Naked Tickle and Tease
Playtime: my favorite thing. I am 100% lee, and there is nothing I enjoy more than a good tickle. I climbed on to my bed and laid down on the comforter in my jeans and black top ready for fun. My shoes were off, I had removed all my jewelry, and I was ready to be blindfolded. No one loves to be tickled more than me, so I was very excited. My body was positioned in the usual way so that he could tie me.
“I’m in position, and ready for you! Hello? Hello? Where are you?”
When he came into the room, he looked me over. He shook his head from left to right a few times, and made a groaning sound. “I thought you said you were ready. Why are your jeans and top still on? You are wearing a belt? I don’t think so. Lose the shirt and the jeans. When they are off, call me back in. Let’s see some skin Helena."
He walked towards the living room, and left me with a dilemma. He had tickled me a few times before. Each time, I had pants and a top on, and he had removed my footwear. He had tickled my tummy quite adequately, and was an expert on my bare feet, so it surprised me that he expected this occasion to be different from the last couple of times. What the heck was going on? He expected me to just casually take off my top and jeans, and then call him back into the room when I was finished? Like that isn’t a bit awkward.
I really wanted to play with him, so perhaps he would be willing to compromise on the clothing issue. I called him back to my bedroom by yelling, “I want to negotiate. I’ll take off the belt.” I removed it, and put it on the floor. I had worn it the other times we had played as extra security that my pants would stay up. Apparently, I would not have that device today.
He walked into the bedroom and I positioned myself on the bed so he could tie me. “Lose the jeans and the top. Take them off now. Do it if you want to play.” Oh, this just wasn’t fair. I didn’t know if I could do it myself, but perhaps he would remove my clothes for me. The thought of being stripped by him was starting to turn me on. “You take them off of me.” I raised my arms. I expected him to rip my top off but he didn’t.
“There are things I want to do to you that I can’t do while you are dressed. I have been giving your thighs some thought this week. I want to have full access to your legs. I want to be more aggressive with you, and tickle the backs of your legs and your bottom. If you remove your own clothing and present yourself too me, I will be certain that you want that tickling. Now that I’ve had time to consider things, I’ve wanted to have access to your chest and arms as well. Off with the panties and bra too!”
Oh my god! I wasn‘t expecting to be naked, and undressing myself. I had thought that today would be the same kind of session we had before with just my shoes off. He wanted me to undress myself if I wanted more from him than what he was giving me already. He was a really good tickler. I just didn’t know how to do what he asked the way he wanted me to do it. I like to be taken by an aggressive man, but he wanted me to give myself to him. I started to cry, because I had wanted to play with him, and I was unsure about whether I could strip.
“I hate you. Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m fine. Don’t touch me, I mean it. You are so demanding.” I screamed with frustration and had a psycho moment of torment: wanting to be stripped but being made to strip for him. “Damn it to all fucking hell, why can’t you just take my clothes off like a normal person?” Tears ran down my cheeks. “I’m submissive and I’m used to being taken.” Like everything else in life, my psycho moment ended.I regained my composure and slowly removed my shirt up over my head.
I laughed when he gently stroked my sides. He stroked his finger from my jeans to my ribs and I let out a screech. He repeated the stroking with a little more intensity. “I want to kiss and tickle your breasts and thighs. I’ll tease you to orgasm. I’ll spank your bottom. I’ll take you to bed and worship you. I want to use my teeth on the instep of your feet and run a comb over your soles. Lie down.”
I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles. I still had 2 more garments to go, and my need to be tickled overshadowed my modesty and I removed my black bra and panties. He came right to me and picked me up. He kissed my mouth using his tongue. He placed me on my bed and I was completely breathless. Now that I had showed my wanting by taking off my clothes, he bound me hand and foot spread eagle on the bed.
I was tied face up but he explored my back by sliding his hands underneath me. He kneaded my bottom with his hands and tickled my hips. The inside of my hips was so sensitive and I loved the sensations it gave me throughout my whole body. He slowly went to the inside of my thighs. One at a time he stroked them so lightly. I didn’t want him to stop. EVER. I let go and laughed for him really, really hard. It tickled me so much I screamed and screamed. He was mean with his fingers and mouth on my thighs, and I had not realized how ticklish I am there.
He got his comb and moved to my feet, and began running it over my soles. First he ran it up and down my foot. Then he went from side to side. I love that helpless feeling I get when my body cannot fight anymore, and I’m forced to make uncontrolled noises and screeches. When he used his teeth to nibble my instep, I screeched and lost control. He was really giving me everything he could to drive me nuts. It was fantastic, and I never wanted him to stop.
After the comb and teeth torture on my poor innocent feet, he sucked my toes! That bastard. He used his teeth to nibble them. He tickled the tops of my feet, and I finally begged him to stop it. I just needed him to move to a different spot because the sensations were too much for me.
He started to kiss and tickle my hips again and moved up to my breasts. He made circles around them with his tongue and then tickled my armpits and ribs with feathery touches. He was indeed a master tickler. He was worth taking all my clothes off for. I was tortured and tickled and teased beyond what I thought was my limit. I discovered my truly submissive side that day, and discovered that I can scream my safe word and mean it!
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Yet another hottie I can only dream of tickling. 
Flocky, 
