could do was futilely attempt to bat his strong hands away from her vulnerable mid section.
Her desperation only emboldened him further as he buried his hungry lips on her waiting neck. Occasionally he would sneak in a slight nibble to make her shriek in desperation for him. Her uncontrolled reactions were like music to his ears. Her desperate thrashing was a symphony. Every twitch of her muscles sent shocks of excitement through him. He loved to feel her wild hair resting over him while he nibbled kissed her gentle neck. It felt so intimate.
Despite her current situation Amanda was only becoming more and more excited. Her hips began to move in time with Greg as she drew him closer between her spread legs. As her inner thighs tightened around his hips she felt delicious jolts of pleasure every time that either of them moved. This was a constant stimulation with Greg’s evil fingers doing their dirty work on her ticklish ribs and sides. She couldn’t help her desperate wiggling and that only added to the burning deep inside her trim tummy.
“Wait wait wait, ahahahahahahahahahahaha YOGURT…” Still trapped on their counter,
Amanda sucked in all the air available to her to blurt out her only request while Greg was tickling her furiously.
He stopped suddenly. He knew she loved to stall. He held her there. His hands had a firm grasp on her ample hips. He could feel her warm smooth skin through the thin material of her seductive dress. He took in the beauty of her excited breathing and mirthful expression as he contemplated granting her simple request. With an evil grin he granted her request only to heighten the tension already think between them.
“Okay, you can have your yogurt, but after that…” His devilish grin excited Amanda to no end. He opened the refrigerator while she caught her breath and resettled her hair (the sultry smile of anticipation never leaving her face).
He handed her a single package of strawberry yogurt that she knew he loved. “Spoon,” she almost commanded with mock aristocracy. The perfect compliment to their mutual mounting excitement was her air of coy calm. There they were hips entwined, breathing heavily, far past the point of casual arousal and she wanted to just casually enjoy a helping of strawberry yogurt. None but Amanda Greg thought-that’s why he loved her. He handed her the spoon that she eagerly accepted.
She looked him right in the eye the entire time. The visible signs of her excitement never left her. Her pupils dilated and eyes wider than ever she proceeded to nibble at her last meal before her *ticklish* sentence. A girl needs her desert right? She made the casual show of letting her luscious lips linger ever so slightly caressing the spoon suggestively in her mouth as Greg watch captivated. She made sure to moan audibly to let Greg now how sinful the yogurt tasted. His hands around her hips he inched her closer and closer to him as she finished her little SNACK. She could hardly contain her laughter as she continued to tease him endlessly even as she was snuggly in the lion’s mouth.
“MMMMMM this is reallllllllllly good, you should really try some.” She took the last spoon full of yogurt and teasingly fed her lover. She grew even more excited as he hungrily yanked the spoon from her hand with the mouth, taking in every drop. What those lips and tongue would do to her poor swelling clitoris. The thoughts only amplified her desire for him.
“Awwwww, you haven’t said a word about my new shoes.” Amanda playfully extended her right leg and pointed her toes in her heels.
Greg needed no encouragement. He let his hands trace down every warm curve of her leg until he was holding her heel in both hands gently caressing the leather casing.
“I didn’t think I had to. I could see you noticed how I was gawking at them all night.” He encouraged her left heel between his thighs and she could feel his hardness through her shoe. It made her gasp slightly in feigned shock, “As you can see I think they are REALLY pretty.”
He began to slowly take off her right shoe and she unconsciously started to hold her breath. Her naughty little secret would be revealed in just seconds, and she Loved it. She felt the cool air hit her soft heel in contrast to the warm leather. The sucking sound of her tight shoe being pulled off her heal was her signal to exhale. He let her shoe hit the ground with a gentle thud as his hands explored the soft perfectly wrinkled ticklish little foot in front of him. Her other seductive shoe was ever so slightly caressing the firm rising in his pants the entire time. He let one finger travel slightly up the very center of her foot and took great joy in watching her sexy toes twitch in response. Amanda cutely bit her bottom lip as she tried to hold in her laughter. Her feet were excruciatingly *ticklish.* Watching her turmoil set Greg’s lust a blaze.
Amanda’s pampered foot was buttery soft, almost too soft. Greg got a very quizzical look on his face. He looked down at her warm soft foot. He noticed that the shade of red was slightly darker than the one that he himself had put on just days before. Amanda had been very very naughty. You see, Amanda wasn’t allowed to…
“Amanda…” Greg let his single finger explore lightly over her sensitive sole as he began seeking her confession, “Did you get a Pedicure?”
Of their “rules made to be broken” this was the most serious. They were so creative in coming up with reasons for Amanda to be punished. Greg was to be the only one with the privilege of touching her feet and administering her pedicures (usually with an evil twist). Breaking that rule would purchase the most server penalty.
Her first response to this question was a more insistent stroking of Greg’s erection with her warm leather shoe. She took a look on her face as though she was just asked an Astor physics question. “Ummmmmmmmmmm!!! Hahahahahahahahaha” Amanda’s teasing defiance to the question was broken by Greg letting all of his fingers roam freely over her hyper-ticklish sole. He followed every delicious twist of her sexy foot with a pianist’s precision. He turned his back to her and concentrated all his efforts on raking every inch of her ticklish foot. All she could do was playfully pound on his back and try as she might to kick her foot from his strong grasp. Every violent jerk was making Greg lost in his own little world. He loved it so much when she put up a fight.
The visual of her perfectly painted toes wiggling in discomfort was only bested by the musical sound of her hysterical laughter. Greg was very happy that she had been a naughty girl. The extra softness of her foot was making is work much easier.
“You know they did a really good job. Your cute little feet are Sooooooo soft Amanda.” He was amazed at how easily his fingers slid up and down her quiver sole. Her tittering cadence was directing his finger to all her worst spots. Even without guidance he knew full well how much torture it was to have his nails scribbled along her soft arch and instep. As his fingers made their way up and down her weak spot she new she was finished.
“Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ” was all that she could scream out in the midst of his torment. He stopped more suddenly than she expected. He just rubbed the tickly sensations from her foot. She knew he was up to something. He was too calm now. It made her feel eerily aware of every move that he made. She watched in silence as he bent down to pick up her shoe. Perhaps he would use her own shoe to tickle her in some way? He was actually motioning as though he was putting it back on. She pointed her toes as best she could invited her shoe be returned to her waiting foot.
She just pulled her hair back and said “Thank you,” as she wiggled her foot waiting for her shoe. He made sure to slide the back rim lightly down her heel sending even more electric signals shooting up her legs to the dampness accumulating above. Now with both shoes on she looked curiously at Greg. He led her slim leg back down to its twin and then turned violently toward her. She was quite pleasantly startled when he took the yogurt cup from her hands strongly and banged it onto the table. Greg always had a way of knowing just how to scare her into lustful abandon.
She could see the desperate fire in his eyes and hers grew even wider in excited anticipation.
“So my naughty little housewife went out and got a pedicure without my permission hmmm?” He began slowly teasing his strong hands up her bare thighs and under her tight little dress. The tingly feeling of his invading hands only made Amanda want to dig her hole even deeper.
She reached her arms around his neck and drew him closer to her. She let his head rest comfortably in her bosom as she began to lightly kiss and nibble along his neck. He moaned in approval as her sweet lips and warm breath began to tease his ears when she began her seductive whisper. “Ohhhhh, I was only a little naughty,” she again let a curious thigh seek out his growing erection, “and it felt sooooo good… it *tickled* a little though!”
That sealed it. With that knowing hands began to skitter up sensitive quivering ribs and sides. She again collapsed deeper into the arms her evil abductor letting her sweet little giggles pour into his ears adding to his excitement.
“Does this tickle?”
She could hear the intense excitement in his voice. Between her desperate giggles and squirming she could manage only one word, “NOOOOOO!” With that she felt the ground leave her as he quickly threw her over his shoulder. She was always amazed at how easily Greg could just render her helpless. That’s why she loved him so much. In her aroused state being man handled in such a way was the last thing she needed. She was becoming dizzy as blood was being reallocated to different areas other than her head. All she could do was laugh, scream, and kick her legs freely in the air. It was half from terror of what was to come, and half from the pure joy of her predicament.
Greg opened the refrigerator to retrieve a few items for later. “Don’t worry honey; I know just what to do with naughty little housewives. Don’t you give it another thought…” Greg gave Amanda’s firm behind a few playful spanks to accentuate his malicious promise. There was something about having his beautiful wife slung over his shoulder, squirming desperately for freedom and unable to escape him that just made him feel so powerful. It was so intimate. He could feel every one of her movements as if it was his very own. Both of them shared one single thought, this was going to be VERY fun.
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Greg lovingly and quickly carried his squirming wife down the hallway to their bedroom. He was quite comforted by her mock screams of protest and her girlish laughter. He could hear the child like enthusiasm in her voice even now. He could almost hear her smiling.
For some reason seeing her bare legs with no ground beneath them kicking violently for freedom gave him such a sadistic rush. He almost felt bad for the terrible things he had planned for her… almost.
Almost triumphantly he firmly pushed open the door to their bed chamber. Amanda playfully grabbed onto the door frame in defiance. A quick goose to her hips ended her teasing protest.
Amanda always relished the way that Greg would throw her down onto their bed, be it at home or abroad. It always seemed that in this special venue that he always had a little more precious malice in everything that he did though. She had prepared their bed just for him. The sheets and pillow cases were all his favorite color of black to match her lascivious outfit. She was going to thank him for all the hard work that he did providing for their family. The more she had to sensually suffer for it, the better it was for all parties.
Greg wasted no time after depositing his secret items out of sight in following her onto the bed. Like guided missiles their lips met again. In the sanctity of their bedroom every passionate kiss, every warm embrace, and every seductive gesture had more purpose as the inhibitions were all washed away. Only their mutual passions were left. For Greg and Amanda, the wrestling around, wet kissing, and the role-play of power exchange was just as important as actual tickle torture.
A born tease Amanda never gave up without a delicious fight. As she kissed him deeply and felt his knowing fingers lightly teasing her stomach and navel through the fabric of her dress she made sure that her pelvis, thighs, and breasts sent all the proper signals of invitation. She was rewarded with the casual brushing against the throbbing erection that she only kept enlarging. She felt so proud of herself. She felt Greg’s hand sneaking around to the zipper in the back of her dress. She twitched away from him the best she could. She broke from his lips, her hair still covering most of his face, and began playfully shaking her head “no”.
Greg couldn’t help but to notice how soft and warm she felt in his strong hands as he took hold of her. With little effort she was on her stomach with her arms pinned at her side. One arm was snuggly wrapped around her midsection trapping both her arms to her side. He wrapped his legs around both of her toned legs trapping her with his one hand free to do as he pleased. He pressed himself into the side of her delicious thigh. Amanda didn’t say a word. She was lost in the bliss of her “body bondage”. She loved not being able to get away from Greg. It made her feel so free to be able to struggle all she wanted and still have to endure whatever his playfully cruel mind came up with.
Now he was in the position to do all the teasing. He waited a gentle second just to see her start to rise up and down with her breathing and let it slow just a bit before he moved in with his menacing caress. He brushed her hair from the exposed part of her back to the right side of her face. She looked at him over her left shoulder as he was resting on her left side and waited eagerly to be forcibly STRIPPED while she squirmed in defiance of his cruel intentions.
Greg was in no rush. He let two fingers casually tease the sensitive skin of her shoulder blades. He loved the sensation of her muscles tightening in his grasp. Feeling her gentle struggles brought an even more sinister grin to his face. She was all his now. There was nothing she could do to stop him. A thought not lost on the ever increasing pulsing between Amanda’s firm thighs.
Greg kept up the light tickling of her upper back. He never applied enough pressure to break her; he liked to see her trying desperately to fight back her cute giggles. He just wanted his touch to be ticklish enough to cause her sweet discomfort and remind her of his devilish path to remove her protection. He finally began to toy with her zipper and contrary to her impending exposure Amanda’s smile of anticipation grew bigger and bigger with each centimeter that her zipper was lowered. Her eyes now shut in anticipation; all she could do was coo in approval. How she ached to be naked and helpless before her captor. She craved the delicious feeling of helplessness that was beginning to wash over her slowly.
Greg let one of his later fingers trail the path of the zipper as each part of new skin was exposed to his teasing touch. As his hand and her zipper made their way down her back to the gentle small just above her behind she let out a sigh. He undid the gentle Velcro of her turtleneck. He let his hand trail all the way back down her exposed back over her ample buns to the hem of her dress and the backs of her exposed thighs. He lightly began to spider tickle the backs of her knees and thighs. His light touch was perfect for tormenting her. He could feel her leg muscles tense in response to his cruel touch. In her heightened state of arousal this area was even more sensitive than usual and her sweet giggles came flowing out freely yet again.
Amanda could feel his hands reaching higher and higher pulling the hem of her dress up along with it. She squirmed playfully out of reflex and giggled to herself. “hehehe You’re so mean!”
“You knew that before you let someone else touch your feet dear. I’m sorry you have to be Punished!” Greg always played his role of wicked Master to perfection.
His hands just kept moving higher and higher teasing her supple smooth skin more and more. There was something about the way that he coldly said the word punish that hit home for Amanda deep within her tingly loins. He could feel her hem being pulled over her firm buns and his hands tracing the outline of her black lace thong panties. The tickly sensations caused her to not only giggle but moan in approval as she was being teased endlessly before her deserved torment. Then out of nowhere…
Smack… Smack… Smack… Greg playfully spanked Amanda for her indiscretion. His playful discipline was just firm enough to give Amanda that delicious sting that she enjoyed from time to time.
Even though she yelped slightly in response to each teasing spank, it gave her a chance to gain control over her breathing. “Awwwwwwwwww, Was I bad Greg?”
“You know you’ve been very bad, Amanda… Now,” Greg rolled over and straddles the backs of her exposed thighs right where they met her firm buns, “you have to be taught a lesson.” He stretched her arms over her head and secured them there with his left hand. He put his face right next to hers. He wanted to be able to feel every flinch, every twitch, hear every whimper, every giggle and observe every reaction that his *ticklish* attention created in his beautiful wife.
As he caught the scent of her delicious perfume again he could not help but lovingly kiss and nibble at her neck and earlobes as he inched her dress higher and higher. He loved the way she sweetly giggled as he made sure he squeezed her hips, teased her svelte stomach, and counted every quivering rib as she laughed helplessly into the mattress. Her writhing under him and the rapid clench/release of her leg muscles against him was only serving to increase the hardness between his legs. Amanda felt so proud of herself.
She could feel him pressed against her firm behind as he leaned over her to move her dress past her shoulders and off of her completely. He held her arms in place as he undid the back clasp of her lace bra and slid it from under her. He let his fingers trail lightly along the sides of her breasts to be met with a gentle moan from beneath him as her butt started to gently grind into him and it felt delicious.
He let his fingers trail a little farther up to the sensitive flesh where bosom met torso. The results were purely amazing. You would think that Amanda had just been electrocuted. The switch from a teasing to a maddening touch was almost too much to take. Amanda began to try in vein to pull her arms down from the death grip of her tormentor. Her head started thrashing from side to side in protest to his devilish caress. When his hand moved up even higher to her smooth shaven hollow her efforts only doubled. She was bucking furiously to get free. She couldn’t stand to have her sensitive armpit touched, let alone tickled freely by wicked spidery fingers.
The bucking of her firm bottom against his throbbing erection was quite satisfying. He loved the sensation of her strong legs kicking and thrashing so hard beneath him. Hearing her full desperate screams of laughter as she let go of all resistance just added logs to his sadistic fire. He loved seeing her when she couldn’t fight anymore. Feeling her tiny form struggling desperately beneath him was all that occupied his deepest fantasies. She began violently thrashing from side to side trying to get away from his evil fingers. To make her plight even worse he started alternating between sensitive hollows and protruding ribs driving her mad unable to predict his ticklish pattern. All she could do was lay there, struggle in futility, and laugh herself silly. The feeling of being Greg’s helpless little slave girl satisfied desires at Amanda’s very core.
“You know… I really hope that pedicure was worth it!”
Amanda hated his cruel teasing. That’s why she loved him with all her heart and soul. After a few more seconds of torment, he finally relented. She finally opened her eyes as she panted up and down taking in much needed air. The tingly sensations of his furious tickling were still lingering under her arms and in her sensitive ribs reminding her of her ticklish plight.
Then she heard it. He was opening the drawer. The drawer with all the terrible goodies she prepared. She couldn’t speak yet. All she could do was inhale deeply and lick her lips in anticipation. Then she heard the jingle of her FAVORITE wrist cuffs. Her moment of triumph had finally arrived. He pulled her arms TIGHTLY behind her back and she could only arch her back in approval.
She hated the subtle moans that she emitted while she was being tied up. The very concept of bondage was a huge turn on for Amanda. The actual process of being held down and forcibly tied was a terrible strain on her poor swelling clit and ever hardening nipples. Suddenly she could feel every wrinkle in the crisp sheets with the firm tips of her breasts, and her throbbing clit ached to be rubbed, teased, and even *tickled* endlessly.
Greg always held her so tightly while he bound her. It made her feel so loved and wanted. She could hear his breathing change. Seeing the black cuffs lashed tightly on his beautiful wife always caused him to slightly loose his breath. She felt so proud of herself. Their cuffs were well padded so he made sure that they were very tight around her small wrists. Having her wrists secured he felt there was a small field test in order.
“Honey, try and get out!”
“Okayyyy..’ Her consent was cut off by violent squeezing of her hips. The sadistic side of Greg even liked the way her shoulder muscles flared as she desperately wiggled in response to his merciless tickling with her tiny arms pulled so tightly behind her back. She was left so defenseless.
Amanda was so unselfish; she didn’t hold back the desperate laughter that fed the monster deep within him. She just threw her head back and let out the terrible feelings he was creating within her at the very top of her lungs. Her screaming was such music to his ears. He couldn’t help but rub himself even more suggestively against her cute behind as he could feel her muscles tensing and relaxing in rapid fire succession.
Satisfied that she was not going anywhere, Greg set about his final business: removing those sexy thong panties. He was not shy. He let his fingers cruelly tease the front of her already churning hips. She could only moan in approval as she fought for her precious air. Her body betrayed her excitement only aiding in her exposure. He wasted no time in pulling them down past her knees and over her sexy heels. He cast them aside and gingerly got up off of the bed. He stood next to the bed admiring how beautiful she looked. She was bound, helpless, and wanted nothing in the world more than for him to indulge himself in his deepest darkest fantasies. The more she suffered, the more she loved every second.
He let her wonder in silence as he took off his cufflinks. He rolled up his French sleeves. He took off his tie and loosened his top buttons. It was always such a pleasure to teach his little house secretary a lesson she so richly enjoyed.
He made sure to let her hear the sound of the drawer open and close as he retrieved his leather straps. He had been thinking about having her defenseless in this position all day long. He had every malicious detail worked out in his mind. He could feel the liquid excitement coursing through his veins as he walked to the foot of the bed.
Amanda’s curiosity turned to a slight twinge of delicious fear as she heard him walking deliberately. Amanda knew full well where he would start. Part of her began to regret her naughty little idea, but in large part she hoped he would be completely and utterly ruthless in her much deserved punishment.
The conflict within her played itself out with the moistening of her womanhood and the further arousal of her sensitive breasts. The tingling between her legs was already unbearable and her swollen clit pulsed with every beat of her heart. When she felt his strong hands take hold of her slim ankles and drag them to the foot of the bed she let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully she did not have a say in the matter. Greg was going to torture her to his hearts content no matter how much she screamed, laughed, or begged. Strangely that gave her the deepest sense of warmth, comfort and safety.
“Any last words, sweety?”
Amanda just giggled at his little questions. He was intent on reminding her of her helplessness at every turn and it made her feel so warm inside. “Yeh, I have a little itch on my left foot, can you help me with that?” Even now Amanda liked throwing things back in his face lovingly.
Greg could only laugh in response to her provocation. Sometimes he thought she really enjoyed this even more than he did. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it. Let me just get you settled in here.” With that he began to wrap the warm leather around her ankles tightly. The sight of her sexy heels pressed together sent even more chills up Greg’s spine. As Amanda became more and more helpless the both of them became more desperately aroused. Greg lashed her ankles to the bed railing. There was no way that she could move her cute little feet away from him now.
Amanda was lost in her own little world. Being tied like this was almost orgasmic in itself. She thought this was the final position of her torment but she was so wrong. She felt Greg take full possession of her torso as he pulled her back resting on her calves. He put his hand under her quivering torso and brought her back to his chest so that he could further bind her legs in place. She could barely breathe and any words escaped her. She could only moan helplessly as she was manhandled. His strong insistence on her every movement only made her more dizzy with arousal. He let his hand rest cupping her breast as he secured her smooth thighs to her tone calves with yet more leather straps. He wanted her on her knees for this. He wedged a pillow between her bound knees so that no matter how much she tried she could not close her legs.
He put another pillow down for her to rest her delicate face on as he guided her roughly back to the bed. The subtle danger of the position suddenly struck home for Amanda. He hands were tied securely behind her back. She was bent over forcibly with no way of getting off her knees. The final length of leather was wrapped around her elbows and under her hamstrings trapping her completely. She was a helpless *ticklish* little ball.
Amanda’s feet, her delicate womanhood, and quivering bottom made inviting targets as Greg pulled up a chair for his evil work (and there was still nothing that she could do to protect the rest of her naked form.) To put the final nail in her bondage coffin Greg placed her favorite blindfold over her eyes. Usually she could not bear to watch her torture but something about being DENIED the ability to see only added to the sense of helplessness thundering deep down in her pulsing loins.
He retrieved the last of his toys from their drawer and set himself down at the foot of the bed. He just started tapping his fingers lightly and nonchalantly over the tops of her black high heels. “So…My *ticklish* little slave girl thought it would be a good idea to go out and get a pedicure…”
The final moments of sanity were always the most entertaining for Amanda. In her final act of teasing she gave the best answer that she could. “Wellllllll, it seemed like a good idea at the time.” She giggled nervously. Greg just found this so cute.
Then without warning he tore off her shoes and placed them on either side of her. He always relished the sight of her former protection right next to her as she was lost in her sea of giggles and screams.
He let the quill end of his long stiff feather begin its work on her soft sensitive soles. In her state this was unbearable. She had been teased for hours on end, and alcohol didn’t help. She could feel ever molecule on the tip of the cruel feather as it made its way over her desperately squirming feet. Her laughter came from her very core as the sharp tickly sensations kept shooting up the backs of her legs thundering home in her smoldering womanhood. How “unladylike” to get off on such treatment….
Greg loved to watch her feet wiggle and try in vein to protect one another, but now was not the time. She needed to suffer. He grasped both of her big toes with his hand and held them thrashing against his torturous feather. After years of tormenting his poor wife Greg had developed the ability to almost exist in two separate worlds.
The one world was ruled by his feverish arousal. He let the warm sensations wash through his body relishing in the delicious torment that he was causing. Just the look of the black leather against her lightly tanned skin was enough to make him dizzy. Her desperate laughter and screaming that left her unable to speak was a wonderful soundtrack to his burning passions. He loved this position so, because he could see every muscle tense and strain against her stringent bondage. The thing that intoxicated him the most was the view. He could see her firm ass, puckering sphincter, glistening quivering pussy and hardening clit twitch between her firm thighs as she struggled in vein against his mindless torture. Seeing how aroused she became from his cruelty only served to embolden him to push her further and further to ecstatic hysteria. In this world he was conscious of the desperate throbbing mounting in his pants that needed desperately to be satisfied deep within her slippery perfection.
The other world was ruled by the musings of his sadistic mind. He only focused on the quivering ticklish flesh he was tormenting. It was a world of cruel calculation. He followed every movement, every twitch, and every squirm. He only heard her laughter in this world to analyze change in pitch or volume to signify a sensitive hot bed of nerves. This was the world that kept Amanda in a constant state of fear, desperation, panic, torturously *ticklish* agony, and unbridled lust.
He let his evil quill trail random patters of precision over her writhing soles. He never wanted Amanda to be able to get used to being tickled in one area too long. He would dart from a soft arch, to a quaking instep. He would tease her pink heels and the sensitive sides of her feet at the same time. He would trace long delicious lines up and down the length of her soles only to trace figure eights at the very center. Each time he would switch to a new spot he was rewarded with a new squeal of ticklish agony. Even though she managed the occasional plea for mercy, for the most part Amanda was lost in a sea of torment. The unpredictability of the sharp quill only made the sensations all the more maddening.
After he finished inspecting every one of her *ticklish* toes with the quill he ceased to give her a small rest. She was nearly breathless from her insane feather torment. He used this little time to tightly tie her big toes together with string and down to the bed railing. After all, he was going to need both hands for a proper punishment.
Amanda sucked in as much air as she could as quickly as she could. The thing she loved so much about Greg was that he never gave her too long to recover. He had learned brilliantly how to keep her constantly off balance and in a general state of sensual panic. It warmed her heart that he TRULY loved nothing more than to torture her into oblivion. As she felt her tied toes being secured to the bed railing she knew she was done for. Her poor feet, they were so *ticklish* and now completely helpless-just as she liked them. A warm smile of contentment crept across her face buried into the pillow as Greg resumed his cold verbal teasing.
“Does it still seem like such a good idea Amanda?”
Amanda turned her head and screamed at the very top of her lungs,
“Yessssssssssssssssshahahahahahaha” The vicious scribbling of Greg’s fingers interrupted her invitation.
