Dave2112
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I originally posted a Memoir about Rebekah so you’d know her a little better, and this time I thought I’d share something we did one evening after we’d gotten to really know each other well sexually, once we both were fully into tickle mode, if you will. All of the experimenting with our relationship was behind us, both of us looking for new ways to explore what we both loved.
This particular evening was spent at Rebekah’s house for a change, her stepmother being gone for a week. The family wasn’t rich, but they were pretty well off. Lots of neat furniture in the house. This evening, we took advantage of one of those pieces and had a grand ol’ time.
Rebekah had this bed that was simply magnificent. Twin-sized with four posts that went straight up to a canopy. She liked to sit on her bed and do her hair in the morning, so she had a large mirror on the wall at the head of the bed.
We’d spent the day just shopping around the nearest large town, which by chance had an Adult store. And wouldn’t you know it, I just so happened to pass right by it on the way home. Neat how things work out sometimes, huh? We stopped in and wound up picking up a few toys. Wanna know what we got? Sorry, you’ll have to read the rest of the story……
Anyway, we stopped at a friend’s on the way back and had a few drinks and some BS time, so we were both in kind of a randy mood when we got back. We decided to go all out and have this big BDSM night. As I told you before, I’d tied her up a lot, but we wanted to get really into it. Rebekah wasn’t a wuss by any stretch of the imagination, but when it came to the bedroom she could be extremely submissive. Not only for my benefit, but for her own as well. We didn’t really role-play a specific scene, but just started getting into Master/Slave mode pretty much as soon as we hit the door.
(Before I go any further, let me explain something to those of you who may only be familiar with tickling and not the BDSM scene as a whole. I am not a misogynist. I respect women and treasure them. What follows is the CONSENSUAL play between two adults. I didn’t consider Rebekah my “slave”, she was submissive to me out of her own desire. None of the verbal play was intended as demeaning. We had been together quite a while, and knew each other’s tastes and limits. )
We got inside and set our bags down. She put her arms around me and kissed me.
“Did I say you could do that?” I asked her. She knew what mode to be in.
“No, sir,” she said, lowering her eyes, “May I kiss you, please?”
“Yes, you may,” I replied.
After our kiss, I told her that I wanted her to go into the bathroom and make herself presentable. Knowing what I meant, she showered, blow-dried her hair, put on a touch of make up and applied just a touch of the scent that I loved on her. She emerged wearing only the collar that I’d bought for her a few months back for our “special times.” It was violet (the favorite color of both of us) and fit her comfortably. During her preparation, I’d made myself comfortable, eschewing my day clothes in favor of the black, loose-fitting silk pants that I favored. That was it. Rebekah loved the way I looked in them, and as I said, this wasn’t only a one-sided experience for us. If it made my girl happy, so be it. Plus they felt really cool against my ass, but you really didn’t need to know that did you? Sorry.
Anyway, I was on the couch when she entered the living room. She was a stunning beauty to me, made even more so by the fact that she dolled herself up for my pleasure. Presenting herself properly with her hands behind her back, she smiled at me.
“You look beautiful, my love.” I said to her and meant every word.
“Thank you. You look good in black, have I told you that?”
She did, but I liked to hear it.
“I’m tired from today, would you please rub my feet?” I asked her. She sat down on the couch and took my feet in her warm hands. She was very good at foot massages, and she knew that if they weren’t my favorite thing, they were in the Top Five. After awhile I told her to stop.
“That was very nice, thank you, love” I said as I smiled at her.
“I get the feeling that Master isn’t finished with me yet, is he?” she asked with the most adorable grin.
“No he isn’t,” I replied, “Do you feel the need for a training session?”
“If it pleases you,” she said.
Leading her to the bedroom, I picked up our bags from the trip. Yeah, THOSE bags, just hang on….
“Where do you wish me?” she asked when we got there.
“Over there,” I said, pointing to the foot of the bed, “Face the mirror and close your eyes.”
Rebekah did as she was told as I got out the toys we’d bought. The first was a set of restraints that looked interesting. There were cuffs for wrists and ankles with small loops in them for rope. These I applied to their respective places. Once cuffed, I took out the lengths of colored rope. Specialty stuff, violet. I had her facing the head of the bed. I laced the rope through the loop of one of the ankle restraints and pulled her foot against the post. She held onto the upright posts for balance as I did the same to the other foot. She had to spread her legs a bit wide to get this accomplished, but not overly so.
