The Shore: The Awakening-Part III (M/F Adult Content Spanking VICIOUS TEASE & DENIAL)
We all hide things inside of ourselves. Even in the most imtimate of circumstances there are always parts of ourselves, corrupt thoughts or carnal fantasies, that are strangers to the concious world. We bury this darkness in our infinite depths because it is our Greatest Fear that these perverse desires will consume the ones we love in the wake of their ominous turbulance. We hold on with all that we have to try as we might to keep our darkest recessese locked away in our subconcious. With the next chapter I ask this question: What happens when we let go? For my attempt at that very answer, I would like to cordially invite you... TO MY DYSFUNCTION,
The Shore: Awakening (Giving all first timers a chance to catch up, for everyone looking just for Part III scroll down.)
In the interest of fitting in we often try to change or block out big parts of ourselves to conform to another person or societies expectations. Sometimes, the only way to rediscover those parts of yourself that we leave behind is to take time together as a couple away from those external influences that you can work on being honest, open, and appealing to each other-not the people in your circle. Very few venues on the planet earth offer the same romantic seclusion, as the New Jersey Shore.
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“Boundary: a border that encloses a space or abstract concept.
Rule: A principal or regulation governing conduct, action, procedure, or arrangement.
Safety: the sate of being safe; freedom from the occurrence of loss or danger.
For ‘normal people’ these are simple definitions. Not everyone is ‘normal’. There are some people who eroticize fear, having their rules and boundaries forcibly stripped from them, and being allowed to exist in a weightless world with no illusion of safety. For them, real pleasure only begins when all their fences are taken down. That’s how they let people in.
The world calls these people ‘Masochists’, not me. I just call these people ‘special’. It’s a gift to be able to derive pleasure from having your illusions of control taken away from you. The hard part is to understand which set of rules and boundaries are the illusion for these ‘special’ people. Which ones are there to keep us truly safe? Which ones just add an erotic hint of taboo to our darkest fantasies?
Most ‘special’ people don’t even know the full answers to these questions. Even for the ones that do, the confessions of the masochistic mind are wrapped in the blanket of a lie that it wants forcibly exposed. Only when the illusion of control is taken away (often against their conscious will) can the true flower of pleasure seek light of deepest indulgence. The duality of the conscious protest and the intense subconscious desire is what makes these people so ‘special’. It takes a very committed partner to even take the time to understand and transport you to this ‘special’ world of pleasure.”
The birth of a new morning on the New Jersey shore is an awe inspiring event for even the most casual passer by. It holds even more meaning for Greg and Amanda. They are usually a tad bit too busy to see it first hand, but the orange yellow light pouring through their bedroom window is always a welcome accent to their tangled sheets and entwined bodies. The absence of children knocking on the door, and the ever present desire of the previous nights adventures always make waking up an interesting experience on their romantic get-away.
The morning of their second day together had been no different. There was something warm and intimate about making love when part of you is still tired. The mind is less active and you are free to focus on the warmth of your lover’s body, the gentle massage of tangled hair against bare skin, and the moist warmth of deepest union.
One of the most amazing aspects of their intimate escape was the time that Amanda and Greg could spend just holding and cuddling each other with no where to be. After greeting the rising sun with earthy moans and gentle screams of pleasure they loved nothing more than to just take long baths together. Even the warm water was no match for the intense passion burning between their two merging hearts.
Amanda was sitting on Greg’s lap in their expansive whirl pool bath tub. She was enjoying one of what would prove to be many thorough massages. Amanda always loved the way that Greg showered affection on her so selflessly. It always made her feel so beautiful and wanted. He loved nothing more in the world than to let her know how special she was and that his universe could not exist without her. He loved to feel her soft skin atop him during their baths together. Greg adored the gentle way that Amanda cooed and moaned in approval.
Greg’s strong hands always had the duplicitous effect of relaxing her muscles and making her feel so alive. She couldn’t help but shift in cooperation to let his knowing hands wander about her smooth skin freely. He made sure to remove every knot of tension. After last night and this morning there weren’t many left, but he was content at the feeling of his young wife’s supple skin and tone muscles yielding to him as she emitted her sensual audible form of encouragement. In addition to his strong hands, he always made sure that his warm mouth, tongue, and subtly nibbling teeth were not strangers to her soft neck, cheek, and sensitive ear lobes. He loved to make her shiver as his warm breath *tickled* her ear drums while he whispered sweet nothings in her ears. She was so cute when she would scrunch her nose and squeal with every probe and nibble. Making his wife happy was Greg’s greatest thrill.
As any true *tickle* enthusiast, Greg would make sure to add in a few playful pokes and prods. In the early morning he was always just took pleasure in the subtle way that her body would stir, she would squeal, giggle, and just utter the sweet words, “Hehhe that *tickles.*” Amanda always found ways to accidentally squirm closer to him and make it easier for his wondering fingers to find *ticklish* targets.
Washing Amanda’s feet was something Greg always looked forward to. She would always turn to face him and raise her feet almost aristocratically to him to be “thoroughly” cleaned. 99% of the time her feet were already without flaw but he always took a special amount of time, just to make sure!
Greg had always had a fascination with women’s feet, but with Amanda it went to an all new level. Amanda’s cute tiny size 6 ½ feet were a work of art. Her toes were always well taken care. Greg made sure to administer very regular pedicures on Amanda’s tickly toes. . Her feet were so soft that it was a wonder that she ever walked on them. His fingers would truly melt into the supple skin of her buttery soles. Her toes were the perfect length. Her arches were high and well defined. Her heels and the balls of her feet were always the most delicate shade of pink.
They physical perfection of Amanda’s feet was only part of the equation. Amanda was the most indulgent in his passion for her feet that Greg had ever encountered. She truly derived greater self esteem from the way that he would obsess over her sensitive little feet. He could see the effect that it had on her in her hazel eyes. He could see how much it excited her to raise her wrinkly sole to his waiting lips. She would at first point them at him as a noble receiving service only to splay and spread them apart as they both loved the way she invited his tongue to every deep crevice of her soft toes. Amanda always made sure that her pretty feet were buttery soft, that he could see her perfect toes in lots of tantalizing shoes, and relished his passionate worship of her perfect peds.
It wasn’t much of a chore for Amanda. There was something about the way he stared at them, the way he held them, the way he soothingly massaged them, the way his warm mouth and rough tongue felt on them, the way his teeth tantalized them and obviously how mercilessly Greg would *Tickle* them. It made her feel like a Princess with a loyal foot servant. She still had trouble believing that he actually took the time to learn how to give her professional foot pedicures at home. She coveted their special time together with her precious feet as a special treasure.
Greg and Amanda’s time at Point Pleasant was always just a series of games. For them the time thee was just a steady flow of foreplay and then indulgence. There was very rarely if ever an actual pause to their seductive teasing. After they pried themselves out of their tub it was always a game to see who could appear the least excited while toweling off their partner. This was one of the few games that Greg always lost. He was not one to hide his intentions. He let his devilish plans be known in the way that he gazed up and down his wife’s naked body. Greg always made sure he *accidentally* toweled her off too lightly in one of her more sensitive areas or too firmly on her quivering thighs. The subtle giggles and squirming only got Greg ready for another day of endlessly tickling his poor wife while she was tightly bound to their bed with no way to stop his tantalizing torment. He was glad that there were no neighbors to hear his poor helpless wife’s screams for mercy from her ruthless *tickle treatment.* There would be no one to save her from his sadistic wrath this weekend, or at least so he thought…
Greg’s favorite game was lathering lotion all over Amanda’s sensitive body after their morning bath. There is nothing like playful *spanking* mixed in with a ticklish massage. This little game was better than even the strongest coffee. Greg carried Amanda over to the bed and set her down gently. Like a good little girl she rolled over onto her stomach, pulled up a pillow, and rested her slim arms under her head as her flowing hair draped over her shoulders. Greg was still taken back by the perfection of her light olive skin.
“Now remember, Amanda. You have to hold still no matter WHAT!” Greg loved to build the anticipation. He wants every nerve in Amanda’s body to be on alert to every drop of lotion that he thoroughly massages into her warm soft skin.
“Hehe I’ll try sweetie.” Truth be told, this was a very hard game for Amanda. It was always a challenge to both loose on purpose and not appear to be too obvious. She did however take great pleasure in squeezing together her thighs and raising her firm behind slightly to remind her husband of his prize for tantalizing her.
“You know what happens if you don’t right?” It was a question Greg already knew the answer to and it only made it more fun. To make matters worse he was lightly trailing his fingertips over Amanda’s sensitive buns and the backs of her thighs. She had to fight hard not to just start moaning in approval already. After all, it’s still early. Feeling Greg straddle her bare thighs and behind did not help one bit.
“Hehe Yesssssss! hehe” Greg loved to see his cute wife giggle nervously and her firm body tremble. It sent little electric waves through his entire body knowing that he gave her such joy. Her wide grin of approval was always such a welcome sight. It made him feel like the man that he always wanted to be.
“Here it comes! I hope you’re ready Amanda!” Greg squeezed a healthy portion of his cucumber melon scented lotion into his strong hands and rubbed it in audibly. He could see Amanda begin to nibble her bottom lip in anticipation.
“Ohhhhh,” was all that Amanda could say. Greg’s wicked fingertips first made contact with her sensitive lower back. The contrast of the warm bath and bubbles to the slightly chilled lotion made her skin quiver and her muscles tighten deliciously. Greg never really applied enough pressure to get rid of all the *tickly* sensations, but Amanda could tell that he was not going in for the kill yet. She loved the way that he would always take his time to build her anticipation so that her plunge into hilarity would be much more dramatic.
Thankfully she was allowed to giggle for this exercise. Otherwise she would be in real trouble. Greg let every nervous titter sink into his heart and relished the power that he had over his wife’s perfect body. Even though she was allowed to laugh, it was part of Amanda’s fun to mount a futile effort to hold in her subtle stream of flirtatious giggles. Greg adored hearing the mix of her heightened breathing, the way she held her breath, and the giggling despite herself that his cruel touch was producing. The best part was seeing her eyes closed tightly shut as she let the delightfully torturous sensations consume her trying *desperately* to hold perfectly still.
“This isn’t bothering you, is it?” Greg was the eternal tease.
“Uhhhh uhhhh!” Amanda’s playful lying was good for all occasions. Her casual encouragements only emboldened Greg further.
“Ohh well that’s good, Honey. This shouldn’t bother you either then…” Greg then began to lightly massage the lotion onto Amanda’s sensitive hips. He loved the feeling of her smooth skin yielding to his wicked hands. He was thrilled at the sight of his Wife’s cute buns stirring in response to his new caress. He loved the sensation of her muscles tightening in the palm oh his hands and watching her start to grip the pillow oh so tightly. He loved the fact that she couldn’t stand this. “What’s wrong sweetie?” Amanda’s abbreviated giggles are as sweet as honey. Greg could neither hide evidence of his enjoyment from the sinister tone in his voice, nor hide the devious grin creeping across his lips.
“Hehehehe Nothing!” Amanda was breathing in heavily trying to quell her giggling as all the muscles in her mid section were at full attention with the evil teasing. She absolutely loved every second of her malicious massages. It was just enough to tickle but not enough to break her. What a lascivious limbo.
Just as she was beginning to get used to the sensation, Greg gave her hips a devilish squeeze. She let out a desperate squeal and jerked forward slightly. This was met with a swift swat to her waiting behind. It sent a delicious stinging jolt of electricity right between her thighs. This was going to be a long day.
“I told you to keep still Amanda. We haven’t even gotten to the hard part yet...” Greg firmly massaged the cheek that he had just corrected as he further taunted his beautiful bride.
“Hehe I’m trying, you’re no fair!” Amanda’s erect nipples pulsed deliciously as the fact that she had no chance of winning pounded in her temples and sank deep within her warming thighs. Greg applied more of his lotion and kept moving his knowing hands to their next target. Amanda hated the fact that all she could do was to moan in approval as his hands searched higher and higher on her smooth sensitive back. Amanda had a death grip on her pillow and her giggles were flowing out like water. Greg felt like the king of the entire galaxy watching his wife react delicately to his light caressing and deliberate massaging.
Every time that Greg would lightly trace the very tips of his fingers along her smooth back she would gasp or giggle in response as her body jerked this way or that. To her great joy this was always met with another playful spank to her firm behind. After all, *pink* was one of her favorite colors. The light smacking sound made Greg’s blood boil almost as much as the writhing of the giggling goddess beneath him.
For Amanda, the concept of Punishment just slammed home in her sense of arousal. There was something about the contrast of apparent domesticity and the utter feeling of being NAUGHTY. She relished her playfully electric penalty. The light tickly sensations were already making her a bit dizzy. The playful spanks that she was receiving made her arch her back in approval and made her nipples pound a little bit more to life with every purposeful pat.
Greg leaned in very closely to whisper into Amanda’s ear. “Now it’s time to massage your ribs Amanda!” Greg knew full well what those words would do to her. He took great pleasure in watching those well placed words reach the very depths of his wifes dazed psyche.
“Ohhh no not the ribs Greg please, you know I can’t take the ribs…” For some reason the illusion of there play being against Amanda’s will always added a little extra ‘something.’ She loved knowing that her playful begging only spurred her lustful lover on to new heights.
“That’s too bad Amanda, we have to lotion you up everywhere don’t we?” Greg could not stand the idea of not being thorough!
“I guess so, hehe but you’re not going to tickle on purpose are you? You’re going to give me a chance right?” She looked up at him so innocently with her hazel eyes. It almost melted his heart... almost.
“Of course I will sweetie. I always give you a chance don’t I?” Amanda could hear the evil smirk on his face in his teasing words.
“Oh God…” Her suspicions were confirmed when Greg repositioned himself on the bed next to her. He rolled to her left side leaving her right side uncovered. He pinned her right arm next to her head with his left arm (elbow about at Amanda’s mid forearm). He then wrapped his legs around Amanda’s bare thighs trapping her quite effectively. He made sure that his left hand had plenty of chilled lotion on it. He placed his right hand firmly on Amanda’s quivering buns. He knew that his right hand would be busy.
“Are you ready?” He accentuated her predicament by tracing a single finger on the delicious skin of her behind.
“Noooooooooooooooo!” Amanda just moaned in protest.
“Awwwwww that’s too bad sweetie! Just remember to stay still, Amanda hehehe!” Amanda could hear the malice in Greg’s voice and she loved it. Greg knew that this was one of Amanda’s worst areas. Greg let his fingertips lightly wonder along the skin of her side and increase pressure slightly. Amanda’s muscles began to flinch involuntarily at Greg’s lightly *ticklish* assault immediately. Greg just sat and thought to himself how awful this must be for poor little Amanda as she was helplessly trapped under his body weight.
As he began increasing pressure with his left hand Amanda started slithering under him like a snake. He knew that she would not be able to get comfortable with this new massaging and he loved watching her sensual discomfort. She was trapped with no where to go and no way to alleviate the light tickles that he was forcing on her protruding ribcage.
As penalty for her slithering he adopted a more continuous spanking of his naughty wife. This only added to Amanda’s dismay because it contributed greatly to the renewed moistening of her sensitive womanhood. She was already painfully aware of the blood flow back to her throbbing nipples. That sea air, she will have to find a way to take it with her. Every time that Greg’s hand would hit home and temporarily disrupt the tickly sensations, Amanda’s moans of arousal would get just a little deeper and more desperate.
Then without warning Greg’s hands began clawing and massaging into the hollows of Amanda’s ribs and probing the spaces between them. The results were devastating. Amanda started bucking like a wild animal. Greg Absolutely loved to see the genuine desperation in his beautiful Wife.
Amanda started coiling up and stretching out like an accordion in a vein effort to rid herself of the ruthless torment on her right set of ribs. She could not even pull her arm down to protect herself. The feeling of helplessness was intoxicating, perfectly accentuated with a light sense of betrayal, and punctuated delightfully with her continual playful spanking.
“Hehehehehehehe Greg.heheheh *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh* ehehehee please stop hehehe *ohhhhhhh* hehehehee not the ribs hehehe *ohhhhhhhhhhh* heeheheheeh you can’t get my ribs like this hehe *ohhhhhhhhhhhh* hehehehehe oh god please stop Greg, please stop *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* heheheheheheheheheeh you promised hehehehehehehehe *oohhhhhhhh!*” All Amanda could do was scream and beg for the mindless rib tickling to stop. Amanda loved it when Greg was bad. It made everything all the more exciting when he didn’t have her permission to tease her like this (little did she know how deep the rabbit hole was). For Greg the spectacle was intoxicating.
“But honey, we have to get you all lotioned up. Now hold still, this might tickle a little!” Amanda’s screaming laughing and begging mixed with her sultry grunts from her spanking were making Greg dizzy. The sheer pleasure of punishing his naughty house wife in such a romantic venue almost felt wrong… almost. The audacity of Greg’s words really hit home with Amanda and Greg could read her like a book. He could already see the subtle grinding into the mattress. He relished the fact that this was going to be a very long week.
After making sure that Amanda’s ribs and sides were VERY well lotioned, Greg finally stopped his evil assault. Amanda was left pleasantly gasping into the pillow with her fires of passion burning a new. She feared that her surplus of endorphins might have some long term damage but right now she really didn’t care.
“See; was that so bad, sweetie?” Greg playfully pushed the hair away from her face and kissed her lovingly on the neck and cheek as she recovered from the furious torment.
“Hehe Yessss!” Amanda’s playful tittering was music to Greg’s ear. He loved nothing more than to hear her happy.
“Well that’s too bad Amanda. Remember, we still have to get the other side to do!” The evil in Greg’s voice could be heard a mile away.
All Amanda could do was inhale sharply in mock surprise. She was very flattered that Greg was being particularly naughty this morning! (Although she feared their morning bath would have to be augmented with a late morning shower as the first drops of lustful dew formed on her warming thighs.)
Amanda felt Greg shift over to the other side of her body, still holding her tightly. She was still sensually bound in his strong embrace and there was no place on earth that she would rather be than right there unable to stop him from his mindless tradecraft.
“Ohhhh please baby… I am too ticklish right now. Please, you know that I can’t take it on my poor ribs. Please don’t tickle me right now Greg. You know that I won’t be able to take it!” Amanda’s mouth said one thing but her eyes and Lips said another.
Greg just bent his head down to nibble on her ear lobes and let his warm breath kiss her ears with news of her impending demise. “Mmmmmmmmmm you promise?”
“Noooooooooooooo stop Greg Stoppppppp” All that Amanda could do was scream in helpless abandon as Greg went about his ruthless task. This time there was no preamble. Greg just let his lotioned hand slide freely up his wife’s defenseless side and he was rewarded with the desperate thrashing that he so craved. Every ounce of energy that she expended trying to get away from him was absorbed in the strong muscles that bound her. Feeling every fiber of her twitch and then relax with each stinging spank of her behind made him feel like a demented puppeteer driving his helpless wife further on the road to ecstasy.
Greg made sure that the other side of Amanda’s rib cage was thoroughly moisturized. He made sure that despite her desperate wigging to get down into every crevice between her pouting ribs and to gently massage her supple skin against the quivering rib bones themselves. Amanda’s desperate pleas for Greg to stop coupled with her demented laughter were reward enough for Greg’s efforts.
Feeling Amanda’s toned thighs writhing maddeningly against him only to stiffen suddenly with each welcome slap to her pinking buns reminded Greg of all the delicious gyrations that were to come that evening. Greg was already very eager to have his beautiful wife all tied up and helpless to stop him from his maniacal tickle torture. He promised himself that she would laugh, scream, and beg much louder than his subtle teasing was provoking now in their cute little game. The sadist deep down within him couldn’t wait until he was completely free to push all of his poor slave girls limits farther than either of them had ever dared to dream (little did he know how deep the rabbit hole went).
Finally, satisfied that he had gotten to every square inch of Amanda’s rib cage Greg relented. “Seee, you’re doing so good honey.”
Amanda sighed deeply and shivered with another complimentary swat to her behind. “Uhhhhhhhh thank you master… You know Greg; I think you missed a spot…” Even in her darkest of hours, Amanda loved to provoke her evil husband.
“Oh I’m sorry dear. We can’t have that can WE?” Greg nuzzled his face right next to Amanda’s while he gave her another brief round of tickling on her ribs. “Is it right here………..? Or how about here? Maybe it’s over here?” Greg always made sure to compliment her gentle encouragement with cruel verbal teasing. What a pair they make.
Greg’s menacing verbal teasing only added to Amanda’s plight (much to her delight). “There hehehehehehehehee right there hehehhehehehe *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh* just a little bit harder hehehehehehehehehehehe okay *ohhhhhhhhhhhhh* okay you got it *ohhhhhhhhhhh* please just stopp hehehehehehhehehehe STOP *ohhhhhhhhhhh* Please oh god stop hehehehehehe!” It was a terribly kept secret that Amanda loved o get herself into trouble…
The mixture of the begging, laughing, and the moaning was almost too much for Greg to take. “Did I get the spot Amanda?”
“Oh God yes…..stop please stop Greg I can’t take it. Hehehehehehehehehehe” A small part of Amanda almost regretted inviting another attack… almost.
“I just want to make sure.” With that Greg straddled her quivering buns again and dug both hands into her terribly *ticklish* ribs.
Amanda went into even a higher level of desperation. Without warning Greg’s hands began to alternate between her ticklish ribs and her sensitive hollows. She brought her arms down and just collapsed into a ticklish ball with her husbands evil hands trapped UNDER her arms and no way of getting the terrible spider claws out. That didn’t stop her from grinding up against him in a vein attempt though. After all, a girl has got to try.
Amanda let out piercing shrieks of laughter. Greg loved seeing her like this. All she could do was laugh. With his strong grip and her slight frame she wasn’t going anywhere and the both of them knew that, especially poor little Amanda.
She just shut here eyes tightly and began shaking her head furiously up and down o try to signal Greg that he had finally gotten the spot that he had never really missed. The consequences of her actions were deliciously coursing through her body. Amanda REALLY loved getting herself into trouble.
“You got it, heheheheheheheheeh you got it heheheheheheheheheheheeh I promise, you got it hehehehahahahahahahahahaa oh please stop hehehahahahahahahaa I can’t take it please stop hahahaheheheha not under my arms hehahahahahahahahaah!” Amanda was quickly becoming breathless and her violent kicking and thrashing only served to invigorate Greg further. The only thing that stopped him honestly was the idea of preserving his poor beauty for the even more strenuous torments that he had planned.
At that thought he relented. Amanda just lay there blissfully with a huge smile on her face as the wash of endorphins took over her in bath even warmer than the one she had this morning.
“See, I’m thorough!” With that Greg put more lotion onto Amanda’s back, brushed her hair aside and set about a much more sensual massage of her shoulders. After all this was just the foreplay to the evening’s activities. Greg planned on giving their new chair a much more thorough field test. Greg chuckled lightly as he let the idea of Mark or Joshua catching their poor mommy all tied up in a tickle chair linger in his mind a minute. What they don’t know won’t hut them-no matter how much mommy screams.
“Mmmmmmmmmm that you are. And I love it hhehe awwwwww that feels so good.” Greg just let Amanda lie there in bliss for a few more moments. Her body always responded so well to him. She never really held anything back… at least he thought not. She just lay there moaning in approval of his gentle massage telling him how wonderful it felt and how much she loved him.
Now came the fun part. Amanda’s legs are her worst spots. The backs of her legs are the most fatal location on her entire body. They are so terrible that even as twisted as Amanda can be at times, she has never in her life allowed Greg to tie her faced down with the backs of her legs exposed and spread for anything. He is only Allowed to massage which tickles badly enough.
He is not Allowed to purposely squeeze her ham strings calves or the tendons on the back of her knee at all. The one time that he did was when they were still dating and he thought she was spending too much time with a male friend. That was the only time that he ever pinned down her legs and tickled the backs of them on purpose. The electric sensations were the worst that she had ever felt and even she could not take it. She made him promise never to do it again if he wanted to remain together.
A few weeks later having figured out the male friend was benign, Greg proposed and the fairy tale began. Greg never pushed this boundary before now and respected her firm rule with all his heart. The side effect was that this area of her body, being off limits, became an obsession for the sadistic Taskmaster deep inside Greg. Amanda’s legs were toned, curvy, and devoid of any flaw. Despite there perfection there were times Greg felt that there was someone else looking at the backs of his wife’s legs with white hot lust through his own eyes and it scared him to no end how good it felt. He relished every opportunity that he had like today to actually touch this mystical part of his Wife’s body.
Amanda didn’t do much to silence the beast inside him. Every time Greg approached this part of her body, Amanda’s entire manner would change. He could see the fear in her and that only made the man behind his eyes even more intoxicated. He tried his best to keep his thoughts his own but very often failed. Luckily, he was in better control of his actions (little did he know how deep the rabbit whole goes).
Still, feeling this forbidden flesh under his touch made that part deep down inside him burn with power. The late night fantasies of having his wife tied face down to a bondage table apologizing profusely for using the wrong fork at dinner, not opening the refrigerator properly, or for having such pretty feet while his hands were massaging and kneading her most sensitive tissue were always in the back of his mind when he got to touch her here. The thing he never understood was the inverse relationship. For some reason the more trivial the infraction he fantasized about the more severely and mindlessly he would torture her.
Amanda’s shortened breathing brought Greg clamoring back to reality. “Greg… Be careful!” Greg’s warm loving response soothed her to no end.
“You can TRUST me Amanda.” This didn’t end their little game, but it did let he know that her limits were respected. She braced herself against her pillow when she felt the first drops of lotion being dropped directly onto her bare legs. He may not be able to tickle her there, but he takes great pleasure in teasing them when he has the chance.
This was a loosing battle for Amanda when Greg first moved to the backs of her legs. This was an obsessive phobia for her. Being so defenseless all the time and having a weakness like this tends to make a girl a little paranoid. She could feel the fear mixing with the excitement as Greg’s hands gently rubbed her ham strings. She arched her back and presented her warming buns to Greg, because she knew that she was going to have to be punished thoroughly for moving too much under this terrible touch.
Just the mention of her bare legs was enough to set her squirming. That night a week before their engagement had haunted her worst nightmares ever since. The ex boy friends who used to take advantage of her before Greg had solidified it as a phobia even before that encounter.
Amanda trusted Greg. This subtle confrontation of her worst fear with a gentle massage and a few playful spanks really put her at ease. The sense of caring that she got from Greg was pushing her arousal to the brink. She was lucky to have found someone so loving. It takes a lot to be so sadistic and still maintain her boundaries. Just thinking of how special she must be to Greg for him to care that much made her clit throb and her nipples ache. She wiggled a little on purpose just so she could get a little bit more of her delicious punishment.
Then Greg had to massage her calves, Amanda’s worst ticklish area of all. Greg actually hurried past this area with the lotion. He likes to torment her but he knows what this area does to her. He regrets every second of the one night he used her worst fear against her. She cooed in approval as his knowing hands moved down past her ultra-sensitive claves to her ankles. Now it was Greg’s time to let go and have some real fun.
Greg bent Amanda’s toned legs at the knee so that he could play with her perfect feet and still reach her fetching behind if she was naughty and squirmed too much. Amanda just bit her lip in anticipation. She felt so good when Greg worshiped her feet. She knew that he was going to suckle and nibble her toes to no end, but she thought he deserved a reward for treating the backs of her sensitive legs so kindly. Deep down she knew that it killed him not to be able to destroy her the way the he knew he could. Amanda felt a delicious rush of shame run through her. She felt really guilty that a part of her loved the sheer power of being able to DENNY Greg something that he coveted so dearly. It made her feel confident, sexy, and alive. She hated the way that she showed them off only to not allow him to touch them. She was glad that Greg was going to be so mean to her feet. She needed to be thoroughly punished for abusing his genuine affection.
Greg nuzzled his face lovingly against her perfect feet. She flexed her toes rapidly in approval. Greg was just in awe of her cherry red toes flexing back and forth. He felt the rising between his thighs again. She knew what she was doing to him. She would point her sexy toes straight in the air, and then she would splay them out inviting his teeth and tongue to explore every tickly inch between them. She knew that his teeth would be BAD but not nearly bad enough. She knew she deserved far worse for the years of torment she put her loving husband through. To make matters worse she was subconsciously flexing and relaxing her calves and hamstrings to further Greg’s plight. She knew in her head that she deserved the entire naughty toe nibbling that he could dish out and then some.
“You have such beautiful feet honey… They are still just as perfect as the day that we met. And they look so delicious…” Greg’s voice was elevated with his excited breath. Amanda could hear the mounting arousal in Greg’s voice she was glad that she wasn’t the only one thoroughly enjoying their lusty wake up call. Hearing Greg’s excitement caused Amanda’s hips to gyrate more deliberately against the mattress as her hardening slick clit began to peak out again. She tried her best to hide it, but desperately hoped she would be caught.
“Awwwwww, thank you baby… They are a little cold though… I think they need another bath…” Amanda was such a tease. She would do almost anything if she knew that it would cause her loving husband sexual discomfort. She knew that he loved nothing more than to kiss and nibble her feet. She loved teasing him about it always bringing his manhood to attention. It made her feel sexually powerful to no end. It was almost a guilty feeling… almost. The shame of being so seductive only increased the pounding between her thighs.
Greg didn’t need to audibly respond. He was overcome with foot lust. He just took her spread toes into his mouth as she giggled in approval. She made sure to wiggle her toes invitingly in his mouth. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to stand still for long so she took the pillow under her breasts brushing deliciously over her aching nipples to help her fully arch her back and present her pink bottom for its much deserved PENALTY.
Amanda had made up her mind that she was going to put on a very seductive show for her loving Husband. It’s his fault for all that evil rib tickling. She flipped all of her hair to her back. She knew that the contrast of her dark hair and her light olive skin would drive Greg crazy as he licked and suckled her wiggling toes. She became to moan in approval quite loudly knowing that her sounds would produce an even bigger morning rising. She shifted her knees back as far as possible seeking the growth that she knew she was facilitating.
The tongue was the first companion to Greg’s full lips. His tongue traveled lightly over her twitching toes. Every delicious touch of Greg’s rough tongue sent electric Tickly shocks up the backs of her legs and slamming into her twitching slick mound. She giggled to herself as she felt Greg wrap his strong arms around her lightly squirming claves. She knew that Greg loved the idea of her not being able to go anywhere. She teasingly wiggled and scrunched the foot that Greg didn’t have in his mouth driving him mad with excitement. He was alternating as fast as he could between each perfect foot, but the other would always be tormenting him with teasing wiggling, pointing toes, spreading toes, and the scrunching of her soles.
Amanda was becoming dizzy. The feeling that she was getting from causing Greg so much excitement was almost too much to handle. She could hear him moaning as he gobbled her feet. She could here the sounds that he was making as he was sucking each toe. She could also feel the passion with which he was licking every square inch of her wiggling toes in his mouth. She was giggling and squealing devilishly as she let the sensations wash over her. She felt so sexy. Greg loved her so much. She loved him so much. The fact that he found her so irresistible only made her want to tease him even further.
Then the nibbling started. First it was light and playful. It was almost as though he accidentally ran his teeth on the pads of her buttery soft toes. She would squeal or giggle suddenly and her legs would twitch. Much to her delight, every time that Amanda squirmed in the least degree she would receive another delicious slap on her twitching ass and she couldn’t get enough of it. Now with Greg fully in her trance she would emit a lewd grunt very loudly in approval every time she was spanked to accentuate how much she was enjoying herself.
“Heheheheheheheheheh *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* *mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm* Was I a bad girl Greg?” She was such a tease. She knew that her words would strike deeply within him. She knew what was coming next. Greg took a firm grip of her ankles and put his evil teeth to work. She was going no where, and that is exactly how she liked it.
Greg’s only response was the deliberate raking of his sharp teeth lightly over Amanda’s quivering ticklish toes. She couldn’t take it. She just let out screaming peals of laughter.
