Lisa dressed in a sexy red dress to see Dave. This time it was in a bedroom. She knocked on the door and he was in black pants with his white shirt unbuttoned. ‘Gorgeous.’ She thought to herself. This was it, she was going to totally lose herself.
“Hey there.”
“Hi.”
“Come in.” Lisa saw the queen-size bed. There were four satin ties to each post on the corners. She felt her stomach go in a knot.
“Nervous?” He whispered in her ear.
“Yes.”
“No sex, I promise. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Lisa was helpless with this man.
“Keep your bra and panties on, and get on the bed.”
Lisa blushed. She slowly undressed in front of him. He watched her, with an evil grin. She went to take her shoes off, and he stopped her. “I’ll take care of that after.”
Lisa laid back on the bed. “Put your hands up to each tie.”
He softly tied each wrist, then went to the end of the bed, and he removed one shoe, then tied her ankle. Dave did the same with the other.
“Too tight?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Dave walked over to a drawer and took out a feather. Lisa struggled a bit, feeling very vulnerable.
“Let’s see, I know your lovely feet are ticklish, but what else?”
Lisa was breathing heavy. He sat on the bed and lightly tickled her breast.
“Oh..” She tried to move away.
“Oh, very sensitive everywhere.”
“Um, that……ummm…”
“Tickles?”
“Yes…”
“I see you like it though, don’t you?” He feathered them back and forth, making her wiggle all over.
“Yes…yes…” she could hardly contain herself.
“We haven’t even started.”
Dave let the feather glide across her belly, making its way down.
“Oh, no…wait...”
“Think you may be ticklish here?”
Dave held the feather over between her legs.
“Please, I don’t think I could take that.”
“Let’s see.” HE tickled her so slowly with his feather.
“OH…..no no no….I can’t take that.”
“You have to, you’re my little ticklee tonight. And I am going to tickle you mad.”
“Dave…that’s really….OHHHHH…sensitive.”
“Hmmmm…I see.” He put the feather down, and caressed her there with his fingers.
“Oh….please….I need relief.”
“Poor baby. I didn’t even tickle your feet yet.”
Dave walked over and sat by her feet. He let his fingers dance all across her soles, making Lisa wild.
“HA HA HA HA!!! No please, I can’t take it!!”
“I thought you wanted relief?”
“I can’t get it that way…HA HA HA.”
“Yes you can.” Dave stopped tickling her and kissed each toe. HE gently caressed her soles. Lisa heard herself let out a moan.
“See?” He reached down and took out a long feather.
“What are you doing?”
Dave kissed her feet, and tickled her between her legs with the feather at the same time.
“OH!!! Dave….you’re driving me crazy!”
“Umm…I know, I love watching you wiggle around, but you’re all mine to tickle.”
“Oh….” Lisa wiggled around faster and faster.
“Come on baby. Let it go.”
Lisa exploded with pleasure. Dave released her and sat on the bed.
“I like giving you your fantasy.”
“Me too.”
“There’s a beach here ya know.”
“And?”
“You would look lovely buried in the sand with just your little feet sticking out.”
“HA HA!”
“How about next week?”
“Yes.”
“Hey there.”
“Hi.”
“Come in.” Lisa saw the queen-size bed. There were four satin ties to each post on the corners. She felt her stomach go in a knot.
“Nervous?” He whispered in her ear.
“Yes.”
“No sex, I promise. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Lisa was helpless with this man.
“Keep your bra and panties on, and get on the bed.”
Lisa blushed. She slowly undressed in front of him. He watched her, with an evil grin. She went to take her shoes off, and he stopped her. “I’ll take care of that after.”
Lisa laid back on the bed. “Put your hands up to each tie.”
He softly tied each wrist, then went to the end of the bed, and he removed one shoe, then tied her ankle. Dave did the same with the other.
“Too tight?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Dave walked over to a drawer and took out a feather. Lisa struggled a bit, feeling very vulnerable.
“Let’s see, I know your lovely feet are ticklish, but what else?”
Lisa was breathing heavy. He sat on the bed and lightly tickled her breast.
“Oh..” She tried to move away.
“Oh, very sensitive everywhere.”
“Um, that……ummm…”
“Tickles?”
“Yes…”
“I see you like it though, don’t you?” He feathered them back and forth, making her wiggle all over.
“Yes…yes…” she could hardly contain herself.
“We haven’t even started.”
Dave let the feather glide across her belly, making its way down.
“Oh, no…wait...”
“Think you may be ticklish here?”
Dave held the feather over between her legs.
“Please, I don’t think I could take that.”
“Let’s see.” HE tickled her so slowly with his feather.
“OH…..no no no….I can’t take that.”
“You have to, you’re my little ticklee tonight. And I am going to tickle you mad.”
“Dave…that’s really….OHHHHH…sensitive.”
“Hmmmm…I see.” He put the feather down, and caressed her there with his fingers.
“Oh….please….I need relief.”
“Poor baby. I didn’t even tickle your feet yet.”
Dave walked over and sat by her feet. He let his fingers dance all across her soles, making Lisa wild.
“HA HA HA HA!!! No please, I can’t take it!!”
“I thought you wanted relief?”
“I can’t get it that way…HA HA HA.”
“Yes you can.” Dave stopped tickling her and kissed each toe. HE gently caressed her soles. Lisa heard herself let out a moan.
“See?” He reached down and took out a long feather.
“What are you doing?”
Dave kissed her feet, and tickled her between her legs with the feather at the same time.
“OH!!! Dave….you’re driving me crazy!”
“Umm…I know, I love watching you wiggle around, but you’re all mine to tickle.”
“Oh….” Lisa wiggled around faster and faster.
“Come on baby. Let it go.”
Lisa exploded with pleasure. Dave released her and sat on the bed.
“I like giving you your fantasy.”
“Me too.”
“There’s a beach here ya know.”
“And?”
“You would look lovely buried in the sand with just your little feet sticking out.”
“HA HA!”
“How about next week?”
“Yes.”
