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This is Part II of "In The Mind of A Fantasy Villain" which can be found either on this site at: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=79051
or on DA at: http://ticklishandinlove.deviantart.com/art/In-the-Mind-of-A-Fantasy-Villain-II-The-Game-512071968
(This, like the first one, was done in response to female lees sending private requests for an erotic fantasy they could insert themselves in. enjoy!)
In the Mind of A Fantasy Villain II: The Game
It has been two weeks since we first met.
I stroke your cheeks softly with my hands and kiss you deeply, smirking as my lips receive your fervent response, so hungry.
You are so hungry, but then, I remind you that you are the one to blame for this.
It was your eyes that kept looking at me so furtively between the shelves of books.
Did you not think I’d notice?
So you endured the innuendo I set for you our first night.
That is all it was to me really, that night I devastated you with ticklish caresses and kisses so deep while you writhed in hunger beneath me, around me and danced within my arms. An innuendo, a hint of what it means to play with one who plays for keeps.
And I will keep you. I will train you. I will perfect you.
For while, you are always lovely, in those moments you were a gorgeous creature freed by my hands, my thoughts, my devious, devious, precious thoughts.
I massage your shoulders and neck, releasing the tension there, even as I remind you that I told you I was a villain then when we first met.
Did you not take my words for granted?
Well, that is smart, I suppose, considering I trussed you up in a chastity belt with arousal gel placed deep into every fold of your soft hidden places.
I tantalize your nipples as I tease you by saying I suppose my placing that little vibrator just out of reach of your g-spot was a bit cruel, although it did insure your were never bored didn’t it?
But nothing prepared you for what happened when I freed you from the belt…
That was so delicious.
Eyeing you over as you, ecstatic, thought you would find release only to discover that the belt and vibrator were mere distractions.
I’ll have you know I savored a fine cognac as I watched your agony though the hidden cameras of your bedroom.
I suckled on strawberries and cherries as I listened to your screams for release that couldn’t be found.
I found them soothing as I went to sleep.
So now you know I am not lying when I say I dreamed of you every night this past week.
Enjoyed every moment as you tried again and again to achieve satisfaction, only to let loose primal screams and begging to the heavens.
You should have been begging to me.
But I will illuminate you now, as all villains eventually illuminate those they seek to conquer.
And I will conquer you.
In fact, I already have. It is just a matter of time till your recognize it.
And when you do, it will be sublime for both of us.
For in your agony, there will be release.
*
So now that you have learned I hold the key to ending your madness, let’s begin shall we?
I whisper in your ear in the deeply seductive voice I know drives you wild that I’d like to play a game.
I’ll have you know I play for keeps.
*
You notice that your ankles and knees are tied up to the couch, but you can move any other parts of yourself at will.
You may think that is my being sweet, but any sweetness of mine bears a hidden motive.
I hint at that fact as I tickle behind your knees as I walk past, winking your way.
*
Like clockwork, you strain to evade my touch, but can only strain to intercept my fingers.
I find your expression so delectable.
*
I sit down and pull out my first tool.
A camel hair paint brush.
I begin by telling you that I will give you release if you can keep from laughing for two minutes.
I stroke in between and around your cute little toes , teasing every crease and shooting you a flirtatious look, making you think it is all in fun.
It will be fun.
For me.
*
I dip the brush in between your toes and twist, watching your lips tremble and your teeth bite down.
I twist the other way and sweep unexpectedly across the arch of your toes and down towards your ankle, making you squeal and tears begin to form.
*
I promise you that release is only a few minutes away if you will but demonstrate this simple self-control.
But of course this game is rigged, as I couldn’t release you from your hungry agony if I wanted.
Your desire will continue to grow ceaselessly for two more weeks.
But the illusion of the possibility for mercy is what the real game is about.
*
Knowing you don’t know the real rules of the game, I cheer you on mockingly as I draw the paintbrush down to the center of your foot and begin drawing tiny circles, pleased that your lips refuse to stay shut, defying your bite.
I watch as your hands move from waving in the air to grasping on the fabric of the couch, to digging into your own arms, to waving about as if you would fly….all just expending energy like planned…making your will easier to break.