The two evil Greg’s at the base of the bed dually enjoyed the delicious juices running down her thighs and how still her feet were held in their cruel bondage. The warm musky scent of her growing arousal only drove Greg to torture her sensitive feet even more. When he didn’t think she was laughing or screaming loud enough he would just use his well honed fingernails to amplify her delicious plight. Greg was fixed on how desperately her toes reacted to his touch. They would clench into fists, flex wide apart, and wiggle furiously. It was a seductive dance only inviting him to tickle them more and more as his wife began slowly loosing shreds of her precious sanity.
Amanda was in a blissful hell she could barely describe. The dual aspect of her merciless torture and hearing the desperate arousal her erotic thrashing was causing in her husband did nothing to stop her aching nipples from hardening and hardening. She feared that if they weren’t nibbled and suckled soon that they would just explode. For now she would have to be content with fighting the torturous sensations shooting from the tips of her toes up the backs of her legs, and letting the crisp sheets attend to endlessly teasing her painfully erect nipples as her entire body thrashed wildly on their sacred bed in response to her husbands cold ruthless treatment.
From the base of her ticklish toes, to her quivering insteps, wrinkly arches, and the very sensitive centers of her feet Greg left no spot untouched. Over the years he had learned just the way to mistreat his poor wife’s terribly *ticklish* feet. He put her through her paces for little over half an hour with only slight breaks.
Amanda was breathless. Greg gave her time as she tried to force as much air into her strained lungs as possible. She knew that his next attack could come at ANY minute. She felt him crawl onto the bed next to her and felt his warm breath teasing up her neck. She felt him lovingly kiss her on the neck and it soothed the tension that he built within her slightly. The deadly duality of his sadism and sensuality was so unfair. You can’t be cruel and cute in the same person.
He warmly brushed the hair from her sweaty face that was still half dug into the pillow that she had been screaming into. She felt his warm breath against her ear as he began a slow calm whisper as he lovingly caressed the perspiration sprinkled across her torso. “You know honey, I could have pampered those perfect feet if you wanted me to.”
Amanda couldn’t help but smile at him “haha, I think you are doing a pretty good job!” Her playful tease was met with a slight probe to her ribs.
“No I’m serious,” his tone had an eerie hint of evil that she just found irresistible, “I even took the time to learn a new home remedy to make your feet even lot Softer! Did you know that yogurt can be therapeutic to the skin Amanda?”
“Fuck…” she swore sweetly under her breath. It usually gets REALLY bad when he gets creative. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her as he returned to the base of the bed.
She could hear the lid being taken off another cup of strawberry yogurt. The implications were endless, but even she didn’t expect what came next.
“See how professional I am AMANDA. Most guys would just rub it in with their hands. I have this professional application brush…” The words hit home with no further explanation.
Greg was really proud of himself now. With just a toothbrush and a cup of yogurt he was a true tickle-torture artist. He let the head of the toothbrush swirl around in the yogurt making sure to lather it thoroughly. The stiff bristles on her soft wrinkly skin would have been enough to send her into orbit but the chilly slithery yogurt just took everything to a new level. After desperate screams to the first touch of the cruel APPLICATION BRUSH and devilish substance she just descended into sweet silent laugher. Greg literally marveled at how literally every muscle in her body was twitching in sweet response to his home remedy. Seeing her desperate reactions let the warm sensation of omnipotence take hold of him completely. The smaller toothbrush was very good at getting between her toes as well which was an added bonus. He made sure to scrub the yogurt nicely into her pores…
After both feet were thoroughly lathered with yogurt Amanda finally regained a little bit of her sanity. She had yet to feel anything that intense on her feet before. This was proving to be a very interesting week and it had only just begun. She had to quietly admit to herself how innovative her husband was becoming under her masochistic tutelage. She felt her husband climbing next to her again to whisper more cruel nothings in her ear. She knew how much it excited him to survey his prize in the form of her composure being forcibly torn from her so that he could wear it as a badge of honor.
“How was that sweety?” Greg again returned to lovingly stroking his hands through her long jet black hair as his words caressed her ear.
Amanda just got the goofiest grin on her face as her chest heaved up and down beneath her. Greg could hear the sheer joy in her response “Ohhh it was… terrible!” Her excitement and huge smile of contentment were the only clues that he needed to learn the context of her response. Her ever moistening mound was a welcome clue as well.
“You know, I am really supposed to leave it on for about an hour or so, but since you have already HAD a pedicure today I guess that I can give you a break…”
Just as she raises her head to thank him he revealed his true intent. “Besides, your feet look so Delicious right now!” Greg’s words were like Ice. She just hid her face into her pillow again as his plans became transparent. The only thought in her mind was when she was putting that lotion on her feet earlier. It was this bad because she wanted it to be, and she loved Greg for making it worse than she ever imagined.
The thought of his lips and teeth on her poor feet both terrified her and sent her hips into lewd gyrations. She knew that she was building closer and closer to a volcanic eruption and feeling his warm tongue tormenting her cute toes and suckling them might be just what she needed to come to a crashing head… for the first time tonight anyway.
Greg took in the sight of her perfect soles covered in his favorite desert and it was finally time for him to indulge. He let his rough tongue touch gently in the center of her right foot and stay there. He wanted the anticipation to build until it was unbearable for his poor helpless wife. He wanted her to suffer for every single second that she was bound before him, mind, soul, and most definitely her sensitive body.
She was caught completely off guard by his loving caress up her taught hamstrings. Even though Greg’s strong hands weren’t intentionally tickling her, the tingly sensations between her legs had spilled to her inner thighs and his touch was truly maddening. Her body was in a deep conflict over how to move away from his touch and make sure that his pressure was increased. It was a deadly cycle that she truly loved to be trapped in. Her lust built closer and closer to a white fire as his knowing hands went higher and higher up her yearning thighs. Amanda tried as she could to wedge her legs further apart and welcome his satisfying caress. The resistance of the tight leather against her smooth skin and straining muscles was truly intoxicating. She could barley function in the world of the living as she was dizzy with arousal.
This whole time Greg’s tongue had been still in place but no longer. As he could see her hips lewdly beginning to grind searching for his hand that was his cue to begin his torturous tongue lashing. His only aim in life was to reassert the fact that Amanda’s perfect feet were his and his alone to play with, pamper, and torture as he saw fit. Her intentional transgression having given rise to this delicious opportunity warmed his heart. This is why he loved her so much, she was so unselfish.
Amanda felt Greg’s rough tongue begin its slow evil journey over her sensitive bound feet, but she felt it more behind her swollen clit. It was as if there were two tongues tormenting her right now with the mirrored sensation and she never wanted it to end. She giggled, moaned, and lost her breath in a vicious cycle of emotions. All her words had been lost in a sea of desperate lust. She just sat there in silence praying for the release of the desperate burning that was building in her stomach, thighs and loins.
Greg knew full well what his tongue did to Amanda’s poor feet. It was roughly one part tickle, one part orgasmic bliss. He enjoyed the duality of her sensations and RESPONSES. Greg loved watching her feet arch painfully inviting his caress only to scrunch up as his tongue changed speeds. It sent chills through him. Hearing her desperate moans of pleasure mixed with her delicious giggles accentuated by her erotic squirming was driving him closer and closer to his first trip to a land of bliss.
He licked every crevice of her right foot clean with his tongue. He took pleasure in a subtle delay as his hands made their way to teasing her wet swollen lips. She let out a deep sigh of approval at the welcome touch. She strained as hard as she could to increase the pressure against her desperate genitals. The resistance of the tight leather again brought her delicious frustration that only built her desire hotter and hotter. She could feel every circle of every fingerprint as her loins were coldly tormented. Just as she began to be lost in a see of blissful sensation the maddening tongue went back to work on her defenseless left foot.
With the malicious teasing of her lips the treatment of her feet took a much more erotic effect. Greg could sense the shift in his soundtrack to more moaning than giggling as expected. That is why God invented teeth. Her desperate moaning was interrupted with by a sudden squeal of laughter as his teeth made contact with her sensitive toes. They wiggled in the warmth of his mouth as his cruel teeth rubbed gently against them sending electric ticklish sensations crashing into Amanda’s brain. When she began laughing freely instead of moaning Greg granted her swollen clit a preview of his evil intentions.
Just the tip of his finger on her hyper-sensitive clit sent shivers through every fiber of Amanda’s ticklish form. She couldn’t take much more of that. She had been building to this orgasm since the first playful tickles when Greg First arrived. Her painful swollen nipples were rubbing furiously against the crisp sheets. She so longed for him to roll and pinch them between his strong fingers. As every second passed with his evil teeth and ticklish tongue lapping up the delicious yogurt, Amanda’s clit received more and more intermittent attention.
Finally the last visible drop of yogurt was gone from her sensitive feet. Greg’s evil adventure came to an explosive end as he gave both feet a final tongue raking that made Amanda Quiver in sheer delight and her clit pulsed even more from his devilish attentions.
Now his tongue had a new target. He let his tongue start up the back of her thighs as his hands still cruelly teased her yielding womanhood. Amanda held her breath as she could feel the muscles in her sensitive behind begin to tighten in anticipation and the greasy feeling in her stomach got more and more intense as his tongue traced higher and higher savoring every drop of her perfect juices that he had forced from her quivering perfection. As his tongue reached the very bottom of her womanhood and his lips began to meet with her second pair, knowing hands found new areas to tease.
He let his mouth engulf her glistening opening. He felt hew squirm deliciously into him begging for her swollen clitoris to be individually devoured. Her breath caught in her throat as Greg’s hands began to firmly squeeze and massage her perfect breasts. There was nothing she could do to stop his torment, or end his teasing and both of them relished that dangerous fact.
Greg’s fingers began to trace devilish circles around perforated areolas. Amanda was so close to the bliss that she craved but neither her sensitive nipples nor her begging clit were being stimulated in the way she needed. That is what she loved so much about Greg. He knew how to go right past what she thought she wanted and give her what she truly needed.
The 30 seconds of torment might as well been 30 years in Amanda’s condition. Then finally Greg set about pushing her over the edge she was dangling on. Her entire torso trembled with the firm tumbling and gentle pinching of her rigid nipples between his strong fingers. She could feel every dimple and crevice in Greg’s tongue as it slowly and intensely devoured her clit. He licked slowly and maddeningly from the base of her clit to the very tip, over and over and over again. Her entire lower body shook violently with the intense caress of his knowing tongue. Behind her blindfold Amanda could see fireworks shooting in the back of her eyes as his ruthless tongue tormented her swollen clitoris.
Greg wished deeply that Amanda could see the evil leer in his eyes just listening to her desperate earthy moans while he pleasured her. He owned all of her. He controlled her every sensation, emotion, and all that encompassed her bound world. That is why she loved him so much. The sense of control that he had over her grew with every twitch of her muscle, every moan, every deep sigh, and every delicious tremble that rocked her body on her way to oblivion.
The moment had finally arrived. The building deep within her was too much to bear anymore with his tongue working endlessly on her swollen clit. She ground her hips as much as her Tight Bondage would allow trying in vein to increase the pressure against her as she began to beg desperately for release.
“Please Let me cum master….” It was such a simple request. The very words solidified the power that Greg had over her. Not just yet. She had to suffer.
Her pleas going unanswered only served to arouse her further if even possible. Her moans of frustration were the music that Greg lived for. He loved feeling her sweet essence running down the sides of his face as he pleased her from behind. He lightly increased the pressure against her swollen clit with his tongue and wrapped his lips around it as he began to gently suck on it. This was maddening. He was giving her everything that she needed to explode except for his required permission. She was going to be taught a lesson she would never forget.
Her level of desperation was at a fever pace. She needed to cum worse than anything. “Please Please master ohohohohohoh Please Let me Cum Please.” Her sweet begging always had a way of melting his heart. Greg gave her the signal for consent they had for when his mouth was BUSY. He gently but firmly pinched both nipples continually and unmistakably. The delicious pressure sent her crashing over the edge along with an even more deliberate sucking on her quivering clitoris.
“Thank you, Thank you ohhhhhhhhh” was all that she could repeat over and over again as the warm waves of pleasure that had been built up within her so much came crashing over her all at once. She was screaming literally at the top of her lungs as a massive orgasm took hold of ever muscle in her body and wouldn’t let go as it shook her body like a little rag doll. Greg’s tongue wasn’t helping either. The entire time that she was squirming deliciously in her stringent bondage, his tongue kept up its maddening caress of her pulsing clit. She asked to cum and that is exactly what he was giving her… until she literally could not take anymore. He was going to force as many waves of pleasure through her bound body as possible.
If it was one long orgasm or several smaller ones Amanda could not say for sure. All she knew was that for ten minutes she left the world that she knew as her body became a pure mass of pleasurable energy that trembled deliciously in time with her evil husbands knowing tongue.
Watching the erotic spectacle before him was all that Greg could take. Hearing her high pitched screams of ecstasy had been the final piece to his arousal. His entire body pulsed along with the hardness between his legs as his wife came down from her first moon shot.
Amanda could neither get the hair out of her face or the smile of delicious contentment from her lips and in her blissful state she was not in a rush to do either. This was a wonderful start to a wonderful weekend. She barely heard Greg get up and go to the bathroom. She almost felt guilty for just releasing all of her most precious honey onto her husband… almost. After all, it was his fault. For some reason, she thought the water was running a lot longer than it would take to clean someone’s face off. She put the thought out of her mind. She was known to be more than a little out of touch with reality right after orgasm and that was no ordinary orgasm. She wanted to bottle some of the sea air and take it home with her if it was going to do THIS to her.
Every muscle in her body still tingled deliciously from her eruption. She could just lay there and bask in her afterglow for hours, but she had the sneaking suspicion that she would not be afforded the opportunity just yet. Strangely enough the notion that her fate was not yet over for the night only started the cycle of arousal all over again. Amanda knew that from here on in it would not take nearly as long for her delicious climax. With a natural born sadist for a husband it was a tantalizingly dangerous position to be in.
She heard him return from the bathroom and sit down back at the foot of the bed. Watching her bound body trying to recover from the full body explosion he had just given her was maddening with his still building excitement. The insides of his sensitive scrotum was beginning to feel warm and tingly was he began to yearn for his own release, only encouraged by his wife’s lewd spectacle.
Strangely she heard him set something down…
“Such a good little slave girl… your punishment is almost over.” The words sent a wave of erotic comfort shooting through her. Words of praise mixed with confirmation that there were still torments to be enjoyed were a deadly combination for a helpless woman in Amanda’s Position.
“Thank you master…” Her breath was returning as she began to feel her second wind.
“There’s just one more thing, but before we get too it I would be fully derelict if I didn’t give these feet a THUROUGH cleaning.” After such a tremendous orgasm that would be nearly fatal. All her nerves were painfully at attention. Even the cool air in the room lightly tickled her feet. The tough bristles of a scrub brush would be out of this world. Still in her own demented mind this only pushed her further towards heaven. Greg could literally hear her smile widening as she let in a long sigh of girlish anticipation. By the sound of things you would think she was just told they had won millions of dollars.
“Yes that would be Verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry unprofessional. hehe Make sure you don’t miss a spot okay Greg…?” She welcomed her torment with open arms. Her enthusiastic participation in his cruel tickle torture games has made Greg dizzy since the first time she was tied, screaming, and begging him NOT to stop *tickling* her.
“Oh don’t worry, I won’t” He could hear Amanda start to giggle approvingly. He knew she couldn’t get enough of his teasing threats. His heart (already putty for his beautiful ticklish wife) melted even further when she arched her feet to make his torturous cleaning easier. A normal person would show her mercy for such help, but Greg knew that the promise of mindless torment was the source of her enthusiasm.
Almost without warning he set about her feet with his evil scrub brush. The warm soapy water let the bristles of the glide effortlessly over her soft ticklish soles. He could see every muscle in her feet tremble from the brushes travels. He made sure to make his pattern as random in speed and location as possible. He didn’t want his poor wife to have a single moment of comfort as he went about cleaning every square inch of her *ticklish* soles.
Amanda was lost. All that she could do was laugh, scream, and thrash endlessly. The touch of the brush was ruthless and she loved it. She fought as hard as she could to keep her feet stretched out making every inch of her soles available for further torment. It got really interesting when he would let the bristles glide over her toes and scrub to get in-between. He truly was SADISTIC, and that’s why she loved him so much. She relished in her mindless screaming and thrashing as much as it thundered home to her once milked loins. It was times like this that Amanda was truly glad of her tight bondage. No matter how much she thrashed, struggled and squirmed for freedom her leather imprisonment kept her right where she belonged… At her evil master’s mercy.
Silent laughter was a constant after orgasm for Amanda and today was no exception. The only regret that she had was that she didn’t have enough air to tell her demented abductor how wonderful her torture was. From her extreme squirming and Thrashing Greg was getting a pretty clear idea though.
Just seeing his wife’s feet bound tightly together was the source of so many quiet day dreams. Seeing them struggle in vein to avoid his ticklish touch was putting him higher and higher on cloud nine. He was comforted by the sweet scent of her renewed excitement as a fresh stream of honey filled his nostrils encouraging his cruelty.
His wife’s poor feet had been thoroughly clean at least five minutes ago but like the true professional Greg was being VERY thorough.
Amanda had been through a lot. Greg knew and understood that. He finally put an end to the mindless scribbling of his scrub brush (however reluctantly). Amanda came down off her breathless high of desperate thrashing. He was greeted by even more warm giggles of approval as her breath slowly returned to her. It was almost a sin to have a wife that enjoyed being tickled this much… almost. Her lungs drank in every bit of oxygen deliciously; she knew she would need it.
He let the rough towel tease her feet slightly but rubbed it firmly to make it much more of a massage as he dried her perfect feet off. After they were dry he firmly massaged lotion all over them lovingly. She cooed softly in approval. The subtle respite was accepted gladly as her breathing returned closer to normal, although she feared/delighted that it would never fully return there on this night.
“Thank you… for cleaning my feet honey…. That was… AMAZING!” Greg could almost hear the “cat that ate the canary” look on Amanda’s face. As time progressed and even her most subtle inhibitions faded in the wake of her thunderous orgasms, her truest masochistic nature always came bubbling to the surface. The more torturous and sadistic he made the activity, the greater the euphoric sensation of gratitude that she expressed. Greg honestly believed that if she could, she would get up and help him torture her just as enthusiastically as he would himself. That’s why he loved her so much.
“You’re quite welcome…” His subtle remark was punctuated by the unexpected stiff pointed feather making its way up Amanda’s inner thighs. The unexpected caress caught her again completely off guard. As her legs began shaking furiously and her fit of giggles consuming her entirely again she couldn’t help but be impressed by Greg’s effort to try new things.
The feather had a destination she knew all too well. She was still so sensitive from her last crashing climax. Honestly she hoped that the sweet caress of the feather would be as unbearable as possible. What a disturbed little girl… She invitingly wiggled her bald glistening mound as much as her bonds would allow.
Her giggles were once again mixed with sweet moans of desire as the feather made first contact with the hyper sensitive slick folds of skin around her freshly swollen clit. Greg just looked on in amazement as his wife’s lewd dance began again. Her delicious muscles were straining against her tight bondage to gain even the slightest ounce of pressure against his stiff feather.
Amanda’s body was more in a state of shock than anything else. She had never been tickled THERE after she had climaxed before. Her husband just sat back and stared with a coldly sadistic grin on his face thoroughly enjoying how her trim body was working out the new sensation. As the feather edged closer and closer to her waiting clit she literally alternated between sensations. There was desperate screaming and thrashing from the hyper-ticklishness but there were also the delicious shudders of having that special part of her body shown such diabolical attention. What delicious duality…
Greg relished the fact that she had no idea what he was doing. He wished that he could let her walk around in his mind for a day just so she would understand never to get too comfortable. She could only keep repeating a series of Oh God’s in the middle of her hysterical laughter and earthy moaning. Silly girl, doesn’t she know he can’t help her now. It was just her and him alone where there was no one that could help her. Just as they both liked it.
“Does that feeeeeeeeeeeeel good Amanda?” Greg always loved adding to her plight.
“mmmmmmmmmmm NOOOOOOOOmmmmmmm!” Amanda truly enjoyed making her plight worse as well.
“Okay, how about this?” As the stiff point of the feather began cruelly teasing Amanda’s swollen clitoris she began to scream from deep within her. There was no way she could intelligibly respond. The reverberations of her desperate cries of ecstasy almost scared the both of them. Of course this only encouraged Greg to make sure that every pass of the feather was as maddeningly slow as possible.
Amanda was convinced that her LOVING husband intended to drive her quite mad forcing her to feel every tickly tendril of the malicious feather. She strained as hard as she could to part her bound legs to assist in any way that she could. She could neither laugh loud enough to express the tickly sensations or moan loud enough to express the fire burning within her gyrating hips. The only two things that she were sure of were that she never wanted this torment to end, and that she was becoming more and more desperate for a second release of the pressure building between her legs and flat tummy. The tingling sensation was deliciously driving her insane and it was shooting all the way down to her twitching and clinching toes.
“Hahahahaha oohhhh please master please let me cum again, please.” She was already desperate. So of course her master’s HEART went out to her.
“Of course sweety, you are ALLOWED to cum again!” Then he did the unthinkable. He punctuated the word allowed with a second feather, delicately teasing her exposed puckered asshole.
The results were catastrophic. He had never seen her thrash so hard in her bondage before. It was really quite a sight. She went instantly into silent laughter. Greg had never been more proud of himself. Ever since the beginning of their marriage there was a rule. To help her learn to cum on command once given permission there was a 30 second rule. She had to cum in 30 seconds or there would be a terrible penalty that he could choose of his own creativity. That terrified Amanda to no end. The very thought made her hope she didn’t make it.
Her puckered orifice contracted and expanded rapidly as he lazily twirled the feather against it. She was absolutely trapped and could not get away from him. He had teased her here shortly from time to time but never this long and never while tickling her swollen clit after orgasm. He had been dreaming about having his poor wife in this position ALL DAY LONG.
Her silent laughter was broken at the sound of his menacing reminder “15 seconds sweety, you are going to be sorry.” Both of them knew that there was no chance, even as aroused as she was, that she could climax with the evil feather doing its work. The dueling sensation just served to drive her past the point of general arousal to a sensory overload that she welcomed with open arms and endless screaming.
“uhhhhh ohhhh, too late. You haven’t done that in a long long time sweety. I really missed our correction sessions.” His words hit in her like hammers. She was actually disappointed that she hadn’t been kept in the sweet limbo between heaven and hell longer. She just lay there breathing deeply as he crawled up onto the bed. His familiar kissed on her sweaty cheek as he pushed past her matted hair.
“I hate you…” was all that she could muster with a strangely content smile on her face.
“Awww, thank you honey!” He gently kissed her on the forehead. Greg had known Amanda long enough to know that her mock hatred was a deep compliment. Watching her bound form rise and fall in her black leather restraints was all he could take. It was finally time for his satisfaction and Amanda knew it by the burning look in his eyes. Greg could barely get over the silly grin and look of anxious anticipation in her face.
“Now, I’ll let you choose how you are PUNISHED for taking too long to cum!” Something about the way he emphasized that word always made her heart flutter. How can you feel afraid and safe at the same time? “Would you rather I kept tickling your clit with a feather, or would you rather I keep tickling your feet.”
She had a mock look of bewilderment. She hated having to choose her own demise. She loved Greg for putting her in such no win situations. She buried her face in the pillow at the first thought that came to her mind. It was so Sick it was so Twisted it was so DELICIOUS.
“I already know the answer honey.” He sounded so caring as he stroked the long locks of her hair. “I just want to hear you say it. I want to hear you admit it with your own lips so that as bad is it gets, you know you chose it.”
His words carried such a loving coldness. She could only share with him the truth. It was a single word, “BOTH!”
“See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He took the opportunity to squeeze her trapped hips for good measure.
“Yesssssssssss!” With that she heard him finally unbuckle his pants. She couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation. She didn’t know how this was going to turn out. The mystery of it all was like a fine wine that she would never run out of thirst for.
“Not as hard as this!” She couldn’t help but giggle at his well placed pun. She could feel him shift off the bed and stand behind her. She knew that he didn’t take his pants OFF, he just slid them down. He really liked to look as professional as possible while he was mindlessly tormenting his life’s greatest love. It always gave Amanda the sweet feeling of a naughty secretary being detained after work for some miscellaneous typing error, but that was another game for another time.
She felt one hand gently caressing her hips and then felt something. It was completely unexpected and made Amanda terrified to no end. She felt her purse fall onto the bed next to her. She prayed to God that he hadn’t found it. She hid it. She thought she left it in the kitchen. He hadn’t left the room. Her mind was racing. Just as he felt the tip of his manhood teasing her slick folds of skin she felt the back of her knobby hairbrush gently caress her back and seal her fate.
“Look what I found Amanda. This is what I am going to use on those freshly washed feet of yours.” He waited for the tremor of fear to set in fully before he entered her. He felt her inhale deeply as he pressed deeply inside of her. She let out a moan of great approval as he made his first soft push to her very depth. Greg was just slightly touching the secret spot deep within her.
Amanda’s mind was ablaze. She wouldn’t be able to take this. It would be too much. It would be torture. She couldn’t wait for it to start. What a disturbed little girl. It was all comforted by the full length of her lover within her. For some reason their closeness always made her feel safe no matter what evil scheme he was perpetrating against her.
