CassandraMarie
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The clock strikes 4 pm, it's time!
It has been two weeks of holiday, visiting family and traveling with no time or privacy for me to get my lee. He can tell I'm on edge, my whole body feels like a tension band about to break. So many things kept jumping in our way, but not this time! I couldn't handle another devastating blow, at this point I would drive anywhere and do anything to get my lee's body under my soft polished nails.
We set up the chair on the forklift to allow for easy adjustments, tie off his ankle and wrist straps. The moment is here, finally! I lean over him hands at the ready and thank him for the torture he is about to accept for me.
"Thank you my lee for being the most amazing part of my life. You are the strongest man I know. The only person able to give me what I need. What we have is so incredibly special, the way our fetishes intertwine. I never knew this kind of intense ecstasy and love existed. You are my lee and I am your ler. I love you with all my heart and soul."
I release and immediately all of my tension melts away, as my fingers spider attack his ribs, sides and pits. I bathe in ecstasy as I methodically hit all his spots. Energy surges through my body and out my finger tips. I am a ball of electricity zapping his most sensitive spots, with a flick of my fingers. Every laugh, scream and yell he gives me is most precious, in all the world. Nothing compares to the feelings they give me, the session has only just begun!
I lift his shirt and spider on his armpits. He tries to close them but I wont let him. I slow down the strokes, move lower down, slowly moving back up, tickle forcing his shoulders to move up and leave his pits exposed for my pleasure.
I feel like a wild beast mauling his entire body, exploring from one spot to the next. I can't believe how incredibly ticklish he is today. Every touch is like a shock to his nerves. I go back and lift the forks so his feet are at the perfect level for my assault. I slowly remove his right shoe and sock. I drag my nail on his foot testing. He jumps and laughs, oh wow! They are so soft and sensitive! I begin spidering my fingers on his arches moving to the ball and taking my thumbs in circles on his heels. I lose the ability to retain a single thought save one, my fetish. I want more, I always want more!
His left shoe comes off and both feet are now exposed. I can feel the energy within as he is screaming. I take his toes in my mouth teasing with my tongue and teeth, I worship his feet. They are in perfect condition, so soft and responsive to my every touch. I go back to using my fingers on the balls of his feet and toes. The ball of energy that had been building explodes and I orgasm. I keep tickling, I never want to stop this addictive feeling its like a drug. Once I get a taste I can't stop.
He is dripping with sweat, I put his socks and shoes back on to keep them warm and lower him back down. A half hour has gone by, yet it only feels like a fraction of that. I untie him for a short break for water. I know he doesn't want to get back in the chair. He hates being tickled, in fact he despises it. Tickling is my fetish, his is domination and my fingers will continue to dominate.
This next stretch is going to be longer and he knows it. He sits down, face void of colour, I do up the straps and look at him with smile. I am atingle, there is only the two of us in the entire world. Nothing else exists or even matters.
As I continue to drag my fingers over his body I can't believe how much I can get him to give me, with just my little fingers. He of course is fighting me trying to move out of position, yelling at me and trying not to scream. That's just it though, his strength and fight is what turns me on. When I see his battle within, eyes glowing with frustration, as he tries to contain his screams. I am compelled to tickle harder, my fingers are waging war with not only his body but his mind. Our fetishes unite and create the perfect synthesis.
As I'm leaning over his body one hand on his groin pressure tickling and the other spidering over his hip, I have another explosive orgasm. My fetish is 100% in control. I grab his penis and start sucking as I spider on his inner thighs. I can feel him throbbing and getting rock hard as I suck. I'm dripping wet. I stop denying him, continuing to spider. I have never felt so connected to my lee, our souls are fused together. I dig my thumbs into his pits, taking his breath away he almost passes out.
It is now 5:30 pm, I lower him down and untie him.
He is exhausted. Nevertheless it is not over yet. We clean up, put away the chair and forklift. I move the seats up in the car and he gets in. Laying across the back seats, he is ready to be strapped down again. Time for me to discover a whole new way to stretch his pits.
To Be Continued...
"Thank you my lee DeaconMye, I love you with all my heart, soul & fetish!"
"Thank you my lee DeaconMye, I love you with all my heart, soul & fetish!"
