Bonnie gasped as she saw the feather move slowly towards her, her eyes locked on it like a bunny caught in headlights. It was remarkable, as I twitched it this way and that she followed its every move. I couldn’t resist and, as I slid onto the bed next to her started to play. I’d drop the feather low, almost touching her skin before flicking it up and away, draw circles in the air above her, shoot my hand down to the bed sheets and wiggle it towards her armpit like a snake, only to flick the tip up and run it across her belly flat to the skin so it barely caused a giggle, anything I could think of to drive her nuts with anticipation.
I hated to admit it but this was almost as much fun as seeing her writhe and hearing her howl. It was the first time I’d ever seen Bonnie so… controlled. Normally she’s always fighting, hell we both are, it’s what makes our little games so damn interesting, but not this time. Which led to a much bigger problem, I wasn’t quite ready to end this little session just yet. I had no doubt that she’d follow up on her promise to put me through a real tease and denial marathon in retribution and I was determined to make sure that particular torment was well earned if nothing else. Yet the reaction I saw left me in no doubt that the feather, whenever it was used, would have to be the last thing she felt as I didn’t believe she could take it for long, if at all, without loosing her mind.
Leaning back slightly I raised the feather high, aimed, and brought it down straight at the tip of her nose. Bonnie let out a strangled “Eep” and screwed her eyes shut as she saw her doom descend, which was a shame as she missed the rapid course change as I sailed the feather into her hair. Thankfully the quill was fairly long and stiff, in fact it was a major reason for this particular feather being at the very top of my ticklish torments list, and with a couple of twists it was held in place by her long locks. A quick check reassured me it wasn’t going anywhere without my help and I left the room for a moment, leaving Bonnie staring at the ceiling as the end of the feather rested on her forehead.
Running to the living room I yanked a box down from the top of a bookcase I hadn’t opened in years. Inside were a load of bits and pieces from my University days, couple of ticket stubs from gigs in the Students Union, pair of handcuffs from a fetish night costume (don’t ask), a roll of film I’d never had the guts to get developed (really don’t ask) and…. ah, yes, right where I’d left it, and still in remarkable condition considering it was the better part of fifteen years old.
A quick side trip to the kitchen to grab a tall glass of ice water and I was back with her, watching from the doorway as she tugged and wriggled in her restraints, every effort proving escape was quite impossible while at the same time increasing her excitement almost exponentially. This really was going to be fun.
“Hey, careful now, you don’t want to hurt yourself my love.” I said, placing the glass down on the desk and moving towards her, right hand tucked behind my back and out of her sight. “Especially as I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”
“What!” Bonnie yelled. “You have got to be kidding me, there is no way you’re letting anyone see me like this! You’re...”
“Shhh. It’s alright, he’s the absolute soul of discretion, in fact I’ve never heard him say a word.” I brought my hand out from behind my back. “Say hello to Ricky.”
Bonnie’s eyes went wide and she started to shake her head. “No! Nonononono. No way, come on, enough already, just let me go and, and….”
“Yes?”
“And I’ll…. I’ll do anything you want.”
“Really, anything?”
“….Yeah, anything.” She sighed, knowing she was licked (or at least, that she hoped she soon would be) and wondering what the price would be for her release.
“Alright, in that case, I’ll let you go if…. Hmm, how’s about, if I can do to you what you were planning to do to me in retaliation.”
“You mean….?”
“Yep! A whole week of teasing and denial, except this time it’ll be you on the edge as you struggle through work while your mind keeps wandering as your need consumes you.”
“How about we cancel the revenge and I suck your brains out through your dick?”
“Good try lass,” I laughed, knowing she knew just how much hearing her lapse into such crude language turned me on. “but no. That’s the deal, take it or leave it.”
She paused for a while, and I could practically see her weighing up her options behind her eyes. “…..no” she whispered, unable to bring herself to accept the fate I’d described for her.
“No? Really? Well, in that case, I guess I should let Ricky here introduce himself properly.” I said, leaning down and placing ‘Ricky’ on her stomach.
I should probably take a moment to explain. Ricky, or to give him his full name Ricky the Racoon, is a glove puppet. He’s also the most ticklish thing on the face of the planet, and that’s been proven with independent tests. The ‘fur’ is the oddest stuff I’ve ever seen, softer than anything you’ll find on, say, a faux fur coat, yet with the same sort of strength as a wire brush. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the tail’s about a foot long and a totally different material, still soft, but almost silk-like in it’s texture. Add onto this the fact that, as a glove puppet, he can move as smoothly and easily as my own fingers and you’ve got the ultimate ticklish tool. On the very tip of his tail were six small strips of electrical tape, three red, two blue and one black. The red were for every unfortunate victim who’d been reduced to silent laughter, the blue for tears and the black for the one and only time I’ve ever seen anyone pass out in a tickling session. I couldn’t help but wonder, as I felt the smooth curve of her stomach through the fur, what colour I’d be adding to that tail after tonight.
