I’d been planning this for months now, ever since you’d confessed this particular little fantasy to me. Lying there in bed, bodies wrapped together in the aftermath of a particularly inventive bout of lovemaking we’d started talking about what we fantasised about, given money and time were no object of course. For the most part it was just that, fantasies, but as soon as you told me this one, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to let it go. Lying there in the dark as you whispered “you’d make me your slave, tie me, tease me, tickle me, fuck me, whatever you wanted” and I knew that was one dream that I had to make come true.
It hadn’t been easy. Even thinking about that situation on my own was enough to bring images to mind of intricate bondage and sensual torture to make the Marquis De Sade look like Mary Whitehouse and I knew that if I ever got to actually do any of those things with you your very presence would make me want to go even further. I started planning at the beginning of April, and it would take until mid June before everything would come together.
First, and most important, I’d need somewhere with a lot of space that I could set up in advance and where there’d be no-one around to hear your laughter. That turned out to be the easy bit, as I talked a friend into loaning me his parents’ beach cottage for a while. They rented it out in the summer, so I had till the start of July to get everything ready. Better yet it was set well back in the sand dunes, and the immediate area around it was actually considered private property. Not that it would make much difference, until the tourist season kicked off those dunes were more or less deserted.
The hard part was in planning exactly what I’d need to make this fantasy special. I suspected you’d have settled for a large bed, some handcuffs and a feather, but I’ve always been a believer in doing something properly, and frankly I really wanted this to not only live up to your expectations but also surpass them. It took the best part of six weeks, grabbing what time I could without making you too suspicious, to get everything built, and another two to get it all in place.
It seemed that this was going to be one of those rare weekends when everything seemed, well, almost perfect. The sun was blazing, it was way warmer than usual for that time of year, more like August than June, and if the weather forecast was to be believed it was going to be like this all weekend long. I’d hired a little Lotus sports car and we had the top down and the tape deck playing as we headed out along the beach road. I was trying desperately hard to keep the grin off my face, you knew me too well to see a full-on Cheshire cat grin and not think something was up and I really didn’t want to spoil the surprise. You had your head resting on my shoulder, your hair being caught gently by the wind, tickling my slightly and it was the closest I’ve ever been to heaven. Finally we arrived at the cabin and I grabbed the luggage (a swimsuit each, a change of clothes, and that was about it) and opened up the front door, holding it open to let you in first. You slipped past, turning to brush your lips on mine as you went, turned back and stopped dead.
The cottage was set up so the front door opened right onto the main room and I’d spent some considerable time getting everything to look right. I’d put spotlights around the room to highlight the more impressive of the displays and rigged them to come on when the front door was opened. One light shone on an open cupboard that seemed to hold every sort of feather and brush known to man, each in their own holder and in perfect condition. Another light showed a matched set of shackles, two attached to hooks in the ceiling, two directly to the floor. A third revealed an odd set of straps hanging from the ceiling, all of them padded and gleaming menacingly in the light. But it was the last object that captured your attention.
There, in the centre of the room was a large wooden X frame, but like none you’d ever seen before. There were restraints at the end points of the X, another set about halfway down the each beam and a wider one in the middle. All over the X were holes, some so small it looked like a pencil would have a hard time fitting through, others big enough to fit an arm or leg through. It was finished in a black satin effect that reflected every single bit of light in the room and gave it a distinctly menacing look. I saw your eyes flick back and forth between the X and the ‘tool’ cabinet, as if your mind couldn’t quite believe what you were seeing. Finally you turned round and looked up at me, and I saw the question in your eyes before you asked it.
“What…” you started but I cut across you “Oh, didn’t I mention, as of dawn tomorrow, you’re here to be my tickle slave for the weekend my love. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself, well, for some of the time at least.”