“Shall I continue?” I asked her.
“Yes, please.”
“Ask me then,” I said.
“Please, sir. Tie me up.”
As I said, she was totally into this now, and I can’t say I wasn’t. Dominating her was a massive turn-on for me, not only physically but psychologically as well. I continued her bondage, tying her arms to the posts, as high over her head as I could get. The posts were carved wood, so there were plenty of curves and notches to tie the rope around so it wouldn’t slip down. She was secure, her luscious body forming a human X. I stood behind her, and we both looked into the mirror.
“How do you feel?” I asked her.
“I feel beautiful,” she replied, “I feel like I’m yours.”
“Well, you are….on both counts, my love.” I said as I kissed the back of her neck. Going back into one of the bags, I produced more rope and bound her breasts in a halter tie. Not too tight, but enough to sensitize them a bit. Her breasts were wrapped with a few passes of the soft rope, then up over her shoulders, around the back of her neck and across her chest just below the tied breasts. She had magnificent tits, I remember telling you, and in bondage they were simply a dream.
I got on the bed, kneeling and facing her. I brought the bag with me and pulled out one of the playthings she’d picked out. It was a set of nipple clips that were pretty cool. They had these little rollers on them to adjust the tension for a custom fit. A thin silver chain connected them. I applied the first one and dialed up the pressure until it felt snug, but not painful.
“Would you like the other one, Rebekah?” I asked as I ran the tip of it over her other nipple.
“Yes, sir. Please put it on.” she answered with her eyes closed.
“Open your eyes,” I said, “and look down. I want you to watch.”
She obeyed and watched as the second clip was applied to her waiting nipple, hardened up by a few licks from Yours Truly. After both were snug, I gave each a little turn to tighten them just a bit. Rebekah liked this, so it wasn’t sadistic, and I knew that if I went slow, she could take a lot of pressure on her nipples.
I got up and circled my submissive girlfriend.
“Who is in charge here?” I asked her, playing out the fantasy we both enjoyed.
“You are, Sir.”
“Very good. Now, what can I do with you, my dear?”
“Anything you want to. Just please don’t leave me alone like this.”
“Maybe I should, just to see if you’ll be quiet. What do you think?” I teased.
“No, please! You can do anything you want to me, I’ll be a good girl, just please stay.”
“If I stay, I’m gonna play……”
I took the next item out of the bag. It was a blue feather mounted on a flexible shaft. When Becky saw this in the store, her eyes lit up, so a few bucks later, it was hers. Or mine, as the case may be.
“Rebekah? I want you to remain silent. Not a peep, understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied.
Starting at the base of her neck, I ran the feather down the center of her back. Slowly, I retraced the route several times. On the last pass, I went farther down and ran the plume over her gorgeous ass. She was doing an admirable job of remaining quiet, but I could tell by the way her eyes were clenched shut that she was running out of willpower.
“Something to say, my love?” I teased.
She shook her head no as I ran the feather up her back again, this time going from side to side as well as top to bottom. These little sounds were coming from her throat. Her face was squeezed shut like she was giving birth to a volleyball or something. I started running the feather up one of her arms when she lost it.
“mmmmnnggg…..MMMMNNGGHH……HHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!”
“Didn’t last long, did you?” I asked her as I placed my head on her shoulder and we looked at each other in the mirror.
“I’m sorry! I tried, I really did. Please don’t punish me for that, please?”
She knew I was going to and played along.
“Count.” I said, and she knew what I meant. Looking at her lovely ass, I stroked one cheek and gave it a light but firm swat.
“One,” she obediently replied.
Another swat, this one a bit harder.
“T-Two.”
The third brought some redness to the flesh.
“OWW! Three…”
This went on for the requisite ten that she liked.
“Now, have we learned anything?” I asked
“Yes. Be quiet when asked.”
“Very good. For that I’m going to give you a choice.” She knew full well where I was going with this. “You can be spanked more, or you can be tickled more…the choice is all yours.”
She remained silent for a moment. If there was one thing my girl was really good at, it was making these moments linger. She knew how much I loved tickling her, and she wanted to make it real.
