okay, now your just rubbing it in, lol.
well gosh i thouhgt it was just tickling, gags nipple clamps and foot spanking oh my. you are very lucky... WOW...
I have never failed to count my blessings. I know how lucky I am. I have a man who loves me enough, and loves sex enough, to indulge a fetish of mine that I'm sure less than one in 1,000 women have. I'm so lucky to have a man who will take 2 or 3 hours out of his night, even on a weeknight, to keep me tied up and tickle-torture me when he could easily just fuck me 10 minutes into the whole thing, untie me and fall dead-away asleep. He's never done that. He's too much of a romantic himself. Yes, I am incredibly fortunate.
We have our disagreements, like any married couple. But they have never blown up into all-out war, thank the lord. We talk a lot. Oddly, we rarely discuss our sex lives, other than him occasionally asking me what I want done to me. Usually, what happens to me is his choice, which is exciting because it's a mystery up until he does it. But we never really discuss our feelings about our love life, particularly his desires. It's fairly obvious that I love what he does to me. A blind man could see that. But I wonder just what our love life would be like if I didn't have my fetish and he had to call more of the shots in our relationship (yeah, we were deeply in love before I admitted to him what my peculiarities were).
Don't give up hope, young man. Let love happen, and maybe you can even convince your lady of the joys of consentual tickling. Use me as a reference. After all, I love it so much I can't believe other women wouldn't as well, long as it's being done with men they love and/or trust. Good luck.
On a lighter note, for years we were not so worried about our our emotional needs as we were about making sure our daughter didn't find out about us. We would always check to make sure she was asleep, and we would try to keep the noise down (occasionally I would consent to being gagged for that reason). We live in an older house, with keyholes in the bedroom doors. What if she woke up and tiptoed to our door and peeked inside? I can just imagine the scene at the breakfast table:
"Daddy, why was mommy giggling so much last night?"
"Daddy, why was mommy tied to the bed with no clothes on?"
"Daddy, why did you tickle mommy so much? Why didn't you stop when she told you to stop?"
"Daddy, why did you spank mommy's feet with your belt?"
"Daddy, what were those metal things on mommy's boobies?"
Kids say the darndest things. Grownups do the darndest things.
Love,
Jean
well gosh i thouhgt it was just tickling, gags nipple clamps and foot spanking oh my. you are very lucky... WOW...