“Please no, not this, Please master I won’t be able to take it. Not the hairbrush” Very rarely did Amanda beg for Greg not to do something. He enjoyed the rarity immensely.
“Remember pet, YOU CHOSE THIS.” Even Greg’s voice was quivering in their union. Amanda’s only ray of hope was how close to orgasm her master already was.
She felt the stiff feather running up the tops of her sensitive thighs as her master gently began to slide back out of her and she let out a desperate sigh. The sensations were mixing into another critical mass. With a voice weakened by arousal she uttered the four words that Greg lived for “You’re so FUCKING Sadistic!!!!” Her emphasis only added to his feeling of omnipotence over her at that very moment.
“Thank you pet.” With that he brought the feather back to her swollen clit and her erotic dance for her cruel master began again. This time every subtle nudge, squirm, flinch or quiver would slide her up and down the length of her master’s manhood. He was using her as a human vibrator and she loved every second of it.
The electric tickly sensations of her clit went deep into her sea of lust. Only ever so often did her giggles overpower the desperate moans that she was emitting as audible affirmation of her master’s superiority. Her body betrayed her yet again. With his hand reached under her she strained harder so that she could make it as easy as possible for the feather to drive her closer and closer to the edge.
Her master was beyond words. He could feel every crevice of her slippery opening. Even the slightest motion of his ticklish little slave girl sent the most electric tickly sensations through his quivering member right into his aching balls. Her moans of ecstasy were arousing but Greg was thoroughly sexually addicted to her desperate screaming laughter.
Just then he reached under him with the hairbrush. The first peals of Amanda’s hysteria just washed over Greg like a cool shower of intense pleasure. Her screams of laughter as he raked the tiny balls of the hair brush up and down her terribly *ticklish* soles that had already recieved SO MUCH attention were like a waterfall. He could feel every fiber in her being trying desperately to get away from his ruthless caress of her feet with her OWN HAIRBRUSH. She was suffering. She was suffering for him. That was the only thought that was allowed to enter into his mind. Feeling her delicious wetness sliding and grinding up against him in a fit of hysterical lust was beyond intoxicating. He closed his eyes and deeply awaited the final moment when all the build up would be released.
Amanda was in a heaven she had never known before. She had everything she wanted. Her hard nipples were being cruelly stimulated by their crisp bedding sending shock after shock of joy to her very core. Her poor clit was being tickled and teased within an inch of its life by a long stiff feather held torturously by the man she loved more than anything. Deep within her she could feel every pulse of her master’s pleasure and she felt as though they were truly one being. She loved him so much. Her emotions spilled onto her pillow in the form of tears born from the purest joy she had ever known.
The best part was what Greg was doing to her trapped feet. She loved the way the leather held her ankles firmly where they belonged. She loved the unyielding string keeping her soles taught so that every inch of them could be thoroughly explored by every demented ball of her own hairbrush that she actively hides from her cruel master. The mindless tickle torture mixed with her pure erotic lust gave her the complete sense of helplessness that she craved so desperately. She could feel the 18 year old version of herself watching with aroused applause at her current predicament. She relished the fact that with the cruel treatment of her poor feet that there was absolutely no hope of her being able to cum.
The maniacal thrashing was terrific for Greg. He craved more of it. The hairbrush was pressed harder and harder into her tortured soles making sure that every muscle was straining as much as possible against her tight bondage just as he was straining as hard as he could to roam deeper and deeper inside his deepest love.
Finally the tickly sensations in his balls could be contained no longer. He thrust himself as deeply as he could and he felt every muscle in his midsection contract to prepare for the upcoming waves of pleasure. He could only manage four words as his excitement took full hold over him. “Cummmm for me AMANDAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Greg let out a scream that even he could not believe. It felt as though all the liquid in his entire body was being furiously pumped out of him all at once. Every violent spasm forcing more and more fluid out and causing him to collapse more and more into his lover. He had NEVER felt this powerful nor had he EVER had an orgasm that shook every muscle in his being like THAT before.
At that very moment he took the evil hairbrush from Amanda’s trapped soles and let the stiff edge of the feather trail slowly over the very tip of her engorged clitoris. That alone would do it, but the spasms deep within her from her master right up against her secret spot mixed strangely with everything else that was going on. It was instantaneous. She knew that it was an orgasm; it was just different than any she had ever had, just as her screams were of an octave foreign to both of them. Greg was so proud of himself.
Greg had never seen her convulse like this from an orgasm. She was furiously shaking her head from side to side. He could feel her leg muscles twitching beneath him to let him know she was opening and closing her toes as fast as possible. Her torso was shaking from side to side. She was doing all that she could to deal with the volcanic spasms between her legs. Neither Greg’s still spasming manhood nor the feather he was still evilly trailing along her violently pulsing clit were helping her win her battle with the new sensations. As Greg recovered from his massive orgasm he was greatly enraptured by her flailing hair and high pitched squeals of delight. He took such sadistic pleasure in prolonging her torment in such situations. That’s why Amanda loved him so much. He could hardly bear the tickly sensations of her gyrations. He nobly withdrew as he cruelly forced every spasm that he possibly could out of his poor slave girl.
More than five minutes later Amanda was finally coming down off of her second high, no thanks to her sadistic husband. Even though she felt like she had just cum all the life out of her, the tingly tickly sensations still deliciously lingered between her legs. She wanted desperately to be able to rub up against something to make them dissipate, but the implications were too terrible to contemplate. At current she was content to rest tiredly and enjoy her tears of joy at her new peak of excitement. This was a wonderful beginning to what would hopefully be a VERY long week for her.
Greg just slumped down next to her and hugged her tightly. Neither of them could do all that much for the next few minutes. They just sat their in blissful silence. Greg held her as tight as he possibly could. She was his perfect tickle slave and he was her perfect tickle master. They didn’t need any words to express that. They just had to listen to each other’s elevated pulse and shallow breathing to know everything that was important right now.
About ten minutes later each had recovered enough from their afterglow to be able to interact with the other again. Greg retrieved the two water bottles that he had placed at the foot of the bed and out of sight. He lovingly made brought the open end of Amanda’s water to her parched lips. She looked so beautiful. After they had both finished their water Greg made sure that his little slave girl was alright.
“Are you okay?” Greg asked with genuine concern. He could only imagine what must be going on in that head of hers.
“Nooooo, you’re so evil!” Her familiar teasing tone and warm smile returning let Greg know that all was well with Amanda. Truth be told, things were a little bit more than well to be specific.
Greg just leaned in and nibbled on her ears and kissed her neck. She was comforted by his warm attention. It was a welcome rest to his evil torture. She just let all her emotions go. She just breathed deeply and enjoyed her well earned massage. She let her tears of joy be openly seen. It was such a privilege to have a husband who understood her deepest desires so well. She just lay there still bound and enjoy the deep massage that she was getting from her now loving husband.
Every now and then he would give her a playful tickle just to make sure she didn’t fall asleep. Even though her body had been through a hell she never imagined, sleep was the last thing on her mind. She was far too wired and knew she would require lots of cuddling.
Greg worked lovingly to work every bit of tension or soreness from her muscles. He couldn’t understand how she eroticized being bound so tightly. He never bothered to question it much-hahaha. Still he knew that it was what she loved more than anything. He loved nothing more than satisfying that sensual need for her.
For Amanda being UNTIED was always the hardest part of her bondage experience. She had to say goodbye to the sweet helplessness that she wrapped herself in like a warm blanket. The only thing that comforted her was the surety of her husband’s tight embrace. Still she was a little disappointed as she felt the straps holding her ankles being loosened and the string around her poor toes being untied. She took the opportunity to freely wiggle and flex her feet that had suffered so much. It felt good to feel the cool air kiss them while her toes wiggled with new found freedom. Greg already missed the sight of her cute feet bound so TIGHTLY together.
One by one the straps holding her calves, thighs and wrists were taken away and cast aside. Finally Greg took off her blindfold. He could look into Amanda’s piercing hazel eyes again. She stretched her tight body out to regain all of her lost motion. Her naked form laying face down was a sight to behold for Greg. She folded her arms delicately under her head on her pillow and could barely move. He just straddled the backs of her legs and continued her gentle massage. Just surveying her bare smooth skin still sent chills up Greg’s very core. She was so beautiful. He loved her so much. His emotion welled up in his chest.
He leaned down to finally take her lips into his. He laid his head next to hers and wrapped his arms around her still quivering body. She met his lips eagerly with hers. She was almost perfectly content as she lost herself deep in their passionate bond.
Still there was something in the back of her mind. Did he forget? It wasn’t like him to forget something like that. She tried to put it out of her mind as his fingers began to gently stroke through her hair.
As always he let a free hand trail up her delicate navel and she yelped into the back of his throat. Her subtle jump made him feel so alive. She broke mockingly away from him. “You’re so unfair!” Even in the face of her usual teasing Greg had an almost disturbing look on his face.
It was his usual loving gaze that made her feel so beautiful inside but there was something ELSE. Greg was HIDING something. “You’re so amazing Amanda. I love you so much. I have a surprise for you.’
She didn’t like the gleam in his eyes one bit. It all made sense to her now. There was something that hadn’t made since from the very beginning. She would have heard the garage door open and shut from their bedroom even if she was busy getting ready. He didn’t arrive while she was getting dressed… he was ALREADY THERE.
Amanda always got a little erotically scared when she and Greg played. That was part of the thrill for her. She had never really been afraid of him though. That is until the slightest bit at this very moment as his evil leer made her feel deliciously uncomfortable.
She looked at him quizzically. “Wh …What’s that Greg…?” She was so cute when she was nervous. Greg hadn’t seen her like this since the first time that he had handcuffed her to his bed in his tiny apartment. She was so sweet.
He leaned in and in a thunderous whisper said calmly, “I finished the chair!” Amanda’s eyes went wide. She was now thoroughly intrigued. THE CHAIR had always been a fantasy of hers. She never thought that she would be able to experience it. Greg always mocked her that he was secretly building it. She never really believed him. She could feel the excitement pounding in her temples again. Her nipples were returning to their rigid peaks and the greasy feeling between her loins was coming back full force.
She couldn’t tear herself away from staring at Greg as he walked over to his individual closet. She could only hope that he was kidding as he disappeared inside. As he emerged he carried it. It was a big sturdy contraption. It looked invitingly like an electric chair with the leather straps draping off the side. The cushioning was well done from where she could see. The legs were very tall so that her poor feet would be dangling helplessly. She gently nibbled her fingernail in further excitement. He set it down with a loud thud. She knew that when she was strapped down to the heavy chair that no matter how much she struggled she wouldn’t be able to get away. Her late teen fantasies had materialized right in front of her.
Greg felt so proud of himself. He had been working on this for literally years. The only thing that kept him going was thinking of the exquisite torture that this new device would allow him. It was the culmination of so many fake business trips. He almost felt guilty for deceiving his wife… almost. Truly since he was a freshman in college he had been dreaming of having a *ticklish* slave girl bound so efficiently.
Greg could see from where he stood that just the sight of the chair and its dangerous implications had Amanda set ablaze again. Her eyes grew wide and her breathing became quite heavy. She looked so cute nibbling on her fingernail in amazement. He stalked her slowly.
Amanda noticed him walking toward her with an evil grin and suddenly she felt all the wind return to her. She felt so alive. She couldn’t believe he had taken the time to fulfill this for her. She wanted to thoroughly reward every second he had used to bring her deepest fear to life. There was only one thing she could do to show her appreciation. She scurried to the head of the bed and wrapped herself into a little ball. She looked teasingly at Greg.
“There’s noooooooooo wayyyyyyyyy you are putting me in THAT thing.” Greg almost believed her, but the gentle mischievous gleam in her eye told the truth for him. She’s such a tease. He gently rested his hands on the bed stalking his prey.
“No way huh?”
“Nope!” Amanda stuck her tongue out at Greg for good measure. This only caused him to pounce on her more aggressively. She let out countless squeals of approval as his strong hands took her. She playfully batted as much as possible but they both knew the inevitable outcome. The whole while she was giggling sweetly lost in her sweet fantasy.
Greg enjoyed her putting up so much of a fight in her nakedness. Her subtle rubbing against him was a pleasant consolation to her impending doom. Somehow no matter how desperate the situation they always find a way to kiss during their enthusiastic rumblings. Greg’s lips met Amanda’s as they were rolling around on the bed. It reminded both of them of their early struggles in the back seats of cars.
Greg pinned Amanda’s hands over her head and it was over. He let his hand explore her sweet smooth tummy to no end. Her girlish giggles only intensified under his *ticklish* touch. No matter how much she raised her knees to her heaving chest his hand was still free to play with her quivering tummy. He took great pleasure in tracing his finger along the outline of her belly button as he was comforted by her familiar flowing laughter. Feeling her stomach muscles contract against his tickling only made the blood flow away from Greg’s head once again.
Without warning Greg shifted off the bed and Amanda was somehow over his shoulder yet again (much to her pulsing dismay). All that she could do was renew her feeble struggles as she was taken closer and closer to her girlhood fantasies of complete immobilization for her torture.
Greg eased her firmly onto the cushioned seat of the chair. Amanda was still fighting like a good girl to keep her arms away from the arms that extended straight out in front of her. Amanda’s arms would fit perfectly if Greg could bend them at the elbow but she had other plans. Not really, but at least that’s what she told herself to keep up her struggling for as long as she could.
Greg really appreciated her renewed spirit. He let her think that she had a chance before pinning her right arm down to the chair and then blocking her other arm with his massive male form.
“Hey, give me back my arm… I mean it Greg…” Amanda’s would be protesting made Greg chuckle to himself. Her squealing of approval and the huge smile on her face made Greg feel so warm inside. She was enjoying this even more than he was. He knew that this situation was both what she wanted more than anything and utterly helpless for her. With her playful struggles, Amanda still knew how to make it so much fun to torment her. That’s why he loves her so much.
He tightened the first strap around her forearm just above her elbow and that was enough to render her right arm useless to her. As he pinned the other arm to its final destination she looked him dead in the eye. She had such an evil smile on her face. “I mean it” is all that she could muster. She looked so beautiful. Her wild hair encased her radiant face so perfectly.
He kissed her deeply as he secured her other forearm to the chair tightly. He was almost lost in yet their most passionate kiss of the night. There was something even more desperate about the way her tongue probed his mouth longing for his. As their tongues gently massaged each others and they shared their baited breath Greg continued securing his poor wife to her devilish contraption… TIGHTLY.
Every time that a strap was tightened around her arms she let out a little sigh of relief into Greg’s mouth as they still held their passionate kiss. It was a wild mix of emotions as her deepest fantasies came crashing into the present. Amanda’s eyes were closed so tight. She could barely watch, but she knew that she had to. Greg had taken her blindfold off for a reason. He wanted to look deeply into her eyes as he took her to even higher levels of *ticklish* suffering. Who was she to deny him?
With her arms securely tied at the high forearm and wrists Greg set about the task of securing her biceps. The reality that literally no movement would be permitted for her was sinking in with striking precision as Amanda’s nipples became even more rigid and were rubbing painfully against the wrinkled dress shirt that Greg still wore. He looked so “unprofessional.” Her corporate corruption was worn like a badge of honor. She loved what she did to Greg. She felt so proud of herself
Greg finally pulled himself from Amanda’s hungry lips. She was definitely enjoying their maliciously romantic get away. She let out a sigh of deep surprise as he pulled around the straps to secure her torso. There were straps above and below her ample breasts to be put into place. Another slim leather belt would hold her waist tightly in place. There were two straps right in the middle of her quivering thighs. She could tell that her legs were to be spread as far apart as possible and that her butt was to be pressed as far back as it could reach for her to fit into the restraints. She didn’t realize that Greg was so handy.
He hastily fastened the belts just below her supple knees, over the front of her calves, and around her slender ankles. She was quite helpless. The finishing touch was the loose neck collar. He pulled her hair back away from her body as he fastened it securely into place. He kissed her gently on the cheek as he stepped back to admire her. Amanda thought to herself that his mix of cute cruelty was too delicious to endure.
She looked so ravishing. Her skin glowed from her two previous eruptions. Her breath was visibly altered by her current situation. It was much more shallow and desperate. The contrast of the black leather to her lightly tanned skin was intoxicating. The endless possibilities for her endless torture in such a predicament sent the sadistic taskmaster within him back to his evil calculations. Out of no where Amanda just started thrashing as hard as she could in her bonds.
Greg thought for a second that he had finally tickled her mad but realized that she was just getting acquainted with her new surroundings. All the effort and straining of her muscles in the world wouldn’t result in movement of one inch. The only thing she could do was lift the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet (he thought they had been through enough so the toe restraints wouldn’t be necessary).
Amanda was no longer in her bedroom. She had been transported to that sinister medieval torture chamber that haunted her sweetest dreams. Her hair was disheveled again. It was draped all over her pretty face. She looked a beautiful mess. Se just sat there breathing to herself thinking of how terrifically vulnerable she felt. Her heart also leapt at the loving attention that it took for her devious husband to construct such a contraption.
“I really can’t move. Mmmmmmmm” She audibly announced the tidal wave of helplessness washing over her more powerfully than she had ever imagined. She was in her own little world. She was moaning deeply relishing in her hopeless situation. “Thank you sooooooo much Greg… I love it…” What a disturbed little girl…
“I’m so glad that you like it dear… now… it’s my job to make you HATE IT!” His evil words brought a wicked smile to Amanda’s lips. She was obviously drunk with masochistic lust.
She looked him almost demonically and seductively licked her lips. “Mmmmmmmmmm Do you promise MASTER?” In the world of masochistic calculus the more aroused Greg was the more motivated he would be to torment her: so Amanda was as lascivious as possible.
To answer her question he showed her his last toy of the night: the infamous Hitachi magic wand. Amanda’s eyes grew wide with fearful curiosity. She was used to his tongue fingers and feathers. She didn’t really know what the strong vibrations would do to her poor tingly clit. He always teased her about getting the popular vibrator to tease her with, but she never thought he was serious. Now one of her deepest darkest fears was before her.
The same thighs that she had teased Greg earlier with through her sexy little dress now quivered as the cool air kissed between them reminding her of how vulnerable her sweet bald womanhood was to ANYTHING that came to Greg’s mind. That hopeless realization only sent the tingly pulsing sensations spilling out of her glistening mound through her thighs down to her twitching toes.
She let out a deep moan as Greg pressed the device firmly against her ever swelling clit before he plugged it in. Just feeling the massive head of the vibrator pressed against her sensitive swollen nub was a rush she could not describe. She had never experienced it, but just the thought of what it could do to her made her even more conscious (and appreciative) of how stringently she was bound. Greg went behind her to plug it in. As Greg plugged in the large vibrator Amanda braced herself for a sensation beyond anything that she had ever felt. Nothing…. Amanda had a puzzled look on her face. Hopefully it wasn’t broken. Her curiosity had already gotten the better of her.
Greg came slowly up behind her and placed his cheek right next to hers. He had put the slits under the arms of “the chair” just so he could tease her from this very intimate spot. “Don’t worry sweety, it’s not on yet.” His warm breath deeply hitting her eardrum as he whispered into her ear gave her a strange sense of comfort. She always enjoyed being ruthlessly tickled more when he was close by to comfort her. What a demented thought?
He liked being this close to her. He wanted to feel everything that she felt. This closeness provided that. He would feel every smile, every sigh, every giggle, every laugh, and every single scream that he forced out of his ticklish beauty. He could see that she was still starring curiously at the device resting against her most sensitive area.
“Don’t be so anxious sweety… Pretty soon you are going to be begging me to turn it back off.” With that he began gently squeezing her perfect erect nipples between his fingers. She let out a sharp sigh at his welcome touch. They had been teased and deprived of his loving cruel caress for far too long. As he firmly squeezed the tips of her delicious breasts sending waves of pleasure through her very being he let his fingertips trail lightly over the very tips of her rigid nipples. This sent electric shocks of pleasure shooting right through her.
She just moaned in response to his loving touch. She never wanted it too end. Just as she began to relax the slightest bit and begin to thoroughly enjoy her nipples being loved he switched his caress denying her. He let his fingertips trace lightly to the delicate undersides of her breasts. This was a delicious tickly sensation. In between letting the gentle pads of his fingertips caress her delicate undersides, he would lightly give her a truly ticklish jolt incorporating his fingernails for cruel tantalizing. This would give him a delicious and spontaneous jump even as she was held fast in her elaborate strap bondage.
“Is my poor little slave girl Ticklish?”
Amanda found his teasing so cute. “Ummm hmmmm” She could just nod her head in agreement as her sensitive breasts were being toyed with mercilessly.
Quickly he altered his destination from her delicate undersides to her ultra sensitive hollows. The sudden shift made her burst forth with desperate laughter. Her hollows were TERRIBLE. She for the first time couldn’t move her arms an inch to offer even futile defense. The intense helplessness even altered the sensation slightly. It tickled a little differently and little bit more than it normally would.
Amanda threw her head back and forth as much as her neck restraint would allow with her eyes squeezed painfully shut. The laughter was beginning to fully consume her again and she loved it. She was so glad that she was bound so TIGHTLY. There was nothing she could do to stop the overwhelming sensations from invading her. That is why she loves Greg so much. She was free to scream as much as she wanted with no fear of stopping the attention she so desperately craved.
Greg followed her thrashing head at every step. His face never left lock step with hers. He loved being able to share in her genuine desperation. Amanda’s sweet laughter from such a vantage point sounded almost as though it was originating from him. He could sense every muscle in her body straining for freedom only finding the comfort of a tight leather strap holding it properly in place. There was no where she could go to escape her *ticklish* fate and the waves of pure power and lust were washing over Greg again as he watched his poor sensitive wife suffer.
Just the thought of the word sent evil ideas running through his head. He was addicted. Even her desperate laughter now wasn’t enough. He began alternating from her ticklish hollows to her protruding ribs. He never let her get comfortable in any one place too long. The multiple sensations were crashing into her like a ticklish train wreck. Each new spot in their heightened state emitted a unique squeal of discomfort from his tormented slave girl. Her laughter turned to desperate screams as he began exploring her hips and the protruding hip bones of her pocket points.
If she could have managed words she would have begged so sweetly for mercy. She was so glad that she was approaching desperate silent laughter because deep down she never wanted this to end.
Suddenly just as it began it ceased. The sensation of completely helpless mindless torture was almost too much to handle. So close to her He could feel her desperation for precious oxygen in her brief respite.
He kissed her lightly on the cheek as she breathed in deeply. “That’s my girl… breath in, deep breaths… just like that.” For some reason his encouragement made Amanda feel so warm and loved inside. He was there with her helping her through her terrible torment. “Now tell me Amanda… What did we have for DINNER?”
Some questions you just don’t need to answer. This was one of them. It was almost so silly. It was something just between the two of them and it held her so CAPTIVE.
“Awww, you’re not going to tell me huh?” Amanda playfully shook her head back and forth in defiance. She was so scared of blurting out the answer she just refrained from talking.
“Oh well, we have WAYS of making you talk young lady.” Amanda was doing a fine job of being completely aroused as it was. The hint of interrogation wasn’t necessary but it hit home when Greg turned on the vibrator.
The loud moaning that escaped her lips was all that could be heard in the entire room. Instantaneously her hips were set grinding against her new toy at a quite feverish pace. Her clit had never been nuzzled quite like that before. The feeling was truly exhilarating. All she could do was give into it. Greg knew that it would not take long. As any caring husband would he added to her plight.
“Awwwwwwwwww, does that feel good on your swollen little clit Amanda?” Greg rubbed her inner thighs that were flexing in time with the evil vibrations. The warm kiss of his breath in her ear was like a straw threatening to break the back of her arousal.
Amanda could just scream at the top of her lungs as her earthy moans were consuming her, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Feeling the two stiff feathers gently sawing against her turgid nipples caused Amanda to throw her head back and moan desperately with giggles sprinkled in for seasoning to explain the electric ticklish sensations that wee coursing from her breasts through her deliciously stimulated loins.
Greg took the opportunity to lovingly kiss and nibble along her neck. She couldn’t take it. Amanda’s grinding of her now hyper-sensitive clit against her new toy just became more and more desperate as her moans became less and less intelligible, but more and more riveting to Greg as he just observed his cute little slave girl in her own world of torturous bliss. Greg truly loved giving his wife the pleasure she craved so desperately. He especially loved when he had to GENTLY force it on her because she couldn’t sit still for it otherwise. Holding the keys to her desires was a responsibility that he gladly accepted. He loved seeing her hands balled up and her wrists flexing in their full range of motion. He drank in the sight of her sensual suffering deep within him.
Against the strong vibrations her entire body became electrified. It didn’t help that a side effect of the cushioning was that in addition to her overly sensitive clit her inner thighs were being lightly tickled by the reverberations. A delicious side effect that even Greg didn’t calculate for. The more sadistically diabolical you are, the luckier you get.
She could only manage one word through her desperate moaning, “Please…”
“What did we have for dinner Amanda?”
She didn’t have time for games, especially games as CHIILDISH as that. She just needed release, the tantilizing vibrations threatened to rip her in half and she needed permission to let it happen.
“Please…”
“Still not going to tell me, fine have it your way…” He put down one of his feathers to turn the vibrator from low to medium. The effect was as instant as it was devastating. She only had time for one last word….
