SexyGoddess
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This little story is complete fantasy. It sprang from my head as these fantasies often do, suddenly, and without rhyme or reason other than my appreciation for tickle torture. I particularly enjoy writing about it and have decided to share a little tidbit from my personal collection, one that is focused on a favorite fantasy of mine...complete with howls for mercy.
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Oh the beauty of the Internet for those with vivid imaginations’ I thought as I browsed the picture personals. No, I had little interest in dating or in finding love, I just enjoyed looking at the pictures and imagining what I would do if I had them shackled and subjected to my not so tender mercies.
While indulging my proclivity, I happened upon a certain profile containing the heading, “Can you make me Purr?” Now how was I, a fiendish minded Goddess to resist an offer like that? I fired off an email telling her EXACTLY how I would make her purr, something involving bondage and tickle torture, not really expecting a reply, but having fun saying it nonetheless. Imagine my surprise when a short while later, e-mail from Ms.Purrfect landed in my mailbox. Her question was “Are you serious?” Naturally I was and I said so. Much to my delight she agreed to a meeting.
We met for dinner in an upscale restaurant and chatted over a couple martinis and bottles of beer. I detest wine and told her so. I think she was of a different opinion but refrained from saying so and I was thrilled at her demure demeanor. I really didn’t care about the personal details of her life, she was a babe and my intentions required that she be just that. Her picture on the personals had done little justice to her smooth skin, reddish brown hair and bright blue eyes. She was extremely pretty and I was extremely pleased with her perfection. After dinner we went to a discreet club for more drinks where we danced with everyone, our eyes meeting over shoulders and exchanging smiles as the evening wore on and the alcohol started to relax her a bit. About 2 hours later she teetered somewhat unsteadily over to me with a guy on her arm.
“Hey, you mind if he joins in our fun?” she said, her speech a little slurred.
Uh-oh. I have a certain dislike for inebriated persons, but especially drunk women. There is nothing more unattractive than a sloppy woman, and frankly, I prefer my victims sober. Something in my eyes must have communicated this to her and after holding my gaze a moment longer, she sat her drink down on a nearby table and asked the gentleman for a glass of water. While he was fetching, I kissed her long and hard on the mouth and when I was finished she was breathing heavily, her eyes closed.
“Thank you Ms. Purrfect, you’re such a good girl.”
Her friend returned with a glass of water and sat down at my table, looking across at me he smiled as he handed her the water, “Hey what’s your name?” The smile I returned was positively wolfish “The Goddess, you?” I held his gaze till his eyes dropped and he looked away then back, his macho air gone “Steve.” He said meekly.
Good, now we had established who was really in charge.
All three of us left the club together. I drove back to my place because frankly that’s where all my tools are, but it is where I am most comfortable too. As we entered the foyer my stereo kicked on and began to play a Vivaldi cello concerto softly in the background.
“Nice” Steve murmured appreciatively.
I led them into the living room which was really more like an in home dungeon complete with a leather table centerpiece restraints hanging off either end. Much more necessary than a television, as were the steel rings hanging from the ceiling and the shackles bored into one entire wall.
Erotic oil paintings adorned the other large wall, and framed photos of my tickling escapades were present in every available space.
“You’re a busy lady aren’t you?” Steve asked, not quite able to keep the fear from his voice.
“I enjoy my work.” I replied smiling sadistically and waggling my fingers at him.
He shivered in reaction.
Leading him to the table, I positioned him so that he faced the wall where I would shackle my purrfect miss and torture her for his viewing pleasure. She too would appreciate my artist’s touch upon the hunky Mr. Steve. Of course I had arranged my furnishings for just this possibility.
Placing his arms in the leather restraints, I buckled them tightly, and then secured his legs as well. I cut off his clothing revealing well- muscled buttocks and back. Next, I led my girl to her doom wall and shackled her wrists and ankles, then tied the leather head strap about her head to keep her facing Steve.
