Ave_Luna
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It was my birthday and apparently my wife, Emma, had something very special planned. She had been buzzing around excitedly all week. I had it figured out weeks ago. A surprise party. I hated these things. The idea of my co-workers from the office and my friends mingling together just doesn't sit right. It seems to put a rip in the fabric of my reality. It's like seeing that stripper that gave you a lap dance last night shopping in Wal-Mart. It would freak you out too. Anyway, I'm sitting at work and lunch time rolls around. No one has said anything to me yet and I have not heard from Emma. Around 4:30 I get a text from her saying that she was stopping for a drink with the girls after work and that she would meet me at home . Okay, I thought, maybe it's not a surprise party. That would explain the lack of snickering behind my back from co-workers. I'm pretty relieved but still on edge. The rest of my day is spent trying to figure out what Emma could be up to and by the drive home I have all kinds of ideas floating around in my head. None of them came close.
I arrived home to find the driveway empty as I had hoped. I went in and threw my stuff on the couch. There was a message on the answering machine. Odd, since we both had our cells and no one usually called during the day. I pushed the button and Emma's sensual voice filled the room:
"Hello slave, I hope you are ready for your present. Strip and wait for me blindfolded in the bedroom." Her tone meant that tonight was for playing. My heart started to pound with my growing excitement.
Emma rarely did this. It's a fetish of mine but she finds it difficult to be dominant. Occasionally though, she will find a gem of a scenario that she can really get into. It was in these moments that I saw her true potential as a domme.
I did as Emma said and sat waiting on my knees. I had no idea how long I would be waiting so I decided to entertain myself with fantasies. I have this one fantasy that no one, not even Emma, knows about. I have this secret fascination with being tickled. I haven't bee tickled since my teenage years but in my fantasies Emma takes the reigns and really gives it to me. She starts off slow and sensual, making me twitch with pleasure. Then slowly she starts to dig her fingers into my ribs, hitting sensitive spots all over my body. I picture her as having this large, evil grin on her face as she grabs my feet and starts tickling between my toes with her tongue. This is about as far as I've made it, the toe thing usually gets me.
I'm wondering where this fantasy could take me next when I hear the front door crack open. My anticipation builds with every click of her heels. I hear the bedroom door open softly and I can suddenly smell her perfume. I feel her hands gently but firmly guiding me to the bed. As I sit she puts a finger to my lips telling me to remain quiet. I do as she signals. She arranges me into a spread-eagle position and cuffs me down. I hear her disappear into the hallway. A few painstaking minutes later I feel her hand on my arm, startling me. She has removed her shoes and it's harder for me to hear where she is at. There's some rustling noises in various parts of the room. For the first time, Emma speaks. "I have treasures to be used on you hidden all around the room." The low hum of a vibrator fills my ears. She places the vibrator right beneath my balls. As she moves around the bed I hear her pick up something. I feel her hand brush my nipple making it instantly erect. Emma sits down next to me.
"I want you to guess what this object is," she tells me. Then I feel a fluttery touch trace itself across my chest. I immediately knew what it was but I stalled out of fear and excitement. My mouth had gone dry. "It's a feather," I replied as calmly as I could. "Good, now tell me what you think I am going to do with this feather." I froze. Did she know or was this a part of something else? "I guess you are going to tickle me." My voice was a lot steadier than I imagined it was going to be. Emma was tracing whimsical patterns over me now. "You're right." As she said it my heart leapt. Finally, my fantasy was going to come true! A second of panic struck me though. Why was she doing this particular thing? Of all the fetishes in the world why was it my secret one? "And you're wrong." Broken from my thoughts, I was suddenly confused. "Ok, now I'm a little lost." "Don't worry about it. Just relax" I felt her weight suddenly shift on the bed. She removed the vibrator from underneath my balls and I yelped as it ended up under my arm. It was exhilarating, these little tingles crawling down my side.