“Please ohhhhh ohhhhhhhh!” The tingly sensations in her loins had once again reached critical mass. Amanda couldn’t stop from Cumming against the strong vibrations. She was so ashamed (which unfortunately only made her orgasm harder). She had not had an orgasm without permission in so long. The waves of pleasure were sent crashing over her once again. It only made the desperate grinding between her legs even more intense. This orgasm was much more electric than the others. It sent warm electric shocks of pleasure to all her muscles as they yearned deliciously against her tight leather straps. She loved bondage so much, and she was making quick friends with her new electronic toy.
There was no loll between eruptions. As the first one subsided just the continued sawing of the tendrils over her ample breasts sent her tumbling back on the road to orgasm. With his face so close to hers his sadistic grin grew larger and larger as each desperate scream was torn from deep within her. Greg delighted in forcing two more catastrophic explosions from our helpless heroine.
He gratefully turned off the evil vibrator. She was jelly in her bonds. The leather straps were the only thing that held her up at this point. He let her breathe at her own pace. He put down the evil feathers. He gently massaged her thigh muscles that must have been aching as orgasm after orgasm was forced from deep within them. He gently blew into her ear. His warm breath reminded her of the world that she had left behind. His gentle massage served to relieve the soreness, but only rebuild the fires within her. She hadn’t felt like this since she was in her early twenties. She was almost guilty that she was ready so soon after orgasm and poor Greg had to wait so long. It was alright though; Greg always made her suffer thoroughly for her unfair advantage.
His loving kiss returned to her cheek as she let out a cleansing sigh and her breathing was adequate to speak. “What did we have for dinner Amanda?” She cringed at the very question despite his affections.
“You’re sick you know that!” Amanda so loved when Greg would make her confront her most erotic fears.
“Of course I know that Amanda… now what did we have for dinner?”
It was hard to imagine how he could be so sweet 95% f the time and such a sadistic bastard when they were alone. That’s why she loved Greg so much. How could anyone but him make someone they love so much suffer through a romantic dinner facing their deepest fears and desires?
“Lobster.”
He leaned in even closer to hear her. He wanted to enjoy his triumph for as long as possible. “I’m sorry what did you say?”
Amanda thought to herself ‘He thinks he’s so cute.’ She began to lovingly nibble his ear and let her warm breath tease him. He had been so unselfish it was time to give him what he wanted. She whispered so loudly. “I said that we ate lobster for dinner. You know I love eating sweet Lobster Greg. You know what my favorite part is. I love Lobster claws Greg. I really Lovvvve Lobster claws Greg….” She said it so seductively as though Greg needed any encouragement. She was so perfect in Greg’s eyes. Who but Amanda could so openly invite merciless tickle torture on their most sensitive spot?
“Oh really, well I took two of them home with me…” The words sealed her ticklish fate. The worst part of her body was the quadriceps muscle from her knee to the top of her thigh when pinched with well, for lack of a better term Lobster Claws.
Greg was merciless. It took him years to find this delicious spot and he used it to his full advantage. He started at her thigh and just kept massaging and pinching her thighs with the intent to tickle and she went absolutely ballistic.
Amanda felt such a conflict within her. The laughter erupted from her stomach. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She just threw her head back and screamed while Greg was teasing her in her ear about lobster claws out to get her. All that she could do was to keep repeating the word no whenever she had the breath between desperate screams. It seemed so childish, but it made her feel like such a loved little girl inside. It really got to her. It was her favorite thing in the world. Her body was instinctively trying to fight and get away from the terrible sensations that her master was forcing on her. Deep within her the little girl who had all those naughty fantasies is just so glad that someone took the time to tie her up so tightly that she can’t get away from what she really wants no matter how much she suffers.
Greg was in heaven. His merciless verbal teasing about lobsters coming to get Amanda as he clawed fiendishly at her supple thighs was so much fun. It just allowed him to let go. He felt like he was that 18 year old kid tickling his girlfriend for the first time. Only this time she was tied EXACLTY the way she should be. He took in all the subtle details. Anyone could hear her laughing and desperate screaming for mercy. Greg took in all the little things. Her fists were balled up and flexing with her wrists. The way her tiny feet flailed about even though they could do her no good. He loved the feeling of her leg muscles tensing and flexing only to relax in rapid fire succession-nothing alleviating the cruel sensations that he was forcing on her no matter how hard she tried. Then he went for the kill. He began to massage the delicate tendons around her knees. She went into silent laughter. He always liked to silently count her teeth to himself when he forced her into this level of hysteria. It made him feel so proud of himself.
The mindless torture of her sensitive legs must have gone on for 15 minutes. Amanda lay there nearly spent. She could just focus on the rising and falling of her chest as she was given a final rest. Even the most torturous tickling yet only served to restock the burning desire and rapid moistening deep within.
She repeated his four favorite words… “You’re so FUCKING sadistic.” He always loved it when Amanda cursed passionately at him. She leered at him from behind her long locks. He moved around in front of her and looked her right in the eye as her breathing normalized. She looked at him with fear and amazement.
“That’s nothing. Don’t think I forgot that you came without permission young lady.” Before she had time to voice how unfair it was to hold her to that with her new toy he turned the vibrator wedged onto her womanhood back to medium. Her hips were his to control with the vibrator. She could just be made as docile as possible and helplessly grind her hips against her new toy as much as his devilish leather straps would let her. The intensity of the vibrations only made her feel more and more helpless which only made her more aroused which al combined to make a sweet trip to bliss a very short journey. Her small fingers now gripped the arms of the chair tightly as she began to work herself to her next orgasm. Her poor swollen clit and furiously gyrating hips had minds of their own. In her sensitive state after so many climaxes even her disheveled hair tickled her nipples sweetly as it draped over her breasts from her frantic struggling.
She fought as hard as she could to keep eye contact with him no matter how good it felt. He had removed her blindfold for a reason. He wanted to see the passion in her eyes when she erupted in orgasmic bliss. Who was she to deny him?
Just as she was approaching her next orgasm his fingers toyed neatly with her knees again. She couldn’t stand the sight of it. It pushed orgasm to the backburner but only served to arouse her further. Her knees were her worst spot. He didn’t tickle them too much. After all, he wanted her to cum through being tickled with his evil lobster claws.
Amanda looked at him deeply as his right hand went to the vibrator. She knew what was about to happen and she couldn’t wait. If she had any breath left from desperate moaning and sweet giggling she would have dared him. Greg flipped the switch on the terrible device to its high setting. Greg knew that this would get to her quickly.
“You can cum all you want Amanda. I am not gong to stop until I have had MY satisfaction.” Just like that his hands returned to her supple smooth thighs and her ticklish knees. She was making sounds that were foreign to both of them somewhere between laughter, silent laughter, and just plain screaming. It would stop and start and then just go for a really long time. The one thing that Greg was sure of was that his poor wife was suffering. She was suffering so sweetly for him.
He could tell by her desperate tensing and the sheer flood of her juices that she was now caught in the throws of yet another orgasm but there was no sound coming from her desperately quaking form. It almost scared Greg… almost. Her mouth just stayed wide open as her hips did the best job they could do to maximize the friction on her poor swollen clit. It had been through so much. This was a truly muscle wrenching climax. He felt so proud of himself. Greg mercifully turned the vibrator back down to medium (after all, he had to have someone left to tickle torture tomorrow).
As she came down from her orgasmic high she just sucked in all available air and let out a bone shattering scream as she just let go. The tears of her bliss flowed freely down to the corners of her inviting smile. Greg felt the throbbing despair return to his own loins watching his beautiful wife experience the torment of sheer bliss over and over again. She was his. Every inch of her naked body was all his. She wished she could wrap herself in a bow and lay under a tree for him. She was his to do with whatever he wished. Every fiber of her being longed for his merciless cruel attention at that very moment. Just as he promised the evil vibrations didn’t stop. Neither did her desperate humping of her new favorite toy either.
She saw Greg get up and knew exactly what he wanted. She had not even told him about her fantasies of this moment. She longed to be in his service. Being his helpless little slave girl only added to her lust for her. He got up, pulled down his pants and walked toward her. With all of her that was still on this side of reality she licked her lips as her body was still on his evil roller coaster (and never really wanted to get off.) As hard as it was with the electric shocks of pleasure coursing through her veins she looked Greg right in the eye as she took his throbbing manhood in her mouth. He let his hand caress gently through her hair.
Just looking down at her, her perfect naked body at the mercy of the devilish vibrator, watching as her restrained body tries desperately to grind up against it, seeing her hard nipples pulsing under even the stimulation of her own hair. The lewd spectacle before him of his naughty house wife was literally intoxicating. The cool feelings of euphoria washed over him again as his wife’s soft knowing tongue gently teased and caressed the very tip of his manhood inside her warm wet mouth. She slid it delicately underneath his sensitive member as he gently slid in and out of her wanting mouth.
He could feel the muscles in her neck tense as her belly was beginning to squeeze. He wanted to time it perfectly. His increases in rhythm only added to her arousal. The fire between their locked eyes reached critical mass as they were both mounting towards ecstasy.
Almost simultaneously as her orgasm took grip of her midsection and spread like wildfire to the very tips of her toes and her fingertips Greg followed in kind seeing the spectacle of her perfect toes curl, her muscles straining against their bonds, and the deep moan against him coming from her deepest passion. Her juices flowed freely over her two new toys as she let go of everything. There was no shame as she lewdly ground herself into the vibrator forcing wave after wave of pleasure through her entire body.
Greg was once again trying to steady himself as the muscles in his aching balls seemed bent on emptying every bit of fluid in his body into the waiting mouth of his slave girl (who swallowed all of him). Feeling thrust after thrust of his scrotum every nerve in his entire body stood at attention. Greg could barely concentrate enough to turn off the vibrator after Amanda had finished with her last glorious climax.
So this is what bliss feels like. Two people who are madly in love laying on top of one another in sheer exhaustion. Amanda’s breathing was quite erratic. “Thank you…” was all that she could manage. She tried desperately to recover but had the sneaking suspicion that she would never be the same.
After about half an hour of gentle caressing and needed recuperation Greg set about untying his beautiful wife that indulged him so. For some reason Amanda did not have her usual hard time parting with her bondage. She had a fresh sense of contentment, not to mention the promise that it was not far from her as she looked toward the next day.
One by one Greg undid the straps that held his perfect lady captive and set her free once again. She flexed all of her muscles and stretched deliciously sure that no matter what she did the feelings of her torment would hopefully linger for a little while longer.
For some reason to Greg as beautiful as Amanda was, now was the time she looked most ravishing. She was basking in the sweet glow of her their shared passion. Ever hair out of place was put their by their mutual enjoyment of each other and the pleasure that they shared. Something in Greg’s heart always warmed when he saw Amanda so happy. All her cruel teasing to get him to peak arousal in the gaze of the public eye was definitely worth the devastating results.
She tried to move but she was so weak. The vast majority of her strength now absorbed in the tight leather straps that had bound her (and a little had dripped onto the sheets and cushions). Greg could see that she was exhausted, and with good reason. He just couldn’t get over how much she enjoyed even his most diabolical ideas about tormenting her.
He picked her up in his strong arms and carried her to the bathroom. She could barely keep her hands around his neck while he walked. “You drive me crazy do you know that?”
She squeezed his neck tightly and nibbled at the base of his ear as she finally cooed “Awww it’s not like I do it on purpose.” That type of cuteness could bring a tear even to the eyes of a Sadist. With that Amanda drifted off into a deep peaceful sleep.
She woke up about an hour or so later. It was hard to tell. She felt the rush of warm water all around her and realized she was in their whirlpool tub. The sensations of the bubbles helped sooth the tension in her deliciously sore muscles. After all, tomorrow was another day. She just nuzzled tightly against Greg’s muscular frame and drifted off back to sleep. Just before she reached unconsciousness she had made up her mind to get a LOT more pedicures on her own from now on.
They both knew that this was a time of new beginnings. Their romantic life had matured to a new level. They achieved this by rekindling the passions of their youth. Remembering first love is sometimes hard with the many distractions of domestic life. It’s important to take time away together as a couple so that you can just enjoy being together. There were few places that offered the same romantic powers as the New Jersey Shore.
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The Shore
By: JJ82277
Everyone knows that it’s hard to maintain passion in a marriage. Between the responsibilities of house cleaning, cooking, taking care of the kids, after school activities, late night meetings, invasions of in laws and all the other joys of domestic life, romance can tend to get a little lost. It’s important for a couple to take time alone together away from their normal drudgeries. The fruitful tree of passion can only be refreshed with subtle enduring reminders of first love. There are few venues with the same rejuvenating powers as the Jersey Shore.
It was late on a Friday in early summer. The sun was quietly beginning to fade into the horizon. The beautiful water shone with the rapidly reddening rays of the imminent sunset. In the background you could hear the magnificent sounds of the live bands playing. You could see the tall Ferris Wheels as tourists and locals alike enjoyed their escape from the normalcy. You could see couples walking along the boardwalks, holding hands, embracing each other as though this magnificent sunset would be their last.
Greg and Amanda would soon be such a couple. They were just your average suburban couple, two kids, a nice home, distractions from each other like anyone else, but they were still very much in love. A few times a year they liked to retreat to their summer home and spend some QUALITY time together. Somehow, they were always bale to pass the time.
Greg owned a very successful Real Estate brokerage. He worked hard, trained people well, and he loved what he did. Every family that he helped into their new home gave him a warm feeling in his heart. He was very good at what he did. The best part for him was that it afforded him the freedom to spoil his sweet wife with frequent vacations. He was so successful that Amanda didn’t have to work. She could fully enjoy the bliss (or lack there of from time to time) of raising their two beautiful sons, Mark and Joshua.
Amanda arrived at their impressive Point Pleasant residence a few days ahead of Greg who was still finishing a few things at the office. Amanda liked being able to set things in order for his arrival and then have the entire time to themselves. They rarely got the chance to be alone with two growing boys in the house. That’s why it is so important that they set aside this time for each other. Their sons had already gone for a summer trip with their grandparents giving the couple much needed time to together. Amanda always cherished the time they spent alone together with all her heart.
Amanda took in this sight of the people walking, the sun setting, and the Ferris wheel spinning, from the gentle comfort of her pedicure chair. She relished getting pedicures. They always relaxed her and put her at such ease. She enjoyed the feeling of relaxation. It made her feel very confident and sexy being married to a man who could really appreciate the softness of his wife’s perfect feet and reward all the attention she put into them.
She was an attractive woman in her early thirties (although most thought early twenties). She was tiny, only 5’4” inches tall, but 110 pounds soaking wet. She was nothing compared to Greg’s 6’2” athletic build and 210 pounds. She loved the feeling that he could overpower her at any moment with his sheer size and strength. Something about a subtle helplessness to her lover set butterflies turning in her trim stomach.
Throughout the year she could hardly contain her excitement about the summer trips to the Shore and escape from domesticity. Nothing recharged her batteries like a week long adventure with her loving husband. She always counted herself lucky that Greg worked hard enough that they could enjoy a second home at Point Pleasant and that she could stay home and raise their two children. Under normal circumstances it would be unthinkable for her to part with her two sons, but this week was different. They didn’t need to be corrupted with all the EVIL things that their father planned to do to their poor, defenseless, *ticklish* mother.
Amanda just sat back in her chair relishing how at peace she felt. As a teenager she had always had certain fantasies. Since she could remember *ticking* always had a certain effect on he. She used to think, “What a dirty, disturbed little girl to want to be tied up and tickle tortured to sheer hysteria?” The most intense aspect of her naughty little fantasies was the helplessness to her captor. She longed to be taken to a secluded location, tickled, and teased endlessly for days on end-where there was NO ONE to save her.
She couldn’t believe that she found Greg, a man who loves nothing more to tie, tease, and tickle her even more relentlessly than she ever imagined. She was initially reluctant to tell Greg of her secret fetish. She feared that he might think her too perverse. Oh how wrong she was. To her utter horror and delight she found him to be a true tickling sadist (who loved nothing more than fulfilling her deepest desires).
He relished causing the torment she craved to no end. The only sounds that he loved more than her desperate squeals of laughter are the earthy moans of ecstasy that they inevitably produce. Her love for him was sealed the first time that he had her helpless form bound tightly and forced stream after stream of flowing laughter and desperate begging from her quivering lips. Fortunately for her since then he has mastered the concepts of small breaks and verbal teasing to prolong her sweet torture even longer.
Over the years of their marriage Amanda had become quite comfortable with the fact she was turned on at the thought of being mercilessly tickle tortured, but it still gave her a naughty thrill that always felt like the first time when the delicious anticipation would start to build.
As the nice young Asian woman brought the pumice stone to her sensitive foot she was reminded how sensitive her soft feet were. This was sheer pain for the sake of pleasure. Her husband had already given her a rather wicked pedicure just two days earlier so that she would not forget him in her travels. Her feet were already buttery soft but she wanted them to be perfect for their first perfect night in their secret get away. There was always the added bonus of how crazy it made her husband to see her freshly pedicured toes. Part of the fun for her was the ability to tease her husband to no end only to be thoroughly punished for her lascivious behavior in her favorite way.
Suddenly her cell phone rang. She looked at the call screen. “TKMASTER” is all that it read. Not even Greg knew the naughty screen name that she had for him in her phone. It always sent a delicious chill up her spine to see those letters and hear his voice. As she took the phone to her ear she couldn’t help but realize that their foreplay was already starting.
“Hi honey hehe when do you expect to make it down?” The gentle massaging of her calves always tickled. She didn’t try TOO hard not to let the giggle escape her lips and let Greg’s mind wonder.
“Oh I will be there in about half an hour. Things in the shop were done a lot earlier than expected. Is everything ready on your end?”
“Yep, hehe, the refrigerator is full of our favorite foods and snacks, I even got that yogurt you like, hehe our bed is freshly made, and I have all the other ARRANGEMENTS in order as soon as you hehe get here.” It always made Amanda a little nervous referencing bondage equipment in public however subtle. She tried not to deliberately advertise the fact that she was having her feet toweled off but she enjoyed the subtle teasing.
“Hey what are you doing?” Amanda was a naturally very bubbly girl but Greg could tell something was up. He just couldn’t put his finger on it.
“I’m just trying on these new shoes. They’re five inches, patent leather, and REALLY SHINY. I think that I will put them back, what do you think?” The evil grin on her face was becoming apparent to all watching. She couldn’t tell if it was the thrill of lying or knowing she would be caught that was more exciting.
“I think that you can keep them. I promise a thorough inspection when I get there though.”
“Awwwwww, you promise?” There were few things in life that Amanda enjoyed more than Greg’s thinly veiled threats. They carried a lot more weight now. She is well aware that he has learned every inch of her *ticklish* body in their time together. The fact that she didn’t have a chance against his knowing fingers only deepened her subtle arousal.
“I promise… listen I will be there soon. Don’t do anything crazy until I get there”
“Oppps,… just kidding. I love you!”
“I love you too.” Ever since their wedding night Amanda always found it funny that a man could be so sweet, and have such an EVIL SIDE. His duality was a perfect compliment to her suburban wife by day, naughty ticklish girl at night.
She had the nice young girl paint her toes a Dark Cherry red to match her long fingernails. This was Greg’s favorite color for her nails and she wanted everything to be perfect for him. It was a terrific match for her lightly tanned skin.
When the finishing was done and her polish dry, Amanda put back on her sandals. She got up, gave a good tip, paid for her service and left. As she walked to her car she could not help but reminisce. Spending the week as her husbands tickle slave would be yet another fulfillment of her “unladylike” adolescent fantasies of abduction and torture. As she drove toward the house with a new shoe box in the seat next to her she could not help but be very anxious for the fun to start.
When she pulled up in the driveway she didn’t bother putting her car in the garage. She just hurried into the house to get ready for her husband’s arrival. They always liked to go out to dinner the first night (before other things had the chance to get in the way). As she walked through the door she was taking back by the totality of their summer home. On the interior it was stark white, with a perfect view of the waves crashing over the beaches.
No matter how many times she came here it was such a stark contrast to her everyday surroundings that it felt always felt a little like a strange environment. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing for someone in Amanda’s condition.
She wasted no time going right to her bedroom to plop off her sandals. She immediately began rubbing moisturizing lotion all over her freshly pampered feet and put them in the cutest white ankle socks. She wanted them to be as soft and as sensitive as possible when Greg got his wicked little fingers on them.
She slipped out of her Tank top, jeans, and undergarments to thoroughly lather the rest of her supple body with her favorite scented moisturizer. Something about cucumber melon always set Greg into a tizzy upon the fresh scent hitting his nostrils. Over the course of a decade Amanda had learned lots of Greg’s little secrets to keeping his ATTENTION.
Even now she still enjoyed dressing up for him. His flirtatious pawing, and enraptured gaze always had a way of making her feel so wanted, needed, desired, and loved. Greg fully understood the importance of making a woman FEEL beautiful and Amanda did all she could to assist him in that regard. Just the thought of putting on all his favorite items set her nerves on end in anticipation even when he was not yet in her presence.
She knew that Greg really enjoyed the contrast of black fabric (or black cuffs) against her light olive skin. She had picked out an especially fetching lingerie ensemble. Just feeling the kiss of the lace material as it traveled past her socked feet up her toned calves and silky thighs reminded her of all the torturous fun to come later on that evening. She put on her black lace bra that barely held her ample breasts that were still very firm even in her blossoming maturity.
She had picked out a special dress for the evening. It was a single piece. It actually had almost a turtle neckline and was open to the middle of her back. Paired with Greg’s usual work attire most observers would think that they were the typical conservative couple… If only they knew. Her long flowing black hair rested gently on her shoulders as she gazed in the mirror. There is a special feeling a woman gets when she puts on that Tight Black Dress that hugs and nurtures every curve to perfection.
She put on her dark red lipstick to match perfectly with her fingers and ticklish toes. For some reason she still felt butterflies in her stomach when she was about to see him. She always wanted everything to be perfect for him. As she surveyed herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but think that she was pretty close. Her single pearl earrings were the penultimate touch. One last thing would complete her masterpiece.
She walked back into the kitchen to retrieve her new shoes that she had laid on the countertop. Those shoes with this dress were almost unfair, and that’s exactly how she wanted it. She spotted her bag and shoe box on the counter and reached out for them when suddenly she felt an electric jolt to her side.
She let out a VERY surprised squeal. Greg always loved to sneak up behind her and creatively announce his presence. He thought she might have achieved liftoff with her initial response to his teasing touch. His initial caress was met with a more deliberate embrace around her hips. He nuzzled his face against her cheek and gave her several enthusiastic kisses hello.
“Gosh you scared me; I didn’t hear you come in…” She was pleasantly startled by his intrusion. She closed her eyes as he drew him closer to her caressing his face with her hand encouraging his affections. She could feel herself get lost in his large frame. She was so tiny in comparison. With his arms wrapped around her as they were now she felt so safe because no matter what she knew that she couldn’t get away if he didn’t want her to. That made her heart flutter in her chest and at the same time let a warm wave of calm wash over her as his lips caressed her cheek and his warm breath teased her ears. After all this time he still knew how to be so cue and romantic.
“I must have come in while you were getting ready, I didn’t want to disturb you. You know that I can’t help myself when you can’t see me coming.” He accentuated this with a more deliberate tickle of her sides and ribs. He always loved the way that she squirmed into him when he tickled her in his arms. She playfully tried to hold in her laughter while he teased her.
“You look amazing by the way. I can’t wait to see what the shoes look like.” He let a finger stray to her tiny navel as he held her tight.
“Well if you let me go you can find out, hehehe come on I have to finish getting heehe ready.” It was becoming difficult to hold onto the shoe box with Greg’s playful probing.. For a brief second an evening in didn’t sound like such a bad idea, but she had plans.
“Awww what’s the matter is little Amanda ticklish?” He was so mean; he knew what verbal teasing did to her. It was already bad enough that she knew she couldn’t escape his firm grasp but to be constantly reminded of it was just delicious.
Amanda tried not to laugh but the little imp dancing around in her belly had other ideas that didn’t include effective communication. “Yesssss, heheh you know that I am ticklish, now let me finish getting ready so that we can go. PLEAAAAAAAASE.”
“Oh okay, but hurry up. I have plans for you young lady.” Greg really enjoyed the sweet way that she begged. He let her go off to the bedroom under the promise that it would only take her a second. He could hear the smile on her face as she cooed in approval, knowing that was a promise he would definitely keep.
As she went off to the bedroom to put her shoes on and grab her purse Greg couldn’t help hut think how fortunate he was. Ever since he could remember he was always intrigued by the idea of tickling women. As he grew older, he became fascinated by the prospect of tickling a woman he really cared about while she was completely helpless. He relished the power that he felt knowing that he and he alone had the power to make someone he cared about laugh, squirm, and beg for mercy. The intimacy of the playful flirtation just always seemed to bring a smile to his face.
He never thought that he would find a woman that loved nothing more than to receive his tantalizing torment. He often fantasized about ticklish cheerleaders, or authoritarian women who needed to be taught a lesson in his youth. The best part was always the uncovering of their secret desires and enjoyment of his fetish.
All that changed since the night of Amanda’s passionate confession of her matching interests. She had always been very receptive to his playful tickling, but their relationship changed forever when she confessed how much she truly enjoyed his cruelest caresses. In addition to being the most ticklish person he had ever dated, she was also the most creative in getting herself into sticky situations on purpose. He really loved the way she would facilitate their naughty indulgences.
He could hear the familiar clacking of high heels coming down the hall. It was hard for him to calm the sensation of hearing those familiar footsteps. The thought of finally taking them off just added to the anticipation that had started long ago. Between two people like Greg and Amanda there was a different standard for what constituted foreplay. She walked toward him a vision from his deepest fantasies. It never got old seeing his beautiful wife present herself. He almost felt guilty for the evil inside of him and the terrible things he planned to do to her sensitive form over the next week… almost.