When tears are falling down your eyes, I let you hear me chuckle as I ask if you want to end this game…
You shake your head “yes”, pleading through tears.
I give you a devilish grin as I look at my watch and say, okay then, we have less than a minute to go, but I’ll end it now…
Then, keeping an eye on your expression as you begin to realize what is meant by that, I move the brush more rapidly across both your soles, making you give into waves of laughter, your eyes looking on helplessly as you realize you have been beaten.
I smirk at you and shrug, saying that there is always tomorrow.
Of course tomorrow will be rigged too.
And the day after,
And the day after,
And the week after…
But you don’t know that.
So I wink again and announce I intend to get my prize.
*
Your eyes widen when I say that, and you begin to beg.
I tell you I like the sound of that.
I move one of your legs to a nearby chair, making you fully accessible.
And I begin simply at first, tickling your ribs as I stand between your legs, my lips kissing yours so that you feed me that sweet sound, right into my mouth.
I love the sound of your screams echoing against my own throat.
I even move my tongue against yours, tickling it inside, just to lap up every frantic rhythm of your body.
Releasing your mouth, I look deep into your eyes to verify what I have suspected all along.
You are loving this aren’t you?
I smirk recognizing that I now hold a secret you have yet to admit to yourself.
That’s a powerful place to be.
That’s a powerful array of tools from with which to tease…
I move my hands up, tickling your armpits with light tantalizing strokes, moving from there, down alongside your breasts and over and all around your nipples, knowing it is increasing your need each time they are stroked.
You bite your lip trying to deny me the sounds of your desire.
I know how to handle moments like this.
I keep up the tickling along your nipples, making you giggle and moan, pinching gently as I lean down to kiss your neck, nuzzling like a lover and tracing my lips up to your ear where I nibble, letting my warm breath mark its territory all along your throat.
You sigh with pleasure and your lips part unconsciously…
I choose that moment to move my fingers back to your armpits, and shocked, you gasp, letting out giggles and twist your body around, trying to evade my fingers…
I chuckle at this little game, knowing every moment is tantalizing to you.
I trace my fingers back down your sides and squeeze your hips, making you shriek with ticklish surprise, then continue tracing my fingers down to your mound.
My fingers begin to tickle it with barely there strokes, making you giggle louder and louder.
I pull out the paintbrush again and begin to paint inside, with your juices, teasing your folds so that you are begging even worse than before.
But my strokes just tickle right inside your lips, making you thrust in agony, screaming for something, anything more consistent.
While your screaming is nice, your laughter is what I’m after.
Your laughter with hungry eyes.
I dip the brush in deeper, tickling your clit so you double over laughing, red faced and pleading.
Now that is the sight I wanted.
I reach over and grab a vibrator, using it against the area with greatest need, and hold it there till you almost achieve release…
Then pull it away just before it is achieved, savoring your protests…
I ignore your shouts, your threats, your demands, and finally your apologies and begging as I rise to tie your arms up and over your head, the other end all the way down to the bottom of the couch.
Then, not saying a word, I begin again, knowing my wordless reaction is driving you to madness.
Madness I intend to delight in.
Again, I use my tiny brush, ignoring your pleading for me to do anything but that.
Those are dangerous words, don’t you know?
I proceed to torment your clit with persistent, barely there, tickles, making you laugh hysterically, drinking in the vision that is you, so red faced and wet, hair wild and plastered along your forehead...
You tell me you can’t take any more…
But I know that since you can talk to me, you can take much more.
I intend to show you how.
I finally relent and acknowledge your entreaties by laughing at your predicament inches from your face.
I keep tickling your clit with the paintbrush while tickling your mound with my fingers, watching you laugh and laugh till you can’t utter a sound.
When you are in the throes of silent laughter, I place the vibrator against you again, holding it there with my knee as I lean down over you again and with my freed hands begin to tickle your armpits voraciously.
You shake your head from side to side in agony, your desire swelling, but your nerves confusing the sensations so that your pleasure feels ticklish and the tickling feels pleasurable.
I watch delightedly as your eyes register with confusion the confluence of sensations…
Then just as you almost achieve release, I lean back, letting the vibrator drop to the floor.
