isurrender
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- Nov 13, 2015
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I was going through a weird avoidance of my fetish recently that reminded me of the time I was reluctant to tell my partner not to smother me with her big breasts during bondage. Ever since I became engaged, then married, I haven't asked her to tie me down. She's real bossy anyway, so the thought of letter her have complete control over me in bed stated to seem too dominating, even for me. I still fantasized about being tickle tortured while we had intercourse, and we usually tickle each other during foreplay, but nothing like it used to be when she would tie me down, sit on me, and tickle me for up to an half-hour. I thought maybe I had outgrown this childish fantasy.
Last Friday, we were watching Euphoria, a kinky show on HBO, when she dug out our old bondage restraints. She asked me why I never asked her to tie me down anymore.
"Don't you trust me? Are you afraid I'll smother you?"
I assured her that I trusted her and I let her fasten me down to the bed, spread-eagled. I had a boner right away, so obviously I didn't outgrow my childish fetish.
"I'm going to tickle your armpits," she said.
She did and I burst out laughing. At that moment I felt an overwhelming feeling of joy. Has anybody else experience this at the moment you lose control?
She knows my underarms are the most ticklish part of my body, and tickling them always forces me to laugh. She briefly smothered me with her cleavage, muffling my laughter. Instead of anxiety, I actually liked it and wished she would've done it longer.
My favorite part was when she made me stare at her big ass while she repeatedly said "coochie, coochie, coo" and scribbled her fingers over my feet. I enjoyed that more than when she let me go and rode on top of me.
Last Friday, we were watching Euphoria, a kinky show on HBO, when she dug out our old bondage restraints. She asked me why I never asked her to tie me down anymore.
"Don't you trust me? Are you afraid I'll smother you?"
I assured her that I trusted her and I let her fasten me down to the bed, spread-eagled. I had a boner right away, so obviously I didn't outgrow my childish fetish.
"I'm going to tickle your armpits," she said.
She did and I burst out laughing. At that moment I felt an overwhelming feeling of joy. Has anybody else experience this at the moment you lose control?
She knows my underarms are the most ticklish part of my body, and tickling them always forces me to laugh. She briefly smothered me with her cleavage, muffling my laughter. Instead of anxiety, I actually liked it and wished she would've done it longer.
My favorite part was when she made me stare at her big ass while she repeatedly said "coochie, coochie, coo" and scribbled her fingers over my feet. I enjoyed that more than when she let me go and rode on top of me.