“You wouldn’t tickle me like this, would you sir?” she meekly asked.
“I could spank you, I guess….” I trailed off.
“No! Please don’t, it hurts.” She paused. “Please tickle me, sir.”
“If you insist, my love.” I said with a sneer.
I was behind her once again. “Look into the mirror,” I said as I placed my hands at her elbows. We locked gazes in the reflecting glass as I trailed my fingers down her arms, wriggling them as I got closer to her helpless armpits.
“Hee hee…Do I have to…hee hee…..stay quiet…hmmm hmmm….this time?” she asked between giggles.
“Not at all,” I replied, “In fact, I’ll place a bet that you’re going to be howling pretty soon…”
When I got to her armpits, I raked my fingernails over the spot that I knew was extremely ticklish. Over and over the spot I tickled, telling her to keep looking at the action in the mirror. She was obedient in keeping her eyes opened and focused on the tickling, but she was laughing rather loudly to make up for it.
“AAAIIGGGHHHHHAHAHAHHEEEEEE…….THATTICKLESSOMUCH!!!!…..HHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
Without a word, I tickled up and down her arms as she pulled at the restraints. I placed one hand under her arm as I took the chain between her nipple clips in the other. Tickling her armpit with one hand and gently giving the chain the occasional tug, she squeezed her eyes shut and mingled her laughter with sharp intakes of breath and a few moans. I let her take her eyes off the mirror, knowing that it was unreasonable considering the paces I was going to put her through. The hand I was using to tickle her had found its way over her ribs and I was giving her a series of pokes and tickles. Carefully, at the same time, I had the chain pulled outward and was moving it from side to side, changing the greater tension from one nipple to the other.
“HHHAAAAAAA….Oooohhhhh….AAAAAHHHH…HHHEHEHEHHAAAAAA…OHGODOHGODPLEEEEEAAASSEEEEEE!!!!!!!…..AAAHAHAHAHHHEEHEHEHEEEEEEE!!”
One thing about Rebekah, she never yelled “Stop” during these special sessions. She’d laugh her fool head off, but in a strange way, she enjoyed it. Abandoning the chain, I stepped back behind her and tickled her ribs with both hands, taking some moments to lightly trail my fingers all over her back, which became more ticklish if she were tickled elsewhere for any period of time.
“HHAHAHHAAAAA…OH YOU’RE CRUEL!!!!…AAAHAHAHHEEEEEEGGAAAWWDDD!!”
“I’m WHAT?” I said, raising my voice in mock surprise.
“NONONO..I DIDN’T MEAN IT!!!!!..AAAHHAHAHAHHHEEEE…PLEEEAAASEEE!!!”
“That was pretty bad, love……”
I brought both of my hands down and gripped her waist.
“Sorry?” I asked.
“Y-YES!!! I’m SORRY!!!”
“Yep, you are!” I said as I dug in. I squeezed her sides up and down the length of her waist, from under the ribcage to her hips and the curve of her waist in between. She was holding herself up by her wrists, her legs buckling as much at the knee as her bondage would allow. Her laughter had become more silent as she gasped for breath. I traveled up to her ribs again and under her arms. This was a series of hard, quick tickles over the spots I’d grown to know and love. I’d stare at her face in the mirror, and she’d give me a knowing smile, her face poised in preparation. It was a big tease, and we were both having fun with it. Me more than her, probably, but them’s the breaks, eh?
After finishing with her tickle-torture for the moment, I allowed her to catch her breath. She would need it.
I kissed her and stroked her body for a while, enjoying the feel of it. She was writhing in motion and getting into the swing of things. I came around the front of her body, kneeling on the bed and basically just started making out with her. Rebekah responded as well as she could in her bondage. Her eyes went a little wide when I played my hand over her pussy, tickling a little, but massaging more. I knew her rhythm, and knew how far I could go with this. Tugging at the chain with one hand and pleasuring her with the other, we fell back into our roles.
“Do you want to come?” I asked.
“Y-Yes, please!” she replied with her eyes shut and head back. Her breath was getting rapid and I simply don’t have the words to describe how utterly erotic and sexually alluring she looked while she was feeling the pleasure of my touch while she was so thoroughly bound. I may have been the Dominant one here, but she had me wrapped around her little finger as well. For those of you who’ve not experienced it yet, this sort of play in combination with really being in love is beyond description.