“Oooooohhhh godddddd, please no nibbling Greg. Please no nibbling….hahahahahahahahahhhahahaha *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* I can’t take it*ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh* please hahahahahaha.” Ignoring Amanda’s helpless pleas for mercy was Greg’s favorite right of marriage (little did he know how deep the rabbit whole was) aside from sole access to her quivering perfection. She was screaming deliciously at the top of her lungs and begging Greg to stop at every turn. Her pleas were met with more and more nibbling.
Greg’s nibbles only increased in pace, speed, and intensity. Poor Amanda just buried her head into her hands and thrashed from side to side. Her poor bottom was getting the discipline that she truly deserved for being such an unconscionable tease. Her moans of pleasure only served as a seasoning for her desperate screams of mercy. Both of them mixed together for a cocktail of sheer arousal for poor Greg who feared if Amanda kept this up that his poor temples were going to burst. All she could do was continually suck in air to tell him how evil he was, how much it tickled to have her toes nibbled, how she couldn’t take it, and how he had to stop this very instant. All he could do was keep nibbling and sucking on her poor toes and make sure that she was properly Corrected for all her incessant squirming.
Finally Greg had his fill for the moment of her squirming toes and he relented. Amanda’s eyes were teary, her bottom was bright pink, her nipples were pulsing, and her glistening flower was in full bloom. Greg could hear from the tone of her breathing that his poor little housewife was becoming very aroused again. There may be some men who would complain about having a wife bordering so close on sensual insatiability, but Greg was not one of them.
“Ohhhhh my God…. You are soooooooo mean, Greg…. I love you hehehe!” Amanda couldn’t get enough of his demented affections. When he took the time to torment her she always felt so special.
“I love you too sweet heart. Don’t worry. I am going to massage all the evil tickles away okay.” With that Greg put Amanda’s perfect feet in his lap and set about massaging them firmly. She just sat there and moaned her approval as he kneaded away at her perfect feet.
“Awwwwwwwww, thank you Master!” Those had to be three of Greg’s favorite words. As his hands were massaging the perfect soles in front of him, he could not help but look up and survey the vision before him. Amanda had a delicate layer of perspiration shining on her perfect skin. Her perfect buns were so inviting, her back rose and fell as she breathed, her hair perfectly complimented her olive complexion, and those legs. He couldn’t get them out of his head for some reason. He always wondered what feathers would do to them. He always thought that would be a nice precursor to the madness of malicious massage. Ohhhhhh the screams….
15 minutes later (after his imaginary wife had passed out several times) Greg snapped back to reality and realized that it was probably time to turn his wife over and finish what he had started. She was not complaining however. She loved the caring attention that he always gave her feet. The foot massage had her in a deep state of relaxation even as her arousal kept climbing and climbing.
“Time to do the front now sweetie, roll over for me…”
“I need some help, I’m too tired…” This was as bold faced as lies get. Amanda was perfectly capable; she just liked feeling like a helpless rag doll in Greg’s strong arms. He put one arm under he slim torso and with one motion Amanda was on her back staring up at him. Her eyes shot very wide with his display of brute strength. Every fiber in her being loved to be man handled. “Thank you huhhh!” Amanda’s deep inhale was evidence enough of her excitement.
Now the game changes. No more spanking. Now Greg gets to have free reign over her most erogenous zones and it is at his discretion if she will be allowed release before they set out for the day. She has to hold her hands over her head. She is breathing so nervously. Being tickled furiously and spanked for wiggling too much was a devastating combination. In her current state, Amanda couldn’t bear the thought of having to wait until late afternoon to subdue the fires burning with her through a series of earth shattering climaxes.
“Awwwwww, You’re welcome Sweetie. Let me get a little more comfortable…” With that Greg shifted between Amanda’s open legs and she greeted him by wrapping her firm thighs around him TIGHTLY.
“Mmmmmmmmmm heheh Right there hehehe” Amanda always craved having Greg close to her. Greg was not shy with lotioning the undersides of his wife’s firm breasts. He could see that her perky nipples were already at attention. He knew that the gently massaging must be sending all kinds of shock waves of pleasure through her body. Greg just took in the sight of his tiny wife licking her lips in response to his loving tease of her sensitive breasts. Amanda was beset with frustration that her nipples weren’t receiving any of his calculated attention. She knew better than to let him know how much it affected her verbally. Her hips gyrating softly into her large husband were already telling far too many of her secrets.
Greg could see the glistening between her legs as she squeezed him tightly around him and he knew that he had already won. The only thing left to do now was to rub it in. “Is someone enjoying herself Amanda?” Greg accentuated his silly question by sweeping dangerously close to her puffy areolas.
Amanda just got an even bigger grin on her face as the electric jolts were coursing dangerously through her body. “Uhhhhhh uhhhhhhh” Her lips were still pursed tightly together and she could just hum her lies out while she playfully shook her head from side to side.
“Well I will just have to find some way to keep my little house wife entertained then now won’t I…?” With that Greg let hi fingers skitter lightly into Amanda’s exposed hollows and she almost pulled her arms down from behind her head for protection. Luckily, she caught herself.
Amanda was forced to sit there and take the cruel light tickles on her defenseless hollows if she wanted any hope of lunchtime indulgence from her taunting Husband. Even then, knowing Greg, it was an unsure thing. Amanda loved the unpredictability of having her deepest cravings satisfied. This only added to the impish dancing in the lower part of her belly that she was trying to quiet while her husband gazed down on her menacingly. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being able to look her in the face and be able to see her laughing desperately at his touch but when Greg’s wicked hands found there way to the center of her ticklish hollows the choice was no longer hers.
“Haahahahhahahahah not there, not there...ahahahahahahahaha please pleas please hahahahahahahah you already got them….hahahahahahahahahahhahahaha stop!” The laughter began washing out of her like a wave. She loved not being able to get away from him. The futility of her begging only made her predicament more pleasurable.
“I don’t want you to be bored sweetie.” Greg loved reminding his helpless wife that he could be a tease too.
“Haahahahahahahaa I’m not bored…. I promise ahhahahahahaha!” Greg loved seeing Amanda’s hair flail wildly as she thrashed her head from side to side. It was almost cruel for him to torture her hollows so lightly while she had to keep her arms still… almost.
“Oh well that’s good honey, we can continue then. I know that we have to get beach side soon.” With that Greg’s hands returned to Amanda’s pulsing breasts. Still her nipples got no relief but she loved the feeling of the lotion being massaged into her yielding peeks. All that Amanda could do was moan deeply. She just sighed and gasped. Greg massaged lower and lower over her tummy firmly sending erotic chills up and down her spine. Greg knew just how to play his sensual instrument after years and years of practice.
“Ohhhhhhh godddddd!” Greg’s hands reached her lower tummy and she just let out a huge sigh. It felt so good. He knew the desperate churnings that were going on just inches below and he thought he would encourage them a little. Firm massaging and light scribbling of his nails was the combination to such deep earthy moans and desperate giggles. He let his hands linger for quite a while teasing her lower tummy. He almost felt guilty denying the proper pressure to Amanda’s gyrations that were strengthening against him…. almost. Greg took the opportunity to let his thumb trace right over her swollen clitoris. The fiery sensation of pleasure pulsed through Amanda’s body.
“Does someone want something Amanda…?” Greg had her exactly where he wanted her. Her confident teasing attitude was reduced to helpless begging for more attention and he loved it to no end.
“Ohhhhhhhh yesssss please, just rub it a little more, please Greg…. Please..?”
“Maybe after our walk…!” His icy words pierced his poor excited wife to no end. She let out a deep grunt of frustration being denied her release. She loved it when he was so cruel. She loved to see him so in control of every bit of her.
“Please… Please… Please… I’ll do anything you want me to please…” Amanda’s heart felt plea for release fell on sadistic ears.
“Anything I want you to?” Greg had already shifted his attention to her quivering thighs.
“Ohhhh god yessss… anything please hahahahhahahahahahhah!” Just then Greg started viciously massaging Amanda’s poor ultra-ticklish thighs. She couldn’t take it.
“If you stop laughing Amanda I promise I will let you cum….” This was not fair, this was cruel, and this was psychological torture. They both knew that there was no way Amanda could stop laughing while she was being tickled like this. Unfortunately for our helpless heroine, this intense form of ORGASM DENIAL was one of her ultimate fantasies.
“Hhahahahahahaahahhaa I fucking hate you hahahahahahahahahahahaha stop please ahhahahahahahaha I can’t take it hahahahahahahahahahahaha a not the knee’s oh my god ahahahahahahahahahah!” Greg enjoyed seeing his wife just loose it from being tickled. Thinking of the long evening to come Greg stopped. He had to save his energies. He had already decided to make the two of them wait until this evening and seeing his poor wife suffering underneath him was a tad bit too arousing for this time of day…
“Oooopsss, doesn’t look like little Amanda was able to stop laughing… No orgasm for you… hahaha.” Greg let the full weight of his victory wash over him like a warm blanket of power. She was broken. Amanda just lay there giggling and panting. Her nipples and thighs only yearned with greater intensity knowing that they were going to have to WAIT for the attention they so deserved. “Now, I think that someone needs a shower before we take our little walk.” With that Greg let one finger teasingly slip in and out of his wife’s glistening opening.
“Oh God you’re mean. You’re so Fucking Sadistic, you love seeing me suffer don’t you?” Amanda had to let her know the effect that he had on her as she reached up to gently take his lips into hers. Greg delighted in pinching her knees yet again as payback for her mock insult.
Amanda just squealed and recoiled away from her tormentor. She could see the pure fires of tickle hell in the backs of his eyes. She had really gotten to him. She felt so proud of herself. He loved seeing her turn into ticklish jelly in his strong arms. He wrapped his arms tight around her back and she pulled away from him playfully. It always got him going to think that she was trying to get away from him somehow. She always used this against him when he was trying to be all mean and nasty.
“No, Amanda, that’s not sadistic. It would be sadistic if I tied you to the bed, blindfolded you and read naughty erotic *tickle* stories to you for a few hours and didn’t allow you any release. That would be sadistic!” Deep down there was a part of Amanda that loved to turn Greg into the utterly ruthless abductor that he was becoming right in front of her eyes. She loved the fact that he wanted nothing more than to make her suffer and suffer until she couldn’t climax any harder (little did she know how deep the rabbit whole goes.).
Amanda just brought her husband’s head resting on her shoulder and whispered sweetly into his ears, “Wellllllllllllll, It wouldn’t be the first time now would it….?”
Greg had almost forgotten their first valentines day. At the reminder he just brought his hands through his lioness’ mane of wild hair and kissed her passionately. She never forgot any of his most sadistic ideas. That one was especially explosive that evening when he finally granted her release… after release… after release…after release…
Even more than her lips sweetly kissing his and her warm tongue massaging his own, Greg loved to feel Amanda’s soft tiny hands caressing his back as they kissed so deeply. It sent warm sensations of approval all the way through him. It gave him an even more evil idea to prolong her aroused suffering and make their shower interesting.
“Get your water proof handcuffs… I think that you will need to be secured to the towel rack so that I can wash you Thoroughly!” Greg enjoyed the shocked look on Amanda’s face at the suggestion. The ticklish consequences were too much to contemplate and she couldn’t get them out of her head thankfully.
Every once in a while the hunter becomes the hunted. Amanda brought a well manicured fingernail to her teeth and gently nibbled. Greg thought that she was just building the anticipation before she sauntered over to the drawer to present her master with his implement of her further desperate frustration. Today… Amanda really did have other plans… too bad for poor Amanda…
“Greg… Do you know what you did to me last night…? It was amazing; I have never felt like that before but…”
“But what Amanda?” With his wife’s ticklish fate in the balance he was all ears.
“But it… it really took a lot out of me. Then someone was a little restless this morning…” She playfully reminded him of his seductive caressing when he came back to bed this morning that led to their morning rendezvous.
“You weren’t complaining then little girl…” With that he flipped her onto her back and attacked her ribs again. She could just flail her arms and laugh…
“Hahahahahaha Greg, I’m serious… hahahahahhah!” Amanda tried in vein to push her fiendish husband off of her.
Greg was utterly shocked. Usually when they took their trips to Pleasant Point, she was allowed a day of rest, but she almost never took it on the second day. Most of the time, she would just not use it at all. Then it struck Greg like a ton of bricks, he had never tied her in the tickle chair and used a vibrator on her before. Maybe she did need a break. After all they would still have five days of fun left anyway. Still, there was something about the smile on her face. She was enjoying this denial a little too much for Greg’s liking. He made mental note to keep an eye on that the rest of the day.
“Ohhhhhh okayyyyy. I guess that you can have your day of rest, but I am going to give you a pedicure later.” After all, he had to salvage some fun. Greg knew the score. On her day of rest there would be no bondage-tickling, just gently cuddling, playful pokes, and the always interesting evenings. His evil plans could wait until tomorrow right…?
“Ohhhhhhhhh thank you so much master… I promise I will make it up to you…” Amanda accentuated her promise with a teasing caress of Greg’s sensitive scrotum. “And you knooooooooooooow how soft my feet are. A pedicure would just kill me. But since you are being soooooooooooooooooo generous…” With that she let her soft hand trail up the length of Greg’s stiffness. “I think that I can make an exception. As a matter of fact, I am going to make today “Greg gets to play with Amanda’s Feet” day. I think I can keep my master entertained while he can’t tickle me… Don’t you Greg?”
Greg was lost. The soft feeling of his wife’s hands on his manhood was intoxicating. The way that her breath tickled his ears with its warmth was almost too much to take. She was so beautiful, she was so cute, she was so sexy, and she loved him so much. She knew just how to make every part of him happy and begging for more of her. Part of him was sorry that he chose the later afternoon option.
“Oh I’m sure that you will find a way pet...” Just like that Greg was under her spell and he didn’t even know it. Neither of them knew that later on that night she would be under a spell Greg didn’t even know he could cast… at least not this him anyway…
“Now… I’m sure that you can find a way to wash me thoroughly without having me all tied up can’t you Greg…” Amanda loved having her big strong husband drunk with lust for her. It made her feel so sexy. It made her feel beautiful. It made her feel loved. His gentle kissing on her neck while she continued her evil teasing was intoxicating. Her subtle moan of approval is all that it took for him to pick her up in his arms and carry her to the shower… It was going to be a long day for both of them…
To be continued
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The only thing more intense than a purely lustful shower is a teasing one. After decades of being together Greg and Amanda know all too well what buttons to press to get the other one revved up. The hours of foreplay that they engage in only make for mind numbing encounters when one or BOTH of them looses control in a desperate sea of passion.
In the Shower, Greg made sure that Amanda’s already moist womanhood was well aware of how dissatisfied he was with her lewd behavior. Amanda made it up to her husband by paying far too much attention to his throbbing manhood and aching scrotum. It was mid afternoon before the playful couple realized it. Time really flies when you are having fun. Toweling off and lotioning up were not nearly as eventful as the morning session. Had it been, then there would have been no hope of ever leaving the house for either of them today.
Greg as usual was excited and relieved. He was free from all the demands of his regular day and he was with the most beautiful woman in the world to him. There was something unsettling though. Amanda was having a little too much fun. She knew that he couldn’t satisfy his sadistic urge and it seemed as though she was being even more teasing in her demeanor. Greg tried to put the idea aside for the moment but it would return frequently. He hoped that he was just over sensitized from having to put the Taskmaster within him on the back burner… for now anyway.
The great thing about their Point Pleasant home is that it is right on the beach. It had perfect access for long quiet walks right on the shore, or in this case long flirtatious walks.
Amanda and Greg hurriedly threw on some casual clothes. Amanda just put on some Capri’s and a white tank top. Amanda made her hair into a cute pony tail so that Greg could see more of her shoulders and neckline.
Greg just put on some jeans and a white t-shirt. Even in her simplistic outfit Amanda was always calculating deviously against her loving husband. Every article of clothing that she ever brought with them to The Shore was either something that she had seen Greg looking at, or something that she picked out especially for his prying eyes.
Amanda decided to go barefoot on the warm sand. The gentle rubbing lightly on her perfect feet worked like a delocalized pumice stone making her feet super soft. A pedicure afterwards would be electric but she thought Greg deserved some outlet seeing as he wouldn’t be able to tie her up as he so desperately wished.
Amanda loved Greg. She did have to show him some mercy after all. She didn’t want him to explode… or did she? The guilt of purposely denying her husband his greatest joy on this earth was terribly exciting to Amanda. She made sure to accentuate her most ticklish areas for him with their every embrace to remind him of what he could not have until the next day. As previously established, she viewed his sexual arousal as her personal possession to play with as she wished.
To mask her malicious intentions Amanda came out with Greg’s football. She didn’t have the most athletic ability in the world, but it always made Greg feel appreciated when she would playfully throw the football around with him on the beach when they were alone together. She even caught it a few times too.
“Awwwwww, you’re the cutest wide receiver that I have ever seen.” Greg hugged his wife closely as they walked out the back sliding glass door.
“That’s the one who tackles the man with the ball right…”
“Nevermind…” Amanda was no Howard Cosel, but at least she tried. The effort that Amanda put into making Greg happy warmed his heart to no end. He was thoroughly spoiled and he took great pride in spoiling her... at least most of the time.
Amanda and Greg walked on the beach and the sand holding hands watching the sun shine on the water as the waves crashed onto the beach. It was a beautiful sight. They were in their perfect place with their perfect partners. There was not a care in the world and the only thing that they were there to do was enjoy everything about each other-even a few things they didn’t previously know.
Amanda gazed lovingly at her husband as he looked off into the horizon. She felt those butterflies again in her stomach. Even as a mother and a housewife she never lost the feeling of when she first saw Greg. He looked like a strong young man then, and now he looks like an even stronger husband and father. As handsome as he was then she could have never dreamed of the man that he would become.
Greg found it very hard not to just stare at Amanda the entire time that they were walking together. She was so cute. In her simple outfit there would be people thinking that she was 12 years his junior. With age Amanda had only grown into a much more beautiful woman. She was a pretty girl when they first met, but now when he looked at her he could also see the life point of their two beautiful sons and the glue that held his household together. She was a vision beyond his comprehension and far too often he just found himself lost for words save two…
“I love you…” Greg just took his bride by the back of the neck and kissed her deeply on the sand. Amanda could only wrap her arms around him as best she could as he lifted her up into his arms. She kicked her legs behind her in approval. She loved how strong he was. As Greg pulled her into him, he could feel that someone had forgotten to wear an undergarment underneath their tank top. Even on such a warm day in the middle of their heartfelt embrace her peaks were at full attention. Greg was so proud of himself.
They just played there on The Shore for a couple of hours. They played catch. They tackled each other. They looked lovingly into each other’s eyes. They sat next to each other and kissed deeply. They chased each other around. They walked along the beach line and let the cool sea water rush over their bare feet as they saw the light of the day turn into the amber of twilight. The entire earth belonged to the two of them at that moment.
The entire time there was a thought in the back of Amanda’s mind. She couldn’t help but notice every granule of sand rubbing gently along her bare feet. They were already soft from all the loving attention that they had been receiving the last couple of days but with these few hours on the beach they would be deathly soft. She couldn’t imagine her husband touching them while they were like this.
The thought of her impending pedicure terrified and excited her to no end. She knew that she would not be able to sit still for it, and she knew that would drive Greg wild. He had not been able to keep his eyes off her cute feet the whole time that they were walking on the beach. His enraptured gaze upon her cherry toes thrilled her to no end. Having such a big strong responsible man unable to pry his eyes away from her always made Amanda feel really good about herself. Thinking about how much Greg has probably been fantasizing about finally getting them all tied up and at his mercy brought back that delicious feeling of guilt with a sinful twinge of shame. She was being evil, but he deserved it for denying her the afternoon explosion that she had been hoping for right…?
Greg had nothing on his mind other than the pedicure that he was going to be able to give his Wife and having her warm soft feet rubbing all over him (ALL over him). That was all he could do to quiet the voice that was in the back of his mind.
This was a voice that he had always heard but was only now beginning to understand. The more he understood what the voice was saying the more it scared him. Focusing on what pleasures he was ALLOWED to have was the only thing to silence his sadistic Taskmaster, but for some reason every time Amanda wiggled her perfect feet in defiance of him it became harder and harder…
Finally the time had arrived for Amanda’s much deserved penance on her day of rest from Greg’s merciless tickle torture. The first order of business was to wash off the sand from her feet and get ready for her cruel pedicure. Part of her hoped that Greg would be as ruthless as possible in the few minutes that he had her feet in his control. A girl has ‘special’ needs too right?
“You go wash off those feet and I will get everything ready sweetie...” Greg had a particularly mischievous grin plastered on his face.
“Okay Greg… but be careful… that sand made my feet really really soft. I bet they are way too sensitive right now… ahahha.” Was it just him, or was she mocking him? Amanda was naturally a tease but this was getting ridiculous. Greg got started on the tasks of preparation to take his mind off how much fun his wife was having. This was the first time that she had taken a day off in the last few trips here so it took a while to get used to. Not that he ever did…
Amanda went to the bath tub and ran cool water over her warm feet. She just sat there and let the water run over them. She must have felt every molecule. She had a feeling that her pedicure was going to be deliciously unbearable. She just closed her eyes and thought of how bad the subtle little tickles were going to feel on the bottoms of her buttery feet. She also knew that Greg was going to take all his pent up frustration out on her in these next few moments and that let her heart go aflutter. Her mind wondered to the next morning when she knew she would be strapped into her new chair. She didn’t think she would be leaving the house for a few days when her bondage embargo was lifted.
When she came out she was floored. Greg had brought the chair into the center of their bedroom again.
“Uhhhhhhhh Uhhhhhhhhh, noooooo, I said absolutely no bondage today Greg, I can’t take it. I just went through hell yesterday.” Amanda couldn’t believe that Greg would openly defy her request like that…
“Relax silly. Haven’t you ever heard of multi purpose?” With that Greg rotated the chair so that she could see the front. When she saw what he had put together her heart almost melted. He had installed a detachable pedicure kit with a foot spa in the center. On the side he had all his tools, the nail polish remover, the nail file, the aroma therapy oil, her toe separators, and of course the pumice stone. He even had blue beads dissolving in the water. It looked like he had brought a foot salon into the house. He had taken so much time. He paid so much attention to detail. He got it so right. It was so romantic. Amanda’s heart was fluttering in her chest. She loved him so much. Even now he could still surprise her.
“Please have a seat my lady...” Greg’s professional persona was so cute.
“Why thank you kind sir…” The formalities were always so romantic. It always made Amanda feel like a princess. That is until this very moment when…
“Would my foot Queen like the same color nail polish today?” Amanda had never really told Greg what it made her feel like to have him pay so much attention to her feet. He always acts just as if he knew. When he called her a “Queen” it sent surges of emotion flooding through her. Not only did Greg understand her, but she wasn’t just a princess anymore. She was a mature woman. She had two beautiful growing boys and a loving Husband that adored her. She was a Queen…
“Hehehe Yesssssssss” Greg was so adorable to Amanda right now. All that she could think about was how he could always seem to read her mind. Just thinking about all the time that he put into making her happy, brought little tears of joy to her eyes and butterflies back in her stomach. She sat in amazement as he lovingly massaged her feet a little before putting them in the beautiful blue water… she couldn’t believe he got the blue crystals. He turned on the foot spa to “heat and vibrate”. Amanda felt the little vibrations caressing her feet immediately…
“Hehe it tickles…”
“Oh I’m sorry; here let me adjust this…” Greg then turned the device to “heat, vibrate and bubbles.” With that Amanda let out a gentle stream of giggles and wiggled her toes playfully in the perfect warm water.
“He hee, that REALLY tickles…hehe” Greg just couldn’t help himself. He had to be so loving. He had to make her heart jump in her chest.
“Good…” Amanda just reached out her arms and motioned for him to keep her company while her feet soaked in the tickly warm water. It felt magnificent. The aroma therapy oil was already softening her poor feet even further. The gentle massage of her soles and toes was only amplified with the gentle massage of her lips and tongue as Greg kissed her deeply again.
It was so much fun just to make out with his wife for ten minutes or so. There was nothing in Greg’s world sweeter than Amanda’s lips right now. The subtle giggles that were streaming from the back of her throat were a close second. He wrapped his arms around her so tightly. She loved his strong embrace so much. It always made her feel so safe and comforted.
He couldn’t help but to trail his lips down the length of her soft neck and nibble on it slightly. Her Husband’s warm wet mouth and tongue combined with the gentle tickly massage of the foot spa was almost too much for poor Amanda to stand. She was already in nirvana and she was still fully clothed. She licked her lips in anticipation of another eventful evening. Little did she know how eventful it would be?
After Amanda’s feet were soaked to his satisfaction he broke from her sweet lips to go and check on them. “Let’s see how these cute little feet are doing shall we…” Amanda could just nibble her bottom lip; she knew what was coming. He was so cute when he got to play with her feet. He could spend hours just kissing and touching them. Greg brought her wet wrinkly soles out of the water and inspected every inch of them making sure that they had soaked properly. He gently put her big toes in his mouth. He always had to be a little naughty when giving his Wife loving pedicures. What else would be the point?
Amanda just sat back in amazement. She still marveled at the power that just her feet had over Greg. He was like a little kid in a candy store in Amanda’s eyes, and it was so cute to her. He probed his tongue gently over her soft wet toes and began to suck gently. She was moaning in time with his gentle lapping when suddenly she felt a jolt of sensation. HIS TEETH made contact with her tickly toes. In their ultra soft state it was too much.
“Hehehehe, quit it Greg…” She squeaked out a few giggles before pulling her feet out of her Husband’s eager mouth.
Greg just looked at her bewildered. She had never pulled away from toe nibbling before. It was an understood pass time. He thought that she was just playfully teasing him again, and he tried to bring her feet to his mouth again but she curled them up in front of her.
“Hehehe, I mean it. My feet and toes are way too soft for your teeth right now. The pumice stone is going to be hell! Just wait till tomorrow for the heavy tickling when you can tie me up again okay baby?” She looked so innocent. It seemed like such an innocent request, but there was a problem. There was a grin on her face that was out of place. It looked like how Greg would look at her.
(((((“She’s doing this on purpose you know!”))))) There went the voice again in the back of Greg’s mind. It was the clearest that it has ever been. Since he was in college it was always just a feeling that let him know how to tickle girls better. Now it was expressing itself. Greg’s mind was ablaze trying to quell the voice deep within him. He tried to think about what it would be like to have Amanda all to himself in the morning, but the only thing that came out in his head was his dungeon fantasy of Amanda faced down apologizing for teasing him all day with her perfect feet. He tried as best he could to put the diabolical thought out of his mind. The way that Amanda was wiggling her toes did not help. Maybe the pumice stone would? Greg picked it up and pulled her feet closer to him.
“I mean it Greg I think that you should be very careful… my feet are too sensitive right now!” The grin on Amanda’s face was getting bigger. Was she enjoying this? Could she see him suffering internally? If she could see the suffering with his dark side then why provoke him?
“Okayyyyyy Amanda, there’s no problem with that. I get it. Your feet are just really sensitive right now. I’ll take it easy…” What was he saying? This was all the tickle fun that he was going to be able to have for the next 12 hours and he was talking about taking it easy? The voice in his head telling him that she was doing this on purpose to torment him was scolding him for his weakness.
Amanda was just sitting up in the chair giggling. She was a Queen. Greg was her obedient little servant. He would not dare cross the boundaries that she set, no matter how much fun he would be missing out on. It made her feel so happy inside to have such a loyal subject. Usually she could see a sadistic smile on Greg’s face when he used the pumice stone on her poor sensitive feet. That leer was gone. Now he only had the look of caring and concern for not overstepping her COMFORT ZONE. Every time that she would pull her feet away in protest he would look up regretfully and lighten his touch. She thought for sure that she was going to get it really good in the morning. She didn’t mind. She actually thought that she kind of deserved it. It was fun being the sadist for a change, but she knew she deserved to be thoroughly punished for her almost inhuman cruelty.
Greg was quicker with the Pumice stone than he had ever been. It felt like something was missing. Amanda actually felt quite relieved to feel his tickly fingers on the bottoms of her sensitize feet before he started her lower leg massage. She didn’t want to BREAK HIM, she just wanted to tease him a little… what was wrong with that? Amanda didn’t hold back any of her laughter on purpose. She just opened her toes and arched her feet inviting more teasing caresses. It brought a familiar smile to Greg’s face to see his wife enjoying his ticklish ministrations.
“Now this next part might tickle a little Amanda, okayyyy!” He was back. Amanda was beginning to get worried for a second. As well she should be. The only thing comforting Greg now were her imaginary screams filling his mind.
“Okay hehe, but don’t be too bad!!!” Greg rubbed the moisturizing oil over his hands and rubbed it together audibly. He was going to be able to touch Amanda’s calves. The next ten minutes would be his testament to himself. The only thing quelling the short term urge to fasten the leather straps of his insidious device around the slender limbs of his slave girl was the fantasy of having her poor calves twitching while she was screaming for mercy.
The fact that it was forbidden only made the fantasy more intense in Greg’s mind. The warm feelings were coursing through his entire body as he brought the moisturizing oil to her tender feet. They didn’t need it but he wanted them to be as soft as possible. As soon as the sun rose she would pay. That’s the only thing that comforted him. She would pay. The voice within him took up his chorus as he began his challenge. He saw Amanda’s flexing bare calves peaking out of her Capri pants. He pushed the legs of her pants a little higher so her entire calf would be bare to his touch. It was within his power to resist the urge to just start mercilessly tickling them right then and there and listen to her most desperate pleas for mercy as they fell on deaf ears. He just had to focus on how much he cared for his wife.
His efforts were not aided by Amanda. He looked up at her with the nervous sadistic energy coursing through his veins. Then he saw it in her eyes. She was terrified. She knew what this spot could do to her. Greg’s sadistic smile returned with vigor. He made sure that he was firm and even handed. He didn’t want it to tickle. He cared about her too much. He did want her to understand what he could do to her. This was a pedicure but he spent most of his time massaging her sensitive calves. The feeling of power Greg took from her acknowledgement of how much he could torment her felt sinfully good. Strangely, something inside Greg liked the idea of making his poor little wife afraid. Seeing her biting her lip nervously with his strong hands around her calves was dangerously empowering. It was a good feeling, but it didn’t feel RIGHT.
Amanda was off in her own lost nervous world. This was the worst part for her. Her calves were a phobia. She didn’t like them touched or barely even looked at. She looked into Greg’s eyes and she could see that he knew what his hands were doing to her. Her calves are so sensitive that just having them touched actually tickles. She was holding back the giggles because she feared lighting the powder keg that she herself had been stoking in her Sadistic husband. His look was purely demented. She hated the fear of having her calves and lower legs tickled. She hated the way it was always present. She especially hated the way that her body reacted in these situations. Despite her ever conscious fear, her apprehension would always land between her eager thighs.
Finally the cruel limbo of the massage was over. Greg began dipping the cotton balls in the nail polish remover. He slowly took off every spec of her old nail polish. He then picked up the nail file. There was no avoiding this and it had to be done. His sadistic Grin grew larger and larger. He finally had a reason to firmly grab her ankles and let her have it. He hoped this would be a sufficient outlet for his sadistic urges until morning. He braced her foot and she tried her best to hold her foot still. It was an exercise in futility. Her feet were so soft and pampered that even getting her nails filed by someone else was deliciously ticklish.
Greg just set about filing her nails. They were already in almost perfect condition but he needed to hear some begging!!!
“Ohhh god ohhhh god… stop stop hehehehehehehe it tickles too bad Greg, stop please…” He loved the way that her foot kept flexing away from him. He loved having to hold her foot still. He loved the way her toes cringed with no where to go. It was like he was himself again for a brief moment. The world made so much more sense when someone was begging him for mercy, especially his beautiful little dream girl. Greg was in the mood to hear to her sweet begging, not listen.
“Ohhhh well, we have to file your nails Amanda! You’re a big girl; you can take it.” The look on Greg’s face was cold enough to stop the sun. His icy verbal teasing was not helping poor helpless Amanda one bit. He loved her sigh of surprise to his evil response.