“Dawn tomorrow, but, umm, why not, well, why wait?” You ask, and I’m glad to see you’ve accepted this so quickly and easily. “Two reasons my love, one, I want to give you some time to think about what exactly I’m going to do to your body once you’re tied up, stretched out and helpless, watching those swirling feathers descend towards your naked, soft skin. Reason two, while I do want to hear you scream tonight, I want it to be for a slightly different reason.”
So saying I scoped you up in my arms and headed for the bedroom. I laid you down on the bed and slid your top up over you head, and slid the skirt from around your waist. I started at the top of your head and worked my way down, kissing, licking and nibbling every inch of flesh, occasionally pressing in just the right way to make you giggle and jump slightly. I kept moving down your body, over your ribs and stomach hoping that you were excited enough not to realise I wasn’t just being a little clumsy in my motions, but was testing every tickle spot on your body to get an idea of where to start in the morning. By the time I reached your waist you were moaning and wriggling under me, but I kept up the slow, deliberate pace, hooking your panties as I went and rolling them down your legs just ahead of my wet, willing mouth. As they slipped past your toes I shifted slightly and started to rub and suck your feet, being careful to keep my actions deliberate to avoid tickling you if I could. There’d be plenty of time for that later, right now I wanted to take you right to your limit before I pushed you over the edge, hoping that I’d be able to make this seem like a mere shiver over the next two days.
I managed to keep you on the edge for another half an hour, until you were literally panting for release, then I made the fatal mistake of looking right into your eyes and the look of sheer need I saw there overrode anything else I may have done. We came together in a shuddering climax that left us both drained and exhausted in the bed. Almost automatically we moved together, curling up as I reached down and pulled a sheet over our entwined bodies. You fell asleep almost immediately and I soon felt myself following. My last proper thought before sleep claimed me was, despite how beautiful you looked curled up against me now, you’d look even better when you were begging for mercy in the morning….
Part 2
I woke with the feeling that something was wrong, or at least out of the ordinary. I guess I must have been more tired than I thought, as it took me a few seconds to come fully awake, and that proved to be a big mistake. Still slightly dazed I opened my eyes and blinked to try and clear my vision. It didn’t work, and I heard a click from somewhere above my head as something cold encircled both wrists. Finally I came to properly as I realised what was going on, my hands were caught, I presumed with a set of handcuffs and the pressure over my eyes suggested a blindfold of some sort. Denied any chance to fight back, I resorted to the only weapon I had left and started talking.
“Umm, Destiny, what are you doing?”
“Just carrying out my fantasy my love, that is why we’re here isn’t it?” I swear I could hear the smile in your voice, and decided I had nothing to loose by trying to maintain some semblance of confidence.
“Well, if this is your fantasy, I think you’ve got it back to front, aren’t you the one that’s supposed to be in chains?”
“Later lover, later. You see, there’s something I guess I forgot to mention when I described all this to you. And as you so kindly provided both the toys and the body I couldn’t resist trying this. ”
“Try what?” I ask, and I couldn’t quite keep my voice from wavering as the possible answers to that question flashed through my mind.
“Well, first I’m going to slide your cock inside me,” you tease, matching your actions to the words as you straddled my body and worked me in until you were sitting astride my hips, effectively pinning me to the bed. “And, as it’s far too early for me to be doing such strenuous work, I’ll give you some encouragement to move for me.” So saying you drove your fingers into my ribs and dug in!
I’m insanely ticklish at the best of times, and caught like this, still only just coming to terms with what was happening, I had no chance of offering any sort of resistance whatsoever. I exploded with laughter and tried to throw you off me, trying to find any leverage I could to escape those maddening fingers. But it was hopeless, you knew exactly what you were doing when you set me up like this, I couldn’t get a grip on anything with my hands, and you were perfectly positioned to eliminate any chance of being able to get my legs under me. My only real chance was to try and buck hard enough to throw you off, and in the process of course I’d be giving you exactly what you wanted. The only problem was my pride wasn’t going to let me give in that easily and I fought to keep still as the rest of my self-control dissolved.