“Do you think you deserve it?” I asked as I picked up the pace.
“If you …ahhhh….think I do…..oooohhhh…..”
“Oh, I think you do, but we need to break in one more thing, don’t you think?” I said as I slowly eased off and got back off the bed.
“Yes, please!” she said. I knew this finishing touch was for her as much as it was for me. Rebekah liked bondage, but she LOVED to be gagged. She said to me that it let her really let loose.
Far be it from me to deny her that, eh?
The most expensive purchase we’d made that day was the trainer gag. It was basically a ball-gag with straps that went over the head as well as behind it. There was Velcro along the straps that went around her face to accommodate two similarly Velcroed patches that made a convenient blindfold when applied. These I left off for now, preferring her gagged only for the moment. I also completely undressed at this time, but y’all don’t need details about my lil’ white ass, so I shan’t elaborate.
Stepping once again behind her, I brought my hands to her breasts. As she looked in the mirror, I released the clasps on her nipples. This can sting for a second, so I was gentle. Still, this brought a distinct “MMmnnnggg!!” from my lover’s gagged mouth. While she was still looking in the mirror at me, I wriggled my hands over her body, inching closer. What came out of her mouth was probably “No….No…” but it came out more as…”MMmnngg….mmmmmmnngg…” with that lilt at the end like she was asking a question. Her gagged laughter was sweet as I brought my fingers in contact with her sensitive skin and tickled her once more. Up and down her body, finding all of her ticklish spots, I marveled at the sight of my girlfriend wriggling in her bondage to escape the intense tickling. And intense it was. Becky could take a lot, and we were constantly pushing her limits. The beauty of this set-up was that I could see the front as well as the back of her beautiful body while I tickle-tortured her. I squeezed over her hips, one of her VERY sensitive spots, and she literally screamed into the gag. The sound was incredibly erotic, and I coaxed more of it out of her, tickling her nude, tied body with reckless abandon. She was my toy for the moment, and I was playing quite nicely thankyouverymuch.
After I had come to the end of what I could take of watching this hedonistic display, I stopped and added the final touch to Rebekah’s bondage. Affixing the patches to their assigned place, she was blind as well as silenced. And she was a sight to behold. Leaning into her from behind, I took both of her breasts in my hands and played with them in the way that I knew she liked. Master/Slave time was over, it now being time for mutual exqusiteness.
Taking her from behind with a little effort, (our respective heights made this not all that difficult in her position) I made love to her, lightly tickling her body as I paced her. I knew my girl, and she knew me. We were like two parts of the same wave as her ass ground into my pelvic region. Having played before, I knew that she truly got off on having an orgasm while being tickled. I couldn’t do it too hard, or it would take too long, and to be bluntly honest with you, I wasn’t going to hold out a hell of a long time after the turn-on that our session had become.
I tickled up and down her sides, into her armpits and back again , her giggles and muted laughter mixed with loud moans of pleasure. I could feel her changing her pace, and knew that her orgasm was rapidly approaching. I placed my fingers over this spot on her waist that was a little around toward the back, right below her sexy ribs. Her One True Spot, if you know what I mean. Fluttering my fingers over the hyper-ticklish skin, her body squirmed in the most erotic fashion. The sound that eminated from the gag was a series of monotone moans as her head was flung back. Taking a handful of hair I gently pulled a little, not hard, and kissed her neck as I came with her.
When we were finished, I immediately removed the trainer-gag, and she hung limp from the wrist restraints. I went around the front of her again and kissed her deeply, then began to release her. All in all, it was a pretty long session, the longest that we’d had up until that point, and I could tell that my beautiful jewel was exhausted. I wasn’t all that bright-eyed and bushy-tailed myself, truth be told. We shared a shower, smoked a bowl and curled up in bed, falling asleep after our customary talk about our experience.
(Note: This session was between two people who really knew each other well. As a member of the D/S community as well as the tickling community, I would be remiss if I didn’t raise a point. Anything this intense requires the utmost trust from both partners. As a rule, I don’t use ball-gags with heavy tickling, but I did with Rebekah ONLY because I knew she could handle it. We had a signal worked out, three snaps of her fingers, if it got to be too much. Please play nice and obey all the common sense rules if you are going to bring something like this to reality. And above all….have fun!)