Amanda always took such pleasure in his gentle gaze. Whenever he saw her, his look was always the same. He didn’t need to say anything, his shortness of breath and his frozen stare told her all that she needed to know. Even still, he always found a way to express just how wonderful he thought she was.
He hugged her tightly, letting her slim form rub against him. “Even now, you still take my breath away.” He kissed her gently on the forehead. He was so sweet.
She rested snuggly in his embrace, “awwww, thank you… you don’t look to bad yourself.” She couldn’t help but admire his black pinstripe pants, pastel blue shirt, white French collar, and Red tie (symbolizing POWER). He had all the appearance of a strict professional with all the intentions of a demented abductor. The combination was intoxicating for Amanda.
“So where are we going for dinner honey?”
“I thought we might have rock lobster down at the beach…” he said it so casually. He knew what he was doing. The words immediately hit home for Amanda and she could barely look at him as she contemplated their meaning. Over the years his ability to psychologically torment her grew exponentially. She knew that she was in trouble now and loved every second of it. Just his warm caress and his teasing words already had her very conscious of every fiber of her ensemble. She could only imagine what his feathery touch would do to her in this state. The implications were too much to contemplate so naturally she could not remove them from her thoughts for a single moment.
As she sat back in the car riding towards the restaurant she admired the power she still had over her handsome husband. His deep blue eyes couldn’t help stealing glances over at her and she knew it. Every now and then she would trace her fingernails through his blond hair and massage his scalp. Thankfully it was not a busy night because he was not able to keep full attention on the road.
Greg’s teasing cruelty was only matched by Amanda’s. She had always enjoyed male attention, but it was different with Greg. She would trade a room full of casual stares for the attention of the man she loved. Knowing that he desired made her feel special. She viewed his sexual arousal as her personal possession that she could play with as she chose. Even as they were riding together in the car even Greg knew that no one, for any reason would have to continually cross and uncross their legs that much. He couldn’t keep the image of her toned silky thighs out of his mind, and the fleeting glimpses of her shiny new high heels didn’t help matters any. They both took comfort in the knowledge that she would pay dearly for her abuse of his affections.
Her cruel ministrations knew no end. She enjoyed experiencing the physical bondage of ropes or cuffs. She enjoyed tormenting Greg in the bondage of the public eye. As they walked to the table the two of them could not help but notice how the room was set a buzz by Amanda’s fetching dress. The smooth skin of her thighs, calves, and the curve of her behind were only accentuated as her leg muscles flexed at the incline of her tall heels.
He always made sure that they sat at a corner booth to make sure that she had every opportunity to express her tantalizing tradecraft. With the right incentive even perusing a menu could be the beginnings of a long evening. The fact that they already knew what they were having only added to the warm tension that was building between the two of them. Even a cat burglar could take a lesson from Amanda in her calculated subtlety. As she sat next to her husband she would casually cross her shapely legs towards him. The slight rubbing of a knowing heel against the legs of his pants sent electric thrill up his legs. Every so often her gentle nudging against him would accentuate her firm breasts as they strained against the fabric of her seductive dress. She thoroughly enjoyed putting on the show of flipping her flowing hair away from him to expose the contour of her sensitive neckline, chin, and cute earlobes.
The hardest part was quelling the evil grin that was building with her. The most thrilling part for Greg was definitely how casual and innocent she tried to make herself look-he knew better. She knew exactly what she was doing
Her most evil trick was given opportunity when she would catch him in a stare, or looking away nervously. She would just innocently bat her eyelashes at him, put her soft hand on his thigh, look into his eyes and ask so nonchalantly, “What’s wrong sweety?” The devilish punctuation was allowing her long fingernails to gently claw at his sensitive inner thighs sending little tremors through his very core.
Usually he didn’t even need to muster an audible response. He would just look at her knowingly as she fought back a grin and kiss her on the forehead or the cheek. The fact that he so openly enjoyed her humble pass time only made her feel more loved. Even as a mother of two, Greg still couldn’t bear to look away from her.
Equal to the task Greg ordered along with their lobster entrée two glasses of wine. He knew exactly what it would do to her. Her breath caught as the words rolled off his lips to the waiter. She must really be getting to him. She could almost feel the warm heightened sensitivity that alcohol always produced even now. Unlike Amanda, Greg wore his evil intentions like a badge of honor. She just made sure that all her silver wear was in place to avoid having to look at his evil glare. This was even more delicious than she had imagined.
Through dinner they enjoyed each others company even more than the delicate shell fish. They both loved listening to the other person more than talking so conversation always flowed very freely most of the time. It was occasionally hard to come speak for Amanda though. Greg’s warm breath could leave Amanda quite speechless when he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. It was if the room didn’t exist, only their flirtatious smiles.
Aside from the most casual of caresses Greg rarely tickled Amanda in public. He was content to let his teasing lioness dig her hole as deep as she wanted, for all debts would be paid private.
After dinner they went for a short walk on the boardwalk. The ability to focus on romance was a welcome respite from having to hustle and bustle from one place to another. They held hands and watched the moonlight cascade of the water. Every little clack of Amanda’s heels reminded Greg of the pleasures that were just moments away. Looking at her, as she casually rubbed against him while walking, he could see her blissful expression indicating that it was on her mind as well.
There was no need for many words. Their shared love washed over them like the waters on the beach just being near the other. Even in thunderous silence, stealing glances and gentle caresses expressed feelings that would baffle most poets. In one moment, the breeze gently bouncing of the cool ocean, he saw her long hair fluttering in the wind and her beautiful face was revealed to him like something out of a dream. He pulled her close to him and gently nibbled her ear letting his breath tease her lightly as the wind brushed her long hair back. “It’s a shame really. Such beautiful moonlight but it’s nothing compared to you.” The gentle kiss to her forehead was met with a shy blush. He still knew how to make her melt.
For the first time that night his lips tasted hers. The gentle wind blowing against them only made the scene more perfect. As his hand held her hips gently as they shared their breath he ever so slightly gave her a knowing squeeze. With his fingers tangled in her hair, Greg grew even more excited as he caught her subtle yelp in the back of his throat. That was the only signal she needed to know that the game was a foot. She just smiled in approval as he motioned her back towards the car.
As they hastily walked back to their SUV, Amanda could barely hide the content evil grin creeping across her face. She loved how she affected her husband. She reveled in the idea of the delicious debaucheries that she had purchased for herself with her merciless teasing.
Ever the gentlemen, Greg opened the door for his noble lady. As she tried to slide past him he pressed her against the closed door of the back seat. Just seeing her like this, so beautiful, so inviting, his inhibitions were slowly melting away (also aided by their shared nightcap). He caught the sweet smell of her perfume again as he kissed her gentle neck lightly, just letting his lips caress her smooth skin.
The feeling of being pinned against the car door was absolutely thrilling to Amanda. She loved to see the dam slowly break from her constant attention. She wrapped her arms around him and got slightly lost in the exhilaration that she was feeling as his passion began to outweigh his reserve.
“Greg, What if someone SEES us?” She teasingly whispered into his ear. Her warm breath only added to his resolve. He easily lifted her up off the ground and pressed against the car even more firmly. This was met with a deep sigh of excitement. Amanda’s eyes grew wide taking in the sight of her now quite demented abductor.
“They might learn something.” His arms were tucked under her support her. The feeling of being lifted in the air only sent little messages of helplessness pinging in Amanda’s mind. They were received with ENTHUSIASM. He used his fingers to lightly spider up and down her sensitive ribs. The result was too precious for words. Her streams of girly giggles came pouring out right into his ears as she nibbled them playfully. She collapsed so sweetly even deeper into his strong arms. He could feel every muscle in her torso convulse against his sweet incursion. Feeling her squirm and hearing her free flowing giggles only sent waves of euphoria crashing over him like the waves of the ocean crashing on the beaches. She looked so desperately defenseless when she was giggling from his constant tickling. Her feeling of weightlessness only heightened her sensation-and the wine wasn’t helping.
He leaned in close to her ear while she was tittering back and forth. He whispered gently, “Awwwww, what’s the matter, does that tickle?”
Through her gentle laughing she screamed out in a loud whisper “NOOOOOOOOOO!”
Since he was a boy Greg only dreamed of someone to encourage his teasing desires. The reality of having such a beautiful creature before him laughing at his command fulfilled his fantasies beyond even his imagination.
He tasted her lips and her ever increasing laughter in a ticklish kiss. She was powerless to stop him. This only left her free to struggle more always being rewarded with the affirmation of her helplessness. To be kissed while being tickled only let the other feast on the enjoyment that their partner was getting from their shared passion. The fact that they both enjoyed it immensely only added to the explosive intensity of the situation. It was almost a sin for a married couple to still have such strong magnetism between them.
Her uncontrollable squirming in his arms was maddening, her giggles intoxicating, and her enjoyment euphoric. He finally released her lips and her poor ribs. She slightly out of breath and Greg’s breath shortened they looked into each others eyes.
“You really make me crazy you know that…”
Amanda responded in classic fashion. She allowed her left thigh to gently creep between his legs to find the waiting hardness her affections had created. She leaned her head back against the car window and in a sultry voice dripping with mock innocence she spoke right to his sadistic core, “Awwwww, It’s not like I do it o Purpose!” The gentle massaging of his manhood offered empirical evidence of her sweetest lie. Even she had to giggle at the tension it created. “I guess I’m going to get it now huh?” Her playful teasing tone and wide smile only added to Greg’s desperation.
He lowered her to the ground and helped her quickly into her seat and took great pleasure in making sure that her seat belt was very TIGHT. He whispered gently into her ear “You have no idea.”
The smile of satisfaction that had been building in her since the phone call during her pedicure could be concealed no longer. Her silly grin was a true indication of the electric excitement brewing beneath the surface. The fires within her only burned with greater intensity as she saw her husband rushing to his car door, and fumble with the car keys in his haste. It would be a short drive back to their residence, but the anticipation could have lasted two lifetimes.
The evening had gone just as planned. Both of them outside the confines of normal suburban life were free to give into the passions that sometimes that they were sometimes distracted from. Now there were no lunches to pack, no meetings to attend, and no kids to pick up from school. There was only a mature couple free to act as though they were still in their very late teens.
The game in the car ride was who could seem the least anxious. This was a tougher task than it may appear. Delicious shell fish, merciless teasing, passionate embraces, kisses that brought forth new life, all of these factors contributed to the mounting arousal that occupied the two of them. Greg could hardly conceal the gentle rising between his legs. Even pushing the pedals caused a delicious rub against the fiber against his underwear. He could hardly keep from staring at his beautiful wife the entire time.
Amanda was going through a hard time herself. She felt so free away from home. Going to a vaguely familiar place to be tormented for hours on end had such a naughty connotation. She couldn’t help but entertain the idea that Greg was somehow abducting her to keep her as his Ticklish slave girl. Focusing on that idea did her no favors in their unspoken contest of continence.
She could already feel the effects of their prolonged foreplay. Her firm breasts had become much more sensitive. She could feel their delicious tips hardening and straining against the sweet lace that imprisoned them. As she crossed her legs even the subtle touch of the tight fabric lightly tickled the fully alive nerves of her bare thighs. As they got closer and closer to the house she could feel her heart start beating a little harder and a little faster as her fantasy became more and more real. Her impending torment was intoxicating. That was still to say nothing of the almost too sweet tingling and pulsing between her thighs. She could not help but squeeze her sensitive thighs tightly together to manage the situation… while she still could…
As they pulled into the driveway the excitement came to a head. Greg looked over knowingly at his wife. Her time as the predator was now at an end. He let the keys linger in the ignition for a few seconds as the two just sat there smiling nervously. He wanted to let the details of the situation sink in. He always felt very powerful watching her breathing quicken and her body fidget in response to him.
“We’re here… any last words…” He loved teasing her to no end.
“Oh whatever…” She rolled her eyes mockingly at him. He never stopped raising the stakes with his teasing. They walked hand in hand to the front door eagerly. The clack of her shinny heels was still quite maddening to Greg, but he would have his hands on them soon enough.
As Greg opened the door for Amanda she looked at him defiantly “You know I do have a few LAST WORDS”
“What’s that?” He was now openly smiling in an evil leer as he inched closer to his prey.
She smiled as big as she could to show off her perfect dimples. “I bet you can’t catch me!!!” Amanda took off running into the big open space of the house while Greg just stood in amazement. She really was terrific. He had never had this much fun with anyone else in his life. They felt like teenagers again. A smile of pure joy crossed his lips as he just let the moment consume him.
“You know I’m going to get you!” Amanda was terrible at hiding. Her girlish giggles and the click clack of her heels were a dead giveaway. It was the sure knowledge of being caught that excited her, and the audacity of running that drove Greg to an almost feverish pitch.
She pretended to be hiding behind a beam in the kitchen. She proceeded to stick her head and her tongue out at her stalking tormentor just to enrage him further. As he would dart one way she would dart the other. Eventually she conveniently cornered herself by the counter next to the refrigerator. Her nervous giggles and irresistible smile melted a part of Greg’s heart. This was going to be too much fun. She was in the classic position with her long hair now slightly disheveled, her arms down at her side, and her hands out in her best defensive position. She knew what was coming.
In one motion Greg just picked up his small wife and deposited her firmly on the counter and let his fingers explode into her twitching torso again. This time there was no holding back. She let out her deep perfect laughter right away. It was less squirming and more thrashing as his tickling attack was more honed in privacy. He gently massaged each rib with cruel precision and massaged her hips with deadly accuracy. All that she could do was futilely attempt to bat his strong hands away from her vulnerable mid section.
Her desperation only emboldened him further as he buried his hungry lips on her waiting neck. Occasionally he would sneak in a slight nibble to make her shriek in desperation for him. Her uncontrolled reactions were like music to his ears. Her desperate thrashing was a symphony. Every twitch of her muscles sent shocks of excitement through him. He loved to feel her wild hair resting over him while he nibbled kissed her gentle neck. It felt so intimate.
Despite her current situation Amanda was only becoming more and more excited. Her hips began to move in time with Greg as she drew him closer between her spread legs. As her inner thighs tightened around his hips she felt delicious jolts of pleasure every time that either of them moved. This was a constant stimulation with Greg’s evil fingers doing their dirty work on her ticklish ribs and sides. She couldn’t help her desperate wiggling and that only added to the burning deep inside her trim tummy.
“Wait wait wait, ahahahahahahahahahahaha YOGURT…” Still trapped on their counter,
Amanda sucked in all the air available to her to blurt out her only request while Greg was tickling her furiously.
He stopped suddenly. He knew she loved to stall. He held her there. His hands had a firm grasp on her ample hips. He could feel her warm smooth skin through the thin material of her seductive dress. He took in the beauty of her excited breathing and mirthful expression as he contemplated granting her simple request. With an evil grin he granted her request only to heighten the tension already think between them.
“Okay, you can have your yogurt, but after that…” His devilish grin excited Amanda to no end. He opened the refrigerator while she caught her breath and resettled her hair (the sultry smile of anticipation never leaving her face).
He handed her a single package of strawberry yogurt that she knew he loved. “Spoon,” she almost commanded with mock aristocracy. The perfect compliment to their mutual mounting excitement was her air of coy calm. There they were hips entwined, breathing heavily, far past the point of casual arousal and she wanted to just casually enjoy a helping of strawberry yogurt. None but Amanda Greg thought-that’s why he loved her. He handed her the spoon that she eagerly accepted.
She looked him right in the eye the entire time. The visible signs of her excitement never left her. Her pupils dilated and eyes wider than ever she proceeded to nibble at her last meal before her *ticklish* sentence. A girl needs her desert right? She made the casual show of letting her luscious lips linger ever so slightly caressing the spoon suggestively in her mouth as Greg watch captivated. She made sure to moan audibly to let Greg now how sinful the yogurt tasted. His hands around her hips he inched her closer and closer to him as she finished her little SNACK. She could hardly contain her laughter as she continued to tease him endlessly even as she was snuggly in the lion’s mouth.
“MMMMMM this is reallllllllllly good, you should really try some.” She took the last spoon full of yogurt and teasingly fed her lover. She grew even more excited as he hungrily yanked the spoon from her hand with the mouth, taking in every drop. What those lips and tongue would do to her poor swelling clitoris. The thoughts only amplified her desire for him.
“Awwwww, you haven’t said a word about my new shoes.” Amanda playfully extended her right leg and pointed her toes in her heels.
Greg needed no encouragement. He let his hands trace down every warm curve of her leg until he was holding her heel in both hands gently caressing the leather casing.
“I didn’t think I had to. I could see you noticed how I was gawking at them all night.” He encouraged her left heel between his thighs and she could feel his hardness through her shoe. It made her gasp slightly in feigned shock, “As you can see I think they are REALLY pretty.”
He began to slowly take off her right shoe and she unconsciously started to hold her breath. Her naughty little secret would be revealed in just seconds, and she Loved it. She felt the cool air hit her soft heel in contrast to the warm leather. The sucking sound of her tight shoe being pulled off her heal was her signal to exhale. He let her shoe hit the ground with a gentle thud as his hands explored the soft perfectly wrinkled ticklish little foot in front of him. Her other seductive shoe was ever so slightly caressing the firm rising in his pants the entire time. He let one finger travel slightly up the very center of her foot and took great joy in watching her sexy toes twitch in response. Amanda cutely bit her bottom lip as she tried to hold in her laughter. Her feet were excruciatingly *ticklish.* Watching her turmoil set Greg’s lust a blaze.
Amanda’s pampered foot was buttery soft, almost too soft. Greg got a very quizzical look on his face. He looked down at her warm soft foot. He noticed that the shade of red was slightly darker than the one that he himself had put on just days before. Amanda had been very very naughty. You see, Amanda wasn’t allowed to…
“Amanda…” Greg let his single finger explore lightly over her sensitive sole as he began seeking her confession, “Did you get a Pedicure?”
Of their “rules made to be broken” this was the most serious. They were so creative in coming up with reasons for Amanda to be punished. Greg was to be the only one with the privilege of touching her feet and administering her pedicures (usually with an evil twist). Breaking that rule would purchase the most server penalty.
Her first response to this question was a more insistent stroking of Greg’s erection with her warm leather shoe. She took a look on her face as though she was just asked an Astor physics question. “Ummmmmmmmmmm!!! Hahahahahahahahaha” Amanda’s teasing defiance to the question was broken by Greg letting all of his fingers roam freely over her hyper-ticklish sole. He followed every delicious twist of her sexy foot with a pianist’s precision. He turned his back to her and concentrated all his efforts on raking every inch of her ticklish foot. All she could do was playfully pound on his back and try as she might to kick her foot from his strong grasp. Every violent jerk was making Greg lost in his own little world. He loved it so much when she put up a fight.
The visual of her perfectly painted toes wiggling in discomfort was only bested by the musical sound of her hysterical laughter. Greg was very happy that she had been a naughty girl. The extra softness of her foot was making is work much easier.
“You know they did a really good job. Your cute little feet are Sooooooo soft Amanda.” He was amazed at how easily his fingers slid up and down her quiver sole. Her tittering cadence was directing his finger to all her worst spots. Even without guidance he knew full well how much torture it was to have his nails scribbled along her soft arch and instep. As his fingers made their way up and down her weak spot she new she was finished.
“Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ” was all that she could scream out in the midst of his torment. He stopped more suddenly than she expected. He just rubbed the tickly sensations from her foot. She knew he was up to something. He was too calm now. It made her feel eerily aware of every move that he made. She watched in silence as he bent down to pick up her shoe. Perhaps he would use her own shoe to tickle her in some way? He was actually motioning as though he was putting it back on. She pointed her toes as best she could invited her shoe be returned to her waiting foot.
She just pulled her hair back and said “Thank you,” as she wiggled her foot waiting for her shoe. He made sure to slide the back rim lightly down her heel sending even more electric signals shooting up her legs to the dampness accumulating above. Now with both shoes on she looked curiously at Greg. He led her slim leg back down to its twin and then turned violently toward her. She was quite pleasantly startled when he took the yogurt cup from her hands strongly and banged it onto the table. Greg always had a way of knowing just how to scare her into lustful abandon.
She could see the desperate fire in his eyes and hers grew even wider in excited anticipation.
“So my naughty little housewife went out and got a pedicure without my permission hmmm?” He began slowly teasing his strong hands up her bare thighs and under her tight little dress. The tingly feeling of his invading hands only made Amanda want to dig her hole even deeper.
She reached her arms around his neck and drew him closer to her. She let his head rest comfortably in her bosom as she began to lightly kiss and nibble along his neck. He moaned in approval as her sweet lips and warm breath began to tease his ears when she began her seductive whisper. “Ohhhhh, I was only a little naughty,” she again let a curious thigh seek out his growing erection, “and it felt sooooo good… it *tickled* a little though!”
That sealed it. With that knowing hands began to skitter up sensitive quivering ribs and sides. She again collapsed deeper into the arms her evil abductor letting her sweet little giggles pour into his ears adding to his excitement.
“Does this tickle?”
She could hear the intense excitement in his voice. Between her desperate giggles and squirming she could manage only one word, “NOOOOOO!” With that she felt the ground leave her as he quickly threw her over his shoulder. She was always amazed at how easily Greg could just render her helpless. That’s why she loved him so much. In her aroused state being man handled in such a way was the last thing she needed. She was becoming dizzy as blood was being reallocated to different areas other than her head. All she could do was laugh, scream, and kick her legs freely in the air. It was half from terror of what was to come, and half from the pure joy of her predicament.
Greg opened the refrigerator to retrieve a few items for later. “Don’t worry honey; I know just what to do with naughty little housewives. Don’t you give it another thought…” Greg gave Amanda’s firm behind a few playful spanks to accentuate his malicious promise. There was something about having his beautiful wife slung over his shoulder, squirming desperately for freedom and unable to escape him that just made him feel so powerful. It was so intimate. He could feel every one of her movements as if it was his very own. Both of them shared one single thought, this was going to be VERY fun.
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Greg lovingly and quickly carried his squirming wife down the hallway to their bedroom. He was quite comforted by her mock screams of protest and her girlish laughter. He could hear the child like enthusiasm in her voice even now. He could almost hear her smiling.
For some reason seeing her bare legs with no ground beneath them kicking violently for freedom gave him such a sadistic rush. He almost felt bad for the terrible things he had planned for her… almost.
Almost triumphantly he firmly pushed open the door to their bed chamber. Amanda playfully grabbed onto the door frame in defiance. A quick goose to her hips ended her teasing protest.
Amanda always relished the way that Greg would throw her down onto their bed, be it at home or abroad. It always seemed that in this special venue that he always had a little more precious malice in everything that he did though. She had prepared their bed just for him. The sheets and pillow cases were all his favorite color of black to match her lascivious outfit. She was going to thank him for all the hard work that he did providing for their family. The more she had to sensually suffer for it, the better it was for all parties.
Greg wasted no time after depositing his secret items out of sight in following her onto the bed. Like guided missiles their lips met again. In the sanctity of their bedroom every passionate kiss, every warm embrace, and every seductive gesture had more purpose as the inhibitions were all washed away. Only their mutual passions were left. For Greg and Amanda, the wrestling around, wet kissing, and the role-play of power exchange was just as important as actual tickle torture.
A born tease Amanda never gave up without a delicious fight. As she kissed him deeply and felt his knowing fingers lightly teasing her stomach and navel through the fabric of her dress she made sure that her pelvis, thighs, and breasts sent all the proper signals of invitation. She was rewarded with the casual brushing against the throbbing erection that she only kept enlarging. She felt so proud of herself. She felt Greg’s hand sneaking around to the zipper in the back of her dress. She twitched away from him the best she could. She broke from his lips, her hair still covering most of his face, and began playfully shaking her head “no”.
Greg couldn’t help but to notice how soft and warm she felt in his strong hands as he took hold of her. With little effort she was on her stomach with her arms pinned at her side. One arm was snuggly wrapped around her midsection trapping both her arms to her side. He wrapped his legs around both of her toned legs trapping her with his one hand free to do as he pleased. He pressed himself into the side of her delicious thigh. Amanda didn’t say a word. She was lost in the bliss of her “body bondage”. She loved not being able to get away from Greg. It made her feel so free to be able to struggle all she wanted and still have to endure whatever his playfully cruel mind came up with.
Now he was in the position to do all the teasing. He waited a gentle second just to see her start to rise up and down with her breathing and let it slow just a bit before he moved in with his menacing caress. He brushed her hair from the exposed part of her back to the right side of her face. She looked at him over her left shoulder as he was resting on her left side and waited eagerly to be forcibly STRIPPED while she squirmed in defiance of his cruel intentions.
Greg was in no rush. He let two fingers casually tease the sensitive skin of her shoulder blades. He loved the sensation of her muscles tightening in his grasp. Feeling her gentle struggles brought an even more sinister grin to his face. She was all his now. There was nothing she could do to stop him. A thought not lost on the ever increasing pulsing between Amanda’s firm thighs.
Greg kept up the light tickling of her upper back. He never applied enough pressure to break her; he liked to see her trying desperately to fight back her cute giggles. He just wanted his touch to be ticklish enough to cause her sweet discomfort and remind her of his devilish path to remove her protection. He finally began to toy with her zipper and contrary to her impending exposure Amanda’s smile of anticipation grew bigger and bigger with each centimeter that her zipper was lowered. Her eyes now shut in anticipation; all she could do was coo in approval. How she ached to be naked and helpless before her captor. She craved the delicious feeling of helplessness that was beginning to wash over her slowly.