I knew I couldn’t hold on to even that small a victory for long, but apparently that surrender wasn’t going to come soon enough for you. Your fingers shifted, one hand moving up to tickle my armpits and neck, the other moving across and down slightly to torture my stomach and belly button. That was just too much for me to take, and I started writhing under you, trying to sink down into the bed before throwing my hips upwards to try and stop your relentless probing. I came close a couple of times, then felt your legs slide around my body and squeeze me as you rode me despite my best efforts to dislodge you.
“Noooo, plehehehase Destinahahahahy, stopppp, I can’tttt take this, stopstopstop, no mororore, pleaseStop!” I was going insane, your fingers seemed to be everywhere from my waist to my neck, never giving me a break or chance to catch my breath and I was becoming exhausted from the efforts to pitch your body off mine. Suddenly you stopped, yanking your fingers away as if they’d been burned.
“Okay, okay, as you asked so nicely, I’ll give you a short break” you practically purr at me, and I suddenly realise just how wet this has made you as you slide your hips in a slow circle around my trapped cock. You pause for about a second before continuing “There, did you enjoy it?” and your hands dive back into my armpits sending me straight back to hell. You start to squeeze harder with your thighs and through the laughter, I realise you’re only moments away from coming. Figuring that my best bet for getting out of this situation is to give you exactly what you want, I fight to get some rhythm in my movement and just for a second it seems like it may be working as a groan escapes your lips. Then you lean over me and start flicking your hair over my chest and stomach. The extra sensations are too much and I start thrashing wildly under you, any semblance of rhythm gone as I struggle to breathe, I can’t even laugh any more and my mouth hangs open as I gasp for air as best I can. Suddenly I feel you clench around me and then your orgasm sweeps over you, your cries the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard as you draw out your pleasure as long as you possible can.
You slide off and pull the blindfold from my eyes, unlock the handcuffs and slide down besides me, and suddenly I realise that there was something else going on here besides your surprise attack. Without it, I know I’d have been unable to resist you as you writhed and screamed under my touch, and wouldn’t have been able to keep focused on fulfilling your fantasy. Now, the thought of sweet revenge would give me extra incentive to focus on the job at hand. I gaze down into your eyes and see just a hint of smugness at what you’d done, and decide its time for some payback…
I slide one hand down your body, and slip it under your legs, rolling you slightly so that you’re half on top of me. I guess you were expecting me to be a bit out of it for a while after what you just put me through, as you get caught completely by surprise as I sweep you up in one motion and get my feet on the floor. I move as quickly as I can while making sure not to drop you as you squirm to try and get away, but you’ve got no purchase, no grip and it’s only a few steps into the main room. I head for the left of the room, towards the matched set of ceiling and floor shackles trying to work out how the hell I’m going to get you strapped in place without letting you slip away. I decide to take the easy option and drop to the ground, making sure to cushion your body with mine, relying on the surprise of the fall to give me the second or two I need. As soon as you’re on the ground I flip round and, still lying on the ground, lock first the left then the right ankle cuffs into place. You’re twisting round but it’s already too late and I shift so that I’m kneeling over your back, wrap my arms around your waist and pull you upright, giving you enough time to get your feet under you as we go. Again, your surprise at the speed of the motion works in my favour and I get your right arm up and locked in place before you get a chance to try and yank your wrist from my grasp. I get your left hand up high enough to reach the cuff but you’re fighting back now and I can’t quite get the leverage I need to secure you. Not wanting to give you any chance to fight back, I drop my face to your neck, lock my lips loosely around your skin and start blowing, goosing your skin and making you squeal. Automatically you jerk your head to the left and your body shifts with it, just giving me enough reach to secure your wrist. I step back and walk around you slowly admiring every curve as you pull at your bonds, trying to find a way out of this predicament.