This particular evening was spent at Rebekah’s house for a change, her stepmother being gone for a week. The family wasn’t rich, but they were pretty well off. Lots of neat furniture in the house. This evening, we took advantage of one of those pieces and had a grand ol’ time.
Rebekah had this bed that was simply magnificent. Twin-sized with four posts that went straight up to a canopy. She liked to sit on her bed and do her hair in the morning, so she had a large mirror on the wall at the head of the bed.
We’d spent the day just shopping around the nearest large town, which by chance had an Adult store. And wouldn’t you know it, I just so happened to pass right by it on the way home. Neat how things work out sometimes, huh? We stopped in and wound up picking up a few toys. Wanna know what we got? Sorry, you’ll have to read the rest of the story……
Anyway, we stopped at a friend’s on the way back and had a few drinks and some BS time, so we were both in kind of a randy mood when we got back. We decided to go all out and have this big BDSM night. As I told you before, I’d tied her up a lot, but we wanted to get really into it. Rebekah wasn’t a wuss by any stretch of the imagination, but when it came to the bedroom she could be extremely submissive. Not only for my benefit, but for her own as well. We didn’t really role-play a specific scene, but just started getting into Master/Slave mode pretty much as soon as we hit the door.
(Before I go any further, let me explain something to those of you who may only be familiar with tickling and not the BDSM scene as a whole. I am not a misogynist. I respect women and treasure them. What follows is the CONSENSUAL play between two adults. I didn’t consider Rebekah my “slave”, she was submissive to me out of her own desire. None of the verbal play was intended as demeaning. We had been together quite a while, and knew each other’s tastes and limits. )
We got inside and set our bags down. She put her arms around me and kissed me.
“Did I say you could do that?” I asked her. She knew what mode to be in.
“No, sir,” she said, lowering her eyes, “May I kiss you, please?”
“Yes, you may,” I replied.
After our kiss, I told her that I wanted her to go into the bathroom and make herself presentable. Knowing what I meant, she showered, blow-dried her hair, put on a touch of make up and applied just a touch of the scent that I loved on her. She emerged wearing only the collar that I’d bought for her a few months back for our “special times.” It was violet (the favorite color of both of us) and fit her comfortably. During her preparation, I’d made myself comfortable, eschewing my day clothes in favor of the black, loose-fitting silk pants that I favored. That was it. Rebekah loved the way I looked in them, and as I said, this wasn’t only a one-sided experience for us. If it made my girl happy, so be it. Plus they felt really cool against my ass, but you really didn’t need to know that did you? Sorry.
Anyway, I was on the couch when she entered the living room. She was a stunning beauty to me, made even more so by the fact that she dolled herself up for my pleasure. Presenting herself properly with her hands behind her back, she smiled at me.
“You look beautiful, my love.” I said to her and meant every word.
“Thank you. You look good in black, have I told you that?”
She did, but I liked to hear it.
“I’m tired from today, would you please rub my feet?” I asked her. She sat down on the couch and took my feet in her warm hands. She was very good at foot massages, and she knew that if they weren’t my favorite thing, they were in the Top Five. After awhile I told her to stop.
“That was very nice, thank you, love” I said as I smiled at her.
“I get the feeling that Master isn’t finished with me yet, is he?” she asked with the most adorable grin.
“No he isn’t,” I replied, “Do you feel the need for a training session?”
“If it pleases you,” she said.
Leading her to the bedroom, I picked up our bags from the trip. Yeah, THOSE bags, just hang on….
“Where do you wish me?” she asked when we got there.
“Over there,” I said, pointing to the foot of the bed, “Face the mirror and close your eyes.”
Rebekah did as she was told as I got out the toys we’d bought. The first was a set of restraints that looked interesting. There were cuffs for wrists and ankles with small loops in them for rope. These I applied to their respective places. Once cuffed, I took out the lengths of colored rope. Specialty stuff, violet. I had her facing the head of the bed. I laced the rope through the loop of one of the ankle restraints and pulled her foot against the post. She held onto the upright posts for balance as I did the same to the other foot. She had to spread her legs a bit wide to get this accomplished, but not overly so.