I savor the sound of your scream of “Noooo!” and picking it up ask if you want me to use it on you some more.
You shake your head vigorously, unable to answer verbally due to being so overwrought.
I nod and say okay, then proceed to hold it against the sole of your left foot, making you crack up again.
Seeing your tears continue to flow down your cheeks lets me know this game is being played right.
Like a chess board with pieces that can change colors at my will alone.
That’s my kind of game.
I ask if you want the vibrator used on you any more.
You nod.
I ask if you want it used to release your hunger.
You beg, “Oh yes!” through your tears and perspiration.
Smiling, I bring your legs together, tying your ankles together so they are held in place on my lap. I then place the vibrator on your knees so that they are the only things holding it in place and aim the head at your clit, pushing the “on” button, and tell you it’s up to you.
I wait as you begin to finally release yourself, balancing the key to your release so precariously…
As soon as see you begin to swoon I pull out an electric toothbrush and run it all over your soles, smiling as I hear you begin to beg, “Noooohohohohohohooooo!”
I just look you in the eye and remind you that your release is entirely up to you as I take out a second electric toothbrush and proceed to use one on each foot, watching with amusement as your face takes on a look of utter desperation…
Your knees begin to shake, you almost lose the vibrator twice, but catch it awkwardly and reposition it, the whole time during which your eyes* go swiftly from your tortured feet to your knees to your vibrator.
I decide to take it up a notch and put both brushes on full speed right as you almost make it…
Again, savoring the scream of frustration that barely makes it past your crazed laughter.
I keep you laughing like that through the rest of the night, reminding you between teasing strokes against your clit and even a finger teasing just inside, that it was all up to you. That if you’d wanted release, you just had to hold onto the vibrator, but then figuring since you let it go, you must be loving this.
I laugh at the onslaught of protests and deciding I’d like to keep this game going for longer than two weeks, decide to add some more arousal gel, disguising the application by pretending to get you off once again.
Will you ever learn not to trust me when I say I will release you?
Apparently not, which is why I want to keep you around.
I place the chastity belt back on you, ignoring your cries, your promises that you are willing to do anything for release.
Locking it, I smirk and holding your face in my hands kiss you deeply before pulling away and never once losing eye contact answering in the seductive voice of a lover, “I know you will.”
Then, blindfolding you before hiding the key, I proceed to place it on my person where you will never find it.
I untie the rest of you, savoring your exhaustion as you remain a swooning mess of sweat, tears and need so palpable it fills the room.
I begin to dress you, taking my time to make the process as sensual and ticklish as possible, committing to memory every curve, every hidden nook that produces a hint of a smile.
I am in love with that smile.
I am in endless lust with your laughter.
And you will laugh for me again, endlessly, again and again.
I might even choose to steal your heart, just to keep your cute curves in reach of my imagination.
I use a damp cloth to clean your face, and as I did our first night, I reapply your make-up.
By now, you know this is me marking you, letting you know I control even this.
I move behind you and brush your hair, savoring each intake of breath that follows when my touch accidently strokes your neck and shoulders.
Your body is so alive.
It is in such a state of heightened desire that you know only I can release you from.
Like the scoundrel I am, I embrace you from behind, making you wonder if there is love here, and instead begin tickling your sides and stomach, loving the sensation of your body wiggling against mine.
I intentionally kiss your neck, tickle your nipples through your clothing with one hand while using my other to pull you closer to me, allowing yours to roam freely over me in turn, blatantly making out with you *as I know it will only make the desire worse.
When it reaches that moment, that perfect crescendo denied, I hold you close, as if in comfort, as you moan and tremble with aggravated need against my chest.
Then, ever the villain, I gently, but firmly push you away and ask, eyebrows raised teasingly, “Hungry?”
You swoon and begin to plead, but I hold a solitary finger up to your lips and wink, “Then let’s go grab a bite.”, taking your arm and heading out the door towards a very public restaurant.
I know every step is agony for you.
I know every motion just makes the need grow.