Her clothing dispatched I eyed her up and down, appreciating the perky not overly large breasts, small curving waistline and rounded hips that joined together to prove that she was indeed a genuine redhead. “Very nice.” Said I, approaching her as I rubbed my hands together to warm them. “Very nice indeed.”
I began my ticklish torture slowly and lightly, my fingers flitting up and down her arms and sides, softy and barely touching her, I continued over her body until she sucked in her breath involuntarily. I made a mental note of the area, and continued down her legs, stroking the back of her knee she jerked ever so slightly and I noted that as well. As I came to her feet I had applied a little more pressure with my fingers and the resulting squirm told me precisely what I needed to know. I worked my way back up, a little harder this time, grabbing slightly and using my fingers to dig here and there. Her ribs were as ticklish as her feet.
My eyes meeting hers I smiled devilishly and told her I was going to make her scream for mercy.
“Never!” she panted
To which I responded by tickling her ribs until she could no longer keep it in and she squealed with laughter. “Stop it! Stop it!”
“Beg me to!” I laughed, delighted by her response “Beg me and I might!’
“I-do-not-beg.” She said through gritted teeth, her eyes nearly closed.
“Ahhh, but you will for me.” I told her with certainty, because I knew after I really got hold of her, she would.
Glancing at Steve I waggled my fingers at him. “So will you babe.”
Working down over her tummy I dug my fingers lightly into her abdomen watching her face closely as I did so. Her eyes widened helplessly and she tried hard not to laugh. I worked my finger magic on her belly until her laughter could not be stopped. She had not recovered when I began to attack the back of her knees, causing her to jerk her hips about helplessly as she tried to evade my fingers. Too bad for her she could not. Working faster I skipped down to her feet, yanking up her toes and scratching her soft soles with my fingertips. She moaned and laughed at the same time if that is possible, and then the fingers of my right hand tickled the delectable insides of her thighs while my left tickled the tops of her feet. I stood and used both hands on her ribs and she was a goner. Tears coming out of her closed eyes as she howled with laughter.
“Beg for mercy my perfect pet. Beg me. Let me hear you say please Goddess, please.”
“P-P-please Goddess.” She stammered.
“What? What is p-p-please?” I tickled her harder till she begged without shame. When I was satisfied she knew she was conquered, I left her panting and flushed and approached Steve.
He watched me with trepidation as I neared his table and said
“What are you going to do to me?”
I shook a finger at him “Tut, tut Steve. Did I say you could speak to me? You need a lesson in manners.” Again I began slowly, mentally noting his most ticklish spots to use against him later.
“Now lesson one.” I tickled his armpit until he gasped, “When addressing the Goddess..” I tickled his buttocks where they joined the thigh “You must first ask permission!” his feet were next and he began quickly saying “Goddess may I have permission to speak, Goddess may I have permission to speak, Goddess may I have permission to speak ….AHHHH! QUIT!”
I cut him off by returning to his very ticklish armpits. Glancing at my former victim hanging upon the wall I could see her avid interest in my methods and I blew her a kiss. A possible trainee?
“No, Steve, you may not speak.” I ran my fingers over his back and ribs. He jerked uncontrollably and I laughed at his helplessness.
“Second lesson Steve.” I tickled his ribs until he shouted and shook with laughter “ You must ask in this manner. My Goddess whom I worship- may I, a lowly mortal tickle slave, please, please, speak to such an august person as yourself, My Goddess whom I worship!” I tickled his buttocks and feet in case he had any ideas that he was not going to follow my commands.
I paused for a moment to give him and opportunity to fulfill my demand. After a bit he stammered “My Goddess whom I worship- may I, speak to such an august person as yourself,”
“WRONG!!!” I admonished, “You forgot “a lowly mortal tickle slave, please, please” and for that you will pay!” I tickled him furiously, my fingers everywhere at once, having complete and unfettered access to his body I tickled his ribs till he begged me to stop, which I refused to do. His buttocks belonged to me, and his feet were incapable of hiding. His armpits I worked the longest. Digging my fingers in and out quickly and teasingly, attacking until he was breathless with laughter and shrieking he worshipped me.