“Shall I continue?” I asked her.
“Yes, please.”
“Ask me then,” I said.
“Please, sir. Tie me up.”
As I said, she was totally into this now, and I can’t say I wasn’t. Dominating her was a massive turn-on for me, not only physically but psychologically as well. I continued her bondage, tying her arms to the posts, as high over her head as I could get. The posts were carved wood, so there were plenty of curves and notches to tie the rope around so it wouldn’t slip down. She was secure, her luscious body forming a human X. I stood behind her, and we both looked into the mirror.
“How do you feel?” I asked her.
“I feel beautiful,” she replied, “I feel like I’m yours.”
“Well, you are….on both counts, my love.” I said as I kissed the back of her neck. Going back into one of the bags, I produced more rope and bound her breasts in a halter tie. Not too tight, but enough to sensitize them a bit. Her breasts were wrapped with a few passes of the soft rope, then up over her shoulders, around the back of her neck and across her chest just below the tied breasts. She had magnificent tits, I remember telling you, and in bondage they were simply a dream.
I got on the bed, kneeling and facing her. I brought the bag with me and pulled out one of the playthings she’d picked out. It was a set of nipple clips that were pretty cool. They had these little rollers on them to adjust the tension for a custom fit. A thin silver chain connected them. I applied the first one and dialed up the pressure until it felt snug, but not painful.
“Would you like the other one, Rebekah?” I asked as I ran the tip of it over her other nipple.
“Yes, sir. Please put it on.” she answered with her eyes closed.
“Open your eyes,” I said, “and look down. I want you to watch.”
She obeyed and watched as the second clip was applied to her waiting nipple, hardened up by a few licks from Yours Truly. After both were snug, I gave each a little turn to tighten them just a bit. Rebekah liked this, so it wasn’t sadistic, and I knew that if I went slow, she could take a lot of pressure on her nipples.
I got up and circled my submissive girlfriend.
“Who is in charge here?” I asked her, playing out the fantasy we both enjoyed.
“You are, Sir.”
“Very good. Now, what can I do with you, my dear?”
“Anything you want to. Just please don’t leave me alone like this.”
“Maybe I should, just to see if you’ll be quiet. What do you think?” I teased.
“No, please! You can do anything you want to me, I’ll be a good girl, just please stay.”
“If I stay, I’m gonna play……”
I took the next item out of the bag. It was a blue feather mounted on a flexible shaft. When Becky saw this in the store, her eyes lit up, so a few bucks later, it was hers. Or mine, as the case may be.
“Rebekah? I want you to remain silent. Not a peep, understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied.
Starting at the base of her neck, I ran the feather down the center of her back. Slowly, I retraced the route several times. On the last pass, I went farther down and ran the plume over her gorgeous ass. She was doing an admirable job of remaining quiet, but I could tell by the way her eyes were clenched shut that she was running out of willpower.
“Something to say, my love?” I teased.
She shook her head no as I ran the feather up her back again, this time going from side to side as well as top to bottom. These little sounds were coming from her throat. Her face was squeezed shut like she was giving birth to a volleyball or something. I started running the feather up one of her arms when she lost it.
“mmmmnnggg…..MMMMNNGGHH……HHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!”
“Didn’t last long, did you?” I asked her as I placed my head on her shoulder and we looked at each other in the mirror.
“I’m sorry! I tried, I really did. Please don’t punish me for that, please?”
She knew I was going to and played along.
“Count.” I said, and she knew what I meant. Looking at her lovely ass, I stroked one cheek and gave it a light but firm swat.
“One,” she obediently replied.
Another swat, this one a bit harder.
“T-Two.”
The third brought some redness to the flesh.
“OWW! Three…”
This went on for the requisite ten that she liked.
“Now, have we learned anything?” I asked
“Yes. Be quiet when asked.”
“Very good. For that I’m going to give you a choice.” She knew full well where I was going with this. “You can be spanked more, or you can be tickled more…the choice is all yours.”
She remained silent for a moment. If there was one thing my girl was really good at, it was making these moments linger. She knew how much I loved tickling her, and she wanted to make it real.
“You wouldn’t tickle me like this, would you sir?” she meekly asked.
“I could spank you, I guess….” I trailed off.