Greg let one of his later fingers trail the path of the zipper as each part of new skin was exposed to his teasing touch. As his hand and her zipper made their way down her back to the gentle small just above her behind she let out a sigh. He undid the gentle Velcro of her turtleneck. He let his hand trail all the way back down her exposed back over her ample buns to the hem of her dress and the backs of her exposed thighs. He lightly began to spider tickle the backs of her knees and thighs. His light touch was perfect for tormenting her. He could feel her leg muscles tense in response to his cruel touch. In her heightened state of arousal this area was even more sensitive than usual and her sweet giggles came flowing out freely yet again.
Amanda could feel his hands reaching higher and higher pulling the hem of her dress up along with it. She squirmed playfully out of reflex and giggled to herself. “hehehe You’re so mean!”
“You knew that before you let someone else touch your feet dear. I’m sorry you have to be Punished!” Greg always played his role of wicked Master to perfection.
His hands just kept moving higher and higher teasing her supple smooth skin more and more. There was something about the way that he coldly said the word punish that hit home for Amanda deep within her tingly loins. He could feel her hem being pulled over her firm buns and his hands tracing the outline of her black lace thong panties. The tickly sensations caused her to not only giggle but moan in approval as she was being teased endlessly before her deserved torment. Then out of nowhere…
Smack… Smack… Smack… Greg playfully spanked Amanda for her indiscretion. His playful discipline was just firm enough to give Amanda that delicious sting that she enjoyed from time to time.
Even though she yelped slightly in response to each teasing spank, it gave her a chance to gain control over her breathing. “Awwwwwwwwww, Was I bad Greg?”
“You know you’ve been very bad, Amanda… Now,” Greg rolled over and straddles the backs of her exposed thighs right where they met her firm buns, “you have to be taught a lesson.” He stretched her arms over her head and secured them there with his left hand. He put his face right next to hers. He wanted to be able to feel every flinch, every twitch, hear every whimper, every giggle and observe every reaction that his *ticklish* attention created in his beautiful wife.
As he caught the scent of her delicious perfume again he could not help but lovingly kiss and nibble at her neck and earlobes as he inched her dress higher and higher. He loved the way she sweetly giggled as he made sure he squeezed her hips, teased her svelte stomach, and counted every quivering rib as she laughed helplessly into the mattress. Her writhing under him and the rapid clench/release of her leg muscles against him was only serving to increase the hardness between his legs. Amanda felt so proud of herself.
She could feel him pressed against her firm behind as he leaned over her to move her dress past her shoulders and off of her completely. He held her arms in place as he undid the back clasp of her lace bra and slid it from under her. He let his fingers trail lightly along the sides of her breasts to be met with a gentle moan from beneath him as her butt started to gently grind into him and it felt delicious.
He let his fingers trail a little farther up to the sensitive flesh where bosom met torso. The results were purely amazing. You would think that Amanda had just been electrocuted. The switch from a teasing to a maddening touch was almost too much to take. Amanda began to try in vein to pull her arms down from the death grip of her tormentor. Her head started thrashing from side to side in protest to his devilish caress. When his hand moved up even higher to her smooth shaven hollow her efforts only doubled. She was bucking furiously to get free. She couldn’t stand to have her sensitive armpit touched, let alone tickled freely by wicked spidery fingers.
The bucking of her firm bottom against his throbbing erection was quite satisfying. He loved the sensation of her strong legs kicking and thrashing so hard beneath him. Hearing her full desperate screams of laughter as she let go of all resistance just added logs to his sadistic fire. He loved seeing her when she couldn’t fight anymore. Feeling her tiny form struggling desperately beneath him was all that occupied his deepest fantasies. She began violently thrashing from side to side trying to get away from his evil fingers. To make her plight even worse he started alternating between sensitive hollows and protruding ribs driving her mad unable to predict his ticklish pattern. All she could do was lay there, struggle in futility, and laugh herself silly. The feeling of being Greg’s helpless little slave girl satisfied desires at Amanda’s very core.
“You know… I really hope that pedicure was worth it!”
Amanda hated his cruel teasing. That’s why she loved him with all her heart and soul. After a few more seconds of torment, he finally relented. She finally opened her eyes as she panted up and down taking in much needed air. The tingly sensations of his furious tickling were still lingering under her arms and in her sensitive ribs reminding her of her ticklish plight.
Then she heard it. He was opening the drawer. The drawer with all the terrible goodies she prepared. She couldn’t speak yet. All she could do was inhale deeply and lick her lips in anticipation. Then she heard the jingle of her FAVORITE wrist cuffs. Her moment of triumph had finally arrived. He pulled her arms TIGHTLY behind her back and she could only arch her back in approval.
She hated the subtle moans that she emitted while she was being tied up. The very concept of bondage was a huge turn on for Amanda. The actual process of being held down and forcibly tied was a terrible strain on her poor swelling clit and ever hardening nipples. Suddenly she could feel every wrinkle in the crisp sheets with the firm tips of her breasts, and her throbbing clit ached to be rubbed, teased, and even *tickled* endlessly.
Greg always held her so tightly while he bound her. It made her feel so loved and wanted. She could hear his breathing change. Seeing the black cuffs lashed tightly on his beautiful wife always caused him to slightly loose his breath. She felt so proud of herself. Their cuffs were well padded so he made sure that they were very tight around her small wrists. Having her wrists secured he felt there was a small field test in order.
“Honey, try and get out!”
“Okayyyy..’ Her consent was cut off by violent squeezing of her hips. The sadistic side of Greg even liked the way her shoulder muscles flared as she desperately wiggled in response to his merciless tickling with her tiny arms pulled so tightly behind her back. She was left so defenseless.
Amanda was so unselfish; she didn’t hold back the desperate laughter that fed the monster deep within him. She just threw her head back and let out the terrible feelings he was creating within her at the very top of her lungs. Her screaming was such music to his ears. He couldn’t help but rub himself even more suggestively against her cute behind as he could feel her muscles tensing and relaxing in rapid fire succession.
Satisfied that she was not going anywhere, Greg set about his final business: removing those sexy thong panties. He was not shy. He let his fingers cruelly tease the front of her already churning hips. She could only moan in approval as she fought for her precious air. Her body betrayed her excitement only aiding in her exposure. He wasted no time in pulling them down past her knees and over her sexy heels. He cast them aside and gingerly got up off of the bed. He stood next to the bed admiring how beautiful she looked. She was bound, helpless, and wanted nothing in the world more than for him to indulge himself in his deepest darkest fantasies. The more she suffered, the more she loved every second.
He let her wonder in silence as he took off his cufflinks. He rolled up his French sleeves. He took off his tie and loosened his top buttons. It was always such a pleasure to teach his little house secretary a lesson she so richly enjoyed.
He made sure to let her hear the sound of the drawer open and close as he retrieved his leather straps. He had been thinking about having her defenseless in this position all day long. He had every malicious detail worked out in his mind. He could feel the liquid excitement coursing through his veins as he walked to the foot of the bed.
Amanda’s curiosity turned to a slight twinge of delicious fear as she heard him walking deliberately. Amanda knew full well where he would start. Part of her began to regret her naughty little idea, but in large part she hoped he would be completely and utterly ruthless in her much deserved punishment.
The conflict within her played itself out with the moistening of her womanhood and the further arousal of her sensitive breasts. The tingling between her legs was already unbearable and her swollen clit pulsed with every beat of her heart. When she felt his strong hands take hold of her slim ankles and drag them to the foot of the bed she let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully she did not have a say in the matter. Greg was going to torture her to his hearts content no matter how much she screamed, laughed, or begged. Strangely that gave her the deepest sense of warmth, comfort and safety.
“Any last words, sweety?”
Amanda just giggled at his little questions. He was intent on reminding her of her helplessness at every turn and it made her feel so warm inside. “Yeh, I have a little itch on my left foot, can you help me with that?” Even now Amanda liked throwing things back in his face lovingly.
Greg could only laugh in response to her provocation. Sometimes he thought she really enjoyed this even more than he did. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it. Let me just get you settled in here.” With that he began to wrap the warm leather around her ankles tightly. The sight of her sexy heels pressed together sent even more chills up Greg’s spine. As Amanda became more and more helpless the both of them became more desperately aroused. Greg lashed her ankles to the bed railing. There was no way that she could move her cute little feet away from him now.
Amanda was lost in her own little world. Being tied like this was almost orgasmic in itself. She thought this was the final position of her torment but she was so wrong. She felt Greg take full possession of her torso as he pulled her back resting on her calves. He put his hand under her quivering torso and brought her back to his chest so that he could further bind her legs in place. She could barely breathe and any words escaped her. She could only moan helplessly as she was manhandled. His strong insistence on her every movement only made her more dizzy with arousal. He let his hand rest cupping her breast as he secured her smooth thighs to her tone calves with yet more leather straps. He wanted her on her knees for this. He wedged a pillow between her bound knees so that no matter how much she tried she could not close her legs.
He put another pillow down for her to rest her delicate face on as he guided her roughly back to the bed. The subtle danger of the position suddenly struck home for Amanda. He hands were tied securely behind her back. She was bent over forcibly with no way of getting off her knees. The final length of leather was wrapped around her elbows and under her hamstrings trapping her completely. She was a helpless *ticklish* little ball.
Amanda’s feet, her delicate womanhood, and quivering bottom made inviting targets as Greg pulled up a chair for his evil work (and there was still nothing that she could do to protect the rest of her naked form.) To put the final nail in her bondage coffin Greg placed her favorite blindfold over her eyes. Usually she could not bear to watch her torture but something about being DENIED the ability to see only added to the sense of helplessness thundering deep down in her pulsing loins.
He retrieved the last of his toys from their drawer and set himself down at the foot of the bed. He just started tapping his fingers lightly and nonchalantly over the tops of her black high heels. “So…My *ticklish* little slave girl thought it would be a good idea to go out and get a pedicure…”
The final moments of sanity were always the most entertaining for Amanda. In her final act of teasing she gave the best answer that she could. “Wellllllll, it seemed like a good idea at the time.” She giggled nervously. Greg just found this so cute.
Then without warning he tore off her shoes and placed them on either side of her. He always relished the sight of her former protection right next to her as she was lost in her sea of giggles and screams.
He let the quill end of his long stiff feather begin its work on her soft sensitive soles. In her state this was unbearable. She had been teased for hours on end, and alcohol didn’t help. She could feel ever molecule on the tip of the cruel feather as it made its way over her desperately squirming feet. Her laughter came from her very core as the sharp tickly sensations kept shooting up the backs of her legs thundering home in her smoldering womanhood. How “unladylike” to get off on such treatment….
Greg loved to watch her feet wiggle and try in vein to protect one another, but now was not the time. She needed to suffer. He grasped both of her big toes with his hand and held them thrashing against his torturous feather. After years of tormenting his poor wife Greg had developed the ability to almost exist in two separate worlds.
The one world was ruled by his feverish arousal. He let the warm sensations wash through his body relishing in the delicious torment that he was causing. Just the look of the black leather against her lightly tanned skin was enough to make him dizzy. Her desperate laughter and screaming that left her unable to speak was a wonderful soundtrack to his burning passions. He loved this position so, because he could see every muscle tense and strain against her stringent bondage. The thing that intoxicated him the most was the view. He could see her firm ass, puckering sphincter, glistening quivering pussy and hardening clit twitch between her firm thighs as she struggled in vein against his mindless torture. Seeing how aroused she became from his cruelty only served to embolden him to push her further and further to ecstatic hysteria. In this world he was conscious of the desperate throbbing mounting in his pants that needed desperately to be satisfied deep within her slippery perfection.
The other world was ruled by the musings of his sadistic mind. He only focused on the quivering ticklish flesh he was tormenting. It was a world of cruel calculation. He followed every movement, every twitch, and every squirm. He only heard her laughter in this world to analyze change in pitch or volume to signify a sensitive hot bed of nerves. This was the world that kept Amanda in a constant state of fear, desperation, panic, torturously *ticklish* agony, and unbridled lust.
He let his evil quill trail random patters of precision over her writhing soles. He never wanted Amanda to be able to get used to being tickled in one area too long. He would dart from a soft arch, to a quaking instep. He would tease her pink heels and the sensitive sides of her feet at the same time. He would trace long delicious lines up and down the length of her soles only to trace figure eights at the very center. Each time he would switch to a new spot he was rewarded with a new squeal of ticklish agony. Even though she managed the occasional plea for mercy, for the most part Amanda was lost in a sea of torment. The unpredictability of the sharp quill only made the sensations all the more maddening.
After he finished inspecting every one of her *ticklish* toes with the quill he ceased to give her a small rest. She was nearly breathless from her insane feather torment. He used this little time to tightly tie her big toes together with string and down to the bed railing. After all, he was going to need both hands for a proper punishment.
Amanda sucked in as much air as she could as quickly as she could. The thing she loved so much about Greg was that he never gave her too long to recover. He had learned brilliantly how to keep her constantly off balance and in a general state of sensual panic. It warmed her heart that he TRULY loved nothing more than to torture her into oblivion. As she felt her tied toes being secured to the bed railing she knew she was done for. Her poor feet, they were so *ticklish* and now completely helpless-just as she liked them. A warm smile of contentment crept across her face buried into the pillow as Greg resumed his cold verbal teasing.
“Does it still seem like such a good idea Amanda?”
Amanda turned her head and screamed at the very top of her lungs,
“Yessssssssssssssssshahahahahahaha” The vicious scribbling of Greg’s fingers interrupted her invitation.
The two evil Greg’s at the base of the bed dually enjoyed the delicious juices running down her thighs and how still her feet were held in their cruel bondage. The warm musky scent of her growing arousal only drove Greg to torture her sensitive feet even more. When he didn’t think she was laughing or screaming loud enough he would just use his well honed fingernails to amplify her delicious plight. Greg was fixed on how desperately her toes reacted to his touch. They would clench into fists, flex wide apart, and wiggle furiously. It was a seductive dance only inviting him to tickle them more and more as his wife began slowly loosing shreds of her precious sanity.
Amanda was in a blissful hell she could barely describe. The dual aspect of her merciless torture and hearing the desperate arousal her erotic thrashing was causing in her husband did nothing to stop her aching nipples from hardening and hardening. She feared that if they weren’t nibbled and suckled soon that they would just explode. For now she would have to be content with fighting the torturous sensations shooting from the tips of her toes up the backs of her legs, and letting the crisp sheets attend to endlessly teasing her painfully erect nipples as her entire body thrashed wildly on their sacred bed in response to her husbands cold ruthless treatment.
From the base of her ticklish toes, to her quivering insteps, wrinkly arches, and the very sensitive centers of her feet Greg left no spot untouched. Over the years he had learned just the way to mistreat his poor wife’s terribly *ticklish* feet. He put her through her paces for little over half an hour with only slight breaks.
Amanda was breathless. Greg gave her time as she tried to force as much air into her strained lungs as possible. She knew that his next attack could come at ANY minute. She felt him crawl onto the bed next to her and felt his warm breath teasing up her neck. She felt him lovingly kiss her on the neck and it soothed the tension that he built within her slightly. The deadly duality of his sadism and sensuality was so unfair. You can’t be cruel and cute in the same person.
He warmly brushed the hair from her sweaty face that was still half dug into the pillow that she had been screaming into. She felt his warm breath against her ear as he began a slow calm whisper as he lovingly caressed the perspiration sprinkled across her torso. “You know honey, I could have pampered those perfect feet if you wanted me to.”
Amanda couldn’t help but smile at him “haha, I think you are doing a pretty good job!” Her playful tease was met with a slight probe to her ribs.
“No I’m serious,” his tone had an eerie hint of evil that she just found irresistible, “I even took the time to learn a new home remedy to make your feet even lot Softer! Did you know that yogurt can be therapeutic to the skin Amanda?”
“Fuck…” she swore sweetly under her breath. It usually gets REALLY bad when he gets creative. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her as he returned to the base of the bed.
She could hear the lid being taken off another cup of strawberry yogurt. The implications were endless, but even she didn’t expect what came next.
“See how professional I am AMANDA. Most guys would just rub it in with their hands. I have this professional application brush…” The words hit home with no further explanation.
Greg was really proud of himself now. With just a toothbrush and a cup of yogurt he was a true tickle-torture artist. He let the head of the toothbrush swirl around in the yogurt making sure to lather it thoroughly. The stiff bristles on her soft wrinkly skin would have been enough to send her into orbit but the chilly slithery yogurt just took everything to a new level. After desperate screams to the first touch of the cruel APPLICATION BRUSH and devilish substance she just descended into sweet silent laugher. Greg literally marveled at how literally every muscle in her body was twitching in sweet response to his home remedy. Seeing her desperate reactions let the warm sensation of omnipotence take hold of him completely. The smaller toothbrush was very good at getting between her toes as well which was an added bonus. He made sure to scrub the yogurt nicely into her pores…
After both feet were thoroughly lathered with yogurt Amanda finally regained a little bit of her sanity. She had yet to feel anything that intense on her feet before. This was proving to be a very interesting week and it had only just begun. She had to quietly admit to herself how innovative her husband was becoming under her masochistic tutelage. She felt her husband climbing next to her again to whisper more cruel nothings in her ear. She knew how much it excited him to survey his prize in the form of her composure being forcibly torn from her so that he could wear it as a badge of honor.
“How was that sweety?” Greg again returned to lovingly stroking his hands through her long jet black hair as his words caressed her ear.
Amanda just got the goofiest grin on her face as her chest heaved up and down beneath her. Greg could hear the sheer joy in her response “Ohhh it was… terrible!” Her excitement and huge smile of contentment were the only clues that he needed to learn the context of her response. Her ever moistening mound was a welcome clue as well.
“You know, I am really supposed to leave it on for about an hour or so, but since you have already HAD a pedicure today I guess that I can give you a break…”
Just as she raises her head to thank him he revealed his true intent. “Besides, your feet look so Delicious right now!” Greg’s words were like Ice. She just hid her face into her pillow again as his plans became transparent. The only thought in her mind was when she was putting that lotion on her feet earlier. It was this bad because she wanted it to be, and she loved Greg for making it worse than she ever imagined.
The thought of his lips and teeth on her poor feet both terrified her and sent her hips into lewd gyrations. She knew that she was building closer and closer to a volcanic eruption and feeling his warm tongue tormenting her cute toes and suckling them might be just what she needed to come to a crashing head… for the first time tonight anyway.
Greg took in the sight of her perfect soles covered in his favorite desert and it was finally time for him to indulge. He let his rough tongue touch gently in the center of her right foot and stay there. He wanted the anticipation to build until it was unbearable for his poor helpless wife. He wanted her to suffer for every single second that she was bound before him, mind, soul, and most definitely her sensitive body.
She was caught completely off guard by his loving caress up her taught hamstrings. Even though Greg’s strong hands weren’t intentionally tickling her, the tingly sensations between her legs had spilled to her inner thighs and his touch was truly maddening. Her body was in a deep conflict over how to move away from his touch and make sure that his pressure was increased. It was a deadly cycle that she truly loved to be trapped in. Her lust built closer and closer to a white fire as his knowing hands went higher and higher up her yearning thighs. Amanda tried as she could to wedge her legs further apart and welcome his satisfying caress. The resistance of the tight leather against her smooth skin and straining muscles was truly intoxicating. She could barley function in the world of the living as she was dizzy with arousal.
This whole time Greg’s tongue had been still in place but no longer. As he could see her hips lewdly beginning to grind searching for his hand that was his cue to begin his torturous tongue lashing. His only aim in life was to reassert the fact that Amanda’s perfect feet were his and his alone to play with, pamper, and torture as he saw fit. Her intentional transgression having given rise to this delicious opportunity warmed his heart. This is why he loved her so much, she was so unselfish.
Amanda felt Greg’s rough tongue begin its slow evil journey over her sensitive bound feet, but she felt it more behind her swollen clit. It was as if there were two tongues tormenting her right now with the mirrored sensation and she never wanted it to end. She giggled, moaned, and lost her breath in a vicious cycle of emotions. All her words had been lost in a sea of desperate lust. She just sat there in silence praying for the release of the desperate burning that was building in her stomach, thighs and loins.
Greg knew full well what his tongue did to Amanda’s poor feet. It was roughly one part tickle, one part orgasmic bliss. He enjoyed the duality of her sensations and RESPONSES. Greg loved watching her feet arch painfully inviting his caress only to scrunch up as his tongue changed speeds. It sent chills through him. Hearing her desperate moans of pleasure mixed with her delicious giggles accentuated by her erotic squirming was driving him closer and closer to his first trip to a land of bliss.
He licked every crevice of her right foot clean with his tongue. He took pleasure in a subtle delay as his hands made their way to teasing her wet swollen lips. She let out a deep sigh of approval at the welcome touch. She strained as hard as she could to increase the pressure against her desperate genitals. The resistance of the tight leather again brought her delicious frustration that only built her desire hotter and hotter. She could feel every circle of every fingerprint as her loins were coldly tormented. Just as she began to be lost in a see of blissful sensation the maddening tongue went back to work on her defenseless left foot.
With the malicious teasing of her lips the treatment of her feet took a much more erotic effect. Greg could sense the shift in his soundtrack to more moaning than giggling as expected. That is why God invented teeth. Her desperate moaning was interrupted with by a sudden squeal of laughter as his teeth made contact with her sensitive toes. They wiggled in the warmth of his mouth as his cruel teeth rubbed gently against them sending electric ticklish sensations crashing into Amanda’s brain. When she began laughing freely instead of moaning Greg granted her swollen clit a preview of his evil intentions.
Just the tip of his finger on her hyper-sensitive clit sent shivers through every fiber of Amanda’s ticklish form. She couldn’t take much more of that. She had been building to this orgasm since the first playful tickles when Greg First arrived. Her painful swollen nipples were rubbing furiously against the crisp sheets. She so longed for him to roll and pinch them between his strong fingers. As every second passed with his evil teeth and ticklish tongue lapping up the delicious yogurt, Amanda’s clit received more and more intermittent attention.
Finally the last visible drop of yogurt was gone from her sensitive feet. Greg’s evil adventure came to an explosive end as he gave both feet a final tongue raking that made Amanda Quiver in sheer delight and her clit pulsed even more from his devilish attentions.
Now his tongue had a new target. He let his tongue start up the back of her thighs as his hands still cruelly teased her yielding womanhood. Amanda held her breath as she could feel the muscles in her sensitive behind begin to tighten in anticipation and the greasy feeling in her stomach got more and more intense as his tongue traced higher and higher savoring every drop of her perfect juices that he had forced from her quivering perfection. As his tongue reached the very bottom of her womanhood and his lips began to meet with her second pair, knowing hands found new areas to tease.
He let his mouth engulf her glistening opening. He felt hew squirm deliciously into him begging for her swollen clitoris to be individually devoured. Her breath caught in her throat as Greg’s hands began to firmly squeeze and massage her perfect breasts. There was nothing she could do to stop his torment, or end his teasing and both of them relished that dangerous fact.
Greg’s fingers began to trace devilish circles around perforated areolas. Amanda was so close to the bliss that she craved but neither her sensitive nipples nor her begging clit were being stimulated in the way she needed. That is what she loved so much about Greg. He knew how to go right past what she thought she wanted and give her what she truly needed.
The 30 seconds of torment might as well been 30 years in Amanda’s condition. Then finally Greg set about pushing her over the edge she was dangling on. Her entire torso trembled with the firm tumbling and gentle pinching of her rigid nipples between his strong fingers. She could feel every dimple and crevice in Greg’s tongue as it slowly and intensely devoured her clit. He licked slowly and maddeningly from the base of her clit to the very tip, over and over and over again. Her entire lower body shook violently with the intense caress of his knowing tongue. Behind her blindfold Amanda could see fireworks shooting in the back of her eyes as his ruthless tongue tormented her swollen clitoris.
Greg wished deeply that Amanda could see the evil leer in his eyes just listening to her desperate earthy moans while he pleasured her. He owned all of her. He controlled her every sensation, emotion, and all that encompassed her bound world. That is why she loved him so much. The sense of control that he had over her grew with every twitch of her muscle, every moan, every deep sigh, and every delicious tremble that rocked her body on her way to oblivion.
The moment had finally arrived. The building deep within her was too much to bear anymore with his tongue working endlessly on her swollen clit. She ground her hips as much as her Tight Bondage would allow trying in vein to increase the pressure against her as she began to beg desperately for release.
“Please Let me cum master….” It was such a simple request. The very words solidified the power that Greg had over her. Not just yet. She had to suffer.
Her pleas going unanswered only served to arouse her further if even possible. Her moans of frustration were the music that Greg lived for. He loved feeling her sweet essence running down the sides of his face as he pleased her from behind. He lightly increased the pressure against her swollen clit with his tongue and wrapped his lips around it as he began to gently suck on it. This was maddening. He was giving her everything that she needed to explode except for his required permission. She was going to be taught a lesson she would never forget.
Her level of desperation was at a fever pace. She needed to cum worse than anything. “Please Please master ohohohohohoh Please Let me Cum Please.” Her sweet begging always had a way of melting his heart. Greg gave her the signal for consent they had for when his mouth was BUSY. He gently but firmly pinched both nipples continually and unmistakably. The delicious pressure sent her crashing over the edge along with an even more deliberate sucking on her quivering clitoris.