“And don’t you forget it either!” I slapped his ass for good measure
Yours in wickedness,
The Goddess
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Oh the beauty of the Internet for those with vivid imaginations’ I thought as I browsed the picture personals. No, I had little interest in dating or in finding love, I just enjoyed looking at the pictures and imagining what I would do if I had them shackled and subjected to my not so tender mercies.
While indulging my proclivity, I happened upon a certain profile containing the heading, “Can you make me Purr?” Now how was I, a fiendish minded Goddess to resist an offer like that? I fired off an email telling her EXACTLY how I would make her purr, something involving bondage and tickle torture, not really expecting a reply, but having fun saying it nonetheless. Imagine my surprise when a short while later, e-mail from Ms.Purrfect landed in my mailbox. Her question was “Are you serious?” Naturally I was and I said so. Much to my delight she agreed to a meeting.
We met for dinner in an upscale restaurant and chatted over a couple martinis and bottles of beer. I detest wine and told her so. I think she was of a different opinion but refrained from saying so and I was thrilled at her demure demeanor. I really didn’t care about the personal details of her life, she was a babe and my intentions required that she be just that. Her picture on the personals had done little justice to her smooth skin, reddish brown hair and bright blue eyes. She was extremely pretty and I was extremely pleased with her perfection. After dinner we went to a discreet club for more drinks where we danced with everyone, our eyes meeting over shoulders and exchanging smiles as the evening wore on and the alcohol started to relax her a bit. About 2 hours later she teetered somewhat unsteadily over to me with a guy on her arm.
“Hey, you mind if he joins in our fun?” she said, her speech a little slurred.
Uh-oh. I have a certain dislike for inebriated persons, but especially drunk women. There is nothing more unattractive than a sloppy woman, and frankly, I prefer my victims sober. Something in my eyes must have communicated this to her and after holding my gaze a moment longer, she sat her drink down on a nearby table and asked the gentleman for a glass of water. While he was fetching, I kissed her long and hard on the mouth and when I was finished she was breathing heavily, her eyes closed.
“Thank you Ms. Purrfect, you’re such a good girl.”
Her friend returned with a glass of water and sat down at my table, looking across at me he smiled as he handed her the water, “Hey what’s your name?” The smile I returned was positively wolfish “The Goddess, you?” I held his gaze till his eyes dropped and he looked away then back, his macho air gone “Steve.” He said meekly.
Good, now we had established who was really in charge.
All three of us left the club together. I drove back to my place because frankly that’s where all my tools are, but it is where I am most comfortable too. As we entered the foyer my stereo kicked on and began to play a Vivaldi cello concerto softly in the background.
“Nice” Steve murmured appreciatively.
I led them into the living room which was really more like an in home dungeon complete with a leather table centerpiece restraints hanging off either end. Much more necessary than a television, as were the steel rings hanging from the ceiling and the shackles bored into one entire wall.
Erotic oil paintings adorned the other large wall, and framed photos of my tickling escapades were present in every available space.
“You’re a busy lady aren’t you?” Steve asked, not quite able to keep the fear from his voice.
“I enjoy my work.” I replied smiling sadistically and waggling my fingers at him.
He shivered in reaction.
Leading him to the table, I positioned him so that he faced the wall where I would shackle my purrfect miss and torture her for his viewing pleasure. She too would appreciate my artist’s touch upon the hunky Mr. Steve. Of course I had arranged my furnishings for just this possibility.
Placing his arms in the leather restraints, I buckled them tightly, and then secured his legs as well. I cut off his clothing revealing well- muscled buttocks and back. Next, I led my girl to her doom wall and shackled her wrists and ankles, then tied the leather head strap about her head to keep her facing Steve.
Her clothing dispatched I eyed her up and down, appreciating the perky not overly large breasts, small curving waistline and rounded hips that joined together to prove that she was indeed a genuine redhead. “Very nice.” Said I, approaching her as I rubbed my hands together to warm them. “Very nice indeed.”