“Hahahahahahah You’re so Fucking Sadistic hahahahahahahahahahah!” Greg stopped immediately. Not out of mercy but out of fear. His ears heard those words but the throbbing between his legs was their manifestation. He LOVED to hear those four words from Amanda. Those were their words. They had been whispered in so many intimate venues to help him achieve bliss or during the most server tickle torture when she wanted to scream in approval. How could she say that to him now? When she knew that he couldn’t be the sadistic person that he loves to be… (((((“You know she’s doing this on purpose to TORTURE you!!!”))))) The voice within him scared him. No matter how bad her teasing was, he couldn’t let him have her. He loved her too much… Didn’t he?
Greg tried to focus. He could loose himself in the detail of painting his wife’s perfect toes. Try as he might the only thing that he could think about were different ways to tie them. The toe separators only served as a reminder of the most intricate toe bondage and how helpless her sensitive toes could be. Usually on Amanda’s day off from bondage he would just get his sadistic kicks mercilessly kissing and NIBBLING her feet during their foot sessions. Today she took away even his second favorite toy. ‘Maybe the voice has a point?’ He couldn’t believe what he was thinking.
Amanda felt like the Queen of the entire world. Greg usually rushed through this part. He would make sure that they were perfect but every extra second was one that he had to wait until his wife was trapped in his inescapable bondage… Not tonight. Tonight Greg was captivated by her perfect cherry toes as he painted them and took his time. She could tell what he was thinking.
“I’m so glad that you aren’t going to tie me up tonight, baby. My poor feet, they wouldn’t be able to take it. I can feel the air in the room tickling them; I can’t imagine what your brushes, feathers, and fingers would do to them. I guess well find out ‘tomorrow’. Hahaha” Greg just wanted to get finished, eat dinner, play with his wife’s feet, screw her teasing brains out, go to sleep, and wake up the sadistic bastard that he had come to know and love. That’s what it took now to keep the voice down within him. He knew that she would not be able to stop him while he was deep inside her. If he couldn’t tickle her he would take her to peaks that she had never known. There is more than one way to make a cocky little housewife beg.
Finally he was done painting her perfect toes. He let her sit there in her toe separators and got up to kiss her again. He gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.
“I think we should go out for dinner. I am going to go take a shower while you let your toes dry. Okayyy sweetie?” Before Amanda could reply he headed off to the bathroom. Amanda knew all too well that he was probably going to be taking a very COLD shower.
Amanda felt so bad for him. She knew how much pleasure he derived from having her all tied up and helpless while he tickle-tortures her ruthlessly. Even before, when she didn’t want to be tied up she was so nice to him and did OTHER THINGS to occupy his time. For some reason today she was just content to drive him out of his FUCKING mind with aroused sadistic frustration. She was just thinking quietly: ‘Maybe this is what it feels like for Greg to tickle her?’
That brought to mind a very naughty fantasy. She sat there while her feet were drying and closed her eyes. She saw Greg. He was locked with his head in an old fashioned set of pillories on the ground. His hands were tied securely behind his back. She had never fantasized about tying her husband up before. What was coming over her?
She was a Queen. She was nobility. She was in complete control of Greg. She looked at him teasingly and took off her shoes. She saw the look of rabid excitement burning in his eyes as she stripped off her footwear. Greg was watching every movement Queen Amanda made with her lascivious feet. She felt so powerful. She pulled up a chair right in front of his bound head.
Amanda slowly teased him with her feet making him count each one of her tiny sexy toes. Then she just pushed them into her face. He started trying to lick and kiss her feet and she pulled them away from him. She bent down and put masking tape over his mouth. This was so cruel. She was taking away everything that he enjoyed and he was just left there to suffer in his love and lust for her. She put her feet right in his face while he was unable to touch them, kiss them or nibble them. Every desperate moan of his made her thighs tingle and her nipples harden. Then Queen Amanda starts her merciless verbal teasing…
“Awwwwwwww, what’s wrong Greg? Don’t you like my feet… I bet you want to tickle them don’t you, Greg? They are soooooooooooooo ticklish right now Greg! I would get down on my hands and knees and Beg you to stop tickling my poor feet if you tickled them right now. I’m so glad that your all tied up, so that I can TORTURE you with my ticklish feet all I want. There’s nothing you can do about it Greg.” She could see the look of utter despair on the face of her imaginary husband and it gave her a rush of erotic power. At the very end of their little exchange she squeezed his nose with her toes. She is so used to seeing him so big and strong. This new fantasy made parts of her quiver that she didn’t know that she had.
To make Amanda’s fantasy even more intoxicating, she was in real time dominating her husband and making him suffer. She was taking away all the things that he loved to do to her just to prove how much he really cared for her (and make him suffer for it). She felt so guilty getting off on his most desperate suffering, but she could not defy how much it turned her on. She could no longer resist the urge to purge the fire raging deep in her loins…
In the shower, Greg was not fairing any better. He was consumed with images of his wife tied to his bondage table. He wanted her to beg him so badly to stop. He let the warm water pound over his strong body as he finally let the diabolical fantasies wash over him.
She was tied so tight to his bondage table. All of her limbs were tied at every one of her joints. She could not move one inch. She was blindfolded. He was torturing her for every teasing word that she had uttered while HE was in the restrictive bondage of her rules. He wanted to make her suffer like he was suffering. The only time he was not tickling the horrible backs of her legs was when he was letting his hands rest on them just to scare the living shit out of her. He had never focused this much on making his wife just purely suffer. It scared him to no end. He loved it so much. Just the idea of her desperate thrashing made his hardness stiffen and pulse with excitement. The mindless torture of her calves had been an obsession for so long. The taboo of being forbidden had honed his study of her flexing calf muscles in his raging subconscious. He could torment her for hours. He knew just which tendons and muscles to titillate to make his Wife wish that God himself had never given her legs. He wanted to make her suffer. He wanted her to be scared out of her mind. He wanted her to really want it to stop and not be able to control it; just like he was unable to tickle her even though she was driving him out of his mind.
Greg snapped back to reality when Amanda walked into the bathroom. She was done drying her toes. She looked so beautiful. She loved him so much. How could he do something like that to her? He knew that it was her fear… He knew that she would not be able to take it… He knew that she would scream… He knew that it would be the most intoxicating thing that he ever did and it scared him to his very core.
Greg had to collect his thoughts. He had to face her soon. He couldn’t look at her having these sorts of demonic fantasies. He just thought to himself about those sweet minutes when he would be exploring her wetness. That is how he would reassert his dominance. These darker ideas were just too evil to contemplate even for him. As such, they were never far from his mind ever again.
Amanda had stripped down to her bare form and thankfully another wave of warmth came crashing into Greg as she joined him in the shower. She kissed him so deeply. She loved him more than anything. She would never do the things he was thinking. She was the mother of his children, the woman of his dreams, and his loving Wife. He would never do anything to cause her REAL discomfort…
“Thank you so much for the pedicure sweetie. I know that this is tough for you, especially after last night… but I promise Greg, I will make it up to you…” Amanda let her hand droop down to Greg’s quivering manhood. “Awwwwwwww, that’s so cute…. You missed me…”
Greg actually blushed a little. Greg took the luffa in his hands. Amanda wrapped her arms around his neck as the warm water cascaded over their nude bodies. She left her arms around his neck as he motioned his hands through her long hair and she whispered in his ear… “Oh all right… just a little!”
That was music to his ears. He felt Amanda tighten her grip around him. She was bracing herself for the sensations that Greg was about to visit upon her trembling torso... He stooped down so that her head rested comfortably on his shoulder. He wanted to feel every fiber in her being twitch as he cruelly bathed her with her fluffy bath tool. Greg could barely manage words. He just held her tight with one hand and let the luffa tease and tickle her upper body to no end. She just cooed and giggled into him so cutely. She would just grab him tighter as she squirmed from side to side. Greg couldn’t believe how much of a release it was to hear her sweet laughter in his ears one more time. It had only been a few hours devoid of the ability to tickle torture Amanda and it felt like an eternity. There was definitely something about this sea air.
“Hehehehehe Don’t forget the ribs hehehehehehehe!” This was sweet music to his ears. Greg had waited all night to hear those words. He thought for a brief second that she had changed her mind, but that was not to be the case.
Greg just used the luffa as an accent to his hands as he let his fingers probe Amanda’s sensitive rib cage. She fought so hard to stand still for him and take her little punishment. Greg got lost in her sweet laughter and sensual struggling. He didn’t even see the anvil Amanda was about to drop on him. She just looked so cute and innocent to him.
“Hhehehehehehehehe go get dressseddd heheheheheheheehhehe I have girl things to hahahahahahahahahahah take care of hahahahaha.” Greg’s fun came to a crashing halt! The look of sheer disappointment was even worse than Amanda had planned. She almost felt sorry for him… almost. Seeing how much her Greg loved tickling her in the flesh only added to the cruel sadistic torment of bound Greg who was thrashing desperately in the back of her mind. She felt so naughty having her fantasy while her husband was there.
In Amanda’s fantasy she had thrown brushes and feathers next to the bound Greg’s head and her bare feet. She ordered him to tickle her feet. He obviously couldn’t comply while tightly bound on Queen Amanda’s dungeon floor, and she was tormenting with the idea of not allowing him to cum the entire trip if he didn’t break loose this instant and torment her bare soles. The look of sheer desperation on his face was overwhelming Amanda’s senses with erotic waves of pleasure.
Greg’s reaction to being told to leave the shower, made tormenting fantasy Greg much more titillating. It was always very arousing to blur fantasy and reality. The interesting thing about the situation was that with Greg being so consumed with the idea of tickling Amanda to desperation, he was oblivious to how aroused she was. Her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers and her woman hood was throbbing from deep within as her wetness augmented the warm water cascading on her firm thighs.. She needed to be alone to TAKE CARE of that before dinner.
Greg’s eyes went dull. He just exited the shower toweled off quickly and went to his closet. As he was drying off, he heard Amanda yell from the shower “Thanks honey!”
If only Greg knew what those words meant, he would have never left her alone. He needed to think. He needed to get his mind off Amanda’s inhuman screaming. He went to his closet and put on his underwear. Then he went over the entire system he used to organize his shoes. That worked for a while. He made the mistake of trying the same thing with his ties and that was most assuredly a backward step.
Meanwhile, Amanda was touching herself shamefully imagining that a bound Greg was watching in horror and frustration. Amanda loved the desperation in his eyes not being able to touch the woman he loved or have any bit of her pleasure. Amanda was surprised at how wet she had become eroticizing the cruel teasing that she had put Greg though the entire day. Just thinking about how desperate he must be made her nipples pulse. Just thinking about the evil things that Greg must want to do to her, made Amanda feel like she was dangling off of an erotic cliff she wanted so desperately to fall from.
Amanda felt so guilty. She felt so ashamed. She felt so naughty. She felt so alive. She felt so sexy. All those emotions came rushing out when she tweaked her nipples and firmly massaged her clit one final time. She let loose the pressure that had been building all day while she was alone in the shower and Greg was far away still trying to collect his thoughts. Amanda realized that guilt and shame were a very naughty amplification for orgasm.
Amanda bit her lip trying to be as quiet as possible hoping she would get caught. The fantasy was intense but there was something missing. A part of her needed to get caught to fully let go… In the mean time she just stood there and let the water crash over her as she forced wave after wave of pleasure from deep within her as she vigorously massaged and rubbed her stiff nubbin. She felt every delicious shudder as every bead of water became like a hammer onto her sensitized skin. She felt so bad having an orgasm without Greg there. She looked forward to the morning when she would be made to pay dearly for her selfish indulgence.
Amanda’s mind was ablaze after her shower. She was still on an endorphin high when she came to the sink to towel off. She could feel every fiber of the towel against her skin. She wished so desperately that her hands were tied and Greg was lightly and mercilessly teasing her with the delicate material so that she could have the last bit of release that she needed to make her fantasy complete, but it would have to wait. She had more teasing in store for her unsuspecting Husband… lots more as a matter of fact. There was one variable that she didn’t even know was brewing: she would definitely have to wait until morning to fully understand it though.
Amanda strolled into her walk in closet and she had a terrible idea. She wanted out make her feet even softer for poor Greg when he played with them. She wanted to live out her Queen fantasy. She would probably not be able to tie Greg up, but she wanted to make him worship her feet while he couldn’t touch them or nibble them like he so desperately wanted to. Something about having such control over poor Greg awakened something deep inside of her.
She took out her blisslabs softening socks and prepared to slide them on her already tender feet. This would make her feet even softer than they already were. Just seeing her poor feet in their softening cases sent shivers up and down Greg’s spine. He knew that inside they were perfectly warm and tickly. They would be so soft and hyper-sensitive that it would drive him out of his mind with tickle lust. Unfortunately for him and much to Amanda’s delight that lust would have to be bottled until first light.
Tormenting him in such a way brought a smile to her face. It actually felt quite strange. This was not like Amanda… not anymore anyway… She lotioned her feet in the eucalyptus sock slave and put her special socks on. Amanda knew that her feet would be deadly soft when Greg took her socks off. On the rest of her body she slathered more and more of Greg’s favorite cucumber melon lotion to make her as attractive as possible. She wanted to make her one night of mock domination absolutely perfect (and perfectly dreadful for her foot slave).
Greg had already moved out to the living room finally focusing on the sales reports that he would have to review when he got back to his office. He hated thinking about work while he was off with his wife but he needed something to keep him from thinking about torturing Amanda past her limits on purpose. The idea was as unsettling as it was arousing.
When he saw her it was like a vision. She almost had a glow about her. He could see that she was very wide eyed and alert. She wore the cutest pink collared shirt with no sleeves and tight fitting jeans that left little to the imagination. She was so beautiful. No one on this planet compared to her in his eyes. Her tiny frame was perfect in every way. Her long black hair encased the face of what he thought to be a pure angel.
Greg’s voice caught in his throat. Even in such simple attire and white sneakers she still took his breath away with even the most casual smile. “Oh My God Amanda… You look so amazing!” He could barely contain himself as he kissed her deeply. He pulled her so close to him. Amanda so loved the feel of his strong arms around her. She felt so safe rubbing against his cackier pants and polo shirt as he drew her nearer and nearer.
“Awwwwww Thank you honey. You look very nice yourself, and you smell so good.” The smell of Amanda’s favorite cologne was a welcome guest to Amanda’s nostrils. It just made her feel even more alive. Greg was going to try and seduce her. She was going to love making him work for every inch of her quivering thighs that he was going to lovingly invade. The thought of what she had planned brought an evil Grin to her face that was very hard to conceal.
As they were holding hands and walking to the car, Greg noticed something in the cool night air. He was amazed to realize that Amanda wasn’t wearing a bra. This was so unlike her. The tight collared sleeveless shirt strained against her firm breasts. He could see her gentle peaks poking into the fabric. He couldn’t help but think how erotic the little fibers must feel against her nipples with no lace protection underneath. As he pulled off and he saw her lean her head back and lick her lips he no longer had to wonder. He could tell that she was enjoying the sensual sensations immensely.
They held hands as they drove down The Shore to their favorite restaurant. There would be no lobster tonight, just some good food and live music. While holding Amanda’s hand in the car, Greg could not help but notice the black scrunch that she was going to use to pull her hair back into a pony tail on her left wrist. This subtle contrast reminded him deeply of having a leather strap tied around her wrist. Any thought of bondage in his state was a death stroke. The demented fantasies were bounding around in his mind once again, much to his dismay. Amanda just lay there almost half asleep enjoying every bump of the car that sent little shocks of pleasure through her pulsing erect nipples.
Greg could take no more. He pulled off into the abandoned parking lot next to the restaurant. He unbuckled his seat belt quickly.
Amanda just sat there and giggled. She knew what was happening. This was more delicious than her wildest dreams. “Awwwwwwwww Is someone happy to see me…?” She took off her seat belt just in time for Greg to pull his steering wheel up and pull her to him almost violently. She loved it when he was so aggressive. She was so tiny and he was so big and strong. She didn’t have a chance. That is why she loved him so much. This is what made teasing Greg so intoxicating-the thrill of getting CAUGHT.
“Yessssssssssssss” Greg could only moan as if he were a starved man who had just found his first piece of sustenance. Greg kissed Amanda desperately. He was breathing heavily already and the night was no where near over. He couldn’t believe how overcome with passion he was. Was it how perfect she looked, how nice she smelled, or that he just desperately needed release? It could have been any combination of these things but the one thing Greg was sure of was that he never wanted to let go of his wife, no matter how naughty she was being.
He let his tongue probe hers passionately. Amanda held his face in her hands as his hands coursed through her long hair. She moved like a snake up against him. Every time that either one of them moved the fabric of Amanda’s shirt would become deliciously disturbed and it would send waves of pleasure all the way through her very being. She was becoming desperately aroused again just from the passionate kissing. This was even more fun than she had dreamed.
After ten minutes or so of enjoying themselves in the front seat of their car, Greg and Amanda reluctantly got out and walked over to the restaurant. Amanda had this utter look of pride on her face and Greg this utter look of torment. He hated being this disturbed in public and Amanda loved doing it to him. She honestly felt that it was part of her job description.
The entire time that they ate, Amanda was ruthless. She nuzzled her almost bare breasts so close to Greg that it was terrible for him. He could feel that her nipples were as hard as little pebbles through her shirt, and it made the food taste plain and metallic in comparison. He could only think about what was underneath. He could only think about having her naked before him begging him for mercy at the top of her strained lungs. That was the only thought that gave him comfort. When she would graze her fingernails up his thighs it was no help either. She was ruthless. She just sat there under his arm the entire time and took full advantage of how excited he was. Usually she would just casually tease him, but tonight she was even massaging his stiffness lightly through his pants. What had gotten into his cute suburban housewife?
The build up was terrible for Greg. He wanted so desperately to torture her for making him feel this way, but he couldn’t. Today was her day of rest and he was going to respect that… he just wished that she would respect what it did to him a little more.
Her constant verbal teasing got him the most. She would just nibble on his ear and whisper so innocently, “what’s Wrong Greg… that doesn’t feel good does it… you don’t like it when I do this do you… that doesn’t make you hard does it?” This was so out of character for Amanda and it was mysteriously intoxicating for Greg. The idea of dominating this slightly more assertive version of Amanda was even more appealing than that of his regular housewife. This evil tease almost deserved what he would do to her… almost. No one deserves the things that were swirling in Greg’s mind.
Amanda knew that Greg was right where she wanted him. He was about to go somewhere he had never been before and it made her feel so good. Strangely though, she didn’t know where that place was or why she wanted to push him there so badly? She just put that thought out of her mind and enjoyed their night cap. Greg’s last ditch effort to regain the situation was to order her tequila. They both knew what this did to her. Two shots had her warm and tingly inside just as much as her ruthless teasing of her husband.
Driving back to the house Greg could see that his poor wife was swimming in lust. She was noticeably massaging his inner thigh. He swore that he could see her nipples pulsing through the fabric.
There were no games to speak of when they got to the house. All that Greg could think about was getting at those pretty feet of hers. He wanted to have some fun before completely devouring her. He might not be able to tie her up and tickle torture her, but holding her down during intercourse and using his new electric friend would be a very close second. The screams were already haunting him when he carried his blushing bride to the door; her lips kissing and nibbling away at his neck as he walked up the steps.
To be continued…
Greg walked into the house and set her lovingly on their large black fluffy couch. It was so comfortable. Amanda scooted over into Greg’s lap and just melted into his deep embrace. His hands moved, his lips pressed against hers, and his hips gyrated trying to gain pressure on his throbbing erection. Now that they were home, Amanda was more than happy to oblige him. She made sure that her firm thighs were pressed firmly up against his manhood while he kissed her passionately and gyrated his hips against her slightly. The guilt of her secret indulgence in the shower came crashing into her temples, nipples and loins. She loved the naughtiness. That and her husband’s lips were driving her close to an even more mind numbing climax.
She moved her head next to his and whispered into his ear. “Don’t you want to play with my feet? I have a surprise for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.” Her erotic singing whisper was too much for Greg to handle.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm what’s that?” Anything positive for Greg in his state was a step in the right direction. He was in no mood to turn down any favors.
“I guess you’ll just have to take my shoes off and find out Greg… but be gentle, you know how SENSITIVE my feet are!” She was still being such a tease. Strangely, this is one of the things that Greg loved most about her. She always paid so much attention to him… but this was a little different attention than he was used to.
(((((You know she is doing this on purpose to torture you Greg. She is getting off on watching you suffer. Look))))). The voice inside Greg’s head kept making more and more sense with every teasing word that came out his Wife’s mouth.
She slid back on the couch and put her shoes right on Greg’s lap. The anticipation was too much to take.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm, what’s my surprise?” Greg’s hands shifted to her cute sneakers.
“You just have to take them off and see.” Amanda wiggled her cute shoes invitingly as Greg looked down upon them. She was smiling so evilly. He knew that it had to be something really interesting.
He ripped off both of her shoes without untying the laces. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, someone’s a little bit excited aren’t they?” Amanda could just lay back and giggle at her husband’s haste. She absolutely relished having this effect on him. It made her feel so powerful. Oddly, in the midst of her sexual domination she got the same sneaking feeling that there was something missing. Right now she couldn’t quite figure out what.
“Jesus Amanda, you know what these do to me…” Greg brought her feet still covered in her cute thick softening socks to his face and started hungrily nuzzling his mouth against them. This is what he had been looking forward too all day long. Amanda arched her back as she felt the nerves in her feet being stimulated through her socks. She let out an earthy moan. Seeing Greg in such a frenzied sexual state always sent delicious chills down her spine. The naughty fantasy that she had indulged in earlier, was still playing in the back of her mind and she decided to act on her wicked idea.
“Well that’s why I put them on silly. You know that I love driving you out of your mind hahaha…” She started rubbing her feet up against Greg’s hands inviting him to take her special socks off. He did not need to be asked twice. He stripped both of her soles of their protective softening socks quickly. The skin that he was left touching was more buttery than anything that he had every touched. Sand, a pedicure, and her miracle socks had left her feet as soft as the day she was born. Her buttery skin sent shock waves from his fingertips deep within his loins. When he couldn’t tie Amanda up that energy was redirected to his obsession with worshipping her *ticklish* feet.
He put Amanda’s feet close to his lips when his bliss was interrupted. “Pull down your pants Greg. Leave your underwear on, but pull down your pants.” Anything involving the removal of clothing was music to Greg’s lustful ears at this point. He pulled down his pants as his Wife asked. “Now put your hands over your head Greg…”
“What?” Greg was puzzled. Amanda had never behaved like this. It was strange. Even worse in his frustrated state any attention that she showed him good or bad just made him more aroused.
“I said put your hands over your head. I want to rub my feet all over you while you can’t do anything about it…” Amanda was looking Greg directly in the eye. There was no where that he could hide from her malicious gaze. The look on her eyes had the demonic look of evil and it worried Greg because he had never seen his Wife like this before. He could see how painfully her nipples were erect and could see her raising her hands to tease them. In that moment his greatest fear was realized and Greg could not bear to admit it. He just tried to focus on the present. He put his hands over his head while his wife’s cruel perfect feet made their way up his thigh.
“You better keep your hands there, Greg. If you move them… then I won’t let you kiss and suck on my toes!” Amanda’s words were as cold as ice. She knew exactly what effect that would have on him. He would do anything within his power to be able to touch her deliciously soft feet. It was so cute. She also knew what he was thinking behind those worried eyes of his.
Greg just looked at the softening socks on the ground and read the blisslabs logo. He knew that right now touching Amanda’s feet in any way would probably make her giggle and squirm to no end. He longed to lash them to the foot of the bed with leather, tie her toes back, and rake her favorite hairbrushes up and down her writhing squirming soles in their hyper-ticklish state. He tried to think about being able to kiss her beautiful feet but then he was reminded that he could not even nibble her toes. Greg was going insane in the bondage of Amanda’s rules, and Greg finally admitted to himself that she was tormenting him on purpose.
Amanda made his plight even worse. She began lightly snaking her cute feet up his inner thigh rubbing deliberately. She made sure that her cute cherry painted toes did a seductive dance for her helpless Husband as she rubbed his erogenous zone very deeply. She just sat back in amazement and the great pleasure she was causing. She took great joy in watching the conflict within Greg. She knew that it was all he could do not to hold her down right were she was and tickle her sensitive feet ruthlessly.
Taking away his ability to touch them was unnecessary, mean and calculating. She was taking away all his greatest joys and making him suffer for loving her so much. She loved seeing he pained anguish on his face. Every time that he moaned in frustration she felt a little more loved and needed. It was terrible fun to torment her husband like this.
Amanda was no longer in the living room. She was living out her medieval Queen fantasy torturing her loyal foot servant with the one thing that he loved dear. She felt so guilty for how wet this little encounter was making her. She couldn’t help but rub her thighs together as she teased Greg’s to increase the pressure on her throbbing moist clit.
“Does that feel good Greg… Answer me sweetie…. I want to know!” Amanda was not going to be satisfied until she got exactly what she wanted from him; she just didn’t know exactly what that was. Even though she was being pushed to tease him in this way she was still not aware what she was pushing him towards.
“Yes it feels good Amanda… It feels so good… I love the way your feet feel… They are so soft…!” Greg was lost. He felt the erotic jolts pleasure coursing through him as her ultra-soft warm feet were rubbing SLOWLY up his thigh. It was horribly intoxicating.
“Awwwwwwww, I’m glad you like it sweetie… What about this…?” Amanda then began to rub her baby soft feet against the rising in his thin undergarment. The feelings were so delicious Greg could barely take it. The soft teasing sensation of his Wife’s tiny feet almost tickled Greg, but he never wanted it to end. He wanted so badly to reach down and rub her feet all over his pulsing erection until he exploded all over her squirming toes, but he couldn’t. Greg was not ALLOWED to.
Amanda was maniacal and devious. She just let her toes linger on his throbbing manhood teasing him ruthlessly. She squeezed every inch of his erection through the thin fabric that offered little protection from her knowing toes. She was grinning from ear to ear on her side of the couch. Even though Greg could easily over power her he wouldn’t. He was in the bondage of his own affection and Amanda thought it her job to tease him thoroughly. Why…she did not know.
“What’s in here?” Amanda let one of her toes sneak into his boxers and tickled right underneath his sensitive balls it was a wave of electric ticklish pleasure that screamed out through his entire body. The sensation was terribly delicious. Greg enjoyed having Amanda’s perfect soft feet bringing him to climax (although, he feared tonight she might have other plans). Her toes teasing his manhood were maddening. “That’s no fair, they get to tickle you and you don’t get to tickle them…”
With that it, all made sense. Greg had been trying to piece it together since early this morning, but it all made sense now. Greg just let the white hot fire of rage building up inside him consume all that he was. That was the last straw. Greg’s worst fear had been realized. THE VOICE WAS RIGHT. He was powerless to stop himself now. He felt so bad for his poor wife; she had no idea. When he looked up at Amanda he could no longer see the mother of his children. He just saw a ruthless cruel teasing dominatrix that needed to be taught a lesson in manners… slowly. His manhood was already coursing with every stroke of his wife’s wiggly little toes through his underwear. In his aroused state he didn’t know what he was capable of…
“You know you’re right… It’s NOT fair!” Greg emphasized the word ‘not’ by grabbing his wife’s right ankle and bringing her foot to his mouth. He had been bottling his desires all day, and he was not playing that game anymore. Now it was time for him to have all the sadistic fun that he had been dreaming about. And he didn’t need ANYONE’S permission.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch my feet Greg…” Amanda arched her back and put both of her hands behind her. She increased the pressure of her left foot on Greg’s growing manhood and splayed the toes of her ultra-soft right foot out for his inspection and consumption. Truth be told, she was expecting this. The most exciting part of tormenting the imaginary Greg was imagining what he would do to her once her finally got free. She just bit her bottom lip playfully and waited for him to hungrily take her wiggling toes into his warm mouth. . She knew that Greg would be very eager as her other foot plays Russian roulette with his mounting arousal. Foot worship was always a nice appetizer for intercourse. The fantasy of being a Queen naturally lends itself to being bedded by a big strong knight.
“I make the rules, or have you forgotten pet.” Amanda’s eyes shot wide open. No matter what short term day dreams Amanda might entertain, she was always most responsive when Greg would just take control of her (little did she know, how deep the rabbit hole goes). Listening to his stern commands sent her hips churning. She just closed her eyes and pushed her foot closer and closer to his mouth. The fabric of her shirt was rubbing deliciously against her aching breasts with even her most subtle movements.
“No master… I haven’t forgotten…” Greg could not manage a response as his mouth devoured five writhing very sensitive toes. Amanda felt the warmth of his lips and tongue traveling up her legs and slamming home between her ever warming thighs.
“MMMMMMMM that feels so good…” Amanda could just moan in approval. Real Greg always knew how to give her exactly what she needed. She had been having too much fun teasing her master and she needed to be punished! She could only imagine the things that Greg would make her do in absence of being able to bind and tickle her. The idea of finally being bound to the bed the next morning unable to stop her evil husband from taking out his pent up frustrations on her poor defenseless knees only added to Amanda’s arousal.
Greg was gaining a foothold in his mind again. His wife was yielding to him. Greg always felt at ease when his wife shared her pleasure with him. She was usually so unselfish. Her toes were sneaking further and further into his underwear and the thought of waiting until morning to have his little tickle slave back didn’t bother him near as much. When her wiggly toes started caressing his bare skin all he could think about was getting her out of those clothes so that he could re-establish his male dominance properly. It may not be bound and laughing, but on her face with her head buried in the pillow would have to do tonight. That is until ‘it’ happened.
Greg knew IT happened! He just didn’t know what IT was. He knew his teeth had grazed against the underside of his wife’s squirming toes while they were in his mouth, but Greg honestly didn’t know if it was an accident, he did it on purpose, or someone “else” did it on purpose. Amanda let out a gentle squeal through her earthy moans but she didn’t say anything. Maybe she hadn’t notice. Greg tried to put it out of his mind but then it happened again more deliberately. Greg didn’t know what was happening. It was like he wasn’t in control of himself.
“Hehehehe Mm Greg… I said no nibbling baby… you can get my toes in the MORNING!” That did it. Greg made up his mind. He was going to release the monster that he was hiding inside of him for all these years. Greg was quickly becoming dizzy with arousal. His wife’s buttery soft feet had started it. Now the idea of The Taskmaster having his poor wife all to himself was throbbing in his temples. For so long, the conflict had waged within him and the time had finally arrived. Greg settled on his exact course of action and excused himself…
He took Amanda’s foot out of his mouth and looked up at his evil seductress. She thought she was so FUCKING cute. She thought that it was so fun to tease him. She thought it was so fun to use his affections against him. He could see that she was shamelessly aroused. Greg thought to himself how much worse this was all going to be for her with her nerves all standing at attention.
“Ohhhhh My god Amanda… You’re feet are so soft… Wait here I have to go to the bathroom… I’ll be right back…” Sociopaths are notoriously good with people. They know exactly how to stroke a person’s ego, gain trust, and get what they want. The dark side of Greg was no different.
Amanda just leaned into Greg and whispered into his ear, “Hurry back…” As a preview of things to come she wrapped her hand around his painful erection through his underwear. Greg could feel her soft hands even through the material. The feeling of her warm breath and her soft hand made him shudder. She let her soft sweet lips brush lightly on his neck as he got up to leave. It’s a shame really. 60 seconds ago there would have been a part of Greg that cared. Now it was too late to butter him up.
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll hurry back sweetie. Now, don’t you go anywhere!” He lovingly kissed her on the forehead as he went off to the bathroom. He could hear her giggle in the background. She just lay back on the couch and closed her eyes counting the seconds until he returned. Poor girl. She had no idea what his words meant.
Greg was set in his course, but he could not help the enormous feeling of Guilt that was weighing over him. He couldn’t put the guilt out of his mind. With the Guilt came a small leash on the beast that he so desperately wanted to let out. As Greg was taking out his leather restraints he kept trying to think of ways to get the guilt to go away. He had decided that since Amanda would undoubtedly be thrashing harder than she ever had before, that he would probably have to secure the leather cuffs to the bed first with the loose ends free so he could adjust and tie off her limbs as he secured them. After he finished tying the last cuff to the fourth corner of their large bed he had an epiphany. He saw the bottle of lotion on the side of the bed and it reminded him of the perfect idea to remove the specter of guilt from his sadistic intentions. He realized that the keys to the final leash for his monster didn’t belong to him. They literally belonged to Amanda. In order for the final release, she would have to summon the very demon that would devour every fiber of her being. Greg had devised the perfect way to induce her to push him enough to finally transform once and for all.