I give you some time to get used to your position, keeping a careful eye on the restraints to make sure they’re not too tight or uncomfortable. After a few minutes you stop twisting and settle down, seemingly accepting your fate, at least for now. That look of defiance is still in your eyes and the look you give me as I stare at you is loaded with equal parts challenge, pride, apprehension and lust.
“Okay, you’ve got me, but you know you’re not going to break me so why bother?” you ask in a display of bravado that definitely isn’t matched by your body language.
“You’re very confident for someone in such a compromising position.” I note, running my fingers over your upper body as I do so, light fleeting touches that threaten to tickle but aren’t quite hard enough to make you do more than flinch. I come closer, dropping my voice as low as I can while still being audible “I’m going to reduce you to a laughing, hysterical, mess my dear Destiny, and I’m going to enjoy doing it. And at the end you’ll be so desperate you will be begging fo..”
You cut across me, “Oh, I’m going to beg for you to stop? ‘Oh please, I’m too ticklish, please stop’ that sort of thing? I don’t think so, there’s no way I’ll do that.” You reply, sarcasm and defiance dripping from every word, that confidence on display again as I move away towards the small kitchen. As I reach the door, I turn and leave you with something to think about:
“To stop? No my love, you won’t be pleading for mercy, you’ll be begging for more.”
I’m only gone for a minute or two, just long enough to grab a much-needed drink and to check a couple of surprises I had lined up. I grab a stool and sit down in front of you, and again run my eyes over your body. You really do look gorgeous spread out like this, still flushed from the combination of sex and struggle that got you into this position in the first place. In my right hand I’m holding a long, stiff white feather and I start twirling it between my fingers as I stare into your eyes. A small moan escapes your lips and I start slowly circling you, getting a little closer with each step until finally I’m standing right behind you. I slip both arms around your waist, the left holding your body still, the right bringing the feather up and waving it slowly in front of your face. I feel you tense as I move the feather down and edge it closer to your skin. Closer and closer, circling your breasts until finally it makes contact, long sweeping motions across the surface of both breasts, tickling but also deliberately intended to turn you on and the sounds you’re making seem to match this, a mix of giggling and moaning that’s intoxicating. But this is only the warm up after all, and after a minute of this I drop the feather and start scratching your stomach and ribs with my fingers.
It hadn’t been easy. Even thinking about that situation on my own was enough to bring images to mind of intricate bondage and sensual torture to make the Marquis De Sade look like Mary Whitehouse and I knew that if I ever got to actually do any of those things with you your very presence would make me want to go even further. I started planning at the beginning of April, and it would take until mid June before everything would come together.
First, and most important, I’d need somewhere with a lot of space that I could set up in advance and where there’d be no-one around to hear your laughter. That turned out to be the easy bit, as I talked a friend into loaning me his parents’ beach cottage for a while. They rented it out in the summer, so I had till the start of July to get everything ready. Better yet it was set well back in the sand dunes, and the immediate area around it was actually considered private property. Not that it would make much difference, until the tourist season kicked off those dunes were more or less deserted.
The hard part was in planning exactly what I’d need to make this fantasy special. I suspected you’d have settled for a large bed, some handcuffs and a feather, but I’ve always been a believer in doing something properly, and frankly I really wanted this to not only live up to your expectations but also surpass them. It took the best part of six weeks, grabbing what time I could without making you too suspicious, to get everything built, and another two to get it all in place.
It seemed that this was going to be one of those rare weekends when everything seemed, well, almost perfect. The sun was blazing, it was way warmer than usual for that time of year, more like August than June, and if the weather forecast was to be believed it was going to be like this all weekend long. I’d hired a little Lotus sports car and we had the top down and the tape deck playing as we headed out along the beach road. I was trying desperately hard to keep the grin off my face, you knew me too well to see a full-on Cheshire cat grin and not think something was up and I really didn’t want to spoil the surprise. You had your head resting on my shoulder, your hair being caught gently by the wind, tickling my slightly and it was the closest I’ve ever been to heaven. Finally we arrived at the cabin and I grabbed the luggage (a swimsuit each, a change of clothes, and that was about it) and opened up the front door, holding it open to let you in first. You slipped past, turning to brush your lips on mine as you went, turned back and stopped dead.