“No! Please don’t, it hurts.” She paused. “Please tickle me, sir.”
“If you insist, my love.” I said with a sneer.
I was behind her once again. “Look into the mirror,” I said as I placed my hands at her elbows. We locked gazes in the reflecting glass as I trailed my fingers down her arms, wriggling them as I got closer to her helpless armpits.
“Hee hee…Do I have to…hee hee…..stay quiet…hmmm hmmm….this time?” she asked between giggles.
“Not at all,” I replied, “In fact, I’ll place a bet that you’re going to be howling pretty soon…”
When I got to her armpits, I raked my fingernails over the spot that I knew was extremely ticklish. Over and over the spot I tickled, telling her to keep looking at the action in the mirror. She was obedient in keeping her eyes opened and focused on the tickling, but she was laughing rather loudly to make up for it.
“AAAIIGGGHHHHHAHAHAHHEEEEEE…….THATTICKLESSOMUCH!!!!…..HHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
Without a word, I tickled up and down her arms as she pulled at the restraints. I placed one hand under her arm as I took the chain between her nipple clips in the other. Tickling her armpit with one hand and gently giving the chain the occasional tug, she squeezed her eyes shut and mingled her laughter with sharp intakes of breath and a few moans. I let her take her eyes off the mirror, knowing that it was unreasonable considering the paces I was going to put her through. The hand I was using to tickle her had found its way over her ribs and I was giving her a series of pokes and tickles. Carefully, at the same time, I had the chain pulled outward and was moving it from side to side, changing the greater tension from one nipple to the other.
“HHHAAAAAAA….Oooohhhhh….AAAAAHHHH…HHHEHEHEHHAAAAAA…OHGODOHGODPLEEEEEAAASSEEEEEE!!!!!!!…..AAAHAHAHAHHHEEHEHEHEEEEEEE!!”
One thing about Rebekah, she never yelled “Stop” during these special sessions. She’d laugh her fool head off, but in a strange way, she enjoyed it. Abandoning the chain, I stepped back behind her and tickled her ribs with both hands, taking some moments to lightly trail my fingers all over her back, which became more ticklish if she were tickled elsewhere for any period of time.
“HHAHAHHAAAAA…OH YOU’RE CRUEL!!!!…AAAHAHAHHEEEEEEGGAAAWWDDD!!”
“I’m WHAT?” I said, raising my voice in mock surprise.
“NONONO..I DIDN’T MEAN IT!!!!!..AAAHHAHAHAHHHEEEE…PLEEEAAASEEE!!!”
“That was pretty bad, love……”
I brought both of my hands down and gripped her waist.
“Sorry?” I asked.
“Y-YES!!! I’m SORRY!!!”
“Yep, you are!” I said as I dug in. I squeezed her sides up and down the length of her waist, from under the ribcage to her hips and the curve of her waist in between. She was holding herself up by her wrists, her legs buckling as much at the knee as her bondage would allow. Her laughter had become more silent as she gasped for breath. I traveled up to her ribs again and under her arms. This was a series of hard, quick tickles over the spots I’d grown to know and love. I’d stare at her face in the mirror, and she’d give me a knowing smile, her face poised in preparation. It was a big tease, and we were both having fun with it. Me more than her, probably, but them’s the breaks, eh?
After finishing with her tickle-torture for the moment, I allowed her to catch her breath. She would need it.
I kissed her and stroked her body for a while, enjoying the feel of it. She was writhing in motion and getting into the swing of things. I came around the front of her body, kneeling on the bed and basically just started making out with her. Rebekah responded as well as she could in her bondage. Her eyes went a little wide when I played my hand over her pussy, tickling a little, but massaging more. I knew her rhythm, and knew how far I could go with this. Tugging at the chain with one hand and pleasuring her with the other, we fell back into our roles.
“Do you want to come?” I asked.
“Y-Yes, please!” she replied with her eyes shut and head back. Her breath was getting rapid and I simply don’t have the words to describe how utterly erotic and sexually alluring she looked while she was feeling the pleasure of my touch while she was so thoroughly bound. I may have been the Dominant one here, but she had me wrapped around her little finger as well. For those of you who’ve not experienced it yet, this sort of play in combination with really being in love is beyond description.