So I play the role of the playful one, teasing and tickling through the night, from hors duerves to desert and back to your place where we can play another round of the game if you want…
Who knows? You might win it next time…
And if you believe that, then I have such entertaining ideas for us tomorrow night….
or on DA at: http://ticklishandinlove.deviantart.com/art/In-the-Mind-of-A-Fantasy-Villain-II-The-Game-512071968
(This, like the first one, was done in response to female lees sending private requests for an erotic fantasy they could insert themselves in. enjoy!)
In the Mind of A Fantasy Villain II: The Game
It has been two weeks since we first met.
I stroke your cheeks softly with my hands and kiss you deeply, smirking as my lips receive your fervent response, so hungry.
You are so hungry, but then, I remind you that you are the one to blame for this.
It was your eyes that kept looking at me so furtively between the shelves of books.
Did you not think I’d notice?
So you endured the innuendo I set for you our first night.
That is all it was to me really, that night I devastated you with ticklish caresses and kisses so deep while you writhed in hunger beneath me, around me and danced within my arms. An innuendo, a hint of what it means to play with one who plays for keeps.
And I will keep you. I will train you. I will perfect you.
For while, you are always lovely, in those moments you were a gorgeous creature freed by my hands, my thoughts, my devious, devious, precious thoughts.
I massage your shoulders and neck, releasing the tension there, even as I remind you that I told you I was a villain then when we first met.
Did you not take my words for granted?
Well, that is smart, I suppose, considering I trussed you up in a chastity belt with arousal gel placed deep into every fold of your soft hidden places.
I tantalize your nipples as I tease you by saying I suppose my placing that little vibrator just out of reach of your g-spot was a bit cruel, although it did insure your were never bored didn’t it?
But nothing prepared you for what happened when I freed you from the belt…
That was so delicious.
Eyeing you over as you, ecstatic, thought you would find release only to discover that the belt and vibrator were mere distractions.
I’ll have you know I savored a fine cognac as I watched your agony though the hidden cameras of your bedroom.
I suckled on strawberries and cherries as I listened to your screams for release that couldn’t be found.
I found them soothing as I went to sleep.
So now you know I am not lying when I say I dreamed of you every night this past week.
Enjoyed every moment as you tried again and again to achieve satisfaction, only to let loose primal screams and begging to the heavens.
You should have been begging to me.
But I will illuminate you now, as all villains eventually illuminate those they seek to conquer.
And I will conquer you.
In fact, I already have. It is just a matter of time till your recognize it.
And when you do, it will be sublime for both of us.
For in your agony, there will be release.
*
So now that you have learned I hold the key to ending your madness, let’s begin shall we?
I whisper in your ear in the deeply seductive voice I know drives you wild that I’d like to play a game.
I’ll have you know I play for keeps.
*
You notice that your ankles and knees are tied up to the couch, but you can move any other parts of yourself at will.
You may think that is my being sweet, but any sweetness of mine bears a hidden motive.
I hint at that fact as I tickle behind your knees as I walk past, winking your way.
*
Like clockwork, you strain to evade my touch, but can only strain to intercept my fingers.
I find your expression so delectable.
*
I sit down and pull out my first tool.
A camel hair paint brush.
I begin by telling you that I will give you release if you can keep from laughing for two minutes.
I stroke in between and around your cute little toes , teasing every crease and shooting you a flirtatious look, making you think it is all in fun.
It will be fun.
For me.
*
I dip the brush in between your toes and twist, watching your lips tremble and your teeth bite down.
I twist the other way and sweep unexpectedly across the arch of your toes and down towards your ankle, making you squeal and tears begin to form.
*
I promise you that release is only a few minutes away if you will but demonstrate this simple self-control.
But of course this game is rigged, as I couldn’t release you from your hungry agony if I wanted.
Your desire will continue to grow ceaselessly for two more weeks.
But the illusion of the possibility for mercy is what the real game is about.
*
Knowing you don’t know the real rules of the game, I cheer you on mockingly as I draw the paintbrush down to the center of your foot and begin drawing tiny circles, pleased that your lips refuse to stay shut, defying your bite.
I watch as your hands move from waving in the air to grasping on the fabric of the couch, to digging into your own arms, to waving about as if you would fly….all just expending energy like planned…making your will easier to break.