The cottage was set up so the front door opened right onto the main room and I’d spent some considerable time getting everything to look right. I’d put spotlights around the room to highlight the more impressive of the displays and rigged them to come on when the front door was opened. One light shone on an open cupboard that seemed to hold every sort of feather and brush known to man, each in their own holder and in perfect condition. Another light showed a matched set of shackles, two attached to hooks in the ceiling, two directly to the floor. A third revealed an odd set of straps hanging from the ceiling, all of them padded and gleaming menacingly in the light. But it was the last object that captured your attention.
There, in the centre of the room was a large wooden X frame, but like none you’d ever seen before. There were restraints at the end points of the X, another set about halfway down the each beam and a wider one in the middle. All over the X were holes, some so small it looked like a pencil would have a hard time fitting through, others big enough to fit an arm or leg through. It was finished in a black satin effect that reflected every single bit of light in the room and gave it a distinctly menacing look. I saw your eyes flick back and forth between the X and the ‘tool’ cabinet, as if your mind couldn’t quite believe what you were seeing. Finally you turned round and looked up at me, and I saw the question in your eyes before you asked it.
“What…” you started but I cut across you “Oh, didn’t I mention, as of dawn tomorrow, you’re here to be my tickle slave for the weekend my love. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself, well, for some of the time at least.”
“Dawn tomorrow, but, umm, why not, well, why wait?” You ask, and I’m glad to see you’ve accepted this so quickly and easily. “Two reasons my love, one, I want to give you some time to think about what exactly I’m going to do to your body once you’re tied up, stretched out and helpless, watching those swirling feathers descend towards your naked, soft skin. Reason two, while I do want to hear you scream tonight, I want it to be for a slightly different reason.”
So saying I scoped you up in my arms and headed for the bedroom. I laid you down on the bed and slid your top up over you head, and slid the skirt from around your waist. I started at the top of your head and worked my way down, kissing, licking and nibbling every inch of flesh, occasionally pressing in just the right way to make you giggle and jump slightly. I kept moving down your body, over your ribs and stomach hoping that you were excited enough not to realise I wasn’t just being a little clumsy in my motions, but was testing every tickle spot on your body to get an idea of where to start in the morning. By the time I reached your waist you were moaning and wriggling under me, but I kept up the slow, deliberate pace, hooking your panties as I went and rolling them down your legs just ahead of my wet, willing mouth. As they slipped past your toes I shifted slightly and started to rub and suck your feet, being careful to keep my actions deliberate to avoid tickling you if I could. There’d be plenty of time for that later, right now I wanted to take you right to your limit before I pushed you over the edge, hoping that I’d be able to make this seem like a mere shiver over the next two days.
I managed to keep you on the edge for another half an hour, until you were literally panting for release, then I made the fatal mistake of looking right into your eyes and the look of sheer need I saw there overrode anything else I may have done. We came together in a shuddering climax that left us both drained and exhausted in the bed. Almost automatically we moved together, curling up as I reached down and pulled a sheet over our entwined bodies. You fell asleep almost immediately and I soon felt myself following. My last proper thought before sleep claimed me was, despite how beautiful you looked curled up against me now, you’d look even better when you were begging for mercy in the morning….
Part 2
I woke with the feeling that something was wrong, or at least out of the ordinary. I guess I must have been more tired than I thought, as it took me a few seconds to come fully awake, and that proved to be a big mistake. Still slightly dazed I opened my eyes and blinked to try and clear my vision. It didn’t work, and I heard a click from somewhere above my head as something cold encircled both wrists. Finally I came to properly as I realised what was going on, my hands were caught, I presumed with a set of handcuffs and the pressure over my eyes suggested a blindfold of some sort. Denied any chance to fight back, I resorted to the only weapon I had left and started talking.