Greg walked confidently back to the sofa. His beautiful wife was waiting for him eagerly. She sat up on the couch, eyes wide, her eyes looking at him adoringly, her nipples poking through her shirt, her back arched, her feet tucked underneath her. She was so beautiful. He had to get her to unlock his deepest fears quickly because he could feel the guilt raising with her every smile like a cloud over his darkening mind. He sat down next to his wife on the couch and she literally pounced on him. She straddled his lap and took his tongue into her waiting mouth. Greg could not help but pt his hands against her lewdly churning hips. As they shared their fiery breath Amanda made sure to display her firm chest proudly against Greg’s. She let her fingernails massage his scalp and her feet tucked under her were massaging his inner thigh with deadly accuracy. The waves of his wife’s affections crashed over him violently as her passions became his. She was giving him so much pleasure. It was hard for Greg to focus on the diabolical task at hand with his loving Wife reminding him of how sweet she could be.
Greg loved Amanda. That didn’t change. He didn’t want to hurt her. He just wanted to make her understand how he felt. He wanted to make her experience a dread and fear the likes of which she had never dreamed of in her sweetest nightmares. He wanted her to see the blackness in him that he had to fight every day to keep her safe. He wanted her to know the evil that he had to fight all day while she teased it cruelly. He wanted her to feel the panic of loosing control as he had in this very moment. He wanted her to feel the helplessness that he felt giving in to his most demonic desires (desires that he had never even told his wife about). More than anything he wanted her to just feel. Ever since this morning he has been even more conscious of the barriers that Amanda puts up. He wanted to take all of them away from her, so that she could just let go and feel.
Right now one thing that Greg was feeling was Amanda grinding furiously on top of him. Amanda was being a little bit more aggressive than usual and Greg still liked it. He loved the idea of his proud beautiful lioness lying bound before him screaming at the top of her lungs for his mercy. As his mouth searched hers he promised himself that this night above all other nights that she would mean every single FUCKING word of her screams-and every single desperate word would go… unanswered.
It’s almost as though Amanda knew what he was thinking and now wanted to make it as hard as possible for him. She took his hands in hers and placed them on her ribcage. She then broke away from his lips and looked at him with such a warm smile. She bent over and let her sweet warm voice tickle his ears as her teeth grazed his ear lobe. “You deserve a little reward… thank you for being so good today… hehe!”
The guilt was just swimming behind Greg’s eyes. He felt so bad. He couldn’t help but take up her invitation. He felt her wrap her arms so tightly around him. She braced herself and nibbled Greg’s earlobe to ease her tension. Her warm breath was like a dream as her hands massaged Greg’s scalp as she prepared for her playful tickling.
Greg started lightly probing her sensitive ribs. He was already painfully erect. Every twitch of her body was grinding right up against him. He could feel Amanda gently start squirming and it sent him ablaze. There wasn’t even an audible response yet, and Greg’s tickle lust was already getting the better of him.
“Hehe that *TICKLES* hehe” She was so cute. She knew how to melt him into a million pieces. She just sat on his lap, snuggled tightly against him and laughed into his ear while he lightly tickled her ribs. She was so perfect. She was his Wife. She was the only woman in the world that he cared about. As hard as the day had been she gave him this final act of kindness. The whole time that she was writhing on his lap she never stopped massaging his scalp or kissing his ear lobe. It felt so good. The pleasure was like a warm sensual blanket that he was wrapped up in. This is what tickling Amanda did to him.
The worst part was that there was nothing he could do. Amanda’s fate was already sealed. Her ticklish executioner was already dancing deep inside Greg and making his way to the surface. As much as her laughter and squirming aroused his feelings of love for her, it aroused in The Taskmaster the hatred of having been denied it all day long.
The difference between his deepest love and his deepest hatred for his beautiful wife manifest itself in his icy cold cloud of guilt. He knew what he was going to do to her. He knew how he was going to do it. He just felt terrible about it. Amanda lightly grabbed his hands and pushed them to his side. She looked him in the eyes. Her hazel eyes pierced him. He feared that he would see the evil inside him.
“Now… how do you want me to make it all up to you Greg… you have been so patient letting me catch my breath for the day… what can I do to make it all bettttttttttter…?” She let her hair frame her pretty face as she looked at her handsome husband. She knew that he deserved something. Things were always interesting when he got creative.
This was finally his opening. This was exactly what he had been waiting for. He had thought of the answer while he was setting her trap. There were only thee words that need be said… “Hold still Amanda.” Greg said them with a sternness that really hit home with Amanda. She loved it when he took control of her. Remembering this very morning, she knew it was one of his favorite games. Really it’s what she needs right now. She has been so naughty all day. She thought she needed to be punished a little bit more. She had no doubts which position Greg would want her in. His affair with her perfect feet was almost a thing of legend.
In her sleek sultry whisper she just replied simply, “welllllll, you know I’ll try… but you might have to REMIND me…”
“Oh don’t worry I will, sweetheart. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it!” Like a mouse to cheese Amanda was falling into Greg’s perfectly set trap. She leaned back on his lap and started unbuckling her pants. She wanted the penalty to be as bad as possible. She pulled down her zipper slowly and licked her lips to accentuate the fires burning deep within her. Greg was amazed to see the lace see through panties. They did little to conceal the dampness that his deliberate attentions had caused. She put her arms on Greg’s shoulders inviting him to take the next step. She was so romantic.
“These too sweet heart… no protection for you…” Greg let his hands wrap suggestively around her firm buns as he slid her panties down around her thighs like her pants.
“Ohhhh no, not my panties Greg… please don’t pull down my panties… hehe?” He could hear the lust in her voice. He pointed for her to assume her position. She again grabbed a pillow and placed it firmly under her chest to help arch her back. She flipped her long hair so that it was draped over her shoulders. She arched her back even more when she felt Greg’s strong hand begin to firmly massage her tight bare bottom. He felt his left arm holding her quivering calves and she pointed her toes up at him invitingly.
“You know what happens if you move right…” Greg couldn’t help but explore the small of her back under her shirt while massaging his fetching target.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmm I get *Spanked.*” That extra emphasis sent a chill all the way through Greg’s body and landed in his aching balls. He loved her enthusiasm for being disciplined. The way she eroticized it was helping the guilt to away and The Taskmaster was coming more to the forefront.
Seeing Amanda enjoy her spanking was only part of the plan. He also needed to be reminded about how naughty she has been. It needed to be her voice commanding him. “Honey… I want you to do something really special for me…!”
Amanda could barely hear Greg. Her hardening clit had found a nice little wrinkle in the couch material that was positively electrifying. It poked its ultra-sensitive head out more and more to greet it. Her breathing had altered slightly and Greg could see that… “Uhhhh huhhhhhhh!” She would agree to almost anything. She just had a hard time concentrating on speaking knowing what was about to happen to her.
“I really love it when you tease me Amanda… I want you to tease me about how I can’t nibble your feet right now while I am kissing them and licking them. You have been driving me crazy with that all day… It really turns me on sweetie…” Sociopaths are notoriously good with people. They know how to stroke a person’s ego, gain their trust, and get exactly what they want. Greg wants to destroy his wife. He wants to torture her beyond the limits of her very humanity. He wants to let the purest evil within him have her for the very first time. He NEEDS to here that domineering teasing tone again that provokes him so much. He needs that to make the guilt go away and allow his greatest release. He has packaged it in the form of Amanda’s very pride. That is the pride that she takes in the ability to turn him on beyond all measure.
‘Awwwwww, it’s not like I was doing it on PURPOSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Greg could feel the guilt washing away. His greatest suspicions were being confirmed. It felt so good. He was finally able to start letting go. He just focused as much as he could on the backs of Amanda’s legs. He would play with them for hours tonight no matter how bad it was for his naughty little tease. “And you’re right… You are so not allowed to nibble my feet Greg… you can’t touch my feet with your teeth one bit. Hehe”
Amanda’s mind was swimming. Greg was actually getting a kick (silly girl) out of her new found malice. The thought of Greg becoming aroused more and more from her evil teasing was maddening.
Greg was getting much more aroused but for a different reason. Every time that Amanda told him that he was not allowed to scrape his teeth on her feet he felt a little bit more of his mask die. The guilt was washing away. He used his tongue over the length of Amanda’s sole and the results were delicious. In her sensitized state there was no way that she could hold still. She began flexing her lower leg muscles furiously to try and deal with the *ticklish* sensations on the bottoms of her feet.
“I said… hold *smack* still *smack*” Greg was still tracing his tongue along her heal when she squirmed for the first time. He could see as he playfully spanked his naughty little housewife, that she only arched her back, ground her hips into the couch, and grunt in lewd approval.
“Mmmmm *ohhhhhh* mmmmm hehehe *ohhhhhh* mmmm now remember Greg *ohhhh* no nibbling hehehehe *ohhhh* you are not allowed heheh *ohhhhhh* to nibble *ohhh* my ticklish *ooohhhhhh* toes… hehehe *ohhhhhhhh* not even hehehe *ohhhhh* a little *ohhhhho* hehehe *Ohhhhhh* bit mmmmmmmmmmmm” The duality of the situation was terribly intoxicating for Amanda.
On the one hand her feet were being licked and kissed deliciously causing little tickles on the back of her clitoris. Whenever she squirmed or writhed away she was being PUNISHED. That word alone just sent her hips grinding even harder into the fabric of the couch. If Greg kept this up she would have another orgasm just from his light tickling and playful spanking.
Then there was the new sensation of telling Greg what he couldn’t have. That sensation made her feel more sexually powerful. She knew how badly he wanted to nibble her feet, hold her down and make her scream. Denying him that only made her poor nipples throb even more. She couldn’t help but rub them into the pillow even harder as she arched her back and licked her lips enjoying her plight immensely.
Greg could see the effect that this was having on poor Amanda. He could see her hips gyrating. He could see her squeezing the pillow suggestively to her firm breasts. He could hear the erotic desperation in her voice. And he could hear her merciless teasing about him not being able to nibble her toes the way he so desperately wanted to. With every passing second Greg Spanked his wife harder and harder. The Taskmaster within him was now fully in control. He was just waiting for the right opportunity to pounce on his poor defenseless slave girl while she was in the middle of her lewd display.
As Greg spanked harder, Amanda’s breathing became more desperate, her clit rubbed more firmly into the couch, her woman hood became dripping wet, and the electric tickly sensations on the soles of her feet only made her nipples throb more and more. Her eyes were still closed. She just wanted to sit back and let the conflicting emotions and feelings rip her to pieces until there was nothing left of her except sheer ecstasy. She could not help but grunt louder and louder as her penalty for moving became firmer and firmer. She felt so guilty that she was shamelessly wiggling her tight little ass on purpose just so Greg would have an excuse to spank her. She had to bite her lip to keep from just begging him to take her across his knee… maybe later. She could not stop her earthy moans from being a true indication of how thoroughly she was enjoying her delicious predicament. Her indiscretion earlier had emboldened her and for some reason she felt the overwhelming sensation to touch herself without Greg’s permission. She didn’t know where these strange new feelings were coming from. She was only sure that they were sure to overpower her.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm heheheheeh *ohhhhhhh* hehehehe *ohhhhhhh* you better not *ohhhhho* nibble on my toes Greg *ohhhhhhhhhh* hehehe*ohhhh* I won’t let you play with them the entire trip!!!” Greg’s manhood could take no more. Seeing his wife’s hips grinding into the sofa, hearing her giggles mixed with her low moans of pleasure seasoned by her lewd grunts as he spanked her firm ass were all marinating in his aching balls.
He finally took his hand off of his wife’s once again pink behind to find a new target. He reached underneath her exposed hips and probed between her thighs to find a hardened clit moist and ripe for merciless teasing. As he massaged her clit between two fingers SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWLY he took her toes into his mouth and stopped his casual licking of her soles. Now he was deliberately trying to take her right to the edge of orgasm. He knew that she would be the most vulnerable to his tickle torture if he captured her right on the edge of cumming. She would also be able to put up less of a fight, not that it mattered. One of the things that Amanda loved the most about Greg was that he was so big and strong. She would not stand a chance against him if he decided to overpower her. Amanda would be painfully reminded of that fact sooner than she thought…
“Ohhhhhhh My god….. Ohhhh My godd… please don’t stop. Just a little firmer…. Please Greg… please master?” Hearing her call him master shook something in the Taskmaster. The last twinge of the old Greg heard it. It was his loving wife. He tried to fight against the bondage of his own rage but then… “Ohhhhh yessss… suck my toes just like that hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm and you better not nibble them either… oh god… please don’t stop…”
Amanda’s hips were grinding all over Greg’s hand. He could see the muscles in her ass clinching and releasing as she was working herself to an earth shattering orgasm. Greg could see the pink that he caused on her muscles. Seeing the fruits of his *stinging* labor added greatly to the sadistic fire that had consumed him. It reminded him of what he could do to her. It reminded him of what he planned to do to her. He lightly increased the pressure on Amanda’s clit and began to lightly graze his starved teeth on the pads of her flexing toes.
Amanda just giggled to herself. She thought it was just part of the game. She thought that he was just playing with her to intensify her climax. It made sense to her. The sharp sensation of his teeth on her supple toes only shot to the back of her throbbing woman hood and made her nipples rub delightfully against the pillow through her thin shirt. She was so short of breath from her lust that she could barely breathe. She could not believe how bad Greg was being and it turned her on even further. She could only gasp and moan as his cruel light touches on her clitoris became firmer and firmer pushing her closer and closer to her edge. She didn’t mind the light nibbling but she felt the need to continue his teasing at Greg’s own request…
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm Naughty….Boy huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I told you no Mmmmmmmmmmmmm Teeth…….Your so bad, Greg……huhhhhhhhhh make it up to your foot Queen!” She couldn’t help but crinkle her nose as she announced her new title. Greg must have liked it because he began to furiously rub his hand lewdly all over her amazingly wet pussy and clitoris.
Her hips took on a new level of desperation with Greg’s new deliberate caress. “Awwwwwwww does someone want to cumm?” The mouse was already sitting on his evil trap. All he had to do now was snap it. To accentuate his comment he lightly grazed his teeth again on her squirming soft toes.
“EEEEEEeeee Yes yes yes, pelase EEEEEEEEEE!” She squealed delightfully. This was so diabolical. The taskmaster almost felt bad for Amanda… almost.
He didn’t even offer her a response. He just pinched her clit between his thumb and his forefinger. He used his middle finger to stroke up and down the very tip of her throbbing slick pearl. Amanda’s entire body began to shudder. She was getting that greasy feeling in her stomach again and the pressure in her lower body was terrible. To make matters worse for our heroine, Greg’s teeth were grazing more consistently and firmly on the base of her toes… She felt the deliberate tickling sensations shoot up her legs. It added to the intensity of the fire but also kept it bottled up in her womanhood. She couldn’t take it. She needed to cumm so badly. The laughter began to pour from deep inside her once again. She started giggling in between her earthy moans of pleasure and The Taskmaster loved it. He had his beautiful slave girl right where he wanted her.
“Please heheheheheheheheheehehe please master ohhhhhhh please don’t nibble mmmmm hhehehehehehehehe please make me cum please I need to cumm heheheheeh plese stop nibbling?” Amanda was slithering like a snake. The erotic sensations had more control over her muscles than she did. She was going to burst if she didn’t explode all over Greg’s knowing hand soon. She loved him so much for making her wait. It always made the eventual eruption all the more volcanic.
“I make the FUCKING RULES Amanda… or have you Forgotten?!” Amanda had heard the words before but never that tone. It sent a chill down her spine. Fear only added to the lust between her thighs while Greg had his hand there working her towards the heaven just beyond her grasp. To her dismay, Greg grabbed a hold of her calves and let his teeth wander all over her sensitized feet. The burning within her had no where to go and the Taskmaster loved it to no end. Every scream of laughter and every grunt of frustration fueled his sadism to newer and newer heights. He had been waiting for over ten years to have his pretty slave ALL to himself.
As his teeth found every wrinkle on her ticklish soles Amanda just couldn’t take it. Her feet were far too soft for this kind of treatment. She could do nothing but lay there and thrash. She tried with every muscle in her body to pry her feet away from the Taskmaster. His Grip was far too tight. The helplessness washed over her in an uncomfortable wave. There was something different about it tonight. It was very different. Something inside her could sense a danger that she had never known before, and the way that she perceived even the tiniest sensation was both changed and horribly amplified. She was beginning to be very afraid. She didn’t understand why. Greg had nibbled her feet and massaged her clit thousands of times.
What was so different? The same force that had guided her to tease him was now making her feel uneasy just being around him. The fact that despite her desperate thrashing his hand never broke contact with her clitoris was surprisingly disturbing. She sensed coldness in his precision. It was almost like it wasn’t even the Greg that she knew anymore or at least the Greg she thought she knew. The one thing she was sure of was that right now she had to get out of this situation. Something about it just felt wrong. She felt unsafe for the first time with Greg and it scared every bone in her body. She hated that he was forcing her to mix these negative emotions with arousal.
“Ohhhhhh god please ahheheahhehaehahahahaehahehaehahe Stop just stop ahahaehahaehaehahehaheaheahaehahe please just stop Greg pleasseaeaeaeaeaee please oh god just stop…” The Taskmaster almost forgot who she was talking about when he said that name. It felt strangely foreign to him. He pushed the thought aside as he relished in her desperate screams. These were REAL screams. They were not playful screams to only encourage further torment. Anyone could produce those. Amanda was afraid. She was really afraid. The ability to make someone afraid was real power. Anyone can use a feather… To be able to torment someone’s mind and make them truly afraid of you is what satisfies a true sadist. Before this night was over, the Taskmaster was going to make poor helpless Amanda literally terrified.
Amanda started kicking purposefully now. Then, without warning The Taskmaster’s hand shot up to her ribcage and began to probe furiously. Amanda could not take it. She was driven far away from the edge of her orgasmic bliss, but she still had a desperate burning sense of arousal. Every nerve in Amanda’s body was tingly already and the deliberate tickling sent her absolutely out of her mind. All that she could do was let out the river of desperation within her in the form of sweet hysterical pleas for mercy…
“Oh please Greg ahahahahahahahahahahahhah ahahahaha please stop ahahahhahahaha I can’t take it ahahhaahhahahahahha not there ahahahahaha stop just fucking stop hahehehehreheeheheehehehehehe!” Amanda had never been tickled like this before. This was something out of one of her nightmares. Greg was not playfully probing her. Greg was maliciously digging into her rib cage to cause it to explode through the back of her throat in mindless desperate laughter. Greg was violently raking his teeth over her wriggling soles and flexing toes with terrifying precision and a perfectly light touch.
The Taskmaster was maximizing her ‘tickle zones’ to a point Amanda didn’t think possible, and it scared her to no end. With every passing second the only thing that she could think about was how big Greg was and that she had no chance of defending herself. This would go on as long as he wanted it to go on. The hammers of fear went coursing through her temples and washing over her in warm baths of desperate terror. Every plea that went unanswered was just another life line taken away from her as she sank deeper and deeper into the abyss of her purest pure dread.
“Stop please hahahahahahahahahahaha just fucking stop just fucking stop hehaheahehaehaehhe” There was something about Amanda’s cursing that sent the Taskmaster ablaze. She was normally a picture of such suburban class. She tended her garden, took her kids to soccer practice, she made dinner, etc. Seeing her reduced to a cursing screaming thrashing hysterically laughing mess made The Taskmaster drunk with insane lust. He knew that he had the power to take her mask off and get to the fiery passions of fear and despair that coursed through her very core.
As suddenly as the vicious assault started it paused. Greg pulled her torso over his lap and bent down to whisper in his wife’s ears. He pinned her arms high above her head with his strong hands. She was trapped under him and she knew it. Amanda hated him. Amanda hated everything about him. She hated the way he made her feel. She really hated that there was nothing in the world that she could do to stop him. She hated herself for being so afraid of him.
“You have such a dirty little mouth for such a pretty little pet. I am going to have to teach you some manners, darling.” The Taskmaster relished finally being able to kiss his slave girl with his own lips. He has had to watch someone else have all his fun for far too long. He hungrily nibbled at her neck and kissed her on the cheek as he tormented her with his cold words.
Amanda knew who this man was but she didn’t. She knew it was Greg, but it didn’t feel like the husband she knew. He kissed her passionately but not lovingly exactly. It was more like he was taking and not sharing. The sensation made her skin crawl the likes of which she could not fully comprehend. Right now she did not want Greg to touch her. She did not want to be near him at all, but she had no place to go. She had to just lay there pinned under his body weight and sulk in her own puddle of fear.
“Greg… please stoppp… you’re scaring me…” Amanda whimpered almost to the point of a sob. She has never been this afraid of her husband. She felt completely and utterly powerless and at his mercy.
The Taskmaster delighted in the arousal of her deepest fears. He didn’t want to rush away this moment in which he would take the virginity of her sweetest horrors. “Ohhhhhhh is the little baby scared…? Am I scaring you Amanda?” Greg pressed his hardness against her bared bottom. Amanda let out a horrified gasp “This is what it does to me when I scare you Amanda…!” She couldn’t believe that her husband was getting so aroused from doing this to her. What had come over him?
Greg’s icy words did nothing to help ease her discomfort. The emotions bouncing around in Amanda’s mind were twisted into a net. She couldn’t tell exactly what she was feeling. The one thing that she knew was that she didn’t like it. The feelings all had one thing in common, utter unadulterated fear.
“Do you have any idea what I am going to do to you Amanda?” The Taskmaster’s voice told Amanda what she needed to know. He was taking his time. The Taskmaster wanted her to be in complete and utter terror the entire time. He wanted to make her feel more dread and despair than she had ever felt before. He was doing this because it fed the darkness deep inside him. A darkness hat she feared she was going to have to endure until it had its fill of her deranged screams.
“Please don’t Greg please… I am so scared Greg… please don’t do this… not like this… I can’t take it Greg… I don’t like it…” Amanda could hide her emotions no more. There was no guard, no teasing façade, and no smart comment. There was just fear. Her voice was literally quivering with anxiety and apprehension.
“Oh well that’s too bad Slave girl… I like it… That’s all that matters…I’m going to tie you up in your favorite position, Slave girl… I am going to tie you spread out on the bed… just like an eagle… then I am going to blindfold you so you can’t see me… then I am going to torture every inch of your body, Slave girl… Don’t worry though… I know how sensitive your quads are when they are stretched tight in a line like that… I am going to save them for last… I am going to tickle them worse than I have ever tickled them before pet… I am going to make this the worst torture that you have ever been through in your entire life and I don’t give a shit how it makes you feel…. You know why? Because it makes my dick hard, Slave. Right now that is all I am doing this for… I want to torture you because I get off on seeing you scared out of your Fucking mind…” The Taskmaster loved the sensation of seeing his words sink into Amanda’s skull. He had waited so long. She had been spared by his alter ego so many times. Now he was gone and now the demon that was locked inside is the only thing left. He was summoned by the teasing of the very helpless little tickle slave quivering and writhing beneath him…
Amanda could only start to gently sob down into the pillow. The sea of dreaded emotions leaked from her teary eyes to stain casing of the soft material. She was so terrified. She had no idea what lay in store for her… “Master please?” She deduced that she was dealing with Greg’s most sadistic side. This was her last ditch effort. It had to work.
Greg bent down and lovingly comforted his wife. He wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her more lovingly on the neck and earlobes than he ever had in her entire life. He made the loving “shhhhhhhhhh” sound to quiet her emotions. He rubbed the tension from her shoulders and held her so tightly. He lightly brought his lips to her ear… “There there honey. It’s okay now… it’s okay… it’s almost over…”
“Oh God thank you Greg… I was so…” Her temporary glimmer of hope was cut far to short by the realization of Greg’s intentions.
“Don’t worry… I promise you… It will be much worse than what you are thinking of…. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my naughty little FUCKING tease of a slave girl now would I? What kind of a monster do you think it am? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahah” The Taskmaster had just achieved perfection. He had only been free for a few minutes and he already mimicked Greg’s mannerisms to perfection. He was now free to put his servant’s emotions on his personal yo yo for his enjoyment and his alone… not even hers.
Amanda was lost. She felt as if she was hanging over a pit and the final string had just been cut. The Taskmaster’s demented laughter haunted her to no end. She did everything within her power to get free. She knew it would fail but she had to try. She started kicking wildly, screaming at the top of her lungs and flailing her arms like a mad woman. This was all greeted by not only futility of her actions, but the fact that they were only arousing The Taskmaster even more.
“I hate you I fucking hate you, I swear to god I fucking hate you… let me go… I said fucking let me go… god damn it let me go please let me go…” Amanda was sobbing freely now. The fear had consumed her entirely. There was nothing left but the fear and a slight ray of hope. The hope was that somewhere deep inside this thing on top of her that her husband still existed. The sad truth was that in reality this was her husband. He was just finally brave enough to take off his mask…
“That’s it honey… let it all go… you have been holding this back from me for our entire marriage… let it all go… what you don’t let me have.. I promise I am going to take it from you… SLOWLY…” The Taskmaster took his slave girl over his shoulder kicking and screaming.
The Taskmaster was so happy that Amanda had finally broken through to her real feelings. He felt so proud of himself. She banged her fists into his back. She cursed him. She called him names. She cried onto the back of his shirt. She screamed at the top of her lungs. It was all music to the Taskmaster’s ears. Finally she was letting go. He had helped her stop hiding. Maybe she would even thank him later… if she could speak…!
The Taskmaster threw the slave girl down onto the bed. Amanda was still screaming and cursing and begging for mercy. It was so cute. He always loved this part of her but today it was so genuine. It was like the first smell of flowers in the spring, or the first kiss of air off the morning sea. Her thrashing was perfect. She was really trying to get away from him. She was desperately trying to keep her limbs from being pinned down. Her gyrations were like a sweet ballet of desperation. Next time he would definitely have to tape record this. She sees the leather straps tied to the four posts of the bed. She looks so scared. If she only knew… He pressed himself across her mid section that was still bare from their little GAME. His slave was so gullible.
He inched the pants down her kicking legs. Didn’t she realize she was helping him? Silly girl! Before even The Taskmaster knew it her pants were off. He took in the sight of her bare legs kicking wildly. It made his heart melt. She wasn’t holding back any of her reactions. She was so unselfish (or maybe just helpless).
He could see her freshly pedicured feet. The things he was going to do to them. She had been teasing him with them all day and now it was his turn to torture them. He pinned her arms over her head and started inching her shirt up her torso. She was so helpless there he had to increase her discomfort. Every inch of flesh that was bared was met with a server tickling. He massaged her hips wickedly. The vicious gyrations of her body fighting the unbearable sensations were like a full body massage from a spa to The Taskmaster. He could tell form the look in her eyes that she couldn’t take it. That was good. Reactions are always purest beyond a person’s limits he thought to himself.
“Ohhhhhhhh god not there ahahhaahahahahahahhahha please Greg don’t hahahahahahahahahah tickle me ahahahahahahahahahhaha I can’t take it ahhaahhahaha I can’t fucking take it hahahahahahahahaha!” Her desperation was beginning to get to him. The throbbing between his legs was becoming more and more present as her helplessness ran through him. He was the true sadist. The more his victim suffered the more sexually aroused he became.
Amanda could tell that he was drunk with lust. She could see the way that he was looking at her. It was like he was in a trance. He heard what she was saying but she didn’t think he was listening. He was too transfixed on making sure that every nerve in her entire body was tormented past her breaking point. When he got to her hollows it was all over. Her shirt was over her head and her nipples were unfortunately still erect and on display. She hated the fact that he could see her arousal. She had never been uncomfortable being naked in front of Greg before, but tonight was different. She wanted to be fully clothed and as far away from him as possible. The tension between what she wanted and what was happening manifested itself in the form of absolute terror and it was written all across her face.
The Taskmaster threw Amanda’s shirt aside. Now she lay naked before him. He held her arms above her head and he just sat there admiring his prize. She couldn’t bear to look at him. He was The Taskmaster. Before him, she rightly trembled. Her refusal to look him in the eye validated his awesome power.
He increased her discomfort exponentially when he licked from the side of her breasts all the way up to her cheek. Amanda had loved the touch of his tongue on her bare skin so much, but now it just felt disgusting. She wanted more than anything to break free and get away but there was no where to go and no where to save her. The Taskmaster has his precious morsel right where he wants her. There is nothing that anyone can do to stop him now.
“Don’t worry slave... I haven’t forgotten how much you love to be tied spread eagle… I thought that for our first real night together I would start with your favorite… you see how generous I am… hahahahahaha!” The Taskmaster knew that was a phobia of hers. Making her deal with her worst fears is what he lives for. He wants to see that panic grip every fiber of her being and not be able to go anywhere.
He takes both of her arms over to the top right hand corner of the bed forcefully. He is so strong and she is so tiny. He could literally tie her against her will with one hand behind his back. This is what Amanda used to love so much about Greg. Now it was the source of her deepest hatred. He leaned his entire body weight on every part of Amanda, but her left arm that he pinned next to the post of the bed. He just hummed to himself while she screamed. He took his time tying a very tight knot with the leather strap. He didn’t want his poor little slave girl getting loose and spoiling his fun.
“Don’t tie me up like this Greg…. Please don’t do it…. Please you know what it will do to me… you’re fucking scaring me… stop it right now… you’re fucking scaring me… I mean it… this isn’t a fucking joke Greg… Stop it right now… I can’t take this… I promise I’ll do anything… please just stop okay… stop…!” She was being honest. She was broken down to her most basic feelings. The Taskmaster loved to hear her desperate requests. He wasn’t listening though. Not tonight. He had plans for this one.
“Silly little slave girl… I have already shown you what it feels like to know that I inspire such great fear in you!” Just then Amanda became even more aware of the growing inside Greg’s pants. Why did she have to be such a tease? What got into her today? She had never felt like that or like this before in her life. What was it? Deep down Amanda wished that this whole day would just go away.
After The Taskmaster secured all of Amanda’s limbs to the bed, he stepped off to watch her struggle desperately. She was tied perfectly spread eagle to the four corners of their bed. Every muscle was stretched out as tight as possible. She could not move an inch. She grabbed a hold of the leather straps and pulled for all she was worth. The Taskmaster just chuckled to himself. She was going to tire herself out way too fast like that. He didn’t say anything. This was going to be a night of lessons and he figured that he could just add that one to the list. He stripped off his shirt pants and underwear. He wanted to feel the cool air of the room kiss every inch of his skin while he consummated his utter dominance with his helpless bride. She looked so beautiful and so defenseless. As he was undressing the soundtrack of her unbridled emotions was delicious. It hade his manhood throb with excitement.
“Why are you doing this to me Greg…? I am sorry… I swear to God I’m sorry… Just tell me what I did… whatever it is I promise that I am sorry… I will never do it again… please I am sorry… please just let me go… Just FUCKING LET ME GOOO PLEASE…” Amanda’s demented pleas descended into hysterical screaming rather quickly. It made the demon before her pulse with excitement. He crawled onto the bed next to her wearing his mock Greg facade…
“Don’t worry sweetie… I know how tough this is for you… I understand…” He kissed her lightly on the forehead…
“Does that mean that you are going to let me go baby?” Amanda looked up at him with all the hope in the world.