When tears are falling down your eyes, I let you hear me chuckle as I ask if you want to end this game…
You shake your head “yes”, pleading through tears.
I give you a devilish grin as I look at my watch and say, okay then, we have less than a minute to go, but I’ll end it now…
Then, keeping an eye on your expression as you begin to realize what is meant by that, I move the brush more rapidly across both your soles, making you give into waves of laughter, your eyes looking on helplessly as you realize you have been beaten.
I smirk at you and shrug, saying that there is always tomorrow.
Of course tomorrow will be rigged too.
And the day after,
And the day after,
And the week after…
But you don’t know that.
So I wink again and announce I intend to get my prize.
*
Your eyes widen when I say that, and you begin to beg.
I tell you I like the sound of that.
I move one of your legs to a nearby chair, making you fully accessible.
And I begin simply at first, tickling your ribs as I stand between your legs, my lips kissing yours so that you feed me that sweet sound, right into my mouth.
I love the sound of your screams echoing against my own throat.
I even move my tongue against yours, tickling it inside, just to lap up every frantic rhythm of your body.
Releasing your mouth, I look deep into your eyes to verify what I have suspected all along.
You are loving this aren’t you?
I smirk recognizing that I now hold a secret you have yet to admit to yourself.
That’s a powerful place to be.
That’s a powerful array of tools from with which to tease…
I move my hands up, tickling your armpits with light tantalizing strokes, moving from there, down alongside your breasts and over and all around your nipples, knowing it is increasing your need each time they are stroked.
You bite your lip trying to deny me the sounds of your desire.
I know how to handle moments like this.
I keep up the tickling along your nipples, making you giggle and moan, pinching gently as I lean down to kiss your neck, nuzzling like a lover and tracing my lips up to your ear where I nibble, letting my warm breath mark its territory all along your throat.
You sigh with pleasure and your lips part unconsciously…
I choose that moment to move my fingers back to your armpits, and shocked, you gasp, letting out giggles and twist your body around, trying to evade my fingers…
I chuckle at this little game, knowing every moment is tantalizing to you.
I trace my fingers back down your sides and squeeze your hips, making you shriek with ticklish surprise, then continue tracing my fingers down to your mound.
My fingers begin to tickle it with barely there strokes, making you giggle louder and louder.
I pull out the paintbrush again and begin to paint inside, with your juices, teasing your folds so that you are begging even worse than before.
But my strokes just tickle right inside your lips, making you thrust in agony, screaming for something, anything more consistent.
While your screaming is nice, your laughter is what I’m after.
Your laughter with hungry eyes.
I dip the brush in deeper, tickling your clit so you double over laughing, red faced and pleading.
Now that is the sight I wanted.
I reach over and grab a vibrator, using it against the area with greatest need, and hold it there till you almost achieve release…
Then pull it away just before it is achieved, savoring your protests…
I ignore your shouts, your threats, your demands, and finally your apologies and begging as I rise to tie your arms up and over your head, the other end all the way down to the bottom of the couch.
Then, not saying a word, I begin again, knowing my wordless reaction is driving you to madness.
Madness I intend to delight in.
Again, I use my tiny brush, ignoring your pleading for me to do anything but that.
Those are dangerous words, don’t you know?
I proceed to torment your clit with persistent, barely there, tickles, making you laugh hysterically, drinking in the vision that is you, so red faced and wet, hair wild and plastered along your forehead...
You tell me you can’t take any more…
But I know that since you can talk to me, you can take much more.
I intend to show you how.
I finally relent and acknowledge your entreaties by laughing at your predicament inches from your face.
I keep tickling your clit with the paintbrush while tickling your mound with my fingers, watching you laugh and laugh till you can’t utter a sound.
When you are in the throes of silent laughter, I place the vibrator against you again, holding it there with my knee as I lean down over you again and with my freed hands begin to tickle your armpits voraciously.
You shake your head from side to side in agony, your desire swelling, but your nerves confusing the sensations so that your pleasure feels ticklish and the tickling feels pleasurable.
I watch delightedly as your eyes register with confusion the confluence of sensations…
Then just as you almost achieve release, I lean back, letting the vibrator drop to the floor.