“Umm, Destiny, what are you doing?”
“Just carrying out my fantasy my love, that is why we’re here isn’t it?” I swear I could hear the smile in your voice, and decided I had nothing to loose by trying to maintain some semblance of confidence.
“Well, if this is your fantasy, I think you’ve got it back to front, aren’t you the one that’s supposed to be in chains?”
“Later lover, later. You see, there’s something I guess I forgot to mention when I described all this to you. And as you so kindly provided both the toys and the body I couldn’t resist trying this. ”
“Try what?” I ask, and I couldn’t quite keep my voice from wavering as the possible answers to that question flashed through my mind.
“Well, first I’m going to slide your cock inside me,” you tease, matching your actions to the words as you straddled my body and worked me in until you were sitting astride my hips, effectively pinning me to the bed. “And, as it’s far too early for me to be doing such strenuous work, I’ll give you some encouragement to move for me.” So saying you drove your fingers into my ribs and dug in!
I’m insanely ticklish at the best of times, and caught like this, still only just coming to terms with what was happening, I had no chance of offering any sort of resistance whatsoever. I exploded with laughter and tried to throw you off me, trying to find any leverage I could to escape those maddening fingers. But it was hopeless, you knew exactly what you were doing when you set me up like this, I couldn’t get a grip on anything with my hands, and you were perfectly positioned to eliminate any chance of being able to get my legs under me. My only real chance was to try and buck hard enough to throw you off, and in the process of course I’d be giving you exactly what you wanted. The only problem was my pride wasn’t going to let me give in that easily and I fought to keep still as the rest of my self-control dissolved.
I knew I couldn’t hold on to even that small a victory for long, but apparently that surrender wasn’t going to come soon enough for you. Your fingers shifted, one hand moving up to tickle my armpits and neck, the other moving across and down slightly to torture my stomach and belly button. That was just too much for me to take, and I started writhing under you, trying to sink down into the bed before throwing my hips upwards to try and stop your relentless probing. I came close a couple of times, then felt your legs slide around my body and squeeze me as you rode me despite my best efforts to dislodge you.
“Noooo, plehehehase Destinahahahahy, stopppp, I can’tttt take this, stopstopstop, no mororore, pleaseStop!” I was going insane, your fingers seemed to be everywhere from my waist to my neck, never giving me a break or chance to catch my breath and I was becoming exhausted from the efforts to pitch your body off mine. Suddenly you stopped, yanking your fingers away as if they’d been burned.
“Okay, okay, as you asked so nicely, I’ll give you a short break” you practically purr at me, and I suddenly realise just how wet this has made you as you slide your hips in a slow circle around my trapped cock. You pause for about a second before continuing “There, did you enjoy it?” and your hands dive back into my armpits sending me straight back to hell. You start to squeeze harder with your thighs and through the laughter, I realise you’re only moments away from coming. Figuring that my best bet for getting out of this situation is to give you exactly what you want, I fight to get some rhythm in my movement and just for a second it seems like it may be working as a groan escapes your lips. Then you lean over me and start flicking your hair over my chest and stomach. The extra sensations are too much and I start thrashing wildly under you, any semblance of rhythm gone as I struggle to breathe, I can’t even laugh any more and my mouth hangs open as I gasp for air as best I can. Suddenly I feel you clench around me and then your orgasm sweeps over you, your cries the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard as you draw out your pleasure as long as you possible can.