“No… it just means that I am not going to make you watch me destroy every nerve in your body… SWEEETHEART hahahahahahaha!” Amanda swore that The Taskmaster’s demented laughter was the worst part. He waited for just this moment to put the blindfold over her eyes. Now she couldn’t even see the horrible things that he was planning to do to her. The uncertainty only added to the anticipation. The blindfold was only on for a few second before it was lightly dampened with the first of what would prove to be many tears of fear, anxiety, despair, and…
To be continued…
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We all hide things inside of ourselves. Even in the most imtimate of circumstances there are always parts of ourselves, corrupt thoughts or carnal fantasies, that are strangers to the concious world. We bury this darkness in our infinite depths because it is our Greatest Fear that these perverse desires will consume the ones we love in the wake of their ominous turbulance. We hold on with all that we have to try as we might to keep our darkest recessese locked away in our subconcious. With the next chapter I ask this question: What happens when we let go? For my attempt at that very answer, I would like to cordially invite you... TO MY DYSFUNCTION,
The Shore: Awakening (Giving all first timers a chance to catch up, for everyone looking just for Part III scroll down.)
In the interest of fitting in we often try to change or block out big parts of ourselves to conform to another person or societies expectations. Sometimes, the only way to rediscover those parts of yourself that we leave behind is to take time together as a couple away from those external influences that you can work on being honest, open, and appealing to each other-not the people in your circle. Very few venues on the planet earth offer the same romantic seclusion, as the New Jersey Shore.
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“Boundary: a border that encloses a space or abstract concept.
Rule: A principal or regulation governing conduct, action, procedure, or arrangement.
Safety: the sate of being safe; freedom from the occurrence of loss or danger.
For ‘normal people’ these are simple definitions. Not everyone is ‘normal’. There are some people who eroticize fear, having their rules and boundaries forcibly stripped from them, and being allowed to exist in a weightless world with no illusion of safety. For them, real pleasure only begins when all their fences are taken down. That’s how they let people in.
The world calls these people ‘Masochists’, not me. I just call these people ‘special’. It’s a gift to be able to derive pleasure from having your illusions of control taken away from you. The hard part is to understand which set of rules and boundaries are the illusion for these ‘special’ people. Which ones are there to keep us truly safe? Which ones just add an erotic hint of taboo to our darkest fantasies?
Most ‘special’ people don’t even know the full answers to these questions. Even for the ones that do, the confessions of the masochistic mind are wrapped in the blanket of a lie that it wants forcibly exposed. Only when the illusion of control is taken away (often against their conscious will) can the true flower of pleasure seek light of deepest indulgence. The duality of the conscious protest and the intense subconscious desire is what makes these people so ‘special’. It takes a very committed partner to even take the time to understand and transport you to this ‘special’ world of pleasure.”
The birth of a new morning on the New Jersey shore is an awe inspiring event for even the most casual passer by. It holds even more meaning for Greg and Amanda. They are usually a tad bit too busy to see it first hand, but the orange yellow light pouring through their bedroom window is always a welcome accent to their tangled sheets and entwined bodies. The absence of children knocking on the door, and the ever present desire of the previous nights adventures always make waking up an interesting experience on their romantic get-away.
The morning of their second day together had been no different. There was something warm and intimate about making love when part of you is still tired. The mind is less active and you are free to focus on the warmth of your lover’s body, the gentle massage of tangled hair against bare skin, and the moist warmth of deepest union.
One of the most amazing aspects of their intimate escape was the time that Amanda and Greg could spend just holding and cuddling each other with no where to be. After greeting the rising sun with earthy moans and gentle screams of pleasure they loved nothing more than to just take long baths together. Even the warm water was no match for the intense passion burning between their two merging hearts.
Amanda was sitting on Greg’s lap in their expansive whirl pool bath tub. She was enjoying one of what would prove to be many thorough massages. Amanda always loved the way that Greg showered affection on her so selflessly. It always made her feel so beautiful and wanted. He loved nothing more in the world than to let her know how special she was and that his universe could not exist without her. He loved to feel her soft skin atop him during their baths together. Greg adored the gentle way that Amanda cooed and moaned in approval.
Greg’s strong hands always had the duplicitous effect of relaxing her muscles and making her feel so alive. She couldn’t help but shift in cooperation to let his knowing hands wander about her smooth skin freely. He made sure to remove every knot of tension. After last night and this morning there weren’t many left, but he was content at the feeling of his young wife’s supple skin and tone muscles yielding to him as she emitted her sensual audible form of encouragement. In addition to his strong hands, he always made sure that his warm mouth, tongue, and subtly nibbling teeth were not strangers to her soft neck, cheek, and sensitive ear lobes. He loved to make her shiver as his warm breath *tickled* her ear drums while he whispered sweet nothings in her ears. She was so cute when she would scrunch her nose and squeal with every probe and nibble. Making his wife happy was Greg’s greatest thrill.
As any true *tickle* enthusiast, Greg would make sure to add in a few playful pokes and prods. In the early morning he was always just took pleasure in the subtle way that her body would stir, she would squeal, giggle, and just utter the sweet words, “Hehhe that *tickles.*” Amanda always found ways to accidentally squirm closer to him and make it easier for his wondering fingers to find *ticklish* targets.
Washing Amanda’s feet was something Greg always looked forward to. She would always turn to face him and raise her feet almost aristocratically to him to be “thoroughly” cleaned. 99% of the time her feet were already without flaw but he always took a special amount of time, just to make sure!
Greg had always had a fascination with women’s feet, but with Amanda it went to an all new level. Amanda’s cute tiny size 6 ½ feet were a work of art. Her toes were always well taken care. Greg made sure to administer very regular pedicures on Amanda’s tickly toes. . Her feet were so soft that it was a wonder that she ever walked on them. His fingers would truly melt into the supple skin of her buttery soles. Her toes were the perfect length. Her arches were high and well defined. Her heels and the balls of her feet were always the most delicate shade of pink.
They physical perfection of Amanda’s feet was only part of the equation. Amanda was the most indulgent in his passion for her feet that Greg had ever encountered. She truly derived greater self esteem from the way that he would obsess over her sensitive little feet. He could see the effect that it had on her in her hazel eyes. He could see how much it excited her to raise her wrinkly sole to his waiting lips. She would at first point them at him as a noble receiving service only to splay and spread them apart as they both loved the way she invited his tongue to every deep crevice of her soft toes. Amanda always made sure that her pretty feet were buttery soft, that he could see her perfect toes in lots of tantalizing shoes, and relished his passionate worship of her perfect peds.
It wasn’t much of a chore for Amanda. There was something about the way he stared at them, the way he held them, the way he soothingly massaged them, the way his warm mouth and rough tongue felt on them, the way his teeth tantalized them and obviously how mercilessly Greg would *Tickle* them. It made her feel like a Princess with a loyal foot servant. She still had trouble believing that he actually took the time to learn how to give her professional foot pedicures at home. She coveted their special time together with her precious feet as a special treasure.
Greg and Amanda’s time at Point Pleasant was always just a series of games. For them the time thee was just a steady flow of foreplay and then indulgence. There was very rarely if ever an actual pause to their seductive teasing. After they pried themselves out of their tub it was always a game to see who could appear the least excited while toweling off their partner. This was one of the few games that Greg always lost. He was not one to hide his intentions. He let his devilish plans be known in the way that he gazed up and down his wife’s naked body. Greg always made sure he *accidentally* toweled her off too lightly in one of her more sensitive areas or too firmly on her quivering thighs. The subtle giggles and squirming only got Greg ready for another day of endlessly tickling his poor wife while she was tightly bound to their bed with no way to stop his tantalizing torment. He was glad that there were no neighbors to hear his poor helpless wife’s screams for mercy from her ruthless *tickle treatment.* There would be no one to save her from his sadistic wrath this weekend, or at least so he thought…
Greg’s favorite game was lathering lotion all over Amanda’s sensitive body after their morning bath. There is nothing like playful *spanking* mixed in with a ticklish massage. This little game was better than even the strongest coffee. Greg carried Amanda over to the bed and set her down gently. Like a good little girl she rolled over onto her stomach, pulled up a pillow, and rested her slim arms under her head as her flowing hair draped over her shoulders. Greg was still taken back by the perfection of her light olive skin.
“Now remember, Amanda. You have to hold still no matter WHAT!” Greg loved to build the anticipation. He wants every nerve in Amanda’s body to be on alert to every drop of lotion that he thoroughly massages into her warm soft skin.
“Hehe I’ll try sweetie.” Truth be told, this was a very hard game for Amanda. It was always a challenge to both loose on purpose and not appear to be too obvious. She did however take great pleasure in squeezing together her thighs and raising her firm behind slightly to remind her husband of his prize for tantalizing her.
“You know what happens if you don’t right?” It was a question Greg already knew the answer to and it only made it more fun. To make matters worse he was lightly trailing his fingertips over Amanda’s sensitive buns and the backs of her thighs. She had to fight hard not to just start moaning in approval already. After all, it’s still early. Feeling Greg straddle her bare thighs and behind did not help one bit.
“Hehe Yesssssss! hehe” Greg loved to see his cute wife giggle nervously and her firm body tremble. It sent little electric waves through his entire body knowing that he gave her such joy. Her wide grin of approval was always such a welcome sight. It made him feel like the man that he always wanted to be.
“Here it comes! I hope you’re ready Amanda!” Greg squeezed a healthy portion of his cucumber melon scented lotion into his strong hands and rubbed it in audibly. He could see Amanda begin to nibble her bottom lip in anticipation.
“Ohhhhh,” was all that Amanda could say. Greg’s wicked fingertips first made contact with her sensitive lower back. The contrast of the warm bath and bubbles to the slightly chilled lotion made her skin quiver and her muscles tighten deliciously. Greg never really applied enough pressure to get rid of all the *tickly* sensations, but Amanda could tell that he was not going in for the kill yet. She loved the way that he would always take his time to build her anticipation so that her plunge into hilarity would be much more dramatic.
Thankfully she was allowed to giggle for this exercise. Otherwise she would be in real trouble. Greg let every nervous titter sink into his heart and relished the power that he had over his wife’s perfect body. Even though she was allowed to laugh, it was part of Amanda’s fun to mount a futile effort to hold in her subtle stream of flirtatious giggles. Greg adored hearing the mix of her heightened breathing, the way she held her breath, and the giggling despite herself that his cruel touch was producing. The best part was seeing her eyes closed tightly shut as she let the delightfully torturous sensations consume her trying *desperately* to hold perfectly still.
“This isn’t bothering you, is it?” Greg was the eternal tease.
“Uhhhh uhhhh!” Amanda’s playful lying was good for all occasions. Her casual encouragements only emboldened Greg further.
“Ohh well that’s good, Honey. This shouldn’t bother you either then…” Greg then began to lightly massage the lotion onto Amanda’s sensitive hips. He loved the feeling of her smooth skin yielding to his wicked hands. He was thrilled at the sight of his Wife’s cute buns stirring in response to his new caress. He loved the sensation of her muscles tightening in the palm oh his hands and watching her start to grip the pillow oh so tightly. He loved the fact that she couldn’t stand this. “What’s wrong sweetie?” Amanda’s abbreviated giggles are as sweet as honey. Greg could neither hide evidence of his enjoyment from the sinister tone in his voice, nor hide the devious grin creeping across his lips.
“Hehehehe Nothing!” Amanda was breathing in heavily trying to quell her giggling as all the muscles in her mid section were at full attention with the evil teasing. She absolutely loved every second of her malicious massages. It was just enough to tickle but not enough to break her. What a lascivious limbo.
Just as she was beginning to get used to the sensation, Greg gave her hips a devilish squeeze. She let out a desperate squeal and jerked forward slightly. This was met with a swift swat to her waiting behind. It sent a delicious stinging jolt of electricity right between her thighs. This was going to be a long day.
“I told you to keep still Amanda. We haven’t even gotten to the hard part yet...” Greg firmly massaged the cheek that he had just corrected as he further taunted his beautiful bride.
“Hehe I’m trying, you’re no fair!” Amanda’s erect nipples pulsed deliciously as the fact that she had no chance of winning pounded in her temples and sank deep within her warming thighs. Greg applied more of his lotion and kept moving his knowing hands to their next target. Amanda hated the fact that all she could do was to moan in approval as his hands searched higher and higher on her smooth sensitive back. Amanda had a death grip on her pillow and her giggles were flowing out like water. Greg felt like the king of the entire galaxy watching his wife react delicately to his light caressing and deliberate massaging.
Every time that Greg would lightly trace the very tips of his fingers along her smooth back she would gasp or giggle in response as her body jerked this way or that. To her great joy this was always met with another playful spank to her firm behind. After all, *pink* was one of her favorite colors. The light smacking sound made Greg’s blood boil almost as much as the writhing of the giggling goddess beneath him.
For Amanda, the concept of Punishment just slammed home in her sense of arousal. There was something about the contrast of apparent domesticity and the utter feeling of being NAUGHTY. She relished her playfully electric penalty. The light tickly sensations were already making her a bit dizzy. The playful spanks that she was receiving made her arch her back in approval and made her nipples pound a little bit more to life with every purposeful pat.
Greg leaned in very closely to whisper into Amanda’s ear. “Now it’s time to massage your ribs Amanda!” Greg knew full well what those words would do to her. He took great pleasure in watching those well placed words reach the very depths of his wifes dazed psyche.
“Ohhh no not the ribs Greg please, you know I can’t take the ribs…” For some reason the illusion of there play being against Amanda’s will always added a little extra ‘something.’ She loved knowing that her playful begging only spurred her lustful lover on to new heights.
“That’s too bad Amanda, we have to lotion you up everywhere don’t we?” Greg could not stand the idea of not being thorough!
“I guess so, hehe but you’re not going to tickle on purpose are you? You’re going to give me a chance right?” She looked up at him so innocently with her hazel eyes. It almost melted his heart... almost.
“Of course I will sweetie. I always give you a chance don’t I?” Amanda could hear the evil smirk on his face in his teasing words.
“Oh God…” Her suspicions were confirmed when Greg repositioned himself on the bed next to her. He rolled to her left side leaving her right side uncovered. He pinned her right arm next to her head with his left arm (elbow about at Amanda’s mid forearm). He then wrapped his legs around Amanda’s bare thighs trapping her quite effectively. He made sure that his left hand had plenty of chilled lotion on it. He placed his right hand firmly on Amanda’s quivering buns. He knew that his right hand would be busy.
“Are you ready?” He accentuated her predicament by tracing a single finger on the delicious skin of her behind.
“Noooooooooooooooo!” Amanda just moaned in protest.
“Awwwwww that’s too bad sweetie! Just remember to stay still, Amanda hehehe!” Amanda could hear the malice in Greg’s voice and she loved it. Greg knew that this was one of Amanda’s worst areas. Greg let his fingertips lightly wonder along the skin of her side and increase pressure slightly. Amanda’s muscles began to flinch involuntarily at Greg’s lightly *ticklish* assault immediately. Greg just sat and thought to himself how awful this must be for poor little Amanda as she was helplessly trapped under his body weight.
As he began increasing pressure with his left hand Amanda started slithering under him like a snake. He knew that she would not be able to get comfortable with this new massaging and he loved watching her sensual discomfort. She was trapped with no where to go and no way to alleviate the light tickles that he was forcing on her protruding ribcage.
As penalty for her slithering he adopted a more continuous spanking of his naughty wife. This only added to Amanda’s dismay because it contributed greatly to the renewed moistening of her sensitive womanhood. She was already painfully aware of the blood flow back to her throbbing nipples. That sea air, she will have to find a way to take it with her. Every time that Greg’s hand would hit home and temporarily disrupt the tickly sensations, Amanda’s moans of arousal would get just a little deeper and more desperate.
Then without warning Greg’s hands began clawing and massaging into the hollows of Amanda’s ribs and probing the spaces between them. The results were devastating. Amanda started bucking like a wild animal. Greg Absolutely loved to see the genuine desperation in his beautiful Wife.
Amanda started coiling up and stretching out like an accordion in a vein effort to rid herself of the ruthless torment on her right set of ribs. She could not even pull her arm down to protect herself. The feeling of helplessness was intoxicating, perfectly accentuated with a light sense of betrayal, and punctuated delightfully with her continual playful spanking.
“Hehehehehehehe Greg.heheheh *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh* ehehehee please stop hehehe *ohhhhhhh* hehehehee not the ribs hehehe *ohhhhhhhhhhh* heeheheheeh you can’t get my ribs like this hehe *ohhhhhhhhhhhh* hehehehehe oh god please stop Greg, please stop *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* heheheheheheheheheeh you promised hehehehehehehehe *oohhhhhhhh!*” All Amanda could do was scream and beg for the mindless rib tickling to stop. Amanda loved it when Greg was bad. It made everything all the more exciting when he didn’t have her permission to tease her like this (little did she know how deep the rabbit hole was). For Greg the spectacle was intoxicating.
“But honey, we have to get you all lotioned up. Now hold still, this might tickle a little!” Amanda’s screaming laughing and begging mixed with her sultry grunts from her spanking were making Greg dizzy. The sheer pleasure of punishing his naughty house wife in such a romantic venue almost felt wrong… almost. The audacity of Greg’s words really hit home with Amanda and Greg could read her like a book. He could already see the subtle grinding into the mattress. He relished the fact that this was going to be a very long week.
After making sure that Amanda’s ribs and sides were VERY well lotioned, Greg finally stopped his evil assault. Amanda was left pleasantly gasping into the pillow with her fires of passion burning a new. She feared that her surplus of endorphins might have some long term damage but right now she really didn’t care.
“See; was that so bad, sweetie?” Greg playfully pushed the hair away from her face and kissed her lovingly on the neck and cheek as she recovered from the furious torment.
“Hehe Yessss!” Amanda’s playful tittering was music to Greg’s ear. He loved nothing more than to hear her happy.
“Well that’s too bad Amanda. Remember, we still have to get the other side to do!” The evil in Greg’s voice could be heard a mile away.
All Amanda could do was inhale sharply in mock surprise. She was very flattered that Greg was being particularly naughty this morning! (Although she feared their morning bath would have to be augmented with a late morning shower as the first drops of lustful dew formed on her warming thighs.)
Amanda felt Greg shift over to the other side of her body, still holding her tightly. She was still sensually bound in his strong embrace and there was no place on earth that she would rather be than right there unable to stop him from his mindless tradecraft.
“Ohhhh please baby… I am too ticklish right now. Please, you know that I can’t take it on my poor ribs. Please don’t tickle me right now Greg. You know that I won’t be able to take it!” Amanda’s mouth said one thing but her eyes and Lips said another.
Greg just bent his head down to nibble on her ear lobes and let his warm breath kiss her ears with news of her impending demise. “Mmmmmmmmmm you promise?”
“Noooooooooooooo stop Greg Stoppppppp” All that Amanda could do was scream in helpless abandon as Greg went about his ruthless task. This time there was no preamble. Greg just let his lotioned hand slide freely up his wife’s defenseless side and he was rewarded with the desperate thrashing that he so craved. Every ounce of energy that she expended trying to get away from him was absorbed in the strong muscles that bound her. Feeling every fiber of her twitch and then relax with each stinging spank of her behind made him feel like a demented puppeteer driving his helpless wife further on the road to ecstasy.
Greg made sure that the other side of Amanda’s rib cage was thoroughly moisturized. He made sure that despite her desperate wigging to get down into every crevice between her pouting ribs and to gently massage her supple skin against the quivering rib bones themselves. Amanda’s desperate pleas for Greg to stop coupled with her demented laughter were reward enough for Greg’s efforts.
Feeling Amanda’s toned thighs writhing maddeningly against him only to stiffen suddenly with each welcome slap to her pinking buns reminded Greg of all the delicious gyrations that were to come that evening. Greg was already very eager to have his beautiful wife all tied up and helpless to stop him from his maniacal tickle torture. He promised himself that she would laugh, scream, and beg much louder than his subtle teasing was provoking now in their cute little game. The sadist deep down within him couldn’t wait until he was completely free to push all of his poor slave girls limits farther than either of them had ever dared to dream (little did he know how deep the rabbit hole went).
Finally, satisfied that he had gotten to every square inch of Amanda’s rib cage Greg relented. “Seee, you’re doing so good honey.”
Amanda sighed deeply and shivered with another complimentary swat to her behind. “Uhhhhhhhh thank you master… You know Greg; I think you missed a spot…” Even in her darkest of hours, Amanda loved to provoke her evil husband.
“Oh I’m sorry dear. We can’t have that can WE?” Greg nuzzled his face right next to Amanda’s while he gave her another brief round of tickling on her ribs. “Is it right here………..? Or how about here? Maybe it’s over here?” Greg always made sure to compliment her gentle encouragement with cruel verbal teasing. What a pair they make.
Greg’s menacing verbal teasing only added to Amanda’s plight (much to her delight). “There hehehehehehehehee right there hehehhehehehe *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh* just a little bit harder hehehehehehehehehehehe okay *ohhhhhhhhhhhhh* okay you got it *ohhhhhhhhhhh* please just stopp hehehehehehhehehehe STOP *ohhhhhhhhhhh* Please oh god stop hehehehehehe!” It was a terribly kept secret that Amanda loved o get herself into trouble…
The mixture of the begging, laughing, and the moaning was almost too much for Greg to take. “Did I get the spot Amanda?”
“Oh God yes…..stop please stop Greg I can’t take it. Hehehehehehehehehehe” A small part of Amanda almost regretted inviting another attack… almost.
“I just want to make sure.” With that Greg straddled her quivering buns again and dug both hands into her terribly *ticklish* ribs.
Amanda went into even a higher level of desperation. Without warning Greg’s hands began to alternate between her ticklish ribs and her sensitive hollows. She brought her arms down and just collapsed into a ticklish ball with her husbands evil hands trapped UNDER her arms and no way of getting the terrible spider claws out. That didn’t stop her from grinding up against him in a vein attempt though. After all, a girl has got to try.
Amanda let out piercing shrieks of laughter. Greg loved seeing her like this. All she could do was laugh. With his strong grip and her slight frame she wasn’t going anywhere and the both of them knew that, especially poor little Amanda.
She just shut here eyes tightly and began shaking her head furiously up and down o try to signal Greg that he had finally gotten the spot that he had never really missed. The consequences of her actions were deliciously coursing through her body. Amanda REALLY loved getting herself into trouble.
“You got it, heheheheheheheheeh you got it heheheheheheheheheheheeh I promise, you got it hehehehahahahahahahahahaa oh please stop hehehahahahahahahaa I can’t take it please stop hahahaheheheha not under my arms hehahahahahahahahaah!” Amanda was quickly becoming breathless and her violent kicking and thrashing only served to invigorate Greg further. The only thing that stopped him honestly was the idea of preserving his poor beauty for the even more strenuous torments that he had planned.
At that thought he relented. Amanda just lay there blissfully with a huge smile on her face as the wash of endorphins took over her in bath even warmer than the one she had this morning.
“See, I’m thorough!” With that Greg put more lotion onto Amanda’s back, brushed her hair aside and set about a much more sensual massage of her shoulders. After all this was just the foreplay to the evening’s activities. Greg planned on giving their new chair a much more thorough field test. Greg chuckled lightly as he let the idea of Mark or Joshua catching their poor mommy all tied up in a tickle chair linger in his mind a minute. What they don’t know won’t hut them-no matter how much mommy screams.
“Mmmmmmmmmm that you are. And I love it hhehe awwwwww that feels so good.” Greg just let Amanda lie there in bliss for a few more moments. Her body always responded so well to him. She never really held anything back… at least he thought not. She just lay there moaning in approval of his gentle massage telling him how wonderful it felt and how much she loved him.
Now came the fun part. Amanda’s legs are her worst spots. The backs of her legs are the most fatal location on her entire body. They are so terrible that even as twisted as Amanda can be at times, she has never in her life allowed Greg to tie her faced down with the backs of her legs exposed and spread for anything. He is only Allowed to massage which tickles badly enough.
He is not Allowed to purposely squeeze her ham strings calves or the tendons on the back of her knee at all. The one time that he did was when they were still dating and he thought she was spending too much time with a male friend. That was the only time that he ever pinned down her legs and tickled the backs of them on purpose. The electric sensations were the worst that she had ever felt and even she could not take it. She made him promise never to do it again if he wanted to remain together.
A few weeks later having figured out the male friend was benign, Greg proposed and the fairy tale began. Greg never pushed this boundary before now and respected her firm rule with all his heart. The side effect was that this area of her body, being off limits, became an obsession for the sadistic Taskmaster deep inside Greg. Amanda’s legs were toned, curvy, and devoid of any flaw. Despite there perfection there were times Greg felt that there was someone else looking at the backs of his wife’s legs with white hot lust through his own eyes and it scared him to no end how good it felt. He relished every opportunity that he had like today to actually touch this mystical part of his Wife’s body.
Amanda didn’t do much to silence the beast inside him. Every time Greg approached this part of her body, Amanda’s entire manner would change. He could see the fear in her and that only made the man behind his eyes even more intoxicated. He tried his best to keep his thoughts his own but very often failed. Luckily, he was in better control of his actions (little did he know how deep the rabbit whole goes).
Still, feeling this forbidden flesh under his touch made that part deep down inside him burn with power. The late night fantasies of having his wife tied face down to a bondage table apologizing profusely for using the wrong fork at dinner, not opening the refrigerator properly, or for having such pretty feet while his hands were massaging and kneading her most sensitive tissue were always in the back of his mind when he got to touch her here. The thing he never understood was the inverse relationship. For some reason the more trivial the infraction he fantasized about the more severely and mindlessly he would torture her.
Amanda’s shortened breathing brought Greg clamoring back to reality. “Greg… Be careful!” Greg’s warm loving response soothed her to no end.
“You can TRUST me Amanda.” This didn’t end their little game, but it did let he know that her limits were respected. She braced herself against her pillow when she felt the first drops of lotion being dropped directly onto her bare legs. He may not be able to tickle her there, but he takes great pleasure in teasing them when he has the chance.
This was a loosing battle for Amanda when Greg first moved to the backs of her legs. This was an obsessive phobia for her. Being so defenseless all the time and having a weakness like this tends to make a girl a little paranoid. She could feel the fear mixing with the excitement as Greg’s hands gently rubbed her ham strings. She arched her back and presented her warming buns to Greg, because she knew that she was going to have to be punished thoroughly for moving too much under this terrible touch.
Just the mention of her bare legs was enough to set her squirming. That night a week before their engagement had haunted her worst nightmares ever since. The ex boy friends who used to take advantage of her before Greg had solidified it as a phobia even before that encounter.
Amanda trusted Greg. This subtle confrontation of her worst fear with a gentle massage and a few playful spanks really put her at ease. The sense of caring that she got from Greg was pushing her arousal to the brink. She was lucky to have found someone so loving. It takes a lot to be so sadistic and still maintain her boundaries. Just thinking of how special she must be to Greg for him to care that much made her clit throb and her nipples ache. She wiggled a little on purpose just so she could get a little bit more of her delicious punishment.
Then Greg had to massage her calves, Amanda’s worst ticklish area of all. Greg actually hurried past this area with the lotion. He likes to torment her but he knows what this area does to her. He regrets every second of the one night he used her worst fear against her. She cooed in approval as his knowing hands moved down past her ultra-sensitive claves to her ankles. Now it was Greg’s time to let go and have some real fun.
Greg bent Amanda’s toned legs at the knee so that he could play with her perfect feet and still reach her fetching behind if she was naughty and squirmed too much. Amanda just bit her lip in anticipation. She felt so good when Greg worshiped her feet. She knew that he was going to suckle and nibble her toes to no end, but she thought he deserved a reward for treating the backs of her sensitive legs so kindly. Deep down she knew that it killed him not to be able to destroy her the way the he knew he could. Amanda felt a delicious rush of shame run through her. She felt really guilty that a part of her loved the sheer power of being able to DENNY Greg something that he coveted so dearly. It made her feel confident, sexy, and alive. She hated the way that she showed them off only to not allow him to touch them. She was glad that Greg was going to be so mean to her feet. She needed to be thoroughly punished for abusing his genuine affection.
Greg nuzzled his face lovingly against her perfect feet. She flexed her toes rapidly in approval. Greg was just in awe of her cherry red toes flexing back and forth. He felt the rising between his thighs again. She knew what she was doing to him. She would point her sexy toes straight in the air, and then she would splay them out inviting his teeth and tongue to explore every tickly inch between them. She knew that his teeth would be BAD but not nearly bad enough. She knew she deserved far worse for the years of torment she put her loving husband through. To make matters worse she was subconsciously flexing and relaxing her calves and hamstrings to further Greg’s plight. She knew in her head that she deserved the entire naughty toe nibbling that he could dish out and then some.
“You have such beautiful feet honey… They are still just as perfect as the day that we met. And they look so delicious…” Greg’s voice was elevated with his excited breath. Amanda could hear the mounting arousal in Greg’s voice she was glad that she wasn’t the only one thoroughly enjoying their lusty wake up call. Hearing Greg’s excitement caused Amanda’s hips to gyrate more deliberately against the mattress as her hardening slick clit began to peak out again. She tried her best to hide it, but desperately hoped she would be caught.
“Awwwwww, thank you baby… They are a little cold though… I think they need another bath…” Amanda was such a tease. She would do almost anything if she knew that it would cause her loving husband sexual discomfort. She knew that he loved nothing more than to kiss and nibble her feet. She loved teasing him about it always bringing his manhood to attention. It made her feel sexually powerful to no end. It was almost a guilty feeling… almost. The shame of being so seductive only increased the pounding between her thighs.
Greg didn’t need to audibly respond. He was overcome with foot lust. He just took her spread toes into his mouth as she giggled in approval. She made sure to wiggle her toes invitingly in his mouth. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to stand still for long so she took the pillow under her breasts brushing deliciously over her aching nipples to help her fully arch her back and present her pink bottom for its much deserved PENALTY.
Amanda had made up her mind that she was going to put on a very seductive show for her loving Husband. It’s his fault for all that evil rib tickling. She flipped all of her hair to her back. She knew that the contrast of her dark hair and her light olive skin would drive Greg crazy as he licked and suckled her wiggling toes. She became to moan in approval quite loudly knowing that her sounds would produce an even bigger morning rising. She shifted her knees back as far as possible seeking the growth that she knew she was facilitating.
The tongue was the first companion to Greg’s full lips. His tongue traveled lightly over her twitching toes. Every delicious touch of Greg’s rough tongue sent electric Tickly shocks up the backs of her legs and slamming into her twitching slick mound. She giggled to herself as she felt Greg wrap his strong arms around her lightly squirming claves. She knew that Greg loved the idea of her not being able to go anywhere. She teasingly wiggled and scrunched the foot that Greg didn’t have in his mouth driving him mad with excitement. He was alternating as fast as he could between each perfect foot, but the other would always be tormenting him with teasing wiggling, pointing toes, spreading toes, and the scrunching of her soles.
Amanda was becoming dizzy. The feeling that she was getting from causing Greg so much excitement was almost too much to handle. She could hear him moaning as he gobbled her feet. She could here the sounds that he was making as he was sucking each toe. She could also feel the passion with which he was licking every square inch of her wiggling toes in his mouth. She was giggling and squealing devilishly as she let the sensations wash over her. She felt so sexy. Greg loved her so much. She loved him so much. The fact that he found her so irresistible only made her want to tease him even further.
Then the nibbling started. First it was light and playful. It was almost as though he accidentally ran his teeth on the pads of her buttery soft toes. She would squeal or giggle suddenly and her legs would twitch. Much to her delight, every time that Amanda squirmed in the least degree she would receive another delicious slap on her twitching ass and she couldn’t get enough of it. Now with Greg fully in her trance she would emit a lewd grunt very loudly in approval every time she was spanked to accentuate how much she was enjoying herself.
“Heheheheheheheheheh *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* *mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm* Was I a bad girl Greg?” She was such a tease. She knew that her words would strike deeply within him. She knew what was coming next. Greg took a firm grip of her ankles and put his evil teeth to work. She was going no where, and that is exactly how she liked it.
Greg’s only response was the deliberate raking of his sharp teeth lightly over Amanda’s quivering ticklish toes. She couldn’t take it. She just let out screaming peals of laughter.
“Oooooohhhh godddddd, please no nibbling Greg. Please no nibbling….hahahahahahahahahhhahahaha *ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* I can’t take it*ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh* please hahahahahaha.” Ignoring Amanda’s helpless pleas for mercy was Greg’s favorite right of marriage (little did he know how deep the rabbit whole was) aside from sole access to her quivering perfection. She was screaming deliciously at the top of her lungs and begging Greg to stop at every turn. Her pleas were met with more and more nibbling.