"Ok," came Emma's throaty voice, "I'm ready to give you your present now, birthday boy." Another shift of her weight and then I felt her warm breasts pressed against me. She lifted up so that only her nipples touched me and began to slide them slowly over my body. I almost couldn't control my giggling. I had no idea I would still be so ticklish after all these years. Emma must have noticed my efforts. "My, my. You wouldn't happen to be ticklish would you? How lucky for me!" She came up to my ears and began to suck on my lobes, all the while her nipples were driving me crazy. Without warning she got up. I started to protest but Emma put her finger to my lips again. "Shhh, it's worth it, I promise." I heard her pad out of the room; her bare feet brushing the hardwood floor, leaving me cuffed and helpless.
My heart was racing so fast that I did not hear her re-enter the room. By the time I heard her it was too late, I felt her straddle me and then her fingers sought my armpits. I was under attack and I loved it. Still trying to keep my cool, I stifled as many giggles as possible. How did she know? I was trying to convince myself to just let go when I felt a pair of nails scratch my feet. It was a quick, barely there kind of scratch but it made me twitch all the same. "What the hell was that?" "What was what, silly?" Again the nails scraped my feet. Emma was giggling but never let up on her attack. She had brought a friend. Panic gripped me and I began to thrash a little harder. Emma knowing was one thing, but having her friends know was another. Suddenly there was and attack from the side. Another friend.....how many were there? Emma...1....2. Unable to control myself under the 6 handed tickling assault, I let out a torrent of embarrassing high pitched laughter. I was terribly distraught but the ticklers were definitely winning the battle. I was bound and helpless and beginning to become disoriented. My skin was electric and my erection was giving me away. I could feel it pressing against the silk of Emma's panties. I remember vaguely wondering if they were wet because of her or me. Well, at least her friends couldn't see it.
As if hearing my thoughts and wanting to humiliate me, Emma stood up. I was exposed and still under attack. Any effort to cover myself was futile. The tickling of my armpits resumed but it was not Emma. This was a third friend. This one had long nails; nails that were slowly, softly tracing little circles that were working their way down my side. I was lost in this sensation. The others, taking their cue from my reactions, slowed down. The feeling conjured images of warm grass tickling bare feet. So lost in my thoughts was I that I almost didn't realize that Emma was crawling back on top of me. The tickling continued and I felt her take me into her warm familiar mouth. This couldn't be happening. As Emma's pace picked up so did the tickling. They were teasing me, varying speeds. The tickler at my feet decided to take things a little further by sucking on my toes. As Emma's head would bob down, the toe sucker would dart her tongue between my toes. The long torturous nails were working their way toward my ears, a spot that I was sure would be a weakness. I was right. As the creeping nails reached their goal I began to giggle uncontrollably. My head frantically flopped back and forth in an attempt to escape. Everything slowed for a second. Emma stopped and I heard some shifting around me. They were switching positions. I felt someone climb back on top of me. "Emma?" "Yes, dear?" "Just checking."
Emma mounted me. I could feel her warmth drench me and in that moment I had never loved her more. I was not left to dwell on this long though. The ticklers had taken their positions and were beginning to pick up the pace as Emma began to ride me. The one with the nails was now at my feet, I could feel them grazing my soles. Someone had taken a position to get to my thighs and balls and was scribbling nonsense with their fingers. My underarms were, again, under attack. I was beginning to tire out. My throat and sides were sore from all the laughter but I was cherishing the pain from each new giggle. As before, Emma's pace controlled that of the tickling. I was going to go insane I was sure of it. My whole body was twitching uncontrollably and my giggles were quickly becoming moans. With each jerk of my body I felt myself thrust deeper into Emma, who was showing her own appreciation of the situation. Every touch sent me closer to the edge. Starting to feel like I was going to combust I decided that I couldn't hold out any longer. I had to give in.
"Emma....?"
"Go ahead."
I let go. I was free falling in a bliss like no other. My mind was melting from pleasure. The tickling had slowed to a deliberate scratching and Emma had collapsed on top of me. After my pounding heart had slowed she removed my blindfold. There they were.....all four of them; looking down on me with such amusement. I didn't recognize any of them....but then I wasn't trying very hard. Emma led them out of the room and the living room light clicked on. She came back and let me out of my bonds. I slowly sat up, rubbing my wrists. I had fought a little harder than I realized.