“Thank you, Thank you ohhhhhhhhh” was all that she could repeat over and over again as the warm waves of pleasure that had been built up within her so much came crashing over her all at once. She was screaming literally at the top of her lungs as a massive orgasm took hold of ever muscle in her body and wouldn’t let go as it shook her body like a little rag doll. Greg’s tongue wasn’t helping either. The entire time that she was squirming deliciously in her stringent bondage, his tongue kept up its maddening caress of her pulsing clit. She asked to cum and that is exactly what he was giving her… until she literally could not take anymore. He was going to force as many waves of pleasure through her bound body as possible.
If it was one long orgasm or several smaller ones Amanda could not say for sure. All she knew was that for ten minutes she left the world that she knew as her body became a pure mass of pleasurable energy that trembled deliciously in time with her evil husbands knowing tongue.
Watching the erotic spectacle before him was all that Greg could take. Hearing her high pitched screams of ecstasy had been the final piece to his arousal. His entire body pulsed along with the hardness between his legs as his wife came down from her first moon shot.
Amanda could neither get the hair out of her face or the smile of delicious contentment from her lips and in her blissful state she was not in a rush to do either. This was a wonderful start to a wonderful weekend. She barely heard Greg get up and go to the bathroom. She almost felt guilty for just releasing all of her most precious honey onto her husband… almost. After all, it was his fault. For some reason, she thought the water was running a lot longer than it would take to clean someone’s face off. She put the thought out of her mind. She was known to be more than a little out of touch with reality right after orgasm and that was no ordinary orgasm. She wanted to bottle some of the sea air and take it home with her if it was going to do THIS to her.
Every muscle in her body still tingled deliciously from her eruption. She could just lay there and bask in her afterglow for hours, but she had the sneaking suspicion that she would not be afforded the opportunity just yet. Strangely enough the notion that her fate was not yet over for the night only started the cycle of arousal all over again. Amanda knew that from here on in it would not take nearly as long for her delicious climax. With a natural born sadist for a husband it was a tantalizingly dangerous position to be in.
She heard him return from the bathroom and sit down back at the foot of the bed. Watching her bound body trying to recover from the full body explosion he had just given her was maddening with his still building excitement. The insides of his sensitive scrotum was beginning to feel warm and tingly was he began to yearn for his own release, only encouraged by his wife’s lewd spectacle.
Strangely she heard him set something down…
“Such a good little slave girl… your punishment is almost over.” The words sent a wave of erotic comfort shooting through her. Words of praise mixed with confirmation that there were still torments to be enjoyed were a deadly combination for a helpless woman in Amanda’s Position.
“Thank you master…” Her breath was returning as she began to feel her second wind.
“There’s just one more thing, but before we get too it I would be fully derelict if I didn’t give these feet a THUROUGH cleaning.” After such a tremendous orgasm that would be nearly fatal. All her nerves were painfully at attention. Even the cool air in the room lightly tickled her feet. The tough bristles of a scrub brush would be out of this world. Still in her own demented mind this only pushed her further towards heaven. Greg could literally hear her smile widening as she let in a long sigh of girlish anticipation. By the sound of things you would think she was just told they had won millions of dollars.
“Yes that would be Verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry unprofessional. hehe Make sure you don’t miss a spot okay Greg…?” She welcomed her torment with open arms. Her enthusiastic participation in his cruel tickle torture games has made Greg dizzy since the first time she was tied, screaming, and begging him NOT to stop *tickling* her.
“Oh don’t worry, I won’t” He could hear Amanda start to giggle approvingly. He knew she couldn’t get enough of his teasing threats. His heart (already putty for his beautiful ticklish wife) melted even further when she arched her feet to make his torturous cleaning easier. A normal person would show her mercy for such help, but Greg knew that the promise of mindless torment was the source of her enthusiasm.
Almost without warning he set about her feet with his evil scrub brush. The warm soapy water let the bristles of the glide effortlessly over her soft ticklish soles. He could see every muscle in her feet tremble from the brushes travels. He made sure to make his pattern as random in speed and location as possible. He didn’t want his poor wife to have a single moment of comfort as he went about cleaning every square inch of her *ticklish* soles.
Amanda was lost. All that she could do was laugh, scream, and thrash endlessly. The touch of the brush was ruthless and she loved it. She fought as hard as she could to keep her feet stretched out making every inch of her soles available for further torment. It got really interesting when he would let the bristles glide over her toes and scrub to get in-between. He truly was SADISTIC, and that’s why she loved him so much. She relished in her mindless screaming and thrashing as much as it thundered home to her once milked loins. It was times like this that Amanda was truly glad of her tight bondage. No matter how much she thrashed, struggled and squirmed for freedom her leather imprisonment kept her right where she belonged… At her evil master’s mercy.
Silent laughter was a constant after orgasm for Amanda and today was no exception. The only regret that she had was that she didn’t have enough air to tell her demented abductor how wonderful her torture was. From her extreme squirming and Thrashing Greg was getting a pretty clear idea though.
Just seeing his wife’s feet bound tightly together was the source of so many quiet day dreams. Seeing them struggle in vein to avoid his ticklish touch was putting him higher and higher on cloud nine. He was comforted by the sweet scent of her renewed excitement as a fresh stream of honey filled his nostrils encouraging his cruelty.
His wife’s poor feet had been thoroughly clean at least five minutes ago but like the true professional Greg was being VERY thorough.
Amanda had been through a lot. Greg knew and understood that. He finally put an end to the mindless scribbling of his scrub brush (however reluctantly). Amanda came down off her breathless high of desperate thrashing. He was greeted by even more warm giggles of approval as her breath slowly returned to her. It was almost a sin to have a wife that enjoyed being tickled this much… almost. Her lungs drank in every bit of oxygen deliciously; she knew she would need it.
He let the rough towel tease her feet slightly but rubbed it firmly to make it much more of a massage as he dried her perfect feet off. After they were dry he firmly massaged lotion all over them lovingly. She cooed softly in approval. The subtle respite was accepted gladly as her breathing returned closer to normal, although she feared/delighted that it would never fully return there on this night.
“Thank you… for cleaning my feet honey…. That was… AMAZING!” Greg could almost hear the “cat that ate the canary” look on Amanda’s face. As time progressed and even her most subtle inhibitions faded in the wake of her thunderous orgasms, her truest masochistic nature always came bubbling to the surface. The more torturous and sadistic he made the activity, the greater the euphoric sensation of gratitude that she expressed. Greg honestly believed that if she could, she would get up and help him torture her just as enthusiastically as he would himself. That’s why he loved her so much.
“You’re quite welcome…” His subtle remark was punctuated by the unexpected stiff pointed feather making its way up Amanda’s inner thighs. The unexpected caress caught her again completely off guard. As her legs began shaking furiously and her fit of giggles consuming her entirely again she couldn’t help but be impressed by Greg’s effort to try new things.
The feather had a destination she knew all too well. She was still so sensitive from her last crashing climax. Honestly she hoped that the sweet caress of the feather would be as unbearable as possible. What a disturbed little girl… She invitingly wiggled her bald glistening mound as much as her bonds would allow.
Her giggles were once again mixed with sweet moans of desire as the feather made first contact with the hyper sensitive slick folds of skin around her freshly swollen clit. Greg just looked on in amazement as his wife’s lewd dance began again. Her delicious muscles were straining against her tight bondage to gain even the slightest ounce of pressure against his stiff feather.
Amanda’s body was more in a state of shock than anything else. She had never been tickled THERE after she had climaxed before. Her husband just sat back and stared with a coldly sadistic grin on his face thoroughly enjoying how her trim body was working out the new sensation. As the feather edged closer and closer to her waiting clit she literally alternated between sensations. There was desperate screaming and thrashing from the hyper-ticklishness but there were also the delicious shudders of having that special part of her body shown such diabolical attention. What delicious duality…
Greg relished the fact that she had no idea what he was doing. He wished that he could let her walk around in his mind for a day just so she would understand never to get too comfortable. She could only keep repeating a series of Oh God’s in the middle of her hysterical laughter and earthy moaning. Silly girl, doesn’t she know he can’t help her now. It was just her and him alone where there was no one that could help her. Just as they both liked it.
“Does that feeeeeeeeeeeeel good Amanda?” Greg always loved adding to her plight.
“mmmmmmmmmmm NOOOOOOOOmmmmmmm!” Amanda truly enjoyed making her plight worse as well.
“Okay, how about this?” As the stiff point of the feather began cruelly teasing Amanda’s swollen clitoris she began to scream from deep within her. There was no way she could intelligibly respond. The reverberations of her desperate cries of ecstasy almost scared the both of them. Of course this only encouraged Greg to make sure that every pass of the feather was as maddeningly slow as possible.
Amanda was convinced that her LOVING husband intended to drive her quite mad forcing her to feel every tickly tendril of the malicious feather. She strained as hard as she could to part her bound legs to assist in any way that she could. She could neither laugh loud enough to express the tickly sensations or moan loud enough to express the fire burning within her gyrating hips. The only two things that she were sure of were that she never wanted this torment to end, and that she was becoming more and more desperate for a second release of the pressure building between her legs and flat tummy. The tingling sensation was deliciously driving her insane and it was shooting all the way down to her twitching and clinching toes.
“Hahahahaha oohhhh please master please let me cum again, please.” She was already desperate. So of course her master’s HEART went out to her.
“Of course sweety, you are ALLOWED to cum again!” Then he did the unthinkable. He punctuated the word allowed with a second feather, delicately teasing her exposed puckered asshole.
The results were catastrophic. He had never seen her thrash so hard in her bondage before. It was really quite a sight. She went instantly into silent laughter. Greg had never been more proud of himself. Ever since the beginning of their marriage there was a rule. To help her learn to cum on command once given permission there was a 30 second rule. She had to cum in 30 seconds or there would be a terrible penalty that he could choose of his own creativity. That terrified Amanda to no end. The very thought made her hope she didn’t make it.
Her puckered orifice contracted and expanded rapidly as he lazily twirled the feather against it. She was absolutely trapped and could not get away from him. He had teased her here shortly from time to time but never this long and never while tickling her swollen clit after orgasm. He had been dreaming about having his poor wife in this position ALL DAY LONG.
Her silent laughter was broken at the sound of his menacing reminder “15 seconds sweety, you are going to be sorry.” Both of them knew that there was no chance, even as aroused as she was, that she could climax with the evil feather doing its work. The dueling sensation just served to drive her past the point of general arousal to a sensory overload that she welcomed with open arms and endless screaming.
“uhhhhh ohhhh, too late. You haven’t done that in a long long time sweety. I really missed our correction sessions.” His words hit in her like hammers. She was actually disappointed that she hadn’t been kept in the sweet limbo between heaven and hell longer. She just lay there breathing deeply as he crawled up onto the bed. His familiar kissed on her sweaty cheek as he pushed past her matted hair.
“I hate you…” was all that she could muster with a strangely content smile on her face.
“Awww, thank you honey!” He gently kissed her on the forehead. Greg had known Amanda long enough to know that her mock hatred was a deep compliment. Watching her bound form rise and fall in her black leather restraints was all he could take. It was finally time for his satisfaction and Amanda knew it by the burning look in his eyes. Greg could barely get over the silly grin and look of anxious anticipation in her face.
“Now, I’ll let you choose how you are PUNISHED for taking too long to cum!” Something about the way he emphasized that word always made her heart flutter. How can you feel afraid and safe at the same time? “Would you rather I kept tickling your clit with a feather, or would you rather I keep tickling your feet.”
She had a mock look of bewilderment. She hated having to choose her own demise. She loved Greg for putting her in such no win situations. She buried her face in the pillow at the first thought that came to her mind. It was so Sick it was so Twisted it was so DELICIOUS.
“I already know the answer honey.” He sounded so caring as he stroked the long locks of her hair. “I just want to hear you say it. I want to hear you admit it with your own lips so that as bad is it gets, you know you chose it.”
His words carried such a loving coldness. She could only share with him the truth. It was a single word, “BOTH!”
“See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He took the opportunity to squeeze her trapped hips for good measure.
“Yesssssssssss!” With that she heard him finally unbuckle his pants. She couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation. She didn’t know how this was going to turn out. The mystery of it all was like a fine wine that she would never run out of thirst for.
“Not as hard as this!” She couldn’t help but giggle at his well placed pun. She could feel him shift off the bed and stand behind her. She knew that he didn’t take his pants OFF, he just slid them down. He really liked to look as professional as possible while he was mindlessly tormenting his life’s greatest love. It always gave Amanda the sweet feeling of a naughty secretary being detained after work for some miscellaneous typing error, but that was another game for another time.
She felt one hand gently caressing her hips and then felt something. It was completely unexpected and made Amanda terrified to no end. She felt her purse fall onto the bed next to her. She prayed to God that he hadn’t found it. She hid it. She thought she left it in the kitchen. He hadn’t left the room. Her mind was racing. Just as he felt the tip of his manhood teasing her slick folds of skin she felt the back of her knobby hairbrush gently caress her back and seal her fate.
“Look what I found Amanda. This is what I am going to use on those freshly washed feet of yours.” He waited for the tremor of fear to set in fully before he entered her. He felt her inhale deeply as he pressed deeply inside of her. She let out a moan of great approval as he made his first soft push to her very depth. Greg was just slightly touching the secret spot deep within her.
Amanda’s mind was ablaze. She wouldn’t be able to take this. It would be too much. It would be torture. She couldn’t wait for it to start. What a disturbed little girl. It was all comforted by the full length of her lover within her. For some reason their closeness always made her feel safe no matter what evil scheme he was perpetrating against her.
“Please no, not this, Please master I won’t be able to take it. Not the hairbrush” Very rarely did Amanda beg for Greg not to do something. He enjoyed the rarity immensely.
“Remember pet, YOU CHOSE THIS.” Even Greg’s voice was quivering in their union. Amanda’s only ray of hope was how close to orgasm her master already was.
She felt the stiff feather running up the tops of her sensitive thighs as her master gently began to slide back out of her and she let out a desperate sigh. The sensations were mixing into another critical mass. With a voice weakened by arousal she uttered the four words that Greg lived for “You’re so FUCKING Sadistic!!!!” Her emphasis only added to his feeling of omnipotence over her at that very moment.
“Thank you pet.” With that he brought the feather back to her swollen clit and her erotic dance for her cruel master began again. This time every subtle nudge, squirm, flinch or quiver would slide her up and down the length of her master’s manhood. He was using her as a human vibrator and she loved every second of it.
The electric tickly sensations of her clit went deep into her sea of lust. Only ever so often did her giggles overpower the desperate moans that she was emitting as audible affirmation of her master’s superiority. Her body betrayed her yet again. With his hand reached under her she strained harder so that she could make it as easy as possible for the feather to drive her closer and closer to the edge.
Her master was beyond words. He could feel every crevice of her slippery opening. Even the slightest motion of his ticklish little slave girl sent the most electric tickly sensations through his quivering member right into his aching balls. Her moans of ecstasy were arousing but Greg was thoroughly sexually addicted to her desperate screaming laughter.
Just then he reached under him with the hairbrush. The first peals of Amanda’s hysteria just washed over Greg like a cool shower of intense pleasure. Her screams of laughter as he raked the tiny balls of the hair brush up and down her terribly *ticklish* soles that had already recieved SO MUCH attention were like a waterfall. He could feel every fiber in her being trying desperately to get away from his ruthless caress of her feet with her OWN HAIRBRUSH. She was suffering. She was suffering for him. That was the only thought that was allowed to enter into his mind. Feeling her delicious wetness sliding and grinding up against him in a fit of hysterical lust was beyond intoxicating. He closed his eyes and deeply awaited the final moment when all the build up would be released.
Amanda was in a heaven she had never known before. She had everything she wanted. Her hard nipples were being cruelly stimulated by their crisp bedding sending shock after shock of joy to her very core. Her poor clit was being tickled and teased within an inch of its life by a long stiff feather held torturously by the man she loved more than anything. Deep within her she could feel every pulse of her master’s pleasure and she felt as though they were truly one being. She loved him so much. Her emotions spilled onto her pillow in the form of tears born from the purest joy she had ever known.
The best part was what Greg was doing to her trapped feet. She loved the way the leather held her ankles firmly where they belonged. She loved the unyielding string keeping her soles taught so that every inch of them could be thoroughly explored by every demented ball of her own hairbrush that she actively hides from her cruel master. The mindless tickle torture mixed with her pure erotic lust gave her the complete sense of helplessness that she craved so desperately. She could feel the 18 year old version of herself watching with aroused applause at her current predicament. She relished the fact that with the cruel treatment of her poor feet that there was absolutely no hope of her being able to cum.
The maniacal thrashing was terrific for Greg. He craved more of it. The hairbrush was pressed harder and harder into her tortured soles making sure that every muscle was straining as much as possible against her tight bondage just as he was straining as hard as he could to roam deeper and deeper inside his deepest love.
Finally the tickly sensations in his balls could be contained no longer. He thrust himself as deeply as he could and he felt every muscle in his midsection contract to prepare for the upcoming waves of pleasure. He could only manage four words as his excitement took full hold over him. “Cummmm for me AMANDAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Greg let out a scream that even he could not believe. It felt as though all the liquid in his entire body was being furiously pumped out of him all at once. Every violent spasm forcing more and more fluid out and causing him to collapse more and more into his lover. He had NEVER felt this powerful nor had he EVER had an orgasm that shook every muscle in his being like THAT before.
At that very moment he took the evil hairbrush from Amanda’s trapped soles and let the stiff edge of the feather trail slowly over the very tip of her engorged clitoris. That alone would do it, but the spasms deep within her from her master right up against her secret spot mixed strangely with everything else that was going on. It was instantaneous. She knew that it was an orgasm; it was just different than any she had ever had, just as her screams were of an octave foreign to both of them. Greg was so proud of himself.
Greg had never seen her convulse like this from an orgasm. She was furiously shaking her head from side to side. He could feel her leg muscles twitching beneath him to let him know she was opening and closing her toes as fast as possible. Her torso was shaking from side to side. She was doing all that she could to deal with the volcanic spasms between her legs. Neither Greg’s still spasming manhood nor the feather he was still evilly trailing along her violently pulsing clit were helping her win her battle with the new sensations. As Greg recovered from his massive orgasm he was greatly enraptured by her flailing hair and high pitched squeals of delight. He took such sadistic pleasure in prolonging her torment in such situations. That’s why Amanda loved him so much. He could hardly bear the tickly sensations of her gyrations. He nobly withdrew as he cruelly forced every spasm that he possibly could out of his poor slave girl.
More than five minutes later Amanda was finally coming down off of her second high, no thanks to her sadistic husband. Even though she felt like she had just cum all the life out of her, the tingly tickly sensations still deliciously lingered between her legs. She wanted desperately to be able to rub up against something to make them dissipate, but the implications were too terrible to contemplate. At current she was content to rest tiredly and enjoy her tears of joy at her new peak of excitement. This was a wonderful beginning to what would hopefully be a VERY long week for her.
Greg just slumped down next to her and hugged her tightly. Neither of them could do all that much for the next few minutes. They just sat their in blissful silence. Greg held her as tight as he possibly could. She was his perfect tickle slave and he was her perfect tickle master. They didn’t need any words to express that. They just had to listen to each other’s elevated pulse and shallow breathing to know everything that was important right now.
About ten minutes later each had recovered enough from their afterglow to be able to interact with the other again. Greg retrieved the two water bottles that he had placed at the foot of the bed and out of sight. He lovingly made brought the open end of Amanda’s water to her parched lips. She looked so beautiful. After they had both finished their water Greg made sure that his little slave girl was alright.
“Are you okay?” Greg asked with genuine concern. He could only imagine what must be going on in that head of hers.
“Nooooo, you’re so evil!” Her familiar teasing tone and warm smile returning let Greg know that all was well with Amanda. Truth be told, things were a little bit more than well to be specific.
Greg just leaned in and nibbled on her ears and kissed her neck. She was comforted by his warm attention. It was a welcome rest to his evil torture. She just let all her emotions go. She just breathed deeply and enjoyed her well earned massage. She let her tears of joy be openly seen. It was such a privilege to have a husband who understood her deepest desires so well. She just lay there still bound and enjoy the deep massage that she was getting from her now loving husband.
Every now and then he would give her a playful tickle just to make sure she didn’t fall asleep. Even though her body had been through a hell she never imagined, sleep was the last thing on her mind. She was far too wired and knew she would require lots of cuddling.
Greg worked lovingly to work every bit of tension or soreness from her muscles. He couldn’t understand how she eroticized being bound so tightly. He never bothered to question it much-hahaha. Still he knew that it was what she loved more than anything. He loved nothing more than satisfying that sensual need for her.
For Amanda being UNTIED was always the hardest part of her bondage experience. She had to say goodbye to the sweet helplessness that she wrapped herself in like a warm blanket. The only thing that comforted her was the surety of her husband’s tight embrace. Still she was a little disappointed as she felt the straps holding her ankles being loosened and the string around her poor toes being untied. She took the opportunity to freely wiggle and flex her feet that had suffered so much. It felt good to feel the cool air kiss them while her toes wiggled with new found freedom. Greg already missed the sight of her cute feet bound so TIGHTLY together.
One by one the straps holding her calves, thighs and wrists were taken away and cast aside. Finally Greg took off her blindfold. He could look into Amanda’s piercing hazel eyes again. She stretched her tight body out to regain all of her lost motion. Her naked form laying face down was a sight to behold for Greg. She folded her arms delicately under her head on her pillow and could barely move. He just straddled the backs of her legs and continued her gentle massage. Just surveying her bare smooth skin still sent chills up Greg’s very core. She was so beautiful. He loved her so much. His emotion welled up in his chest.
He leaned down to finally take her lips into his. He laid his head next to hers and wrapped his arms around her still quivering body. She met his lips eagerly with hers. She was almost perfectly content as she lost herself deep in their passionate bond.
Still there was something in the back of her mind. Did he forget? It wasn’t like him to forget something like that. She tried to put it out of her mind as his fingers began to gently stroke through her hair.
As always he let a free hand trail up her delicate navel and she yelped into the back of his throat. Her subtle jump made him feel so alive. She broke mockingly away from him. “You’re so unfair!” Even in the face of her usual teasing Greg had an almost disturbing look on his face.
It was his usual loving gaze that made her feel so beautiful inside but there was something ELSE. Greg was HIDING something. “You’re so amazing Amanda. I love you so much. I have a surprise for you.’
She didn’t like the gleam in his eyes one bit. It all made sense to her now. There was something that hadn’t made since from the very beginning. She would have heard the garage door open and shut from their bedroom even if she was busy getting ready. He didn’t arrive while she was getting dressed… he was ALREADY THERE.
Amanda always got a little erotically scared when she and Greg played. That was part of the thrill for her. She had never really been afraid of him though. That is until the slightest bit at this very moment as his evil leer made her feel deliciously uncomfortable.
She looked at him quizzically. “Wh …What’s that Greg…?” She was so cute when she was nervous. Greg hadn’t seen her like this since the first time that he had handcuffed her to his bed in his tiny apartment. She was so sweet.
He leaned in and in a thunderous whisper said calmly, “I finished the chair!” Amanda’s eyes went wide. She was now thoroughly intrigued. THE CHAIR had always been a fantasy of hers. She never thought that she would be able to experience it. Greg always mocked her that he was secretly building it. She never really believed him. She could feel the excitement pounding in her temples again. Her nipples were returning to their rigid peaks and the greasy feeling between her loins was coming back full force.
She couldn’t tear herself away from staring at Greg as he walked over to his individual closet. She could only hope that he was kidding as he disappeared inside. As he emerged he carried it. It was a big sturdy contraption. It looked invitingly like an electric chair with the leather straps draping off the side. The cushioning was well done from where she could see. The legs were very tall so that her poor feet would be dangling helplessly. She gently nibbled her fingernail in further excitement. He set it down with a loud thud. She knew that when she was strapped down to the heavy chair that no matter how much she struggled she wouldn’t be able to get away. Her late teen fantasies had materialized right in front of her.
Greg felt so proud of himself. He had been working on this for literally years. The only thing that kept him going was thinking of the exquisite torture that this new device would allow him. It was the culmination of so many fake business trips. He almost felt guilty for deceiving his wife… almost. Truly since he was a freshman in college he had been dreaming of having a *ticklish* slave girl bound so efficiently.
Greg could see from where he stood that just the sight of the chair and its dangerous implications had Amanda set ablaze again. Her eyes grew wide and her breathing became quite heavy. She looked so cute nibbling on her fingernail in amazement. He stalked her slowly.
Amanda noticed him walking toward her with an evil grin and suddenly she felt all the wind return to her. She felt so alive. She couldn’t believe he had taken the time to fulfill this for her. She wanted to thoroughly reward every second he had used to bring her deepest fear to life. There was only one thing she could do to show her appreciation. She scurried to the head of the bed and wrapped herself into a little ball. She looked teasingly at Greg.
“There’s noooooooooo wayyyyyyyyy you are putting me in THAT thing.” Greg almost believed her, but the gentle mischievous gleam in her eye told the truth for him. She’s such a tease. He gently rested his hands on the bed stalking his prey.
“No way huh?”
“Nope!” Amanda stuck her tongue out at Greg for good measure. This only caused him to pounce on her more aggressively. She let out countless squeals of approval as his strong hands took her. She playfully batted as much as possible but they both knew the inevitable outcome. The whole while she was giggling sweetly lost in her sweet fantasy.