Greg’s nibbles only increased in pace, speed, and intensity. Poor Amanda just buried her head into her hands and thrashed from side to side. Her poor bottom was getting the discipline that she truly deserved for being such an unconscionable tease. Her moans of pleasure only served as a seasoning for her desperate screams of mercy. Both of them mixed together for a cocktail of sheer arousal for poor Greg who feared if Amanda kept this up that his poor temples were going to burst. All she could do was continually suck in air to tell him how evil he was, how much it tickled to have her toes nibbled, how she couldn’t take it, and how he had to stop this very instant. All he could do was keep nibbling and sucking on her poor toes and make sure that she was properly Corrected for all her incessant squirming.
Finally Greg had his fill for the moment of her squirming toes and he relented. Amanda’s eyes were teary, her bottom was bright pink, her nipples were pulsing, and her glistening flower was in full bloom. Greg could hear from the tone of her breathing that his poor little housewife was becoming very aroused again. There may be some men who would complain about having a wife bordering so close on sensual insatiability, but Greg was not one of them.
“Ohhhhh my God…. You are soooooooo mean, Greg…. I love you hehehe!” Amanda couldn’t get enough of his demented affections. When he took the time to torment her she always felt so special.
“I love you too sweet heart. Don’t worry. I am going to massage all the evil tickles away okay.” With that Greg put Amanda’s perfect feet in his lap and set about massaging them firmly. She just sat there and moaned her approval as he kneaded away at her perfect feet.
“Awwwwwwwww, thank you Master!” Those had to be three of Greg’s favorite words. As his hands were massaging the perfect soles in front of him, he could not help but look up and survey the vision before him. Amanda had a delicate layer of perspiration shining on her perfect skin. Her perfect buns were so inviting, her back rose and fell as she breathed, her hair perfectly complimented her olive complexion, and those legs. He couldn’t get them out of his head for some reason. He always wondered what feathers would do to them. He always thought that would be a nice precursor to the madness of malicious massage. Ohhhhhh the screams….
15 minutes later (after his imaginary wife had passed out several times) Greg snapped back to reality and realized that it was probably time to turn his wife over and finish what he had started. She was not complaining however. She loved the caring attention that he always gave her feet. The foot massage had her in a deep state of relaxation even as her arousal kept climbing and climbing.
“Time to do the front now sweetie, roll over for me…”
“I need some help, I’m too tired…” This was as bold faced as lies get. Amanda was perfectly capable; she just liked feeling like a helpless rag doll in Greg’s strong arms. He put one arm under he slim torso and with one motion Amanda was on her back staring up at him. Her eyes shot very wide with his display of brute strength. Every fiber in her being loved to be man handled. “Thank you huhhh!” Amanda’s deep inhale was evidence enough of her excitement.
Now the game changes. No more spanking. Now Greg gets to have free reign over her most erogenous zones and it is at his discretion if she will be allowed release before they set out for the day. She has to hold her hands over her head. She is breathing so nervously. Being tickled furiously and spanked for wiggling too much was a devastating combination. In her current state, Amanda couldn’t bear the thought of having to wait until late afternoon to subdue the fires burning with her through a series of earth shattering climaxes.
“Awwwwww, You’re welcome Sweetie. Let me get a little more comfortable…” With that Greg shifted between Amanda’s open legs and she greeted him by wrapping her firm thighs around him TIGHTLY.
“Mmmmmmmmmm heheh Right there hehehe” Amanda always craved having Greg close to her. Greg was not shy with lotioning the undersides of his wife’s firm breasts. He could see that her perky nipples were already at attention. He knew that the gently massaging must be sending all kinds of shock waves of pleasure through her body. Greg just took in the sight of his tiny wife licking her lips in response to his loving tease of her sensitive breasts. Amanda was beset with frustration that her nipples weren’t receiving any of his calculated attention. She knew better than to let him know how much it affected her verbally. Her hips gyrating softly into her large husband were already telling far too many of her secrets.
Greg could see the glistening between her legs as she squeezed him tightly around him and he knew that he had already won. The only thing left to do now was to rub it in. “Is someone enjoying herself Amanda?” Greg accentuated his silly question by sweeping dangerously close to her puffy areolas.
Amanda just got an even bigger grin on her face as the electric jolts were coursing dangerously through her body. “Uhhhhhh uhhhhhhh” Her lips were still pursed tightly together and she could just hum her lies out while she playfully shook her head from side to side.
“Well I will just have to find some way to keep my little house wife entertained then now won’t I…?” With that Greg let hi fingers skitter lightly into Amanda’s exposed hollows and she almost pulled her arms down from behind her head for protection. Luckily, she caught herself.
Amanda was forced to sit there and take the cruel light tickles on her defenseless hollows if she wanted any hope of lunchtime indulgence from her taunting Husband. Even then, knowing Greg, it was an unsure thing. Amanda loved the unpredictability of having her deepest cravings satisfied. This only added to the impish dancing in the lower part of her belly that she was trying to quiet while her husband gazed down on her menacingly. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being able to look her in the face and be able to see her laughing desperately at his touch but when Greg’s wicked hands found there way to the center of her ticklish hollows the choice was no longer hers.
“Haahahahhahahahah not there, not there...ahahahahahahahaha please pleas please hahahahahahahah you already got them….hahahahahahahahahahhahahaha stop!” The laughter began washing out of her like a wave. She loved not being able to get away from him. The futility of her begging only made her predicament more pleasurable.
“I don’t want you to be bored sweetie.” Greg loved reminding his helpless wife that he could be a tease too.
“Haahahahahahahaa I’m not bored…. I promise ahhahahahahaha!” Greg loved seeing Amanda’s hair flail wildly as she thrashed her head from side to side. It was almost cruel for him to torture her hollows so lightly while she had to keep her arms still… almost.
“Oh well that’s good honey, we can continue then. I know that we have to get beach side soon.” With that Greg’s hands returned to Amanda’s pulsing breasts. Still her nipples got no relief but she loved the feeling of the lotion being massaged into her yielding peeks. All that Amanda could do was moan deeply. She just sighed and gasped. Greg massaged lower and lower over her tummy firmly sending erotic chills up and down her spine. Greg knew just how to play his sensual instrument after years and years of practice.
“Ohhhhhhh godddddd!” Greg’s hands reached her lower tummy and she just let out a huge sigh. It felt so good. He knew the desperate churnings that were going on just inches below and he thought he would encourage them a little. Firm massaging and light scribbling of his nails was the combination to such deep earthy moans and desperate giggles. He let his hands linger for quite a while teasing her lower tummy. He almost felt guilty denying the proper pressure to Amanda’s gyrations that were strengthening against him…. almost. Greg took the opportunity to let his thumb trace right over her swollen clitoris. The fiery sensation of pleasure pulsed through Amanda’s body.
“Does someone want something Amanda…?” Greg had her exactly where he wanted her. Her confident teasing attitude was reduced to helpless begging for more attention and he loved it to no end.
“Ohhhhhhhh yesssss please, just rub it a little more, please Greg…. Please..?”
“Maybe after our walk…!” His icy words pierced his poor excited wife to no end. She let out a deep grunt of frustration being denied her release. She loved it when he was so cruel. She loved to see him so in control of every bit of her.
“Please… Please… Please… I’ll do anything you want me to please…” Amanda’s heart felt plea for release fell on sadistic ears.
“Anything I want you to?” Greg had already shifted his attention to her quivering thighs.
“Ohhhh god yessss… anything please hahahahhahahahahahhah!” Just then Greg started viciously massaging Amanda’s poor ultra-ticklish thighs. She couldn’t take it.
“If you stop laughing Amanda I promise I will let you cum….” This was not fair, this was cruel, and this was psychological torture. They both knew that there was no way Amanda could stop laughing while she was being tickled like this. Unfortunately for our helpless heroine, this intense form of ORGASM DENIAL was one of her ultimate fantasies.
“Hhahahahahahaahahhaa I fucking hate you hahahahahahahahahahahaha stop please ahhahahahahahaha I can’t take it hahahahahahahahahahahaha a not the knee’s oh my god ahahahahahahahahahah!” Greg enjoyed seeing his wife just loose it from being tickled. Thinking of the long evening to come Greg stopped. He had to save his energies. He had already decided to make the two of them wait until this evening and seeing his poor wife suffering underneath him was a tad bit too arousing for this time of day…
“Oooopsss, doesn’t look like little Amanda was able to stop laughing… No orgasm for you… hahaha.” Greg let the full weight of his victory wash over him like a warm blanket of power. She was broken. Amanda just lay there giggling and panting. Her nipples and thighs only yearned with greater intensity knowing that they were going to have to WAIT for the attention they so deserved. “Now, I think that someone needs a shower before we take our little walk.” With that Greg let one finger teasingly slip in and out of his wife’s glistening opening.
“Oh God you’re mean. You’re so Fucking Sadistic, you love seeing me suffer don’t you?” Amanda had to let her know the effect that he had on her as she reached up to gently take his lips into hers. Greg delighted in pinching her knees yet again as payback for her mock insult.
Amanda just squealed and recoiled away from her tormentor. She could see the pure fires of tickle hell in the backs of his eyes. She had really gotten to him. She felt so proud of herself. He loved seeing her turn into ticklish jelly in his strong arms. He wrapped his arms tight around her back and she pulled away from him playfully. It always got him going to think that she was trying to get away from him somehow. She always used this against him when he was trying to be all mean and nasty.
“No, Amanda, that’s not sadistic. It would be sadistic if I tied you to the bed, blindfolded you and read naughty erotic *tickle* stories to you for a few hours and didn’t allow you any release. That would be sadistic!” Deep down there was a part of Amanda that loved to turn Greg into the utterly ruthless abductor that he was becoming right in front of her eyes. She loved the fact that he wanted nothing more than to make her suffer and suffer until she couldn’t climax any harder (little did she know how deep the rabbit whole goes.).
Amanda just brought her husband’s head resting on her shoulder and whispered sweetly into his ears, “Wellllllllllllll, It wouldn’t be the first time now would it….?”
Greg had almost forgotten their first valentines day. At the reminder he just brought his hands through his lioness’ mane of wild hair and kissed her passionately. She never forgot any of his most sadistic ideas. That one was especially explosive that evening when he finally granted her release… after release… after release…after release…
Even more than her lips sweetly kissing his and her warm tongue massaging his own, Greg loved to feel Amanda’s soft tiny hands caressing his back as they kissed so deeply. It sent warm sensations of approval all the way through him. It gave him an even more evil idea to prolong her aroused suffering and make their shower interesting.
“Get your water proof handcuffs… I think that you will need to be secured to the towel rack so that I can wash you Thoroughly!” Greg enjoyed the shocked look on Amanda’s face at the suggestion. The ticklish consequences were too much to contemplate and she couldn’t get them out of her head thankfully.
Every once in a while the hunter becomes the hunted. Amanda brought a well manicured fingernail to her teeth and gently nibbled. Greg thought that she was just building the anticipation before she sauntered over to the drawer to present her master with his implement of her further desperate frustration. Today… Amanda really did have other plans… too bad for poor Amanda…
“Greg… Do you know what you did to me last night…? It was amazing; I have never felt like that before but…”
“But what Amanda?” With his wife’s ticklish fate in the balance he was all ears.
“But it… it really took a lot out of me. Then someone was a little restless this morning…” She playfully reminded him of his seductive caressing when he came back to bed this morning that led to their morning rendezvous.
“You weren’t complaining then little girl…” With that he flipped her onto her back and attacked her ribs again. She could just flail her arms and laugh…
“Hahahahahaha Greg, I’m serious… hahahahahhah!” Amanda tried in vein to push her fiendish husband off of her.
Greg was utterly shocked. Usually when they took their trips to Pleasant Point, she was allowed a day of rest, but she almost never took it on the second day. Most of the time, she would just not use it at all. Then it struck Greg like a ton of bricks, he had never tied her in the tickle chair and used a vibrator on her before. Maybe she did need a break. After all they would still have five days of fun left anyway. Still, there was something about the smile on her face. She was enjoying this denial a little too much for Greg’s liking. He made mental note to keep an eye on that the rest of the day.
“Ohhhhhh okayyyyy. I guess that you can have your day of rest, but I am going to give you a pedicure later.” After all, he had to salvage some fun. Greg knew the score. On her day of rest there would be no bondage-tickling, just gently cuddling, playful pokes, and the always interesting evenings. His evil plans could wait until tomorrow right…?
“Ohhhhhhhhh thank you so much master… I promise I will make it up to you…” Amanda accentuated her promise with a teasing caress of Greg’s sensitive scrotum. “And you knooooooooooooow how soft my feet are. A pedicure would just kill me. But since you are being soooooooooooooooooo generous…” With that she let her soft hand trail up the length of Greg’s stiffness. “I think that I can make an exception. As a matter of fact, I am going to make today “Greg gets to play with Amanda’s Feet” day. I think I can keep my master entertained while he can’t tickle me… Don’t you Greg?”
Greg was lost. The soft feeling of his wife’s hands on his manhood was intoxicating. The way that her breath tickled his ears with its warmth was almost too much to take. She was so beautiful, she was so cute, she was so sexy, and she loved him so much. She knew just how to make every part of him happy and begging for more of her. Part of him was sorry that he chose the later afternoon option.
“Oh I’m sure that you will find a way pet...” Just like that Greg was under her spell and he didn’t even know it. Neither of them knew that later on that night she would be under a spell Greg didn’t even know he could cast… at least not this him anyway…
“Now… I’m sure that you can find a way to wash me thoroughly without having me all tied up can’t you Greg…” Amanda loved having her big strong husband drunk with lust for her. It made her feel so sexy. It made her feel beautiful. It made her feel loved. His gentle kissing on her neck while she continued her evil teasing was intoxicating. Her subtle moan of approval is all that it took for him to pick her up in his arms and carry her to the shower… It was going to be a long day for both of them…
To be continued
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The only thing more intense than a purely lustful shower is a teasing one. After decades of being together Greg and Amanda know all too well what buttons to press to get the other one revved up. The hours of foreplay that they engage in only make for mind numbing encounters when one or BOTH of them looses control in a desperate sea of passion.
In the Shower, Greg made sure that Amanda’s already moist womanhood was well aware of how dissatisfied he was with her lewd behavior. Amanda made it up to her husband by paying far too much attention to his throbbing manhood and aching scrotum. It was mid afternoon before the playful couple realized it. Time really flies when you are having fun. Toweling off and lotioning up were not nearly as eventful as the morning session. Had it been, then there would have been no hope of ever leaving the house for either of them today.
Greg as usual was excited and relieved. He was free from all the demands of his regular day and he was with the most beautiful woman in the world to him. There was something unsettling though. Amanda was having a little too much fun. She knew that he couldn’t satisfy his sadistic urge and it seemed as though she was being even more teasing in her demeanor. Greg tried to put the idea aside for the moment but it would return frequently. He hoped that he was just over sensitized from having to put the Taskmaster within him on the back burner… for now anyway.
The great thing about their Point Pleasant home is that it is right on the beach. It had perfect access for long quiet walks right on the shore, or in this case long flirtatious walks.
Amanda and Greg hurriedly threw on some casual clothes. Amanda just put on some Capri’s and a white tank top. Amanda made her hair into a cute pony tail so that Greg could see more of her shoulders and neckline.
Greg just put on some jeans and a white t-shirt. Even in her simplistic outfit Amanda was always calculating deviously against her loving husband. Every article of clothing that she ever brought with them to The Shore was either something that she had seen Greg looking at, or something that she picked out especially for his prying eyes.
Amanda decided to go barefoot on the warm sand. The gentle rubbing lightly on her perfect feet worked like a delocalized pumice stone making her feet super soft. A pedicure afterwards would be electric but she thought Greg deserved some outlet seeing as he wouldn’t be able to tie her up as he so desperately wished.
Amanda loved Greg. She did have to show him some mercy after all. She didn’t want him to explode… or did she? The guilt of purposely denying her husband his greatest joy on this earth was terribly exciting to Amanda. She made sure to accentuate her most ticklish areas for him with their every embrace to remind him of what he could not have until the next day. As previously established, she viewed his sexual arousal as her personal possession to play with as she wished.
To mask her malicious intentions Amanda came out with Greg’s football. She didn’t have the most athletic ability in the world, but it always made Greg feel appreciated when she would playfully throw the football around with him on the beach when they were alone together. She even caught it a few times too.
“Awwwwww, you’re the cutest wide receiver that I have ever seen.” Greg hugged his wife closely as they walked out the back sliding glass door.
“That’s the one who tackles the man with the ball right…”
“Nevermind…” Amanda was no Howard Cosel, but at least she tried. The effort that Amanda put into making Greg happy warmed his heart to no end. He was thoroughly spoiled and he took great pride in spoiling her... at least most of the time.
Amanda and Greg walked on the beach and the sand holding hands watching the sun shine on the water as the waves crashed onto the beach. It was a beautiful sight. They were in their perfect place with their perfect partners. There was not a care in the world and the only thing that they were there to do was enjoy everything about each other-even a few things they didn’t previously know.
Amanda gazed lovingly at her husband as he looked off into the horizon. She felt those butterflies again in her stomach. Even as a mother and a housewife she never lost the feeling of when she first saw Greg. He looked like a strong young man then, and now he looks like an even stronger husband and father. As handsome as he was then she could have never dreamed of the man that he would become.
Greg found it very hard not to just stare at Amanda the entire time that they were walking together. She was so cute. In her simple outfit there would be people thinking that she was 12 years his junior. With age Amanda had only grown into a much more beautiful woman. She was a pretty girl when they first met, but now when he looked at her he could also see the life point of their two beautiful sons and the glue that held his household together. She was a vision beyond his comprehension and far too often he just found himself lost for words save two…
“I love you…” Greg just took his bride by the back of the neck and kissed her deeply on the sand. Amanda could only wrap her arms around him as best she could as he lifted her up into his arms. She kicked her legs behind her in approval. She loved how strong he was. As Greg pulled her into him, he could feel that someone had forgotten to wear an undergarment underneath their tank top. Even on such a warm day in the middle of their heartfelt embrace her peaks were at full attention. Greg was so proud of himself.
They just played there on The Shore for a couple of hours. They played catch. They tackled each other. They looked lovingly into each other’s eyes. They sat next to each other and kissed deeply. They chased each other around. They walked along the beach line and let the cool sea water rush over their bare feet as they saw the light of the day turn into the amber of twilight. The entire earth belonged to the two of them at that moment.
The entire time there was a thought in the back of Amanda’s mind. She couldn’t help but notice every granule of sand rubbing gently along her bare feet. They were already soft from all the loving attention that they had been receiving the last couple of days but with these few hours on the beach they would be deathly soft. She couldn’t imagine her husband touching them while they were like this.
The thought of her impending pedicure terrified and excited her to no end. She knew that she would not be able to sit still for it, and she knew that would drive Greg wild. He had not been able to keep his eyes off her cute feet the whole time that they were walking on the beach. His enraptured gaze upon her cherry toes thrilled her to no end. Having such a big strong responsible man unable to pry his eyes away from her always made Amanda feel really good about herself. Thinking about how much Greg has probably been fantasizing about finally getting them all tied up and at his mercy brought back that delicious feeling of guilt with a sinful twinge of shame. She was being evil, but he deserved it for denying her the afternoon explosion that she had been hoping for right…?
Greg had nothing on his mind other than the pedicure that he was going to be able to give his Wife and having her warm soft feet rubbing all over him (ALL over him). That was all he could do to quiet the voice that was in the back of his mind.
This was a voice that he had always heard but was only now beginning to understand. The more he understood what the voice was saying the more it scared him. Focusing on what pleasures he was ALLOWED to have was the only thing to silence his sadistic Taskmaster, but for some reason every time Amanda wiggled her perfect feet in defiance of him it became harder and harder…
Finally the time had arrived for Amanda’s much deserved penance on her day of rest from Greg’s merciless tickle torture. The first order of business was to wash off the sand from her feet and get ready for her cruel pedicure. Part of her hoped that Greg would be as ruthless as possible in the few minutes that he had her feet in his control. A girl has ‘special’ needs too right?
“You go wash off those feet and I will get everything ready sweetie...” Greg had a particularly mischievous grin plastered on his face.
“Okay Greg… but be careful… that sand made my feet really really soft. I bet they are way too sensitive right now… ahahha.” Was it just him, or was she mocking him? Amanda was naturally a tease but this was getting ridiculous. Greg got started on the tasks of preparation to take his mind off how much fun his wife was having. This was the first time that she had taken a day off in the last few trips here so it took a while to get used to. Not that he ever did…
Amanda went to the bath tub and ran cool water over her warm feet. She just sat there and let the water run over them. She must have felt every molecule. She had a feeling that her pedicure was going to be deliciously unbearable. She just closed her eyes and thought of how bad the subtle little tickles were going to feel on the bottoms of her buttery feet. She also knew that Greg was going to take all his pent up frustration out on her in these next few moments and that let her heart go aflutter. Her mind wondered to the next morning when she knew she would be strapped into her new chair. She didn’t think she would be leaving the house for a few days when her bondage embargo was lifted.
When she came out she was floored. Greg had brought the chair into the center of their bedroom again.
“Uhhhhhhhh Uhhhhhhhhh, noooooo, I said absolutely no bondage today Greg, I can’t take it. I just went through hell yesterday.” Amanda couldn’t believe that Greg would openly defy her request like that…
“Relax silly. Haven’t you ever heard of multi purpose?” With that Greg rotated the chair so that she could see the front. When she saw what he had put together her heart almost melted. He had installed a detachable pedicure kit with a foot spa in the center. On the side he had all his tools, the nail polish remover, the nail file, the aroma therapy oil, her toe separators, and of course the pumice stone. He even had blue beads dissolving in the water. It looked like he had brought a foot salon into the house. He had taken so much time. He paid so much attention to detail. He got it so right. It was so romantic. Amanda’s heart was fluttering in her chest. She loved him so much. Even now he could still surprise her.
“Please have a seat my lady...” Greg’s professional persona was so cute.
“Why thank you kind sir…” The formalities were always so romantic. It always made Amanda feel like a princess. That is until this very moment when…
“Would my foot Queen like the same color nail polish today?” Amanda had never really told Greg what it made her feel like to have him pay so much attention to her feet. He always acts just as if he knew. When he called her a “Queen” it sent surges of emotion flooding through her. Not only did Greg understand her, but she wasn’t just a princess anymore. She was a mature woman. She had two beautiful growing boys and a loving Husband that adored her. She was a Queen…
“Hehehe Yesssssssss” Greg was so adorable to Amanda right now. All that she could think about was how he could always seem to read her mind. Just thinking about all the time that he put into making her happy, brought little tears of joy to her eyes and butterflies back in her stomach. She sat in amazement as he lovingly massaged her feet a little before putting them in the beautiful blue water… she couldn’t believe he got the blue crystals. He turned on the foot spa to “heat and vibrate”. Amanda felt the little vibrations caressing her feet immediately…
“Hehe it tickles…”
“Oh I’m sorry; here let me adjust this…” Greg then turned the device to “heat, vibrate and bubbles.” With that Amanda let out a gentle stream of giggles and wiggled her toes playfully in the perfect warm water.
“He hee, that REALLY tickles…hehe” Greg just couldn’t help himself. He had to be so loving. He had to make her heart jump in her chest.
“Good…” Amanda just reached out her arms and motioned for him to keep her company while her feet soaked in the tickly warm water. It felt magnificent. The aroma therapy oil was already softening her poor feet even further. The gentle massage of her soles and toes was only amplified with the gentle massage of her lips and tongue as Greg kissed her deeply again.
It was so much fun just to make out with his wife for ten minutes or so. There was nothing in Greg’s world sweeter than Amanda’s lips right now. The subtle giggles that were streaming from the back of her throat were a close second. He wrapped his arms around her so tightly. She loved his strong embrace so much. It always made her feel so safe and comforted.
He couldn’t help but to trail his lips down the length of her soft neck and nibble on it slightly. Her Husband’s warm wet mouth and tongue combined with the gentle tickly massage of the foot spa was almost too much for poor Amanda to stand. She was already in nirvana and she was still fully clothed. She licked her lips in anticipation of another eventful evening. Little did she know how eventful it would be?
After Amanda’s feet were soaked to his satisfaction he broke from her sweet lips to go and check on them. “Let’s see how these cute little feet are doing shall we…” Amanda could just nibble her bottom lip; she knew what was coming. He was so cute when he got to play with her feet. He could spend hours just kissing and touching them. Greg brought her wet wrinkly soles out of the water and inspected every inch of them making sure that they had soaked properly. He gently put her big toes in his mouth. He always had to be a little naughty when giving his Wife loving pedicures. What else would be the point?
Amanda just sat back in amazement. She still marveled at the power that just her feet had over Greg. He was like a little kid in a candy store in Amanda’s eyes, and it was so cute to her. He probed his tongue gently over her soft wet toes and began to suck gently. She was moaning in time with his gentle lapping when suddenly she felt a jolt of sensation. HIS TEETH made contact with her tickly toes. In their ultra soft state it was too much.
“Hehehehe, quit it Greg…” She squeaked out a few giggles before pulling her feet out of her Husband’s eager mouth.
Greg just looked at her bewildered. She had never pulled away from toe nibbling before. It was an understood pass time. He thought that she was just playfully teasing him again, and he tried to bring her feet to his mouth again but she curled them up in front of her.
“Hehehe, I mean it. My feet and toes are way too soft for your teeth right now. The pumice stone is going to be hell! Just wait till tomorrow for the heavy tickling when you can tie me up again okay baby?” She looked so innocent. It seemed like such an innocent request, but there was a problem. There was a grin on her face that was out of place. It looked like how Greg would look at her.
(((((“She’s doing this on purpose you know!”))))) There went the voice again in the back of Greg’s mind. It was the clearest that it has ever been. Since he was in college it was always just a feeling that let him know how to tickle girls better. Now it was expressing itself. Greg’s mind was ablaze trying to quell the voice deep within him. He tried to think about what it would be like to have Amanda all to himself in the morning, but the only thing that came out in his head was his dungeon fantasy of Amanda faced down apologizing for teasing him all day with her perfect feet. He tried as best he could to put the diabolical thought out of his mind. The way that Amanda was wiggling her toes did not help. Maybe the pumice stone would? Greg picked it up and pulled her feet closer to him.
“I mean it Greg I think that you should be very careful… my feet are too sensitive right now!” The grin on Amanda’s face was getting bigger. Was she enjoying this? Could she see him suffering internally? If she could see the suffering with his dark side then why provoke him?
“Okayyyyyy Amanda, there’s no problem with that. I get it. Your feet are just really sensitive right now. I’ll take it easy…” What was he saying? This was all the tickle fun that he was going to be able to have for the next 12 hours and he was talking about taking it easy? The voice in his head telling him that she was doing this on purpose to torment him was scolding him for his weakness.
Amanda was just sitting up in the chair giggling. She was a Queen. Greg was her obedient little servant. He would not dare cross the boundaries that she set, no matter how much fun he would be missing out on. It made her feel so happy inside to have such a loyal subject. Usually she could see a sadistic smile on Greg’s face when he used the pumice stone on her poor sensitive feet. That leer was gone. Now he only had the look of caring and concern for not overstepping her COMFORT ZONE. Every time that she would pull her feet away in protest he would look up regretfully and lighten his touch. She thought for sure that she was going to get it really good in the morning. She didn’t mind. She actually thought that she kind of deserved it. It was fun being the sadist for a change, but she knew she deserved to be thoroughly punished for her almost inhuman cruelty.
Greg was quicker with the Pumice stone than he had ever been. It felt like something was missing. Amanda actually felt quite relieved to feel his tickly fingers on the bottoms of her sensitize feet before he started her lower leg massage. She didn’t want to BREAK HIM, she just wanted to tease him a little… what was wrong with that? Amanda didn’t hold back any of her laughter on purpose. She just opened her toes and arched her feet inviting more teasing caresses. It brought a familiar smile to Greg’s face to see his wife enjoying his ticklish ministrations.
“Now this next part might tickle a little Amanda, okayyyy!” He was back. Amanda was beginning to get worried for a second. As well she should be. The only thing comforting Greg now were her imaginary screams filling his mind.
“Okay hehe, but don’t be too bad!!!” Greg rubbed the moisturizing oil over his hands and rubbed it together audibly. He was going to be able to touch Amanda’s calves. The next ten minutes would be his testament to himself. The only thing quelling the short term urge to fasten the leather straps of his insidious device around the slender limbs of his slave girl was the fantasy of having her poor calves twitching while she was screaming for mercy.
The fact that it was forbidden only made the fantasy more intense in Greg’s mind. The warm feelings were coursing through his entire body as he brought the moisturizing oil to her tender feet. They didn’t need it but he wanted them to be as soft as possible. As soon as the sun rose she would pay. That’s the only thing that comforted him. She would pay. The voice within him took up his chorus as he began his challenge. He saw Amanda’s flexing bare calves peaking out of her Capri pants. He pushed the legs of her pants a little higher so her entire calf would be bare to his touch. It was within his power to resist the urge to just start mercilessly tickling them right then and there and listen to her most desperate pleas for mercy as they fell on deaf ears. He just had to focus on how much he cared for his wife.
His efforts were not aided by Amanda. He looked up at her with the nervous sadistic energy coursing through his veins. Then he saw it in her eyes. She was terrified. She knew what this spot could do to her. Greg’s sadistic smile returned with vigor. He made sure that he was firm and even handed. He didn’t want it to tickle. He cared about her too much. He did want her to understand what he could do to her. This was a pedicure but he spent most of his time massaging her sensitive calves. The feeling of power Greg took from her acknowledgement of how much he could torment her felt sinfully good. Strangely, something inside Greg liked the idea of making his poor little wife afraid. Seeing her biting her lip nervously with his strong hands around her calves was dangerously empowering. It was a good feeling, but it didn’t feel RIGHT.
Amanda was off in her own lost nervous world. This was the worst part for her. Her calves were a phobia. She didn’t like them touched or barely even looked at. She looked into Greg’s eyes and she could see that he knew what his hands were doing to her. Her calves are so sensitive that just having them touched actually tickles. She was holding back the giggles because she feared lighting the powder keg that she herself had been stoking in her Sadistic husband. His look was purely demented. She hated the fear of having her calves and lower legs tickled. She hated the way it was always present. She especially hated the way that her body reacted in these situations. Despite her ever conscious fear, her apprehension would always land between her eager thighs.
Finally the cruel limbo of the massage was over. Greg began dipping the cotton balls in the nail polish remover. He slowly took off every spec of her old nail polish. He then picked up the nail file. There was no avoiding this and it had to be done. His sadistic Grin grew larger and larger. He finally had a reason to firmly grab her ankles and let her have it. He hoped this would be a sufficient outlet for his sadistic urges until morning. He braced her foot and she tried her best to hold her foot still. It was an exercise in futility. Her feet were so soft and pampered that even getting her nails filed by someone else was deliciously ticklish.
Greg just set about filing her nails. They were already in almost perfect condition but he needed to hear some begging!!!
“Ohhh god ohhhh god… stop stop hehehehehehehe it tickles too bad Greg, stop please…” He loved the way that her foot kept flexing away from him. He loved having to hold her foot still. He loved the way her toes cringed with no where to go. It was like he was himself again for a brief moment. The world made so much more sense when someone was begging him for mercy, especially his beautiful little dream girl. Greg was in the mood to hear to her sweet begging, not listen.
“Ohhhh well, we have to file your nails Amanda! You’re a big girl; you can take it.” The look on Greg’s face was cold enough to stop the sun. His icy verbal teasing was not helping poor helpless Amanda one bit. He loved her sigh of surprise to his evil response.
