Joshua prepares for his weekly session of tickle torture. Little does he know, a massive surprise is in store for him.
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Joshua entered his master bedroom and closed the door behind him, placing his briefcase next to the dresser. His first move was to loosen and discard his tie, following by kicking off his shoes. Traffic had held him up way later than usual; he knew he only had a short time to prepare before she would arrive. One by one he lit the candles dotted around the room. After lighting the final one he shut the blinds, so that the bedroom was bathed in a warm orange hue.
The next step was to undress. Joshua unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt, shedding his corporate skin. Eventually he was left in only his boxers; she had commanded that he leave them on, as she loved to strip them away from his during the session. Joshua folded the clothes neatly, placing them carefully on a chair in the corner of the room. He crouched down and lifted a sturdy black case out from under the bedframe, placing it down on the bedside table. He opened the lid to reveal an array of tools and equipment, most of which would get used at some point within the next few hours. Plucking out a set of matching wrist and ankle cuffs, he sat on the edge of the bed and began locking them around his limbs. Putting on the cuffs like this always made him feel so submissive; wrapping himself in leather for a woman not even in the house yet.
Adorned in his bondage restraints, Joshua returned to the black case, this time picking out a thick blindfold and formidable bit gag. He placed the bit into his mouth and fiddled with the strap until the gag was secure. He tried to say a few test phrases; as expected, only a river of nonsense came out. Joshua slipped the blindfold over his eyes, the final step in his preparations. The cosy candlelight was replaced with utter darkness. The submissive stretched out across his large four poster bed in a wide X shape. With an anxious shudder and a deep breath, Joshua relaxed, knowing he had nothing left to do except await her arrival.
After roughly 10 minutes of waiting, just as Joshua began to feel himself sinking into the comfortable mattress, the faint sound of the front door slamming shut startled him. The next 30 seconds were painfully silent as he lay there on edge. Eventually he began to hear the clack of heels halfway up the wooden staircase. He continued to lay still, vision obscured and mouth beginning to water under his gag. The clacking grew gradually louder as she walked slowly down the hall. The sound was lighter than normal; more like traditional office high heels than the heavy leather boots she normally wore. His nerves jolted at the sound of the brass doorhandle turning. With a slight creak the door swung open, a wave of air washing over Joshua’s nearly naked body. He could hear her cautiously close the door. The sound of heels on wood resumed, so loud and ominous now that he could tell she was right next to the bed. She stood there for a while; even blindfolded, Joshua could feel her gaze running up and down his body.
A soft hand seized his right arm, guiding it to the very corner of the bed. He could hear the jingle of the metal clip as she pulled the restraint strap from under the mattress and brought it in towards his wrist. With a swift motion she was done, already stepping down towards his right foot. He gave his arm a quick tug; as usual, it was hopelessly tethered and utterly immovable. Before long his ankles were both restrained, leaving his legs spread wide. Even though they were still covered by his underwear, his privates felt dangerously exposed to such a devious woman. She made quick work of his other wrist, leaving him no hope of even struggling, let alone escaping her torment.
Once again, she stood silently watching her prize. Joshua could feel his dick rising in his boxers, relentlessly turned on by the anticipation. A soft scraping sound began to trail along the side of the bed. It grew closer, racking his nerves with every inch. The fingernail leapt from the bedsheet into his left armpit, planted right in the centre. Joshua let out a nervous giggle before hastily stifling himself. The fingernail ran lazily around his pit, dancing through his armpit hair and leaving a wake of tingles. Joshua wasn’t laughing yet, but he could feel an involuntary smirk building on his face. The nail ran down along his sides for a brief few seconds before returning to harass his armpit. She repeated this a handful of times, in and out, teasing the poor sub terribly. The lone fingernail became four as she lightly raked all along his armpit. Joshua sputtered a few giggles into his gag and instinctively twisted at his binds, but the leather cuffs were unyielding.
Her other hand skittered along his neck, making him press his head down in a feeble attempt to stop her. Between the unending teasing torture in his armpit and the constant probing neck attacks, Joshua’s gagged giggles were pouring forth. His cock was fully engaged by now, although it never took her long to get him going this much. He felt the mattress shift as she sat next to him. Both hands withdrew suddenly. He could sense her leaning over his body now, her breath faintly landing on his chest. A rush of excitement burst through him. Even though this was his third session, and he’d been a submissive sexual partner his entire life, the thrill of being tied and vulnerable in front of a dominant woman never lost its magic for him.
Eight nails descended on him now, one hand waiting patiently on each of his forearms. The nails began to walk slowly, stepping along his arms. Joshua shifted around nervously as the fingers edged closer towards his armpits. The fingernails marched across his biceps, each movement heightening his growing fear. They tucked themselves into his waiting pits. Without warning, both hands swiped quickly along his exposed armpits. Joshua let out a surprised yelp. She repeated the action again, and again, sweeping both armpits at the same time every two seconds. Joshua’s shocked yelps developed into uneven giggling. She sped up her movements, the ticklish sensation building as Joshua chuckled and tried to tug his arms away. Finally, she broke out into a full-on tickle assault, spidering in and out of his armpits. Joshua was laughing ceaselessly by now, wriggling his body as much as possible.