“Do you think you deserve it?” I asked as I picked up the pace.
“If you …ahhhh….think I do…..oooohhhh…..”
“Oh, I think you do, but we need to break in one more thing, don’t you think?” I said as I slowly eased off and got back off the bed.
“Yes, please!” she said. I knew this finishing touch was for her as much as it was for me. Rebekah liked bondage, but she LOVED to be gagged. She said to me that it let her really let loose.
Far be it from me to deny her that, eh?
The most expensive purchase we’d made that day was the trainer gag. It was basically a ball-gag with straps that went over the head as well as behind it. There was Velcro along the straps that went around her face to accommodate two similarly Velcroed patches that made a convenient blindfold when applied. These I left off for now, preferring her gagged only for the moment. I also completely undressed at this time, but y’all don’t need details about my lil’ white ass, so I shan’t elaborate.
Stepping once again behind her, I brought my hands to her breasts. As she looked in the mirror, I released the clasps on her nipples. This can sting for a second, so I was gentle. Still, this brought a distinct “MMmnnnggg!!” from my lover’s gagged mouth. While she was still looking in the mirror at me, I wriggled my hands over her body, inching closer. What came out of her mouth was probably “No….No…” but it came out more as…”MMmnngg….mmmmmmnngg…” with that lilt at the end like she was asking a question. Her gagged laughter was sweet as I brought my fingers in contact with her sensitive skin and tickled her once more. Up and down her body, finding all of her ticklish spots, I marveled at the sight of my girlfriend wriggling in her bondage to escape the intense tickling. And intense it was. Becky could take a lot, and we were constantly pushing her limits. The beauty of this set-up was that I could see the front as well as the back of her beautiful body while I tickle-tortured her. I squeezed over her hips, one of her VERY sensitive spots, and she literally screamed into the gag. The sound was incredibly erotic, and I coaxed more of it out of her, tickling her nude, tied body with reckless abandon. She was my toy for the moment, and I was playing quite nicely thankyouverymuch.
After I had come to the end of what I could take of watching this hedonistic display, I stopped and added the final touch to Rebekah’s bondage. Affixing the patches to their assigned place, she was blind as well as silenced. And she was a sight to behold. Leaning into her from behind, I took both of her breasts in my hands and played with them in the way that I knew she liked. Master/Slave time was over, it now being time for mutual exqusiteness.
Taking her from behind with a little effort, (our respective heights made this not all that difficult in her position) I made love to her, lightly tickling her body as I paced her. I knew my girl, and she knew me. We were like two parts of the same wave as her ass ground into my pelvic region. Having played before, I knew that she truly got off on having an orgasm while being tickled. I couldn’t do it too hard, or it would take too long, and to be bluntly honest with you, I wasn’t going to hold out a hell of a long time after the turn-on that our session had become.
I tickled up and down her sides, into her armpits and back again , her giggles and muted laughter mixed with loud moans of pleasure. I could feel her changing her pace, and knew that her orgasm was rapidly approaching. I placed my fingers over this spot on her waist that was a little around toward the back, right below her sexy ribs. Her One True Spot, if you know what I mean. Fluttering my fingers over the hyper-ticklish skin, her body squirmed in the most erotic fashion. The sound that eminated from the gag was a series of monotone moans as her head was flung back. Taking a handful of hair I gently pulled a little, not hard, and kissed her neck as I came with her.
When we were finished, I immediately removed the trainer-gag, and she hung limp from the wrist restraints. I went around the front of her again and kissed her deeply, then began to release her. All in all, it was a pretty long session, the longest that we’d had up until that point, and I could tell that my beautiful jewel was exhausted. I wasn’t all that bright-eyed and bushy-tailed myself, truth be told. We shared a shower, smoked a bowl and curled up in bed, falling asleep after our customary talk about our experience.
(Note: This session was between two people who really knew each other well. As a member of the D/S community as well as the tickling community, I would be remiss if I didn’t raise a point. Anything this intense requires the utmost trust from both partners. As a rule, I don’t use ball-gags with heavy tickling, but I did with Rebekah ONLY because I knew she could handle it. We had a signal worked out, three snaps of her fingers, if it got to be too much. Please play nice and obey all the common sense rules if you are going to bring something like this to reality. And above all….have fun!)