"Well, how was it?"
"Incredible. I just have one question....."
"You left some porn up on your computer. Now get dressed, we, and our new friends, are going to dinner."
"Speaking of friends...who are they? I didn't recognize them."
"Let's just say I met them on the Internet."
I arrived home to find the driveway empty as I had hoped. I went in and threw my stuff on the couch. There was a message on the answering machine. Odd, since we both had our cells and no one usually called during the day. I pushed the button and Emma's sensual voice filled the room:
"Hello slave, I hope you are ready for your present. Strip and wait for me blindfolded in the bedroom." Her tone meant that tonight was for playing. My heart started to pound with my growing excitement.
Emma rarely did this. It's a fetish of mine but she finds it difficult to be dominant. Occasionally though, she will find a gem of a scenario that she can really get into. It was in these moments that I saw her true potential as a domme.
I did as Emma said and sat waiting on my knees. I had no idea how long I would be waiting so I decided to entertain myself with fantasies. I have this one fantasy that no one, not even Emma, knows about. I have this secret fascination with being tickled. I haven't bee tickled since my teenage years but in my fantasies Emma takes the reigns and really gives it to me. She starts off slow and sensual, making me twitch with pleasure. Then slowly she starts to dig her fingers into my ribs, hitting sensitive spots all over my body. I picture her as having this large, evil grin on her face as she grabs my feet and starts tickling between my toes with her tongue. This is about as far as I've made it, the toe thing usually gets me.
I'm wondering where this fantasy could take me next when I hear the front door crack open. My anticipation builds with every click of her heels. I hear the bedroom door open softly and I can suddenly smell her perfume. I feel her hands gently but firmly guiding me to the bed. As I sit she puts a finger to my lips telling me to remain quiet. I do as she signals. She arranges me into a spread-eagle position and cuffs me down. I hear her disappear into the hallway. A few painstaking minutes later I feel her hand on my arm, startling me. She has removed her shoes and it's harder for me to hear where she is at. There's some rustling noises in various parts of the room. For the first time, Emma speaks. "I have treasures to be used on you hidden all around the room." The low hum of a vibrator fills my ears. She places the vibrator right beneath my balls. As she moves around the bed I hear her pick up something. I feel her hand brush my nipple making it instantly erect. Emma sits down next to me.
"I want you to guess what this object is," she tells me. Then I feel a fluttery touch trace itself across my chest. I immediately knew what it was but I stalled out of fear and excitement. My mouth had gone dry. "It's a feather," I replied as calmly as I could. "Good, now tell me what you think I am going to do with this feather." I froze. Did she know or was this a part of something else? "I guess you are going to tickle me." My voice was a lot steadier than I imagined it was going to be. Emma was tracing whimsical patterns over me now. "You're right." As she said it my heart leapt. Finally, my fantasy was going to come true! A second of panic struck me though. Why was she doing this particular thing? Of all the fetishes in the world why was it my secret one? "And you're wrong." Broken from my thoughts, I was suddenly confused. "Ok, now I'm a little lost." "Don't worry about it. Just relax" I felt her weight suddenly shift on the bed. She removed the vibrator from underneath my balls and I yelped as it ended up under my arm. It was exhilarating, these little tingles crawling down my side.
"Ok," came Emma's throaty voice, "I'm ready to give you your present now, birthday boy." Another shift of her weight and then I felt her warm breasts pressed against me. She lifted up so that only her nipples touched me and began to slide them slowly over my body. I almost couldn't control my giggling. I had no idea I would still be so ticklish after all these years. Emma must have noticed my efforts. "My, my. You wouldn't happen to be ticklish would you? How lucky for me!" She came up to my ears and began to suck on my lobes, all the while her nipples were driving me crazy. Without warning she got up. I started to protest but Emma put her finger to my lips again. "Shhh, it's worth it, I promise." I heard her pad out of the room; her bare feet brushing the hardwood floor, leaving me cuffed and helpless.