“Noo-ooo-oo… sssto-oopp ittt”, he uttered unintelligibly amongst his riotous laughter.
The onslaught continued for another 30 seconds before her lethal fingernails began to slow down. Joshua took the opportunity to catch his breath. He could feel the sweat already on his skin. The bed shifted again as she swung her leg over his body, straddling his stomach. Curiously, Joshua could feel soft fabric blanketing his chest; unusual considering the leather corset she had worn the last two sessions. He was roused from his thoughts when a hand gripped his cock. The lithe fingers glided up and down the shaft. Although the feeling was muted through his boxers, his eyes still rolled as he let out a deep sigh. The hand kept caressing his member, the pleasure so great that he could feel the pre cum leaking into his underwear.
“Do you want to see your Mistress now?”, she asked in an aloof, domineering tone.
Her voice sounded much higher pitched, almost different entirely, but his mind was so submerged in pleasure that he nodded automatically. Her hand abandoned his cock, reaching over and grabbing his blindfold. The light momentarily blinded Joshua as she plucked the blindfold off him. Once his eyes adjusted however, the sight before him truly shocked him. The women currently straddling him, that had teased and tortured him, was not the woman he had been waiting for.
Joshua had expected to see his mistress before him. He had finally gathered the courage to contact her a month ago. She was beyond stunning; 5’10, sharp and fierce features, raven black hair that ran down past her toned shoulders, always clad in striking leather attire. The woman currently planted on his waist couldn’t look any more different. She seemed at least half a foot shorter, with shorter chestnut hair drawn into a small ponytail. Her figure was a lot smaller too, more “girl next door” than brutal dominatrix. Instead of a leather corset she was dressed in a classic maid costume. Her face was much rounder, almost kind looking, and….
“Juhh---lllia?”, Joshua exclaimed into his gag with complete surprise.
“Hello Joshua. Or should I say Mr Barnes? I am your maid after all!”, she said cheekily.
“I bet you weren’t expecting to see me mounted on top of you, huh? Well, it’s just that, as your maid, I felt I wasn’t fulfilling all of your needs. But don’t worry, by the time we’re done tonight, you’ll be more than satisfied with my service…”
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Joshua entered his master bedroom and closed the door behind him, placing his briefcase next to the dresser. His first move was to loosen and discard his tie, following by kicking off his shoes. Traffic had held him up way later than usual; he knew he only had a short time to prepare before she would arrive. One by one he lit the candles dotted around the room. After lighting the final one he shut the blinds, so that the bedroom was bathed in a warm orange hue.
The next step was to undress. Joshua unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt, shedding his corporate skin. Eventually he was left in only his boxers; she had commanded that he leave them on, as she loved to strip them away from his during the session. Joshua folded the clothes neatly, placing them carefully on a chair in the corner of the room. He crouched down and lifted a sturdy black case out from under the bedframe, placing it down on the bedside table. He opened the lid to reveal an array of tools and equipment, most of which would get used at some point within the next few hours. Plucking out a set of matching wrist and ankle cuffs, he sat on the edge of the bed and began locking them around his limbs. Putting on the cuffs like this always made him feel so submissive; wrapping himself in leather for a woman not even in the house yet.
Adorned in his bondage restraints, Joshua returned to the black case, this time picking out a thick blindfold and formidable bit gag. He placed the bit into his mouth and fiddled with the strap until the gag was secure. He tried to say a few test phrases; as expected, only a river of nonsense came out. Joshua slipped the blindfold over his eyes, the final step in his preparations. The cosy candlelight was replaced with utter darkness. The submissive stretched out across his large four poster bed in a wide X shape. With an anxious shudder and a deep breath, Joshua relaxed, knowing he had nothing left to do except await her arrival.
After roughly 10 minutes of waiting, just as Joshua began to feel himself sinking into the comfortable mattress, the faint sound of the front door slamming shut startled him. The next 30 seconds were painfully silent as he lay there on edge. Eventually he began to hear the clack of heels halfway up the wooden staircase. He continued to lay still, vision obscured and mouth beginning to water under his gag. The clacking grew gradually louder as she walked slowly down the hall. The sound was lighter than normal; more like traditional office high heels than the heavy leather boots she normally wore. His nerves jolted at the sound of the brass doorhandle turning. With a slight creak the door swung open, a wave of air washing over Joshua’s nearly naked body. He could hear her cautiously close the door. The sound of heels on wood resumed, so loud and ominous now that he could tell she was right next to the bed. She stood there for a while; even blindfolded, Joshua could feel her gaze running up and down his body.