I savor the sound of your scream of “Noooo!” and picking it up ask if you want me to use it on you some more.
You shake your head vigorously, unable to answer verbally due to being so overwrought.
I nod and say okay, then proceed to hold it against the sole of your left foot, making you crack up again.
Seeing your tears continue to flow down your cheeks lets me know this game is being played right.
Like a chess board with pieces that can change colors at my will alone.
That’s my kind of game.
I ask if you want the vibrator used on you any more.
You nod.
I ask if you want it used to release your hunger.
You beg, “Oh yes!” through your tears and perspiration.
Smiling, I bring your legs together, tying your ankles together so they are held in place on my lap. I then place the vibrator on your knees so that they are the only things holding it in place and aim the head at your clit, pushing the “on” button, and tell you it’s up to you.
I wait as you begin to finally release yourself, balancing the key to your release so precariously…
As soon as see you begin to swoon I pull out an electric toothbrush and run it all over your soles, smiling as I hear you begin to beg, “Noooohohohohohohooooo!”
I just look you in the eye and remind you that your release is entirely up to you as I take out a second electric toothbrush and proceed to use one on each foot, watching with amusement as your face takes on a look of utter desperation…
Your knees begin to shake, you almost lose the vibrator twice, but catch it awkwardly and reposition it, the whole time during which your eyes* go swiftly from your tortured feet to your knees to your vibrator.
I decide to take it up a notch and put both brushes on full speed right as you almost make it…
Again, savoring the scream of frustration that barely makes it past your crazed laughter.
I keep you laughing like that through the rest of the night, reminding you between teasing strokes against your clit and even a finger teasing just inside, that it was all up to you. That if you’d wanted release, you just had to hold onto the vibrator, but then figuring since you let it go, you must be loving this.
I laugh at the onslaught of protests and deciding I’d like to keep this game going for longer than two weeks, decide to add some more arousal gel, disguising the application by pretending to get you off once again.
Will you ever learn not to trust me when I say I will release you?
Apparently not, which is why I want to keep you around.
I place the chastity belt back on you, ignoring your cries, your promises that you are willing to do anything for release.
Locking it, I smirk and holding your face in my hands kiss you deeply before pulling away and never once losing eye contact answering in the seductive voice of a lover, “I know you will.”
Then, blindfolding you before hiding the key, I proceed to place it on my person where you will never find it.
I untie the rest of you, savoring your exhaustion as you remain a swooning mess of sweat, tears and need so palpable it fills the room.
I begin to dress you, taking my time to make the process as sensual and ticklish as possible, committing to memory every curve, every hidden nook that produces a hint of a smile.
I am in love with that smile.
I am in endless lust with your laughter.
And you will laugh for me again, endlessly, again and again.
I might even choose to steal your heart, just to keep your cute curves in reach of my imagination.
I use a damp cloth to clean your face, and as I did our first night, I reapply your make-up.
By now, you know this is me marking you, letting you know I control even this.
I move behind you and brush your hair, savoring each intake of breath that follows when my touch accidently strokes your neck and shoulders.
Your body is so alive.
It is in such a state of heightened desire that you know only I can release you from.
Like the scoundrel I am, I embrace you from behind, making you wonder if there is love here, and instead begin tickling your sides and stomach, loving the sensation of your body wiggling against mine.
I intentionally kiss your neck, tickle your nipples through your clothing with one hand while using my other to pull you closer to me, allowing yours to roam freely over me in turn, blatantly making out with you *as I know it will only make the desire worse.
When it reaches that moment, that perfect crescendo denied, I hold you close, as if in comfort, as you moan and tremble with aggravated need against my chest.
Then, ever the villain, I gently, but firmly push you away and ask, eyebrows raised teasingly, “Hungry?”
You swoon and begin to plead, but I hold a solitary finger up to your lips and wink, “Then let’s go grab a bite.”, taking your arm and heading out the door towards a very public restaurant.
I know every step is agony for you.
I know every motion just makes the need grow.
So I play the role of the playful one, teasing and tickling through the night, from hors duerves to desert and back to your place where we can play another round of the game if you want…
Who knows? You might win it next time…
And if you believe that, then I have such entertaining ideas for us tomorrow night….