My heart was racing so fast that I did not hear her re-enter the room. By the time I heard her it was too late, I felt her straddle me and then her fingers sought my armpits. I was under attack and I loved it. Still trying to keep my cool, I stifled as many giggles as possible. How did she know? I was trying to convince myself to just let go when I felt a pair of nails scratch my feet. It was a quick, barely there kind of scratch but it made me twitch all the same. "What the hell was that?" "What was what, silly?" Again the nails scraped my feet. Emma was giggling but never let up on her attack. She had brought a friend. Panic gripped me and I began to thrash a little harder. Emma knowing was one thing, but having her friends know was another. Suddenly there was and attack from the side. Another friend.....how many were there? Emma...1....2. Unable to control myself under the 6 handed tickling assault, I let out a torrent of embarrassing high pitched laughter. I was terribly distraught but the ticklers were definitely winning the battle. I was bound and helpless and beginning to become disoriented. My skin was electric and my erection was giving me away. I could feel it pressing against the silk of Emma's panties. I remember vaguely wondering if they were wet because of her or me. Well, at least her friends couldn't see it.
As if hearing my thoughts and wanting to humiliate me, Emma stood up. I was exposed and still under attack. Any effort to cover myself was futile. The tickling of my armpits resumed but it was not Emma. This was a third friend. This one had long nails; nails that were slowly, softly tracing little circles that were working their way down my side. I was lost in this sensation. The others, taking their cue from my reactions, slowed down. The feeling conjured images of warm grass tickling bare feet. So lost in my thoughts was I that I almost didn't realize that Emma was crawling back on top of me. The tickling continued and I felt her take me into her warm familiar mouth. This couldn't be happening. As Emma's pace picked up so did the tickling. They were teasing me, varying speeds. The tickler at my feet decided to take things a little further by sucking on my toes. As Emma's head would bob down, the toe sucker would dart her tongue between my toes. The long torturous nails were working their way toward my ears, a spot that I was sure would be a weakness. I was right. As the creeping nails reached their goal I began to giggle uncontrollably. My head frantically flopped back and forth in an attempt to escape. Everything slowed for a second. Emma stopped and I heard some shifting around me. They were switching positions. I felt someone climb back on top of me. "Emma?" "Yes, dear?" "Just checking."
Emma mounted me. I could feel her warmth drench me and in that moment I had never loved her more. I was not left to dwell on this long though. The ticklers had taken their positions and were beginning to pick up the pace as Emma began to ride me. The one with the nails was now at my feet, I could feel them grazing my soles. Someone had taken a position to get to my thighs and balls and was scribbling nonsense with their fingers. My underarms were, again, under attack. I was beginning to tire out. My throat and sides were sore from all the laughter but I was cherishing the pain from each new giggle. As before, Emma's pace controlled that of the tickling. I was going to go insane I was sure of it. My whole body was twitching uncontrollably and my giggles were quickly becoming moans. With each jerk of my body I felt myself thrust deeper into Emma, who was showing her own appreciation of the situation. Every touch sent me closer to the edge. Starting to feel like I was going to combust I decided that I couldn't hold out any longer. I had to give in.
"Emma....?"
"Go ahead."
I let go. I was free falling in a bliss like no other. My mind was melting from pleasure. The tickling had slowed to a deliberate scratching and Emma had collapsed on top of me. After my pounding heart had slowed she removed my blindfold. There they were.....all four of them; looking down on me with such amusement. I didn't recognize any of them....but then I wasn't trying very hard. Emma led them out of the room and the living room light clicked on. She came back and let me out of my bonds. I slowly sat up, rubbing my wrists. I had fought a little harder than I realized.
"Well, how was it?"
"Incredible. I just have one question....."
"You left some porn up on your computer. Now get dressed, we, and our new friends, are going to dinner."
"Speaking of friends...who are they? I didn't recognize them."
"Let's just say I met them on the Internet."