I began my ticklish torture slowly and lightly, my fingers flitting up and down her arms and sides, softy and barely touching her, I continued over her body until she sucked in her breath involuntarily. I made a mental note of the area, and continued down her legs, stroking the back of her knee she jerked ever so slightly and I noted that as well. As I came to her feet I had applied a little more pressure with my fingers and the resulting squirm told me precisely what I needed to know. I worked my way back up, a little harder this time, grabbing slightly and using my fingers to dig here and there. Her ribs were as ticklish as her feet.
My eyes meeting hers I smiled devilishly and told her I was going to make her scream for mercy.
“Never!” she panted
To which I responded by tickling her ribs until she could no longer keep it in and she squealed with laughter. “Stop it! Stop it!”
“Beg me to!” I laughed, delighted by her response “Beg me and I might!’
“I-do-not-beg.” She said through gritted teeth, her eyes nearly closed.
“Ahhh, but you will for me.” I told her with certainty, because I knew after I really got hold of her, she would.
Glancing at Steve I waggled my fingers at him. “So will you babe.”
Working down over her tummy I dug my fingers lightly into her abdomen watching her face closely as I did so. Her eyes widened helplessly and she tried hard not to laugh. I worked my finger magic on her belly until her laughter could not be stopped. She had not recovered when I began to attack the back of her knees, causing her to jerk her hips about helplessly as she tried to evade my fingers. Too bad for her she could not. Working faster I skipped down to her feet, yanking up her toes and scratching her soft soles with my fingertips. She moaned and laughed at the same time if that is possible, and then the fingers of my right hand tickled the delectable insides of her thighs while my left tickled the tops of her feet. I stood and used both hands on her ribs and she was a goner. Tears coming out of her closed eyes as she howled with laughter.
“Beg for mercy my perfect pet. Beg me. Let me hear you say please Goddess, please.”
“P-P-please Goddess.” She stammered.
“What? What is p-p-please?” I tickled her harder till she begged without shame. When I was satisfied she knew she was conquered, I left her panting and flushed and approached Steve.
He watched me with trepidation as I neared his table and said
“What are you going to do to me?”
I shook a finger at him “Tut, tut Steve. Did I say you could speak to me? You need a lesson in manners.” Again I began slowly, mentally noting his most ticklish spots to use against him later.
“Now lesson one.” I tickled his armpit until he gasped, “When addressing the Goddess..” I tickled his buttocks where they joined the thigh “You must first ask permission!” his feet were next and he began quickly saying “Goddess may I have permission to speak, Goddess may I have permission to speak, Goddess may I have permission to speak ….AHHHH! QUIT!”
I cut him off by returning to his very ticklish armpits. Glancing at my former victim hanging upon the wall I could see her avid interest in my methods and I blew her a kiss. A possible trainee?
“No, Steve, you may not speak.” I ran my fingers over his back and ribs. He jerked uncontrollably and I laughed at his helplessness.
“Second lesson Steve.” I tickled his ribs until he shouted and shook with laughter “ You must ask in this manner. My Goddess whom I worship- may I, a lowly mortal tickle slave, please, please, speak to such an august person as yourself, My Goddess whom I worship!” I tickled his buttocks and feet in case he had any ideas that he was not going to follow my commands.
I paused for a moment to give him and opportunity to fulfill my demand. After a bit he stammered “My Goddess whom I worship- may I, speak to such an august person as yourself,”
“WRONG!!!” I admonished, “You forgot “a lowly mortal tickle slave, please, please” and for that you will pay!” I tickled him furiously, my fingers everywhere at once, having complete and unfettered access to his body I tickled his ribs till he begged me to stop, which I refused to do. His buttocks belonged to me, and his feet were incapable of hiding. His armpits I worked the longest. Digging my fingers in and out quickly and teasingly, attacking until he was breathless with laughter and shrieking he worshipped me.
“And don’t you forget it either!” I slapped his ass for good measure
Yours in wickedness,
The Goddess