Greg enjoyed her putting up so much of a fight in her nakedness. Her subtle rubbing against him was a pleasant consolation to her impending doom. Somehow no matter how desperate the situation they always find a way to kiss during their enthusiastic rumblings. Greg’s lips met Amanda’s as they were rolling around on the bed. It reminded both of them of their early struggles in the back seats of cars.
Greg pinned Amanda’s hands over her head and it was over. He let his hand explore her sweet smooth tummy to no end. Her girlish giggles only intensified under his *ticklish* touch. No matter how much she raised her knees to her heaving chest his hand was still free to play with her quivering tummy. He took great pleasure in tracing his finger along the outline of her belly button as he was comforted by her familiar flowing laughter. Feeling her stomach muscles contract against his tickling only made the blood flow away from Greg’s head once again.
Without warning Greg shifted off the bed and Amanda was somehow over his shoulder yet again (much to her pulsing dismay). All that she could do was renew her feeble struggles as she was taken closer and closer to her girlhood fantasies of complete immobilization for her torture.
Greg eased her firmly onto the cushioned seat of the chair. Amanda was still fighting like a good girl to keep her arms away from the arms that extended straight out in front of her. Amanda’s arms would fit perfectly if Greg could bend them at the elbow but she had other plans. Not really, but at least that’s what she told herself to keep up her struggling for as long as she could.
Greg really appreciated her renewed spirit. He let her think that she had a chance before pinning her right arm down to the chair and then blocking her other arm with his massive male form.
“Hey, give me back my arm… I mean it Greg…” Amanda’s would be protesting made Greg chuckle to himself. Her squealing of approval and the huge smile on her face made Greg feel so warm inside. She was enjoying this even more than he was. He knew that this situation was both what she wanted more than anything and utterly helpless for her. With her playful struggles, Amanda still knew how to make it so much fun to torment her. That’s why he loves her so much.
He tightened the first strap around her forearm just above her elbow and that was enough to render her right arm useless to her. As he pinned the other arm to its final destination she looked him dead in the eye. She had such an evil smile on her face. “I mean it” is all that she could muster. She looked so beautiful. Her wild hair encased her radiant face so perfectly.
He kissed her deeply as he secured her other forearm to the chair tightly. He was almost lost in yet their most passionate kiss of the night. There was something even more desperate about the way her tongue probed his mouth longing for his. As their tongues gently massaged each others and they shared their baited breath Greg continued securing his poor wife to her devilish contraption… TIGHTLY.
Every time that a strap was tightened around her arms she let out a little sigh of relief into Greg’s mouth as they still held their passionate kiss. It was a wild mix of emotions as her deepest fantasies came crashing into the present. Amanda’s eyes were closed so tight. She could barely watch, but she knew that she had to. Greg had taken her blindfold off for a reason. He wanted to look deeply into her eyes as he took her to even higher levels of *ticklish* suffering. Who was she to deny him?
With her arms securely tied at the high forearm and wrists Greg set about the task of securing her biceps. The reality that literally no movement would be permitted for her was sinking in with striking precision as Amanda’s nipples became even more rigid and were rubbing painfully against the wrinkled dress shirt that Greg still wore. He looked so “unprofessional.” Her corporate corruption was worn like a badge of honor. She loved what she did to Greg. She felt so proud of herself
Greg finally pulled himself from Amanda’s hungry lips. She was definitely enjoying their maliciously romantic get away. She let out a sigh of deep surprise as he pulled around the straps to secure her torso. There were straps above and below her ample breasts to be put into place. Another slim leather belt would hold her waist tightly in place. There were two straps right in the middle of her quivering thighs. She could tell that her legs were to be spread as far apart as possible and that her butt was to be pressed as far back as it could reach for her to fit into the restraints. She didn’t realize that Greg was so handy.
He hastily fastened the belts just below her supple knees, over the front of her calves, and around her slender ankles. She was quite helpless. The finishing touch was the loose neck collar. He pulled her hair back away from her body as he fastened it securely into place. He kissed her gently on the cheek as he stepped back to admire her. Amanda thought to herself that his mix of cute cruelty was too delicious to endure.
She looked so ravishing. Her skin glowed from her two previous eruptions. Her breath was visibly altered by her current situation. It was much more shallow and desperate. The contrast of the black leather to her lightly tanned skin was intoxicating. The endless possibilities for her endless torture in such a predicament sent the sadistic taskmaster within him back to his evil calculations. Out of no where Amanda just started thrashing as hard as she could in her bonds.
Greg thought for a second that he had finally tickled her mad but realized that she was just getting acquainted with her new surroundings. All the effort and straining of her muscles in the world wouldn’t result in movement of one inch. The only thing she could do was lift the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet (he thought they had been through enough so the toe restraints wouldn’t be necessary).
Amanda was no longer in her bedroom. She had been transported to that sinister medieval torture chamber that haunted her sweetest dreams. Her hair was disheveled again. It was draped all over her pretty face. She looked a beautiful mess. Se just sat there breathing to herself thinking of how terrifically vulnerable she felt. Her heart also leapt at the loving attention that it took for her devious husband to construct such a contraption.
“I really can’t move. Mmmmmmmm” She audibly announced the tidal wave of helplessness washing over her more powerfully than she had ever imagined. She was in her own little world. She was moaning deeply relishing in her hopeless situation. “Thank you sooooooo much Greg… I love it…” What a disturbed little girl…
“I’m so glad that you like it dear… now… it’s my job to make you HATE IT!” His evil words brought a wicked smile to Amanda’s lips. She was obviously drunk with masochistic lust.
She looked him almost demonically and seductively licked her lips. “Mmmmmmmmmm Do you promise MASTER?” In the world of masochistic calculus the more aroused Greg was the more motivated he would be to torment her: so Amanda was as lascivious as possible.
To answer her question he showed her his last toy of the night: the infamous Hitachi magic wand. Amanda’s eyes grew wide with fearful curiosity. She was used to his tongue fingers and feathers. She didn’t really know what the strong vibrations would do to her poor tingly clit. He always teased her about getting the popular vibrator to tease her with, but she never thought he was serious. Now one of her deepest darkest fears was before her.
The same thighs that she had teased Greg earlier with through her sexy little dress now quivered as the cool air kissed between them reminding her of how vulnerable her sweet bald womanhood was to ANYTHING that came to Greg’s mind. That hopeless realization only sent the tingly pulsing sensations spilling out of her glistening mound through her thighs down to her twitching toes.
She let out a deep moan as Greg pressed the device firmly against her ever swelling clit before he plugged it in. Just feeling the massive head of the vibrator pressed against her sensitive swollen nub was a rush she could not describe. She had never experienced it, but just the thought of what it could do to her made her even more conscious (and appreciative) of how stringently she was bound. Greg went behind her to plug it in. As Greg plugged in the large vibrator Amanda braced herself for a sensation beyond anything that she had ever felt. Nothing…. Amanda had a puzzled look on her face. Hopefully it wasn’t broken. Her curiosity had already gotten the better of her.
Greg came slowly up behind her and placed his cheek right next to hers. He had put the slits under the arms of “the chair” just so he could tease her from this very intimate spot. “Don’t worry sweety, it’s not on yet.” His warm breath deeply hitting her eardrum as he whispered into her ear gave her a strange sense of comfort. She always enjoyed being ruthlessly tickled more when he was close by to comfort her. What a demented thought?
He liked being this close to her. He wanted to feel everything that she felt. This closeness provided that. He would feel every smile, every sigh, every giggle, every laugh, and every single scream that he forced out of his ticklish beauty. He could see that she was still starring curiously at the device resting against her most sensitive area.
“Don’t be so anxious sweety… Pretty soon you are going to be begging me to turn it back off.” With that he began gently squeezing her perfect erect nipples between his fingers. She let out a sharp sigh at his welcome touch. They had been teased and deprived of his loving cruel caress for far too long. As he firmly squeezed the tips of her delicious breasts sending waves of pleasure through her very being he let his fingertips trail lightly over the very tips of her rigid nipples. This sent electric shocks of pleasure shooting right through her.
She just moaned in response to his loving touch. She never wanted it too end. Just as she began to relax the slightest bit and begin to thoroughly enjoy her nipples being loved he switched his caress denying her. He let his fingertips trace lightly to the delicate undersides of her breasts. This was a delicious tickly sensation. In between letting the gentle pads of his fingertips caress her delicate undersides, he would lightly give her a truly ticklish jolt incorporating his fingernails for cruel tantalizing. This would give him a delicious and spontaneous jump even as she was held fast in her elaborate strap bondage.
“Is my poor little slave girl Ticklish?”
Amanda found his teasing so cute. “Ummm hmmmm” She could just nod her head in agreement as her sensitive breasts were being toyed with mercilessly.
Quickly he altered his destination from her delicate undersides to her ultra sensitive hollows. The sudden shift made her burst forth with desperate laughter. Her hollows were TERRIBLE. She for the first time couldn’t move her arms an inch to offer even futile defense. The intense helplessness even altered the sensation slightly. It tickled a little differently and little bit more than it normally would.
Amanda threw her head back and forth as much as her neck restraint would allow with her eyes squeezed painfully shut. The laughter was beginning to fully consume her again and she loved it. She was so glad that she was bound so TIGHTLY. There was nothing she could do to stop the overwhelming sensations from invading her. That is why she loves Greg so much. She was free to scream as much as she wanted with no fear of stopping the attention she so desperately craved.
Greg followed her thrashing head at every step. His face never left lock step with hers. He loved being able to share in her genuine desperation. Amanda’s sweet laughter from such a vantage point sounded almost as though it was originating from him. He could sense every muscle in her body straining for freedom only finding the comfort of a tight leather strap holding it properly in place. There was no where she could go to escape her *ticklish* fate and the waves of pure power and lust were washing over Greg again as he watched his poor sensitive wife suffer.
Just the thought of the word sent evil ideas running through his head. He was addicted. Even her desperate laughter now wasn’t enough. He began alternating from her ticklish hollows to her protruding ribs. He never let her get comfortable in any one place too long. The multiple sensations were crashing into her like a ticklish train wreck. Each new spot in their heightened state emitted a unique squeal of discomfort from his tormented slave girl. Her laughter turned to desperate screams as he began exploring her hips and the protruding hip bones of her pocket points.
If she could have managed words she would have begged so sweetly for mercy. She was so glad that she was approaching desperate silent laughter because deep down she never wanted this to end.
Suddenly just as it began it ceased. The sensation of completely helpless mindless torture was almost too much to handle. So close to her He could feel her desperation for precious oxygen in her brief respite.
He kissed her lightly on the cheek as she breathed in deeply. “That’s my girl… breath in, deep breaths… just like that.” For some reason his encouragement made Amanda feel so warm and loved inside. He was there with her helping her through her terrible torment. “Now tell me Amanda… What did we have for DINNER?”
Some questions you just don’t need to answer. This was one of them. It was almost so silly. It was something just between the two of them and it held her so CAPTIVE.
“Awww, you’re not going to tell me huh?” Amanda playfully shook her head back and forth in defiance. She was so scared of blurting out the answer she just refrained from talking.
“Oh well, we have WAYS of making you talk young lady.” Amanda was doing a fine job of being completely aroused as it was. The hint of interrogation wasn’t necessary but it hit home when Greg turned on the vibrator.
The loud moaning that escaped her lips was all that could be heard in the entire room. Instantaneously her hips were set grinding against her new toy at a quite feverish pace. Her clit had never been nuzzled quite like that before. The feeling was truly exhilarating. All she could do was give into it. Greg knew that it would not take long. As any caring husband would he added to her plight.
“Awwwwwwwwww, does that feel good on your swollen little clit Amanda?” Greg rubbed her inner thighs that were flexing in time with the evil vibrations. The warm kiss of his breath in her ear was like a straw threatening to break the back of her arousal.
Amanda could just scream at the top of her lungs as her earthy moans were consuming her, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Feeling the two stiff feathers gently sawing against her turgid nipples caused Amanda to throw her head back and moan desperately with giggles sprinkled in for seasoning to explain the electric ticklish sensations that wee coursing from her breasts through her deliciously stimulated loins.
Greg took the opportunity to lovingly kiss and nibble along her neck. She couldn’t take it. Amanda’s grinding of her now hyper-sensitive clit against her new toy just became more and more desperate as her moans became less and less intelligible, but more and more riveting to Greg as he just observed his cute little slave girl in her own world of torturous bliss. Greg truly loved giving his wife the pleasure she craved so desperately. He especially loved when he had to GENTLY force it on her because she couldn’t sit still for it otherwise. Holding the keys to her desires was a responsibility that he gladly accepted. He loved seeing her hands balled up and her wrists flexing in their full range of motion. He drank in the sight of her sensual suffering deep within him.
Against the strong vibrations her entire body became electrified. It didn’t help that a side effect of the cushioning was that in addition to her overly sensitive clit her inner thighs were being lightly tickled by the reverberations. A delicious side effect that even Greg didn’t calculate for. The more sadistically diabolical you are, the luckier you get.
She could only manage one word through her desperate moaning, “Please…”
“What did we have for dinner Amanda?”
She didn’t have time for games, especially games as CHIILDISH as that. She just needed release, the tantilizing vibrations threatened to rip her in half and she needed permission to let it happen.
“Please…”
“Still not going to tell me, fine have it your way…” He put down one of his feathers to turn the vibrator from low to medium. The effect was as instant as it was devastating. She only had time for one last word….
“Please ohhhhh ohhhhhhhh!” The tingly sensations in her loins had once again reached critical mass. Amanda couldn’t stop from Cumming against the strong vibrations. She was so ashamed (which unfortunately only made her orgasm harder). She had not had an orgasm without permission in so long. The waves of pleasure were sent crashing over her once again. It only made the desperate grinding between her legs even more intense. This orgasm was much more electric than the others. It sent warm electric shocks of pleasure to all her muscles as they yearned deliciously against her tight leather straps. She loved bondage so much, and she was making quick friends with her new electronic toy.
There was no loll between eruptions. As the first one subsided just the continued sawing of the tendrils over her ample breasts sent her tumbling back on the road to orgasm. With his face so close to hers his sadistic grin grew larger and larger as each desperate scream was torn from deep within her. Greg delighted in forcing two more catastrophic explosions from our helpless heroine.
He gratefully turned off the evil vibrator. She was jelly in her bonds. The leather straps were the only thing that held her up at this point. He let her breathe at her own pace. He put down the evil feathers. He gently massaged her thigh muscles that must have been aching as orgasm after orgasm was forced from deep within them. He gently blew into her ear. His warm breath reminded her of the world that she had left behind. His gentle massage served to relieve the soreness, but only rebuild the fires within her. She hadn’t felt like this since she was in her early twenties. She was almost guilty that she was ready so soon after orgasm and poor Greg had to wait so long. It was alright though; Greg always made her suffer thoroughly for her unfair advantage.
His loving kiss returned to her cheek as she let out a cleansing sigh and her breathing was adequate to speak. “What did we have for dinner Amanda?” She cringed at the very question despite his affections.
“You’re sick you know that!” Amanda so loved when Greg would make her confront her most erotic fears.
“Of course I know that Amanda… now what did we have for dinner?”
It was hard to imagine how he could be so sweet 95% f the time and such a sadistic bastard when they were alone. That’s why she loved Greg so much. How could anyone but him make someone they love so much suffer through a romantic dinner facing their deepest fears and desires?
“Lobster.”
He leaned in even closer to hear her. He wanted to enjoy his triumph for as long as possible. “I’m sorry what did you say?”
Amanda thought to herself ‘He thinks he’s so cute.’ She began to lovingly nibble his ear and let her warm breath tease him. He had been so unselfish it was time to give him what he wanted. She whispered so loudly. “I said that we ate lobster for dinner. You know I love eating sweet Lobster Greg. You know what my favorite part is. I love Lobster claws Greg. I really Lovvvve Lobster claws Greg….” She said it so seductively as though Greg needed any encouragement. She was so perfect in Greg’s eyes. Who but Amanda could so openly invite merciless tickle torture on their most sensitive spot?
“Oh really, well I took two of them home with me…” The words sealed her ticklish fate. The worst part of her body was the quadriceps muscle from her knee to the top of her thigh when pinched with well, for lack of a better term Lobster Claws.
Greg was merciless. It took him years to find this delicious spot and he used it to his full advantage. He started at her thigh and just kept massaging and pinching her thighs with the intent to tickle and she went absolutely ballistic.
Amanda felt such a conflict within her. The laughter erupted from her stomach. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She just threw her head back and screamed while Greg was teasing her in her ear about lobster claws out to get her. All that she could do was to keep repeating the word no whenever she had the breath between desperate screams. It seemed so childish, but it made her feel like such a loved little girl inside. It really got to her. It was her favorite thing in the world. Her body was instinctively trying to fight and get away from the terrible sensations that her master was forcing on her. Deep within her the little girl who had all those naughty fantasies is just so glad that someone took the time to tie her up so tightly that she can’t get away from what she really wants no matter how much she suffers.
Greg was in heaven. His merciless verbal teasing about lobsters coming to get Amanda as he clawed fiendishly at her supple thighs was so much fun. It just allowed him to let go. He felt like he was that 18 year old kid tickling his girlfriend for the first time. Only this time she was tied EXACLTY the way she should be. He took in all the subtle details. Anyone could hear her laughing and desperate screaming for mercy. Greg took in all the little things. Her fists were balled up and flexing with her wrists. The way her tiny feet flailed about even though they could do her no good. He loved the feeling of her leg muscles tensing and flexing only to relax in rapid fire succession-nothing alleviating the cruel sensations that he was forcing on her no matter how hard she tried. Then he went for the kill. He began to massage the delicate tendons around her knees. She went into silent laughter. He always liked to silently count her teeth to himself when he forced her into this level of hysteria. It made him feel so proud of himself.
The mindless torture of her sensitive legs must have gone on for 15 minutes. Amanda lay there nearly spent. She could just focus on the rising and falling of her chest as she was given a final rest. Even the most torturous tickling yet only served to restock the burning desire and rapid moistening deep within.
She repeated his four favorite words… “You’re so FUCKING sadistic.” He always loved it when Amanda cursed passionately at him. She leered at him from behind her long locks. He moved around in front of her and looked her right in the eye as her breathing normalized. She looked at him with fear and amazement.
“That’s nothing. Don’t think I forgot that you came without permission young lady.” Before she had time to voice how unfair it was to hold her to that with her new toy he turned the vibrator wedged onto her womanhood back to medium. Her hips were his to control with the vibrator. She could just be made as docile as possible and helplessly grind her hips against her new toy as much as his devilish leather straps would let her. The intensity of the vibrations only made her feel more and more helpless which only made her more aroused which al combined to make a sweet trip to bliss a very short journey. Her small fingers now gripped the arms of the chair tightly as she began to work herself to her next orgasm. Her poor swollen clit and furiously gyrating hips had minds of their own. In her sensitive state after so many climaxes even her disheveled hair tickled her nipples sweetly as it draped over her breasts from her frantic struggling.
She fought as hard as she could to keep eye contact with him no matter how good it felt. He had removed her blindfold for a reason. He wanted to see the passion in her eyes when she erupted in orgasmic bliss. Who was she to deny him?
Just as she was approaching her next orgasm his fingers toyed neatly with her knees again. She couldn’t stand the sight of it. It pushed orgasm to the backburner but only served to arouse her further. Her knees were her worst spot. He didn’t tickle them too much. After all, he wanted her to cum through being tickled with his evil lobster claws.
Amanda looked at him deeply as his right hand went to the vibrator. She knew what was about to happen and she couldn’t wait. If she had any breath left from desperate moaning and sweet giggling she would have dared him. Greg flipped the switch on the terrible device to its high setting. Greg knew that this would get to her quickly.
“You can cum all you want Amanda. I am not gong to stop until I have had MY satisfaction.” Just like that his hands returned to her supple smooth thighs and her ticklish knees. She was making sounds that were foreign to both of them somewhere between laughter, silent laughter, and just plain screaming. It would stop and start and then just go for a really long time. The one thing that Greg was sure of was that his poor wife was suffering. She was suffering so sweetly for him.
He could tell by her desperate tensing and the sheer flood of her juices that she was now caught in the throws of yet another orgasm but there was no sound coming from her desperately quaking form. It almost scared Greg… almost. Her mouth just stayed wide open as her hips did the best job they could do to maximize the friction on her poor swollen clit. It had been through so much. This was a truly muscle wrenching climax. He felt so proud of himself. Greg mercifully turned the vibrator back down to medium (after all, he had to have someone left to tickle torture tomorrow).
As she came down from her orgasmic high she just sucked in all available air and let out a bone shattering scream as she just let go. The tears of her bliss flowed freely down to the corners of her inviting smile. Greg felt the throbbing despair return to his own loins watching his beautiful wife experience the torment of sheer bliss over and over again. She was his. Every inch of her naked body was all his. She wished she could wrap herself in a bow and lay under a tree for him. She was his to do with whatever he wished. Every fiber of her being longed for his merciless cruel attention at that very moment. Just as he promised the evil vibrations didn’t stop. Neither did her desperate humping of her new favorite toy either.
She saw Greg get up and knew exactly what he wanted. She had not even told him about her fantasies of this moment. She longed to be in his service. Being his helpless little slave girl only added to her lust for her. He got up, pulled down his pants and walked toward her. With all of her that was still on this side of reality she licked her lips as her body was still on his evil roller coaster (and never really wanted to get off.) As hard as it was with the electric shocks of pleasure coursing through her veins she looked Greg right in the eye as she took his throbbing manhood in her mouth. He let his hand caress gently through her hair.
Just looking down at her, her perfect naked body at the mercy of the devilish vibrator, watching as her restrained body tries desperately to grind up against it, seeing her hard nipples pulsing under even the stimulation of her own hair. The lewd spectacle before him of his naughty house wife was literally intoxicating. The cool feelings of euphoria washed over him again as his wife’s soft knowing tongue gently teased and caressed the very tip of his manhood inside her warm wet mouth. She slid it delicately underneath his sensitive member as he gently slid in and out of her wanting mouth.
He could feel the muscles in her neck tense as her belly was beginning to squeeze. He wanted to time it perfectly. His increases in rhythm only added to her arousal. The fire between their locked eyes reached critical mass as they were both mounting towards ecstasy.
Almost simultaneously as her orgasm took grip of her midsection and spread like wildfire to the very tips of her toes and her fingertips Greg followed in kind seeing the spectacle of her perfect toes curl, her muscles straining against their bonds, and the deep moan against him coming from her deepest passion. Her juices flowed freely over her two new toys as she let go of everything. There was no shame as she lewdly ground herself into the vibrator forcing wave after wave of pleasure through her entire body.
Greg was once again trying to steady himself as the muscles in his aching balls seemed bent on emptying every bit of fluid in his body into the waiting mouth of his slave girl (who swallowed all of him). Feeling thrust after thrust of his scrotum every nerve in his entire body stood at attention. Greg could barely concentrate enough to turn off the vibrator after Amanda had finished with her last glorious climax.
So this is what bliss feels like. Two people who are madly in love laying on top of one another in sheer exhaustion. Amanda’s breathing was quite erratic. “Thank you…” was all that she could manage. She tried desperately to recover but had the sneaking suspicion that she would never be the same.
After about half an hour of gentle caressing and needed recuperation Greg set about untying his beautiful wife that indulged him so. For some reason Amanda did not have her usual hard time parting with her bondage. She had a fresh sense of contentment, not to mention the promise that it was not far from her as she looked toward the next day.
One by one Greg undid the straps that held his perfect lady captive and set her free once again. She flexed all of her muscles and stretched deliciously sure that no matter what she did the feelings of her torment would hopefully linger for a little while longer.
For some reason to Greg as beautiful as Amanda was, now was the time she looked most ravishing. She was basking in the sweet glow of her their shared passion. Ever hair out of place was put their by their mutual enjoyment of each other and the pleasure that they shared. Something in Greg’s heart always warmed when he saw Amanda so happy. All her cruel teasing to get him to peak arousal in the gaze of the public eye was definitely worth the devastating results.
She tried to move but she was so weak. The vast majority of her strength now absorbed in the tight leather straps that had bound her (and a little had dripped onto the sheets and cushions). Greg could see that she was exhausted, and with good reason. He just couldn’t get over how much she enjoyed even his most diabolical ideas about tormenting her.
He picked her up in his strong arms and carried her to the bathroom. She could barely keep her hands around his neck while he walked. “You drive me crazy do you know that?”
She squeezed his neck tightly and nibbled at the base of his ear as she finally cooed “Awww it’s not like I do it on purpose.” That type of cuteness could bring a tear even to the eyes of a Sadist. With that Amanda drifted off into a deep peaceful sleep.
She woke up about an hour or so later. It was hard to tell. She felt the rush of warm water all around her and realized she was in their whirlpool tub. The sensations of the bubbles helped sooth the tension in her deliciously sore muscles. After all, tomorrow was another day. She just nuzzled tightly against Greg’s muscular frame and drifted off back to sleep. Just before she reached unconsciousness she had made up her mind to get a LOT more pedicures on her own from now on.
They both knew that this was a time of new beginnings. Their romantic life had matured to a new level. They achieved this by rekindling the passions of their youth. Remembering first love is sometimes hard with the many distractions of domestic life. It’s important to take time away together as a couple so that you can just enjoy being together. There were few places that offered the same romantic powers as the New Jersey Shore.
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