“Hahahahahahah You’re so Fucking Sadistic hahahahahahahahahahah!” Greg stopped immediately. Not out of mercy but out of fear. His ears heard those words but the throbbing between his legs was their manifestation. He LOVED to hear those four words from Amanda. Those were their words. They had been whispered in so many intimate venues to help him achieve bliss or during the most server tickle torture when she wanted to scream in approval. How could she say that to him now? When she knew that he couldn’t be the sadistic person that he loves to be… (((((“You know she’s doing this on purpose to TORTURE you!!!”))))) The voice within him scared him. No matter how bad her teasing was, he couldn’t let him have her. He loved her too much… Didn’t he?
Greg tried to focus. He could loose himself in the detail of painting his wife’s perfect toes. Try as he might the only thing that he could think about were different ways to tie them. The toe separators only served as a reminder of the most intricate toe bondage and how helpless her sensitive toes could be. Usually on Amanda’s day off from bondage he would just get his sadistic kicks mercilessly kissing and NIBBLING her feet during their foot sessions. Today she took away even his second favorite toy. ‘Maybe the voice has a point?’ He couldn’t believe what he was thinking.
Amanda felt like the Queen of the entire world. Greg usually rushed through this part. He would make sure that they were perfect but every extra second was one that he had to wait until his wife was trapped in his inescapable bondage… Not tonight. Tonight Greg was captivated by her perfect cherry toes as he painted them and took his time. She could tell what he was thinking.
“I’m so glad that you aren’t going to tie me up tonight, baby. My poor feet, they wouldn’t be able to take it. I can feel the air in the room tickling them; I can’t imagine what your brushes, feathers, and fingers would do to them. I guess well find out ‘tomorrow’. Hahaha” Greg just wanted to get finished, eat dinner, play with his wife’s feet, screw her teasing brains out, go to sleep, and wake up the sadistic bastard that he had come to know and love. That’s what it took now to keep the voice down within him. He knew that she would not be able to stop him while he was deep inside her. If he couldn’t tickle her he would take her to peaks that she had never known. There is more than one way to make a cocky little housewife beg.
Finally he was done painting her perfect toes. He let her sit there in her toe separators and got up to kiss her again. He gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.
“I think we should go out for dinner. I am going to go take a shower while you let your toes dry. Okayyy sweetie?” Before Amanda could reply he headed off to the bathroom. Amanda knew all too well that he was probably going to be taking a very COLD shower.
Amanda felt so bad for him. She knew how much pleasure he derived from having her all tied up and helpless while he tickle-tortures her ruthlessly. Even before, when she didn’t want to be tied up she was so nice to him and did OTHER THINGS to occupy his time. For some reason today she was just content to drive him out of his FUCKING mind with aroused sadistic frustration. She was just thinking quietly: ‘Maybe this is what it feels like for Greg to tickle her?’
That brought to mind a very naughty fantasy. She sat there while her feet were drying and closed her eyes. She saw Greg. He was locked with his head in an old fashioned set of pillories on the ground. His hands were tied securely behind his back. She had never fantasized about tying her husband up before. What was coming over her?
She was a Queen. She was nobility. She was in complete control of Greg. She looked at him teasingly and took off her shoes. She saw the look of rabid excitement burning in his eyes as she stripped off her footwear. Greg was watching every movement Queen Amanda made with her lascivious feet. She felt so powerful. She pulled up a chair right in front of his bound head.
Amanda slowly teased him with her feet making him count each one of her tiny sexy toes. Then she just pushed them into her face. He started trying to lick and kiss her feet and she pulled them away from him. She bent down and put masking tape over his mouth. This was so cruel. She was taking away everything that he enjoyed and he was just left there to suffer in his love and lust for her. She put her feet right in his face while he was unable to touch them, kiss them or nibble them. Every desperate moan of his made her thighs tingle and her nipples harden. Then Queen Amanda starts her merciless verbal teasing…
“Awwwwwwww, what’s wrong Greg? Don’t you like my feet… I bet you want to tickle them don’t you, Greg? They are soooooooooooooo ticklish right now Greg! I would get down on my hands and knees and Beg you to stop tickling my poor feet if you tickled them right now. I’m so glad that your all tied up, so that I can TORTURE you with my ticklish feet all I want. There’s nothing you can do about it Greg.” She could see the look of utter despair on the face of her imaginary husband and it gave her a rush of erotic power. At the very end of their little exchange she squeezed his nose with her toes. She is so used to seeing him so big and strong. This new fantasy made parts of her quiver that she didn’t know that she had.
To make Amanda’s fantasy even more intoxicating, she was in real time dominating her husband and making him suffer. She was taking away all the things that he loved to do to her just to prove how much he really cared for her (and make him suffer for it). She felt so guilty getting off on his most desperate suffering, but she could not defy how much it turned her on. She could no longer resist the urge to purge the fire raging deep in her loins…
In the shower, Greg was not fairing any better. He was consumed with images of his wife tied to his bondage table. He wanted her to beg him so badly to stop. He let the warm water pound over his strong body as he finally let the diabolical fantasies wash over him.
She was tied so tight to his bondage table. All of her limbs were tied at every one of her joints. She could not move one inch. She was blindfolded. He was torturing her for every teasing word that she had uttered while HE was in the restrictive bondage of her rules. He wanted to make her suffer like he was suffering. The only time he was not tickling the horrible backs of her legs was when he was letting his hands rest on them just to scare the living shit out of her. He had never focused this much on making his wife just purely suffer. It scared him to no end. He loved it so much. Just the idea of her desperate thrashing made his hardness stiffen and pulse with excitement. The mindless torture of her calves had been an obsession for so long. The taboo of being forbidden had honed his study of her flexing calf muscles in his raging subconscious. He could torment her for hours. He knew just which tendons and muscles to titillate to make his Wife wish that God himself had never given her legs. He wanted to make her suffer. He wanted her to be scared out of her mind. He wanted her to really want it to stop and not be able to control it; just like he was unable to tickle her even though she was driving him out of his mind.
Greg snapped back to reality when Amanda walked into the bathroom. She was done drying her toes. She looked so beautiful. She loved him so much. How could he do something like that to her? He knew that it was her fear… He knew that she would not be able to take it… He knew that she would scream… He knew that it would be the most intoxicating thing that he ever did and it scared him to his very core.
Greg had to collect his thoughts. He had to face her soon. He couldn’t look at her having these sorts of demonic fantasies. He just thought to himself about those sweet minutes when he would be exploring her wetness. That is how he would reassert his dominance. These darker ideas were just too evil to contemplate even for him. As such, they were never far from his mind ever again.
Amanda had stripped down to her bare form and thankfully another wave of warmth came crashing into Greg as she joined him in the shower. She kissed him so deeply. She loved him more than anything. She would never do the things he was thinking. She was the mother of his children, the woman of his dreams, and his loving Wife. He would never do anything to cause her REAL discomfort…
“Thank you so much for the pedicure sweetie. I know that this is tough for you, especially after last night… but I promise Greg, I will make it up to you…” Amanda let her hand droop down to Greg’s quivering manhood. “Awwwwwwww, that’s so cute…. You missed me…”
Greg actually blushed a little. Greg took the luffa in his hands. Amanda wrapped her arms around his neck as the warm water cascaded over their nude bodies. She left her arms around his neck as he motioned his hands through her long hair and she whispered in his ear… “Oh all right… just a little!”
That was music to his ears. He felt Amanda tighten her grip around him. She was bracing herself for the sensations that Greg was about to visit upon her trembling torso... He stooped down so that her head rested comfortably on his shoulder. He wanted to feel every fiber in her being twitch as he cruelly bathed her with her fluffy bath tool. Greg could barely manage words. He just held her tight with one hand and let the luffa tease and tickle her upper body to no end. She just cooed and giggled into him so cutely. She would just grab him tighter as she squirmed from side to side. Greg couldn’t believe how much of a release it was to hear her sweet laughter in his ears one more time. It had only been a few hours devoid of the ability to tickle torture Amanda and it felt like an eternity. There was definitely something about this sea air.
“Hehehehehe Don’t forget the ribs hehehehehehehe!” This was sweet music to his ears. Greg had waited all night to hear those words. He thought for a brief second that she had changed her mind, but that was not to be the case.
Greg just used the luffa as an accent to his hands as he let his fingers probe Amanda’s sensitive rib cage. She fought so hard to stand still for him and take her little punishment. Greg got lost in her sweet laughter and sensual struggling. He didn’t even see the anvil Amanda was about to drop on him. She just looked so cute and innocent to him.
“Hhehehehehehehehe go get dressseddd heheheheheheheehhehe I have girl things to hahahahahahahahahahah take care of hahahahaha.” Greg’s fun came to a crashing halt! The look of sheer disappointment was even worse than Amanda had planned. She almost felt sorry for him… almost. Seeing how much her Greg loved tickling her in the flesh only added to the cruel sadistic torment of bound Greg who was thrashing desperately in the back of her mind. She felt so naughty having her fantasy while her husband was there.
In Amanda’s fantasy she had thrown brushes and feathers next to the bound Greg’s head and her bare feet. She ordered him to tickle her feet. He obviously couldn’t comply while tightly bound on Queen Amanda’s dungeon floor, and she was tormenting with the idea of not allowing him to cum the entire trip if he didn’t break loose this instant and torment her bare soles. The look of sheer desperation on his face was overwhelming Amanda’s senses with erotic waves of pleasure.
Greg’s reaction to being told to leave the shower, made tormenting fantasy Greg much more titillating. It was always very arousing to blur fantasy and reality. The interesting thing about the situation was that with Greg being so consumed with the idea of tickling Amanda to desperation, he was oblivious to how aroused she was. Her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers and her woman hood was throbbing from deep within as her wetness augmented the warm water cascading on her firm thighs.. She needed to be alone to TAKE CARE of that before dinner.
Greg’s eyes went dull. He just exited the shower toweled off quickly and went to his closet. As he was drying off, he heard Amanda yell from the shower “Thanks honey!”
If only Greg knew what those words meant, he would have never left her alone. He needed to think. He needed to get his mind off Amanda’s inhuman screaming. He went to his closet and put on his underwear. Then he went over the entire system he used to organize his shoes. That worked for a while. He made the mistake of trying the same thing with his ties and that was most assuredly a backward step.
Meanwhile, Amanda was touching herself shamefully imagining that a bound Greg was watching in horror and frustration. Amanda loved the desperation in his eyes not being able to touch the woman he loved or have any bit of her pleasure. Amanda was surprised at how wet she had become eroticizing the cruel teasing that she had put Greg though the entire day. Just thinking about how desperate he must be made her nipples pulse. Just thinking about the evil things that Greg must want to do to her, made Amanda feel like she was dangling off of an erotic cliff she wanted so desperately to fall from.
Amanda felt so guilty. She felt so ashamed. She felt so naughty. She felt so alive. She felt so sexy. All those emotions came rushing out when she tweaked her nipples and firmly massaged her clit one final time. She let loose the pressure that had been building all day while she was alone in the shower and Greg was far away still trying to collect his thoughts. Amanda realized that guilt and shame were a very naughty amplification for orgasm.
Amanda bit her lip trying to be as quiet as possible hoping she would get caught. The fantasy was intense but there was something missing. A part of her needed to get caught to fully let go… In the mean time she just stood there and let the water crash over her as she forced wave after wave of pleasure from deep within her as she vigorously massaged and rubbed her stiff nubbin. She felt every delicious shudder as every bead of water became like a hammer onto her sensitized skin. She felt so bad having an orgasm without Greg there. She looked forward to the morning when she would be made to pay dearly for her selfish indulgence.
Amanda’s mind was ablaze after her shower. She was still on an endorphin high when she came to the sink to towel off. She could feel every fiber of the towel against her skin. She wished so desperately that her hands were tied and Greg was lightly and mercilessly teasing her with the delicate material so that she could have the last bit of release that she needed to make her fantasy complete, but it would have to wait. She had more teasing in store for her unsuspecting Husband… lots more as a matter of fact. There was one variable that she didn’t even know was brewing: she would definitely have to wait until morning to fully understand it though.
Amanda strolled into her walk in closet and she had a terrible idea. She wanted out make her feet even softer for poor Greg when he played with them. She wanted to live out her Queen fantasy. She would probably not be able to tie Greg up, but she wanted to make him worship her feet while he couldn’t touch them or nibble them like he so desperately wanted to. Something about having such control over poor Greg awakened something deep inside of her.
She took out her blisslabs softening socks and prepared to slide them on her already tender feet. This would make her feet even softer than they already were. Just seeing her poor feet in their softening cases sent shivers up and down Greg’s spine. He knew that inside they were perfectly warm and tickly. They would be so soft and hyper-sensitive that it would drive him out of his mind with tickle lust. Unfortunately for him and much to Amanda’s delight that lust would have to be bottled until first light.
Tormenting him in such a way brought a smile to her face. It actually felt quite strange. This was not like Amanda… not anymore anyway… She lotioned her feet in the eucalyptus sock slave and put her special socks on. Amanda knew that her feet would be deadly soft when Greg took her socks off. On the rest of her body she slathered more and more of Greg’s favorite cucumber melon lotion to make her as attractive as possible. She wanted to make her one night of mock domination absolutely perfect (and perfectly dreadful for her foot slave).
Greg had already moved out to the living room finally focusing on the sales reports that he would have to review when he got back to his office. He hated thinking about work while he was off with his wife but he needed something to keep him from thinking about torturing Amanda past her limits on purpose. The idea was as unsettling as it was arousing.
When he saw her it was like a vision. She almost had a glow about her. He could see that she was very wide eyed and alert. She wore the cutest pink collared shirt with no sleeves and tight fitting jeans that left little to the imagination. She was so beautiful. No one on this planet compared to her in his eyes. Her tiny frame was perfect in every way. Her long black hair encased the face of what he thought to be a pure angel.
Greg’s voice caught in his throat. Even in such simple attire and white sneakers she still took his breath away with even the most casual smile. “Oh My God Amanda… You look so amazing!” He could barely contain himself as he kissed her deeply. He pulled her so close to him. Amanda so loved the feel of his strong arms around her. She felt so safe rubbing against his cackier pants and polo shirt as he drew her nearer and nearer.
“Awwwwww Thank you honey. You look very nice yourself, and you smell so good.” The smell of Amanda’s favorite cologne was a welcome guest to Amanda’s nostrils. It just made her feel even more alive. Greg was going to try and seduce her. She was going to love making him work for every inch of her quivering thighs that he was going to lovingly invade. The thought of what she had planned brought an evil Grin to her face that was very hard to conceal.
As they were holding hands and walking to the car, Greg noticed something in the cool night air. He was amazed to realize that Amanda wasn’t wearing a bra. This was so unlike her. The tight collared sleeveless shirt strained against her firm breasts. He could see her gentle peaks poking into the fabric. He couldn’t help but think how erotic the little fibers must feel against her nipples with no lace protection underneath. As he pulled off and he saw her lean her head back and lick her lips he no longer had to wonder. He could tell that she was enjoying the sensual sensations immensely.
They held hands as they drove down The Shore to their favorite restaurant. There would be no lobster tonight, just some good food and live music. While holding Amanda’s hand in the car, Greg could not help but notice the black scrunch that she was going to use to pull her hair back into a pony tail on her left wrist. This subtle contrast reminded him deeply of having a leather strap tied around her wrist. Any thought of bondage in his state was a death stroke. The demented fantasies were bounding around in his mind once again, much to his dismay. Amanda just lay there almost half asleep enjoying every bump of the car that sent little shocks of pleasure through her pulsing erect nipples.
Greg could take no more. He pulled off into the abandoned parking lot next to the restaurant. He unbuckled his seat belt quickly.
Amanda just sat there and giggled. She knew what was happening. This was more delicious than her wildest dreams. “Awwwwwwwww Is someone happy to see me…?” She took off her seat belt just in time for Greg to pull his steering wheel up and pull her to him almost violently. She loved it when he was so aggressive. She was so tiny and he was so big and strong. She didn’t have a chance. That is why she loved him so much. This is what made teasing Greg so intoxicating-the thrill of getting CAUGHT.
“Yessssssssssssss” Greg could only moan as if he were a starved man who had just found his first piece of sustenance. Greg kissed Amanda desperately. He was breathing heavily already and the night was no where near over. He couldn’t believe how overcome with passion he was. Was it how perfect she looked, how nice she smelled, or that he just desperately needed release? It could have been any combination of these things but the one thing Greg was sure of was that he never wanted to let go of his wife, no matter how naughty she was being.
He let his tongue probe hers passionately. Amanda held his face in her hands as his hands coursed through her long hair. She moved like a snake up against him. Every time that either one of them moved the fabric of Amanda’s shirt would become deliciously disturbed and it would send waves of pleasure all the way through her very being. She was becoming desperately aroused again just from the passionate kissing. This was even more fun than she had dreamed.
After ten minutes or so of enjoying themselves in the front seat of their car, Greg and Amanda reluctantly got out and walked over to the restaurant. Amanda had this utter look of pride on her face and Greg this utter look of torment. He hated being this disturbed in public and Amanda loved doing it to him. She honestly felt that it was part of her job description.
The entire time that they ate, Amanda was ruthless. She nuzzled her almost bare breasts so close to Greg that it was terrible for him. He could feel that her nipples were as hard as little pebbles through her shirt, and it made the food taste plain and metallic in comparison. He could only think about what was underneath. He could only think about having her naked before him begging him for mercy at the top of her strained lungs. That was the only thought that gave him comfort. When she would graze her fingernails up his thighs it was no help either. She was ruthless. She just sat there under his arm the entire time and took full advantage of how excited he was. Usually she would just casually tease him, but tonight she was even massaging his stiffness lightly through his pants. What had gotten into his cute suburban housewife?
The build up was terrible for Greg. He wanted so desperately to torture her for making him feel this way, but he couldn’t. Today was her day of rest and he was going to respect that… he just wished that she would respect what it did to him a little more.
Her constant verbal teasing got him the most. She would just nibble on his ear and whisper so innocently, “what’s Wrong Greg… that doesn’t feel good does it… you don’t like it when I do this do you… that doesn’t make you hard does it?” This was so out of character for Amanda and it was mysteriously intoxicating for Greg. The idea of dominating this slightly more assertive version of Amanda was even more appealing than that of his regular housewife. This evil tease almost deserved what he would do to her… almost. No one deserves the things that were swirling in Greg’s mind.
Amanda knew that Greg was right where she wanted him. He was about to go somewhere he had never been before and it made her feel so good. Strangely though, she didn’t know where that place was or why she wanted to push him there so badly? She just put that thought out of her mind and enjoyed their night cap. Greg’s last ditch effort to regain the situation was to order her tequila. They both knew what this did to her. Two shots had her warm and tingly inside just as much as her ruthless teasing of her husband.
Driving back to the house Greg could see that his poor wife was swimming in lust. She was noticeably massaging his inner thigh. He swore that he could see her nipples pulsing through the fabric.
There were no games to speak of when they got to the house. All that Greg could think about was getting at those pretty feet of hers. He wanted to have some fun before completely devouring her. He might not be able to tie her up and tickle torture her, but holding her down during intercourse and using his new electric friend would be a very close second. The screams were already haunting him when he carried his blushing bride to the door; her lips kissing and nibbling away at his neck as he walked up the steps.
To be continued…
PART III
Greg walked into the house and set her lovingly on their large black fluffy couch. It was so comfortable. Amanda scooted over into Greg’s lap and just melted into his deep embrace. His hands moved, his lips pressed against hers, and his hips gyrated trying to gain pressure on his throbbing erection. Now that they were home, Amanda was more than happy to oblige him. She made sure that her firm thighs were pressed firmly up against his manhood while he kissed her passionately and gyrated his hips against her slightly. The guilt of her secret indulgence in the shower came crashing into her temples, nipples and loins. She loved the naughtiness. That and her husband’s lips were driving her close to an even more mind numbing climax.
She moved her head next to his and whispered into his ear. “Don’t you want to play with my feet? I have a surprise for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.” Her erotic singing whisper was too much for Greg to handle.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm what’s that?” Anything positive for Greg in his state was a step in the right direction. He was in no mood to turn down any favors.
“I guess you’ll just have to take my shoes off and find out Greg… but be gentle, you know how SENSITIVE my feet are!” She was still being such a tease. Strangely, this is one of the things that Greg loved most about her. She always paid so much attention to him… but this was a little different attention than he was used to.
(((((You know she is doing this on purpose to torture you Greg. She is getting off on watching you suffer. Look))))). The voice inside Greg’s head kept making more and more sense with every teasing word that came out his Wife’s mouth.
She slid back on the couch and put her shoes right on Greg’s lap. The anticipation was too much to take.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm, what’s my surprise?” Greg’s hands shifted to her cute sneakers.
“You just have to take them off and see.” Amanda wiggled her cute shoes invitingly as Greg looked down upon them. She was smiling so evilly. He knew that it had to be something really interesting.
He ripped off both of her shoes without untying the laces. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, someone’s a little bit excited aren’t they?” Amanda could just lay back and giggle at her husband’s haste. She absolutely relished having this effect on him. It made her feel so powerful. Oddly, in the midst of her sexual domination she got the same sneaking feeling that there was something missing. Right now she couldn’t quite figure out what.
“Jesus Amanda, you know what these do to me…” Greg brought her feet still covered in her cute thick softening socks to his face and started hungrily nuzzling his mouth against them. This is what he had been looking forward too all day long. Amanda arched her back as she felt the nerves in her feet being stimulated through her socks. She let out an earthy moan. Seeing Greg in such a frenzied sexual state always sent delicious chills down her spine. The naughty fantasy that she had indulged in earlier, was still playing in the back of her mind and she decided to act on her wicked idea.
“Well that’s why I put them on silly. You know that I love driving you out of your mind hahaha…” She started rubbing her feet up against Greg’s hands inviting him to take her special socks off. He did not need to be asked twice. He stripped both of her soles of their protective softening socks quickly. The skin that he was left touching was more buttery than anything that he had every touched. Sand, a pedicure, and her miracle socks had left her feet as soft as the day she was born. Her buttery skin sent shock waves from his fingertips deep within his loins. When he couldn’t tie Amanda up that energy was redirected to his obsession with worshipping her *ticklish* feet.
He put Amanda’s feet close to his lips when his bliss was interrupted. “Pull down your pants Greg. Leave your underwear on, but pull down your pants.” Anything involving the removal of clothing was music to Greg’s lustful ears at this point. He pulled down his pants as his Wife asked. “Now put your hands over your head Greg…”
“What?” Greg was puzzled. Amanda had never behaved like this. It was strange. Even worse in his frustrated state any attention that she showed him good or bad just made him more aroused.
“I said put your hands over your head. I want to rub my feet all over you while you can’t do anything about it…” Amanda was looking Greg directly in the eye. There was no where that he could hide from her malicious gaze. The look on her eyes had the demonic look of evil and it worried Greg because he had never seen his Wife like this before. He could see how painfully her nipples were erect and could see her raising her hands to tease them. In that moment his greatest fear was realized and Greg could not bear to admit it. He just tried to focus on the present. He put his hands over his head while his wife’s cruel perfect feet made their way up his thigh.
“You better keep your hands there, Greg. If you move them… then I won’t let you kiss and suck on my toes!” Amanda’s words were as cold as ice. She knew exactly what effect that would have on him. He would do anything within his power to be able to touch her deliciously soft feet. It was so cute. She also knew what he was thinking behind those worried eyes of his.
Greg just looked at the softening socks on the ground and read the blisslabs logo. He knew that right now touching Amanda’s feet in any way would probably make her giggle and squirm to no end. He longed to lash them to the foot of the bed with leather, tie her toes back, and rake her favorite hairbrushes up and down her writhing squirming soles in their hyper-ticklish state. He tried to think about being able to kiss her beautiful feet but then he was reminded that he could not even nibble her toes. Greg was going insane in the bondage of Amanda’s rules, and Greg finally admitted to himself that she was tormenting him on purpose.
Amanda made his plight even worse. She began lightly snaking her cute feet up his inner thigh rubbing deliberately. She made sure that her cute cherry painted toes did a seductive dance for her helpless Husband as she rubbed his erogenous zone very deeply. She just sat back in amazement and the great pleasure she was causing. She took great joy in watching the conflict within Greg. She knew that it was all he could do not to hold her down right were she was and tickle her sensitive feet ruthlessly.
Taking away his ability to touch them was unnecessary, mean and calculating. She was taking away all his greatest joys and making him suffer for loving her so much. She loved seeing he pained anguish on his face. Every time that he moaned in frustration she felt a little more loved and needed. It was terrible fun to torment her husband like this.
Amanda was no longer in the living room. She was living out her medieval Queen fantasy torturing her loyal foot servant with the one thing that he loved dear. She felt so guilty for how wet this little encounter was making her. She couldn’t help but rub her thighs together as she teased Greg’s to increase the pressure on her throbbing moist clit.
“Does that feel good Greg… Answer me sweetie…. I want to know!” Amanda was not going to be satisfied until she got exactly what she wanted from him; she just didn’t know exactly what that was. Even though she was being pushed to tease him in this way she was still not aware what she was pushing him towards.
“Yes it feels good Amanda… It feels so good… I love the way your feet feel… They are so soft…!” Greg was lost. He felt the erotic jolts pleasure coursing through him as her ultra-soft warm feet were rubbing SLOWLY up his thigh. It was horribly intoxicating.
“Awwwwwwww, I’m glad you like it sweetie… What about this…?” Amanda then began to rub her baby soft feet against the rising in his thin undergarment. The feelings were so delicious Greg could barely take it. The soft teasing sensation of his Wife’s tiny feet almost tickled Greg, but he never wanted it to end. He wanted so badly to reach down and rub her feet all over his pulsing erection until he exploded all over her squirming toes, but he couldn’t. Greg was not ALLOWED to.
Amanda was maniacal and devious. She just let her toes linger on his throbbing manhood teasing him ruthlessly. She squeezed every inch of his erection through the thin fabric that offered little protection from her knowing toes. She was grinning from ear to ear on her side of the couch. Even though Greg could easily over power her he wouldn’t. He was in the bondage of his own affection and Amanda thought it her job to tease him thoroughly. Why…she did not know.
“What’s in here?” Amanda let one of her toes sneak into his boxers and tickled right underneath his sensitive balls it was a wave of electric ticklish pleasure that screamed out through his entire body. The sensation was terribly delicious. Greg enjoyed having Amanda’s perfect soft feet bringing him to climax (although, he feared tonight she might have other plans). Her toes teasing his manhood were maddening. “That’s no fair, they get to tickle you and you don’t get to tickle them…”
With that it, all made sense. Greg had been trying to piece it together since early this morning, but it all made sense now. Greg just let the white hot fire of rage building up inside him consume all that he was. That was the last straw. Greg’s worst fear had been realized. THE VOICE WAS RIGHT. He was powerless to stop himself now. He felt so bad for his poor wife; she had no idea. When he looked up at Amanda he could no longer see the mother of his children. He just saw a ruthless cruel teasing dominatrix that needed to be taught a lesson in manners… slowly. His manhood was already coursing with every stroke of his wife’s wiggly little toes through his underwear. In his aroused state he didn’t know what he was capable of…
“You know you’re right… It’s NOT fair!” Greg emphasized the word ‘not’ by grabbing his wife’s right ankle and bringing her foot to his mouth. He had been bottling his desires all day, and he was not playing that game anymore. Now it was time for him to have all the sadistic fun that he had been dreaming about. And he didn’t need ANYONE’S permission.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch my feet Greg…” Amanda arched her back and put both of her hands behind her. She increased the pressure of her left foot on Greg’s growing manhood and splayed the toes of her ultra-soft right foot out for his inspection and consumption. Truth be told, she was expecting this. The most exciting part of tormenting the imaginary Greg was imagining what he would do to her once her finally got free. She just bit her bottom lip playfully and waited for him to hungrily take her wiggling toes into his warm mouth. . She knew that Greg would be very eager as her other foot plays Russian roulette with his mounting arousal. Foot worship was always a nice appetizer for intercourse. The fantasy of being a Queen naturally lends itself to being bedded by a big strong knight.
“I make the rules, or have you forgotten pet.” Amanda’s eyes shot wide open. No matter what short term day dreams Amanda might entertain, she was always most responsive when Greg would just take control of her (little did she know, how deep the rabbit hole goes). Listening to his stern commands sent her hips churning. She just closed her eyes and pushed her foot closer and closer to his mouth. The fabric of her shirt was rubbing deliciously against her aching breasts with even her most subtle movements.
“No master… I haven’t forgotten…” Greg could not manage a response as his mouth devoured five writhing very sensitive toes. Amanda felt the warmth of his lips and tongue traveling up her legs and slamming home between her ever warming thighs.
“MMMMMMMM that feels so good…” Amanda could just moan in approval. Real Greg always knew how to give her exactly what she needed. She had been having too much fun teasing her master and she needed to be punished! She could only imagine the things that Greg would make her do in absence of being able to bind and tickle her. The idea of finally being bound to the bed the next morning unable to stop her evil husband from taking out his pent up frustrations on her poor defenseless knees only added to Amanda’s arousal.
Greg was gaining a foothold in his mind again. His wife was yielding to him. Greg always felt at ease when his wife shared her pleasure with him. She was usually so unselfish. Her toes were sneaking further and further into his underwear and the thought of waiting until morning to have his little tickle slave back didn’t bother him near as much. When her wiggly toes started caressing his bare skin all he could think about was getting her out of those clothes so that he could re-establish his male dominance properly. It may not be bound and laughing, but on her face with her head buried in the pillow would have to do tonight. That is until ‘it’ happened.
Greg knew IT happened! He just didn’t know what IT was. He knew his teeth had grazed against the underside of his wife’s squirming toes while they were in his mouth, but Greg honestly didn’t know if it was an accident, he did it on purpose, or someone “else” did it on purpose. Amanda let out a gentle squeal through her earthy moans but she didn’t say anything. Maybe she hadn’t notice. Greg tried to put it out of his mind but then it happened again more deliberately. Greg didn’t know what was happening. It was like he wasn’t in control of himself.
“Hehehehe Mm Greg… I said no nibbling baby… you can get my toes in the MORNING!” That did it. Greg made up his mind. He was going to release the monster that he was hiding inside of him for all these years. Greg was quickly becoming dizzy with arousal. His wife’s buttery soft feet had started it. Now the idea of The Taskmaster having his poor wife all to himself was throbbing in his temples. For so long, the conflict had waged within him and the time had finally arrived. Greg settled on his exact course of action and excused himself…
He took Amanda’s foot out of his mouth and looked up at his evil seductress. She thought she was so FUCKING cute. She thought that it was so fun to tease him. She thought it was so fun to use his affections against him. He could see that she was shamelessly aroused. Greg thought to himself how much worse this was all going to be for her with her nerves all standing at attention.
“Ohhhhh My god Amanda… You’re feet are so soft… Wait here I have to go to the bathroom… I’ll be right back…” Sociopaths are notoriously good with people. They know exactly how to stroke a person’s ego, gain trust, and get what they want. The dark side of Greg was no different.
Amanda just leaned into Greg and whispered into his ear, “Hurry back…” As a preview of things to come she wrapped her hand around his painful erection through his underwear. Greg could feel her soft hands even through the material. The feeling of her warm breath and her soft hand made him shudder. She let her soft sweet lips brush lightly on his neck as he got up to leave. It’s a shame really. 60 seconds ago there would have been a part of Greg that cared. Now it was too late to butter him up.
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll hurry back sweetie. Now, don’t you go anywhere!” He lovingly kissed her on the forehead as he went off to the bathroom. He could hear her giggle in the background. She just lay back on the couch and closed her eyes counting the seconds until he returned. Poor girl. She had no idea what his words meant.
Greg was set in his course, but he could not help the enormous feeling of Guilt that was weighing over him. He couldn’t put the guilt out of his mind. With the Guilt came a small leash on the beast that he so desperately wanted to let out. As Greg was taking out his leather restraints he kept trying to think of ways to get the guilt to go away. He had decided that since Amanda would undoubtedly be thrashing harder than she ever had before, that he would probably have to secure the leather cuffs to the bed first with the loose ends free so he could adjust and tie off her limbs as he secured them. After he finished tying the last cuff to the fourth corner of their large bed he had an epiphany. He saw the bottle of lotion on the side of the bed and it reminded him of the perfect idea to remove the specter of guilt from his sadistic intentions. He realized that the keys to the final leash for his monster didn’t belong to him. They literally belonged to Amanda. In order for the final release, she would have to summon the very demon that would devour every fiber of her being. Greg had devised the perfect way to induce her to push him enough to finally transform once and for all.