A soft hand seized his right arm, guiding it to the very corner of the bed. He could hear the jingle of the metal clip as she pulled the restraint strap from under the mattress and brought it in towards his wrist. With a swift motion she was done, already stepping down towards his right foot. He gave his arm a quick tug; as usual, it was hopelessly tethered and utterly immovable. Before long his ankles were both restrained, leaving his legs spread wide. Even though they were still covered by his underwear, his privates felt dangerously exposed to such a devious woman. She made quick work of his other wrist, leaving him no hope of even struggling, let alone escaping her torment.
Once again, she stood silently watching her prize. Joshua could feel his dick rising in his boxers, relentlessly turned on by the anticipation. A soft scraping sound began to trail along the side of the bed. It grew closer, racking his nerves with every inch. The fingernail leapt from the bedsheet into his left armpit, planted right in the centre. Joshua let out a nervous giggle before hastily stifling himself. The fingernail ran lazily around his pit, dancing through his armpit hair and leaving a wake of tingles. Joshua wasn’t laughing yet, but he could feel an involuntary smirk building on his face. The nail ran down along his sides for a brief few seconds before returning to harass his armpit. She repeated this a handful of times, in and out, teasing the poor sub terribly. The lone fingernail became four as she lightly raked all along his armpit. Joshua sputtered a few giggles into his gag and instinctively twisted at his binds, but the leather cuffs were unyielding.
Her other hand skittered along his neck, making him press his head down in a feeble attempt to stop her. Between the unending teasing torture in his armpit and the constant probing neck attacks, Joshua’s gagged giggles were pouring forth. His cock was fully engaged by now, although it never took her long to get him going this much. He felt the mattress shift as she sat next to him. Both hands withdrew suddenly. He could sense her leaning over his body now, her breath faintly landing on his chest. A rush of excitement burst through him. Even though this was his third session, and he’d been a submissive sexual partner his entire life, the thrill of being tied and vulnerable in front of a dominant woman never lost its magic for him.
Eight nails descended on him now, one hand waiting patiently on each of his forearms. The nails began to walk slowly, stepping along his arms. Joshua shifted around nervously as the fingers edged closer towards his armpits. The fingernails marched across his biceps, each movement heightening his growing fear. They tucked themselves into his waiting pits. Without warning, both hands swiped quickly along his exposed armpits. Joshua let out a surprised yelp. She repeated the action again, and again, sweeping both armpits at the same time every two seconds. Joshua’s shocked yelps developed into uneven giggling. She sped up her movements, the ticklish sensation building as Joshua chuckled and tried to tug his arms away. Finally, she broke out into a full-on tickle assault, spidering in and out of his armpits. Joshua was laughing ceaselessly by now, wriggling his body as much as possible.
“Noo-ooo-oo… sssto-oopp ittt”, he uttered unintelligibly amongst his riotous laughter.
The onslaught continued for another 30 seconds before her lethal fingernails began to slow down. Joshua took the opportunity to catch his breath. He could feel the sweat already on his skin. The bed shifted again as she swung her leg over his body, straddling his stomach. Curiously, Joshua could feel soft fabric blanketing his chest; unusual considering the leather corset she had worn the last two sessions. He was roused from his thoughts when a hand gripped his cock. The lithe fingers glided up and down the shaft. Although the feeling was muted through his boxers, his eyes still rolled as he let out a deep sigh. The hand kept caressing his member, the pleasure so great that he could feel the pre cum leaking into his underwear.
“Do you want to see your Mistress now?”, she asked in an aloof, domineering tone.
Her voice sounded much higher pitched, almost different entirely, but his mind was so submerged in pleasure that he nodded automatically. Her hand abandoned his cock, reaching over and grabbing his blindfold. The light momentarily blinded Joshua as she plucked the blindfold off him. Once his eyes adjusted however, the sight before him truly shocked him. The women currently straddling him, that had teased and tortured him, was not the woman he had been waiting for.
Joshua had expected to see his mistress before him. He had finally gathered the courage to contact her a month ago. She was beyond stunning; 5’10, sharp and fierce features, raven black hair that ran down past her toned shoulders, always clad in striking leather attire. The woman currently planted on his waist couldn’t look any more different. She seemed at least half a foot shorter, with shorter chestnut hair drawn into a small ponytail. Her figure was a lot smaller too, more “girl next door” than brutal dominatrix. Instead of a leather corset she was dressed in a classic maid costume. Her face was much rounder, almost kind looking, and….
“Juhh---lllia?”, Joshua exclaimed into his gag with complete surprise.
“Hello Joshua. Or should I say Mr Barnes? I am your maid after all!”, she said cheekily.
“I bet you weren’t expecting to see me mounted on top of you, huh? Well, it’s just that, as your maid, I felt I wasn’t fulfilling all of your needs. But don’t worry, by the time we’re done tonight, you’ll be more than satisfied with my service…”
