m/f master tickle slave
like most of my work at least 9 pages so its in a file
Visitor
He had always been creative and playful in their lives, and especially in the bedroom. When the parcel arrived at the door Cassie found her hands and fingers tremble just a little in anticipation and pleasure. She took in a big deep breath and summoned up her courage and signed for it. She found herself pressing her back to the door after she closed it, her knees were weak, her heart was racing and her nipples now stood up very hard and oh so sensitive under her T-shirt.
She had been expecting and secretly hoping for this as the long weekend had grown closer and closer. Now she held in her hands a present from her visitor. Her hands trembled and her mind raced as many events from her past flooded back into her mind of her time with the visitor and the pleasures he had introduced into her life. This package would be another one of those wonderful trips into her sexual and sometimes nightmarish mental landscape.
It was not large or heavy and unlike some of the other packages she had signed for over the years it did not have the tell tale rattle of chains or restraints but it also dud not flop around like tiny lingerie in an oversized box either. Her curiosity was peaked like it always was with him just before his arrival. He knew how these little gifts excited and tormented her mind, her imagination was the greatest instrument of torture he had told her many times what ever was in the box she knew she was going to either love or dread.
the rest in a file below
like most of my work at least 9 pages so its in a file
Visitor
He had always been creative and playful in their lives, and especially in the bedroom. When the parcel arrived at the door Cassie found her hands and fingers tremble just a little in anticipation and pleasure. She took in a big deep breath and summoned up her courage and signed for it. She found herself pressing her back to the door after she closed it, her knees were weak, her heart was racing and her nipples now stood up very hard and oh so sensitive under her T-shirt.
She had been expecting and secretly hoping for this as the long weekend had grown closer and closer. Now she held in her hands a present from her visitor. Her hands trembled and her mind raced as many events from her past flooded back into her mind of her time with the visitor and the pleasures he had introduced into her life. This package would be another one of those wonderful trips into her sexual and sometimes nightmarish mental landscape.
It was not large or heavy and unlike some of the other packages she had signed for over the years it did not have the tell tale rattle of chains or restraints but it also dud not flop around like tiny lingerie in an oversized box either. Her curiosity was peaked like it always was with him just before his arrival. He knew how these little gifts excited and tormented her mind, her imagination was the greatest instrument of torture he had told her many times what ever was in the box she knew she was going to either love or dread.
the rest in a file below