You slide off and pull the blindfold from my eyes, unlock the handcuffs and slide down besides me, and suddenly I realise that there was something else going on here besides your surprise attack. Without it, I know I’d have been unable to resist you as you writhed and screamed under my touch, and wouldn’t have been able to keep focused on fulfilling your fantasy. Now, the thought of sweet revenge would give me extra incentive to focus on the job at hand. I gaze down into your eyes and see just a hint of smugness at what you’d done, and decide its time for some payback…
I slide one hand down your body, and slip it under your legs, rolling you slightly so that you’re half on top of me. I guess you were expecting me to be a bit out of it for a while after what you just put me through, as you get caught completely by surprise as I sweep you up in one motion and get my feet on the floor. I move as quickly as I can while making sure not to drop you as you squirm to try and get away, but you’ve got no purchase, no grip and it’s only a few steps into the main room. I head for the left of the room, towards the matched set of ceiling and floor shackles trying to work out how the hell I’m going to get you strapped in place without letting you slip away. I decide to take the easy option and drop to the ground, making sure to cushion your body with mine, relying on the surprise of the fall to give me the second or two I need. As soon as you’re on the ground I flip round and, still lying on the ground, lock first the left then the right ankle cuffs into place. You’re twisting round but it’s already too late and I shift so that I’m kneeling over your back, wrap my arms around your waist and pull you upright, giving you enough time to get your feet under you as we go. Again, your surprise at the speed of the motion works in my favour and I get your right arm up and locked in place before you get a chance to try and yank your wrist from my grasp. I get your left hand up high enough to reach the cuff but you’re fighting back now and I can’t quite get the leverage I need to secure you. Not wanting to give you any chance to fight back, I drop my face to your neck, lock my lips loosely around your skin and start blowing, goosing your skin and making you squeal. Automatically you jerk your head to the left and your body shifts with it, just giving me enough reach to secure your wrist. I step back and walk around you slowly admiring every curve as you pull at your bonds, trying to find a way out of this predicament.
I give you some time to get used to your position, keeping a careful eye on the restraints to make sure they’re not too tight or uncomfortable. After a few minutes you stop twisting and settle down, seemingly accepting your fate, at least for now. That look of defiance is still in your eyes and the look you give me as I stare at you is loaded with equal parts challenge, pride, apprehension and lust.
“Okay, you’ve got me, but you know you’re not going to break me so why bother?” you ask in a display of bravado that definitely isn’t matched by your body language.
“You’re very confident for someone in such a compromising position.” I note, running my fingers over your upper body as I do so, light fleeting touches that threaten to tickle but aren’t quite hard enough to make you do more than flinch. I come closer, dropping my voice as low as I can while still being audible “I’m going to reduce you to a laughing, hysterical, mess my dear Destiny, and I’m going to enjoy doing it. And at the end you’ll be so desperate you will be begging fo..”
You cut across me, “Oh, I’m going to beg for you to stop? ‘Oh please, I’m too ticklish, please stop’ that sort of thing? I don’t think so, there’s no way I’ll do that.” You reply, sarcasm and defiance dripping from every word, that confidence on display again as I move away towards the small kitchen. As I reach the door, I turn and leave you with something to think about:
“To stop? No my love, you won’t be pleading for mercy, you’ll be begging for more.”
I’m only gone for a minute or two, just long enough to grab a much-needed drink and to check a couple of surprises I had lined up. I grab a stool and sit down in front of you, and again run my eyes over your body. You really do look gorgeous spread out like this, still flushed from the combination of sex and struggle that got you into this position in the first place. In my right hand I’m holding a long, stiff white feather and I start twirling it between my fingers as I stare into your eyes. A small moan escapes your lips and I start slowly circling you, getting a little closer with each step until finally I’m standing right behind you. I slip both arms around your waist, the left holding your body still, the right bringing the feather up and waving it slowly in front of your face. I feel you tense as I move the feather down and edge it closer to your skin. Closer and closer, circling your breasts until finally it makes contact, long sweeping motions across the surface of both breasts, tickling but also deliberately intended to turn you on and the sounds you’re making seem to match this, a mix of giggling and moaning that’s intoxicating. But this is only the warm up after all, and after a minute of this I drop the feather and start scratching your stomach and ribs with my fingers.