Greg walked confidently back to the sofa. His beautiful wife was waiting for him eagerly. She sat up on the couch, eyes wide, her eyes looking at him adoringly, her nipples poking through her shirt, her back arched, her feet tucked underneath her. She was so beautiful. He had to get her to unlock his deepest fears quickly because he could feel the guilt raising with her every smile like a cloud over his darkening mind. He sat down next to his wife on the couch and she literally pounced on him. She straddled his lap and took his tongue into her waiting mouth. Greg could not help but pt his hands against her lewdly churning hips. As they shared their fiery breath Amanda made sure to display her firm chest proudly against Greg’s. She let her fingernails massage his scalp and her feet tucked under her were massaging his inner thigh with deadly accuracy. The waves of his wife’s affections crashed over him violently as her passions became his. She was giving him so much pleasure. It was hard for Greg to focus on the diabolical task at hand with his loving Wife reminding him of how sweet she could be.
Greg loved Amanda. That didn’t change. He didn’t want to hurt her. He just wanted to make her understand how he felt. He wanted to make her experience a dread and fear the likes of which she had never dreamed of in her sweetest nightmares. He wanted her to see the blackness in him that he had to fight every day to keep her safe. He wanted her to know the evil that he had to fight all day while she teased it cruelly. He wanted her to feel the panic of loosing control as he had in this very moment. He wanted her to feel the helplessness that he felt giving in to his most demonic desires (desires that he had never even told his wife about). More than anything he wanted her to just feel. Ever since this morning he has been even more conscious of the barriers that Amanda puts up. He wanted to take all of them away from her, so that she could just let go and feel.
Right now one thing that Greg was feeling was Amanda grinding furiously on top of him. Amanda was being a little bit more aggressive than usual and Greg still liked it. He loved the idea of his proud beautiful lioness lying bound before him screaming at the top of her lungs for his mercy. As his mouth searched hers he promised himself that this night above all other nights that she would mean every single FUCKING word of her screams-and every single desperate word would go… unanswered.
It’s almost as though Amanda knew what he was thinking and now wanted to make it as hard as possible for him. She took his hands in hers and placed them on her ribcage. She then broke away from his lips and looked at him with such a warm smile. She bent over and let her sweet warm voice tickle his ears as her teeth grazed his ear lobe. “You deserve a little reward… thank you for being so good today… hehe!”
The guilt was just swimming behind Greg’s eyes. He felt so bad. He couldn’t help but take up her invitation. He felt her wrap her arms so tightly around him. She braced herself and nibbled Greg’s earlobe to ease her tension. Her warm breath was like a dream as her hands massaged Greg’s scalp as she prepared for her playful tickling.
Greg started lightly probing her sensitive ribs. He was already painfully erect. Every twitch of her body was grinding right up against him. He could feel Amanda gently start squirming and it sent him ablaze. There wasn’t even an audible response yet, and Greg’s tickle lust was already getting the better of him.
“Hehe that *TICKLES* hehe” She was so cute. She knew how to melt him into a million pieces. She just sat on his lap, snuggled tightly against him and laughed into his ear while he lightly tickled her ribs. She was so perfect. She was his Wife. She was the only woman in the world that he cared about. As hard as the day had been she gave him this final act of kindness. The whole time that she was writhing on his lap she never stopped massaging his scalp or kissing his ear lobe. It felt so good. The pleasure was like a warm sensual blanket that he was wrapped up in. This is what tickling Amanda did to him.
The worst part was that there was nothing he could do. Amanda’s fate was already sealed. Her ticklish executioner was already dancing deep inside Greg and making his way to the surface. As much as her laughter and squirming aroused his feelings of love for her, it aroused in The Taskmaster the hatred of having been denied it all day long.
The difference between his deepest love and his deepest hatred for his beautiful wife manifest itself in his icy cold cloud of guilt. He knew what he was going to do to her. He knew how he was going to do it. He just felt terrible about it. Amanda lightly grabbed his hands and pushed them to his side. She looked him in the eyes. Her hazel eyes pierced him. He feared that he would see the evil inside him.
“Now… how do you want me to make it all up to you Greg… you have been so patient letting me catch my breath for the day… what can I do to make it all bettttttttttter…?” She let her hair frame her pretty face as she looked at her handsome husband. She knew that he deserved something. Things were always interesting when he got creative.
This was finally his opening. This was exactly what he had been waiting for. He had thought of the answer while he was setting her trap. There were only thee words that need be said… “Hold still Amanda.” Greg said them with a sternness that really hit home with Amanda. She loved it when he took control of her. Remembering this very morning, she knew it was one of his favorite games. Really it’s what she needs right now. She has been so naughty all day. She thought she needed to be punished a little bit more. She had no doubts which position Greg would want her in. His affair with her perfect feet was almost a thing of legend.
In her sleek sultry whisper she just replied simply, “welllllll, you know I’ll try… but you might have to REMIND me…”
“Oh don’t worry I will, sweetheart. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it!” Like a mouse to cheese Amanda was falling into Greg’s perfectly set trap. She leaned back on his lap and started unbuckling her pants. She wanted the penalty to be as bad as possible. She pulled down her zipper slowly and licked her lips to accentuate the fires burning deep within her. Greg was amazed to see the lace see through panties. They did little to conceal the dampness that his deliberate attentions had caused. She put her arms on Greg’s shoulders inviting him to take the next step. She was so romantic.
“These too sweet heart… no protection for you…” Greg let his hands wrap suggestively around her firm buns as he slid her panties down around her thighs like her pants.
“Ohhhh no, not my panties Greg… please don’t pull down my panties… hehe?” He could hear the lust in her voice. He pointed for her to assume her position. She again grabbed a pillow and placed it firmly under her chest to help arch her back. She flipped her long hair so that it was draped over her shoulders. She arched her back even more when she felt Greg’s strong hand begin to firmly massage her tight bare bottom. He felt his left arm holding her quivering calves and she pointed her toes up at him invitingly.
“You know what happens if you move right…” Greg couldn’t help but explore the small of her back under her shirt while massaging his fetching target.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmm I get *Spanked.*” That extra emphasis sent a chill all the way through Greg’s body and landed in his aching balls. He loved her enthusiasm for being disciplined. The way she eroticized it was helping the guilt to away and The Taskmaster was coming more to the forefront.
Seeing Amanda enjoy her spanking was only part of the plan. He also needed to be reminded about how naughty she has been. It needed to be her voice commanding him. “Honey… I want you to do something really special for me…!”
Amanda could barely hear Greg. Her hardening clit had found a nice little wrinkle in the couch material that was positively electrifying. It poked its ultra-sensitive head out more and more to greet it. Her breathing had altered slightly and Greg could see that… “Uhhhh huhhhhhhh!” She would agree to almost anything. She just had a hard time concentrating on speaking knowing what was about to happen to her.
“I really love it when you tease me Amanda… I want you to tease me about how I can’t nibble your feet right now while I am kissing them and licking them. You have been driving me crazy with that all day… It really turns me on sweetie…” Sociopaths are notoriously good with people. They know how to stroke a person’s ego, gain their trust, and get exactly what they want. Greg wants to destroy his wife. He wants to torture her beyond the limits of her very humanity. He wants to let the purest evil within him have her for the very first time. He NEEDS to here that domineering teasing tone again that provokes him so much. He needs that to make the guilt go away and allow his greatest release. He has packaged it in the form of Amanda’s very pride. That is the pride that she takes in the ability to turn him on beyond all measure.
‘Awwwwww, it’s not like I was doing it on PURPOSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Greg could feel the guilt washing away. His greatest suspicions were being confirmed. It felt so good. He was finally able to start letting go. He just focused as much as he could on the backs of Amanda’s legs. He would play with them for hours tonight no matter how bad it was for his naughty little tease. “And you’re right… You are so not allowed to nibble my feet Greg… you can’t touch my feet with your teeth one bit. Hehe”
Amanda’s mind was swimming. Greg was actually getting a kick (silly girl) out of her new found malice. The thought of Greg becoming aroused more and more from her evil teasing was maddening.
Greg was getting much more aroused but for a different reason. Every time that Amanda told him that he was not allowed to scrape his teeth on her feet he felt a little bit more of his mask die. The guilt was washing away. He used his tongue over the length of Amanda’s sole and the results were delicious. In her sensitized state there was no way that she could hold still. She began flexing her lower leg muscles furiously to try and deal with the *ticklish* sensations on the bottoms of her feet.
“I said… hold *smack* still *smack*” Greg was still tracing his tongue along her heal when she squirmed for the first time. He could see as he playfully spanked his naughty little housewife, that she only arched her back, ground her hips into the couch, and grunt in lewd approval.
“Mmmmm *ohhhhhh* mmmmm hehehe *ohhhhhh* mmmm now remember Greg *ohhhh* no nibbling hehehehe *ohhhh* you are not allowed heheh *ohhhhhh* to nibble *ohhh* my ticklish *ooohhhhhh* toes… hehehe *ohhhhhhhh* not even hehehe *ohhhhh* a little *ohhhhho* hehehe *Ohhhhhh* bit mmmmmmmmmmmm” The duality of the situation was terribly intoxicating for Amanda.
On the one hand her feet were being licked and kissed deliciously causing little tickles on the back of her clitoris. Whenever she squirmed or writhed away she was being PUNISHED. That word alone just sent her hips grinding even harder into the fabric of the couch. If Greg kept this up she would have another orgasm just from his light tickling and playful spanking.
Then there was the new sensation of telling Greg what he couldn’t have. That sensation made her feel more sexually powerful. She knew how badly he wanted to nibble her feet, hold her down and make her scream. Denying him that only made her poor nipples throb even more. She couldn’t help but rub them into the pillow even harder as she arched her back and licked her lips enjoying her plight immensely.
Greg could see the effect that this was having on poor Amanda. He could see her hips gyrating. He could see her squeezing the pillow suggestively to her firm breasts. He could hear the erotic desperation in her voice. And he could hear her merciless teasing about him not being able to nibble her toes the way he so desperately wanted to. With every passing second Greg Spanked his wife harder and harder. The Taskmaster within him was now fully in control. He was just waiting for the right opportunity to pounce on his poor defenseless slave girl while she was in the middle of her lewd display.
As Greg spanked harder, Amanda’s breathing became more desperate, her clit rubbed more firmly into the couch, her woman hood became dripping wet, and the electric tickly sensations on the soles of her feet only made her nipples throb more and more. Her eyes were still closed. She just wanted to sit back and let the conflicting emotions and feelings rip her to pieces until there was nothing left of her except sheer ecstasy. She could not help but grunt louder and louder as her penalty for moving became firmer and firmer. She felt so guilty that she was shamelessly wiggling her tight little ass on purpose just so Greg would have an excuse to spank her. She had to bite her lip to keep from just begging him to take her across his knee… maybe later. She could not stop her earthy moans from being a true indication of how thoroughly she was enjoying her delicious predicament. Her indiscretion earlier had emboldened her and for some reason she felt the overwhelming sensation to touch herself without Greg’s permission. She didn’t know where these strange new feelings were coming from. She was only sure that they were sure to overpower her.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm heheheheeh *ohhhhhhh* hehehehe *ohhhhhhh* you better not *ohhhhho* nibble on my toes Greg *ohhhhhhhhhh* hehehe*ohhhh* I won’t let you play with them the entire trip!!!” Greg’s manhood could take no more. Seeing his wife’s hips grinding into the sofa, hearing her giggles mixed with her low moans of pleasure seasoned by her lewd grunts as he spanked her firm ass were all marinating in his aching balls.
He finally took his hand off of his wife’s once again pink behind to find a new target. He reached underneath her exposed hips and probed between her thighs to find a hardened clit moist and ripe for merciless teasing. As he massaged her clit between two fingers SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWLY he took her toes into his mouth and stopped his casual licking of her soles. Now he was deliberately trying to take her right to the edge of orgasm. He knew that she would be the most vulnerable to his tickle torture if he captured her right on the edge of cumming. She would also be able to put up less of a fight, not that it mattered. One of the things that Amanda loved the most about Greg was that he was so big and strong. She would not stand a chance against him if he decided to overpower her. Amanda would be painfully reminded of that fact sooner than she thought…
“Ohhhhhhh My god….. Ohhhh My godd… please don’t stop. Just a little firmer…. Please Greg… please master?” Hearing her call him master shook something in the Taskmaster. The last twinge of the old Greg heard it. It was his loving wife. He tried to fight against the bondage of his own rage but then… “Ohhhhh yessss… suck my toes just like that hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm and you better not nibble them either… oh god… please don’t stop…”
Amanda’s hips were grinding all over Greg’s hand. He could see the muscles in her ass clinching and releasing as she was working herself to an earth shattering orgasm. Greg could see the pink that he caused on her muscles. Seeing the fruits of his *stinging* labor added greatly to the sadistic fire that had consumed him. It reminded him of what he could do to her. It reminded him of what he planned to do to her. He lightly increased the pressure on Amanda’s clit and began to lightly graze his starved teeth on the pads of her flexing toes.
Amanda just giggled to herself. She thought it was just part of the game. She thought that he was just playing with her to intensify her climax. It made sense to her. The sharp sensation of his teeth on her supple toes only shot to the back of her throbbing woman hood and made her nipples rub delightfully against the pillow through her thin shirt. She was so short of breath from her lust that she could barely breathe. She could not believe how bad Greg was being and it turned her on even further. She could only gasp and moan as his cruel light touches on her clitoris became firmer and firmer pushing her closer and closer to her edge. She didn’t mind the light nibbling but she felt the need to continue his teasing at Greg’s own request…
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm Naughty….Boy huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I told you no Mmmmmmmmmmmmm Teeth…….Your so bad, Greg……huhhhhhhhhh make it up to your foot Queen!” She couldn’t help but crinkle her nose as she announced her new title. Greg must have liked it because he began to furiously rub his hand lewdly all over her amazingly wet pussy and clitoris.
Her hips took on a new level of desperation with Greg’s new deliberate caress. “Awwwwwwww does someone want to cumm?” The mouse was already sitting on his evil trap. All he had to do now was snap it. To accentuate his comment he lightly grazed his teeth again on her squirming soft toes.
“EEEEEEeeee Yes yes yes, pelase EEEEEEEEEE!” She squealed delightfully. This was so diabolical. The taskmaster almost felt bad for Amanda… almost.
He didn’t even offer her a response. He just pinched her clit between his thumb and his forefinger. He used his middle finger to stroke up and down the very tip of her throbbing slick pearl. Amanda’s entire body began to shudder. She was getting that greasy feeling in her stomach again and the pressure in her lower body was terrible. To make matters worse for our heroine, Greg’s teeth were grazing more consistently and firmly on the base of her toes… She felt the deliberate tickling sensations shoot up her legs. It added to the intensity of the fire but also kept it bottled up in her womanhood. She couldn’t take it. She needed to cumm so badly. The laughter began to pour from deep inside her once again. She started giggling in between her earthy moans of pleasure and The Taskmaster loved it. He had his beautiful slave girl right where he wanted her.
“Please heheheheheheheheheehehe please master ohhhhhhh please don’t nibble mmmmm hhehehehehehehehe please make me cum please I need to cumm heheheheeh plese stop nibbling?” Amanda was slithering like a snake. The erotic sensations had more control over her muscles than she did. She was going to burst if she didn’t explode all over Greg’s knowing hand soon. She loved him so much for making her wait. It always made the eventual eruption all the more volcanic.
“I make the FUCKING RULES Amanda… or have you Forgotten?!” Amanda had heard the words before but never that tone. It sent a chill down her spine. Fear only added to the lust between her thighs while Greg had his hand there working her towards the heaven just beyond her grasp. To her dismay, Greg grabbed a hold of her calves and let his teeth wander all over her sensitized feet. The burning within her had no where to go and the Taskmaster loved it to no end. Every scream of laughter and every grunt of frustration fueled his sadism to newer and newer heights. He had been waiting for over ten years to have his pretty slave ALL to himself.
As his teeth found every wrinkle on her ticklish soles Amanda just couldn’t take it. Her feet were far too soft for this kind of treatment. She could do nothing but lay there and thrash. She tried with every muscle in her body to pry her feet away from the Taskmaster. His Grip was far too tight. The helplessness washed over her in an uncomfortable wave. There was something different about it tonight. It was very different. Something inside her could sense a danger that she had never known before, and the way that she perceived even the tiniest sensation was both changed and horribly amplified. She was beginning to be very afraid. She didn’t understand why. Greg had nibbled her feet and massaged her clit thousands of times.
What was so different? The same force that had guided her to tease him was now making her feel uneasy just being around him. The fact that despite her desperate thrashing his hand never broke contact with her clitoris was surprisingly disturbing. She sensed coldness in his precision. It was almost like it wasn’t even the Greg that she knew anymore or at least the Greg she thought she knew. The one thing she was sure of was that right now she had to get out of this situation. Something about it just felt wrong. She felt unsafe for the first time with Greg and it scared every bone in her body. She hated that he was forcing her to mix these negative emotions with arousal.
“Ohhhhhh god please ahheheahhehaehahahahaehahehaehahe Stop just stop ahahaehahaehaehahehaheaheahaehahe please just stop Greg pleasseaeaeaeaeaee please oh god just stop…” The Taskmaster almost forgot who she was talking about when he said that name. It felt strangely foreign to him. He pushed the thought aside as he relished in her desperate screams. These were REAL screams. They were not playful screams to only encourage further torment. Anyone could produce those. Amanda was afraid. She was really afraid. The ability to make someone afraid was real power. Anyone can use a feather… To be able to torment someone’s mind and make them truly afraid of you is what satisfies a true sadist. Before this night was over, the Taskmaster was going to make poor helpless Amanda literally terrified.
Amanda started kicking purposefully now. Then, without warning The Taskmaster’s hand shot up to her ribcage and began to probe furiously. Amanda could not take it. She was driven far away from the edge of her orgasmic bliss, but she still had a desperate burning sense of arousal. Every nerve in Amanda’s body was tingly already and the deliberate tickling sent her absolutely out of her mind. All that she could do was let out the river of desperation within her in the form of sweet hysterical pleas for mercy…
“Oh please Greg ahahahahahahahahahahahhah ahahahaha please stop ahahahhahahaha I can’t take it ahahhaahhahahahahha not there ahahahahaha stop just fucking stop hahehehehreheeheheehehehehehe!” Amanda had never been tickled like this before. This was something out of one of her nightmares. Greg was not playfully probing her. Greg was maliciously digging into her rib cage to cause it to explode through the back of her throat in mindless desperate laughter. Greg was violently raking his teeth over her wriggling soles and flexing toes with terrifying precision and a perfectly light touch.
The Taskmaster was maximizing her ‘tickle zones’ to a point Amanda didn’t think possible, and it scared her to no end. With every passing second the only thing that she could think about was how big Greg was and that she had no chance of defending herself. This would go on as long as he wanted it to go on. The hammers of fear went coursing through her temples and washing over her in warm baths of desperate terror. Every plea that went unanswered was just another life line taken away from her as she sank deeper and deeper into the abyss of her purest pure dread.
“Stop please hahahahahahahahahahaha just fucking stop just fucking stop hehaheahehaehaehhe” There was something about Amanda’s cursing that sent the Taskmaster ablaze. She was normally a picture of such suburban class. She tended her garden, took her kids to soccer practice, she made dinner, etc. Seeing her reduced to a cursing screaming thrashing hysterically laughing mess made The Taskmaster drunk with insane lust. He knew that he had the power to take her mask off and get to the fiery passions of fear and despair that coursed through her very core.
As suddenly as the vicious assault started it paused. Greg pulled her torso over his lap and bent down to whisper in his wife’s ears. He pinned her arms high above her head with his strong hands. She was trapped under him and she knew it. Amanda hated him. Amanda hated everything about him. She hated the way he made her feel. She really hated that there was nothing in the world that she could do to stop him. She hated herself for being so afraid of him.
“You have such a dirty little mouth for such a pretty little pet. I am going to have to teach you some manners, darling.” The Taskmaster relished finally being able to kiss his slave girl with his own lips. He has had to watch someone else have all his fun for far too long. He hungrily nibbled at her neck and kissed her on the cheek as he tormented her with his cold words.
Amanda knew who this man was but she didn’t. She knew it was Greg, but it didn’t feel like the husband she knew. He kissed her passionately but not lovingly exactly. It was more like he was taking and not sharing. The sensation made her skin crawl the likes of which she could not fully comprehend. Right now she did not want Greg to touch her. She did not want to be near him at all, but she had no place to go. She had to just lay there pinned under his body weight and sulk in her own puddle of fear.
“Greg… please stoppp… you’re scaring me…” Amanda whimpered almost to the point of a sob. She has never been this afraid of her husband. She felt completely and utterly powerless and at his mercy.
The Taskmaster delighted in the arousal of her deepest fears. He didn’t want to rush away this moment in which he would take the virginity of her sweetest horrors. “Ohhhhhhh is the little baby scared…? Am I scaring you Amanda?” Greg pressed his hardness against her bared bottom. Amanda let out a horrified gasp “This is what it does to me when I scare you Amanda…!” She couldn’t believe that her husband was getting so aroused from doing this to her. What had come over him?
Greg’s icy words did nothing to help ease her discomfort. The emotions bouncing around in Amanda’s mind were twisted into a net. She couldn’t tell exactly what she was feeling. The one thing that she knew was that she didn’t like it. The feelings all had one thing in common, utter unadulterated fear.
“Do you have any idea what I am going to do to you Amanda?” The Taskmaster’s voice told Amanda what she needed to know. He was taking his time. The Taskmaster wanted her to be in complete and utter terror the entire time. He wanted to make her feel more dread and despair than she had ever felt before. He was doing this because it fed the darkness deep inside him. A darkness hat she feared she was going to have to endure until it had its fill of her deranged screams.
“Please don’t Greg please… I am so scared Greg… please don’t do this… not like this… I can’t take it Greg… I don’t like it…” Amanda could hide her emotions no more. There was no guard, no teasing façade, and no smart comment. There was just fear. Her voice was literally quivering with anxiety and apprehension.
“Oh well that’s too bad Slave girl… I like it… That’s all that matters…I’m going to tie you up in your favorite position, Slave girl… I am going to tie you spread out on the bed… just like an eagle… then I am going to blindfold you so you can’t see me… then I am going to torture every inch of your body, Slave girl… Don’t worry though… I know how sensitive your quads are when they are stretched tight in a line like that… I am going to save them for last… I am going to tickle them worse than I have ever tickled them before pet… I am going to make this the worst torture that you have ever been through in your entire life and I don’t give a shit how it makes you feel…. You know why? Because it makes my dick hard, Slave. Right now that is all I am doing this for… I want to torture you because I get off on seeing you scared out of your Fucking mind…” The Taskmaster loved the sensation of seeing his words sink into Amanda’s skull. He had waited so long. She had been spared by his alter ego so many times. Now he was gone and now the demon that was locked inside is the only thing left. He was summoned by the teasing of the very helpless little tickle slave quivering and writhing beneath him…
Amanda could only start to gently sob down into the pillow. The sea of dreaded emotions leaked from her teary eyes to stain casing of the soft material. She was so terrified. She had no idea what lay in store for her… “Master please?” She deduced that she was dealing with Greg’s most sadistic side. This was her last ditch effort. It had to work.
Greg bent down and lovingly comforted his wife. He wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her more lovingly on the neck and earlobes than he ever had in her entire life. He made the loving “shhhhhhhhhh” sound to quiet her emotions. He rubbed the tension from her shoulders and held her so tightly. He lightly brought his lips to her ear… “There there honey. It’s okay now… it’s okay… it’s almost over…”
“Oh God thank you Greg… I was so…” Her temporary glimmer of hope was cut far to short by the realization of Greg’s intentions.
“Don’t worry… I promise you… It will be much worse than what you are thinking of…. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my naughty little FUCKING tease of a slave girl now would I? What kind of a monster do you think it am? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahah” The Taskmaster had just achieved perfection. He had only been free for a few minutes and he already mimicked Greg’s mannerisms to perfection. He was now free to put his servant’s emotions on his personal yo yo for his enjoyment and his alone… not even hers.
Amanda was lost. She felt as if she was hanging over a pit and the final string had just been cut. The Taskmaster’s demented laughter haunted her to no end. She did everything within her power to get free. She knew it would fail but she had to try. She started kicking wildly, screaming at the top of her lungs and flailing her arms like a mad woman. This was all greeted by not only futility of her actions, but the fact that they were only arousing The Taskmaster even more.
“I hate you I fucking hate you, I swear to god I fucking hate you… let me go… I said fucking let me go… god damn it let me go please let me go…” Amanda was sobbing freely now. The fear had consumed her entirely. There was nothing left but the fear and a slight ray of hope. The hope was that somewhere deep inside this thing on top of her that her husband still existed. The sad truth was that in reality this was her husband. He was just finally brave enough to take off his mask…
“That’s it honey… let it all go… you have been holding this back from me for our entire marriage… let it all go… what you don’t let me have.. I promise I am going to take it from you… SLOWLY…” The Taskmaster took his slave girl over his shoulder kicking and screaming.
The Taskmaster was so happy that Amanda had finally broken through to her real feelings. He felt so proud of himself. She banged her fists into his back. She cursed him. She called him names. She cried onto the back of his shirt. She screamed at the top of her lungs. It was all music to the Taskmaster’s ears. Finally she was letting go. He had helped her stop hiding. Maybe she would even thank him later… if she could speak…!
The Taskmaster threw the slave girl down onto the bed. Amanda was still screaming and cursing and begging for mercy. It was so cute. He always loved this part of her but today it was so genuine. It was like the first smell of flowers in the spring, or the first kiss of air off the morning sea. Her thrashing was perfect. She was really trying to get away from him. She was desperately trying to keep her limbs from being pinned down. Her gyrations were like a sweet ballet of desperation. Next time he would definitely have to tape record this. She sees the leather straps tied to the four posts of the bed. She looks so scared. If she only knew… He pressed himself across her mid section that was still bare from their little GAME. His slave was so gullible.
He inched the pants down her kicking legs. Didn’t she realize she was helping him? Silly girl! Before even The Taskmaster knew it her pants were off. He took in the sight of her bare legs kicking wildly. It made his heart melt. She wasn’t holding back any of her reactions. She was so unselfish (or maybe just helpless).
He could see her freshly pedicured feet. The things he was going to do to them. She had been teasing him with them all day and now it was his turn to torture them. He pinned her arms over her head and started inching her shirt up her torso. She was so helpless there he had to increase her discomfort. Every inch of flesh that was bared was met with a server tickling. He massaged her hips wickedly. The vicious gyrations of her body fighting the unbearable sensations were like a full body massage from a spa to The Taskmaster. He could tell form the look in her eyes that she couldn’t take it. That was good. Reactions are always purest beyond a person’s limits he thought to himself.
“Ohhhhhhhh god not there ahahhaahahahahahahhahha please Greg don’t hahahahahahahahahah tickle me ahahahahahahahahahhaha I can’t take it ahhaahhahaha I can’t fucking take it hahahahahahahahaha!” Her desperation was beginning to get to him. The throbbing between his legs was becoming more and more present as her helplessness ran through him. He was the true sadist. The more his victim suffered the more sexually aroused he became.
Amanda could tell that he was drunk with lust. She could see the way that he was looking at her. It was like he was in a trance. He heard what she was saying but she didn’t think he was listening. He was too transfixed on making sure that every nerve in her entire body was tormented past her breaking point. When he got to her hollows it was all over. Her shirt was over her head and her nipples were unfortunately still erect and on display. She hated the fact that he could see her arousal. She had never been uncomfortable being naked in front of Greg before, but tonight was different. She wanted to be fully clothed and as far away from him as possible. The tension between what she wanted and what was happening manifested itself in the form of absolute terror and it was written all across her face.
The Taskmaster threw Amanda’s shirt aside. Now she lay naked before him. He held her arms above her head and he just sat there admiring his prize. She couldn’t bear to look at him. He was The Taskmaster. Before him, she rightly trembled. Her refusal to look him in the eye validated his awesome power.
He increased her discomfort exponentially when he licked from the side of her breasts all the way up to her cheek. Amanda had loved the touch of his tongue on her bare skin so much, but now it just felt disgusting. She wanted more than anything to break free and get away but there was no where to go and no where to save her. The Taskmaster has his precious morsel right where he wants her. There is nothing that anyone can do to stop him now.
“Don’t worry slave... I haven’t forgotten how much you love to be tied spread eagle… I thought that for our first real night together I would start with your favorite… you see how generous I am… hahahahahaha!” The Taskmaster knew that was a phobia of hers. Making her deal with her worst fears is what he lives for. He wants to see that panic grip every fiber of her being and not be able to go anywhere.
He takes both of her arms over to the top right hand corner of the bed forcefully. He is so strong and she is so tiny. He could literally tie her against her will with one hand behind his back. This is what Amanda used to love so much about Greg. Now it was the source of her deepest hatred. He leaned his entire body weight on every part of Amanda, but her left arm that he pinned next to the post of the bed. He just hummed to himself while she screamed. He took his time tying a very tight knot with the leather strap. He didn’t want his poor little slave girl getting loose and spoiling his fun.
“Don’t tie me up like this Greg…. Please don’t do it…. Please you know what it will do to me… you’re fucking scaring me… stop it right now… you’re fucking scaring me… I mean it… this isn’t a fucking joke Greg… Stop it right now… I can’t take this… I promise I’ll do anything… please just stop okay… stop…!” She was being honest. She was broken down to her most basic feelings. The Taskmaster loved to hear her desperate requests. He wasn’t listening though. Not tonight. He had plans for this one.
“Silly little slave girl… I have already shown you what it feels like to know that I inspire such great fear in you!” Just then Amanda became even more aware of the growing inside Greg’s pants. Why did she have to be such a tease? What got into her today? She had never felt like that or like this before in her life. What was it? Deep down Amanda wished that this whole day would just go away.
After The Taskmaster secured all of Amanda’s limbs to the bed, he stepped off to watch her struggle desperately. She was tied perfectly spread eagle to the four corners of their bed. Every muscle was stretched out as tight as possible. She could not move an inch. She grabbed a hold of the leather straps and pulled for all she was worth. The Taskmaster just chuckled to himself. She was going to tire herself out way too fast like that. He didn’t say anything. This was going to be a night of lessons and he figured that he could just add that one to the list. He stripped off his shirt pants and underwear. He wanted to feel the cool air of the room kiss every inch of his skin while he consummated his utter dominance with his helpless bride. She looked so beautiful and so defenseless. As he was undressing the soundtrack of her unbridled emotions was delicious. It hade his manhood throb with excitement.
“Why are you doing this to me Greg…? I am sorry… I swear to God I’m sorry… Just tell me what I did… whatever it is I promise that I am sorry… I will never do it again… please I am sorry… please just let me go… Just FUCKING LET ME GOOO PLEASE…” Amanda’s demented pleas descended into hysterical screaming rather quickly. It made the demon before her pulse with excitement. He crawled onto the bed next to her wearing his mock Greg facade…
“Don’t worry sweetie… I know how tough this is for you… I understand…” He kissed her lightly on the forehead…
“Does that mean that you are going to let me go baby?” Amanda looked up at him with all the hope in the world.
“No… it just means that I am not going to make you watch me destroy every nerve in your body… SWEEETHEART hahahahahahaha!” Amanda swore that The Taskmaster’s demented laughter was the worst part. He waited for just this moment to put the blindfold over her eyes. Now she couldn’t even see the horrible things that he was planning to do to her. The uncertainty only added to the anticipation. The blindfold was only on for a few second before it was lightly dampened with the first of what would prove to be many tears of fear, anxiety, despair, and…
To be continued…
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