Ricky pulled himself up onto all four paws, his nose dropping down to rest just above his new friends navel. Being a curious sort of creature he started snuffling his way around her smooth stomach, his paws scrabbling for grip as he ran his snout up, down, round and round as he explored. He seemed to be having trouble keeping his grip as, for reasons he couldn’t quite work out, she started to writhe and thrash underneath him, making it ever more difficult for Ricky to stand up. After only a few second it got so bad he had no choice but to sit down and wait it out, his nose exploring the only place available to him. Strangely her movements seemed to become more violent, his snout almost thrown clear of the shallow crease of her skin it was nosing around more than once.
Gradually Ricky became aware of a very odd sound, a kind of high-pitched squeal coming from somewhere in front of him. Being a curious fellow he raised his head to try and pinpoint the source of the sound, but the longer he listened the quieter it became. Still, he knew roughly where it came from so he set off, relieved to find the noise coming back strongly as he walked up his friend’s stomach. He had intended to keep walking until he found where exactly that sound was coming from, but suddenly he found his whole attention taken up by something much more interesting.
With the previous friends he’d met, he’d never her the chance to really get to know them, certainly not in the way he was with this one. He thought that this new friend must feel the cold less than the others; certainly he couldn’t imagine any other reason that she wouldn’t be wearing one of those silly shirt things that Gabe had tried to explain about once. What had caught his interest was the curves of her body, for some reason he couldn’t explain he found himself drawn to them, they were just so pretty he couldn’t resist getting a closer look.
As his front paws touched the first of - now what was it Gabe had called them, ah, breasts, yes that was it – her breasts the noise he’d heard before seemed to double, in fact it was so loud now it was almost painful to his ears. Yet, somehow, it was also oddly invigorating, his thoughts flashing back to when he’d been much younger, barely a cub, and he found an irresistible urge building within him as energy seemed to burst through his little body. He took off like he was being chased by the biggest dog ever bred, scampering in figure eight patterns around her breasts, juking and diving, skidding this way and that, his tail following him and dragging against her skin. Round and round he went, all the time wondering where on earth that noise was coming from, and hoping it wouldn’t stop as this feeling was just so wonderful.
An odd sight caught his eye and he slowed, then stopped and stared, puzzled. At the top of her breast a small circle of flesh had become hard, and was sticking upright. He’s never seen anything like it before and moved forward slowly, running a paw gently and quickly over the top of that raised hump of flesh. He jerked back quickly as a new noise assailed him, the pleasant, though high-pitched, squeal replaced suddenly by a much lower growl. Gathering his courage he repeated his movement and the noise came again, the body under him vibrating in time with the growl. It was a very satisfying noise though, almost soothing, and Ricky sat up on his haunches, resting his front paws either side of that little mound and pushed firmly, raising it up a little more. Slowly, carefully, he dropped his nose down and rubbed it along that nub, back and forth steadily as the moaning rose up around him, an almost constant stream surrounding him now. Faster and faster he moved, until his nose was a blur and he could feel himself getting a little dizzy, but that didn’t matter because the growl had now become a near-constant purr that sent shivers from the tip of his nose all the way to the end of his tail.
He glanced over and saw, to his delight, that whatever this was it seemed to have a twin on her other breast. Ricky jumped down and stalked across, feeling more and more comfortable around this woman now, and gave it the same treatment as the first. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a little sad as the purr filled him again, knowing he was neglecting the first. Then an idea popped into his mind and, shuffling round he stretched his front paws as far as he could in front of him, sliding forward until his nose was resting on the mound to the right, his tail on the left. Using every bit of strength his body could muster he started to wiggle side to side, and now the purr and squeal seemed to merge into one, a sound that never in his life he’d imagined could exist.
As much as he tried to ignore it though, the wiggling was exhausting him, and after a minute or so he collapsed panting into the warm valley between her breasts. Lying still for a moment he caught his breath, then turned north again, his earlier desire to find the source of that squeal returning full force. Snuffling his way up to and along her shoulder, he poked his nose under her arm for a moment, but no, that definitely wasn’t where the sound was coming from (though it did get louder as he searched there). A quick march checked that it wasn’t the other arm either, which only really left him one place to go. Scrabbling up her neck, Ricky moved carefully onto her face, and for a moment worried that she might be hurt as her eyes were shut and the look on her face was like nothing he’d seen before. Her mouth hung open, and as his tail swished against the side of her neck, he heard that familiar squeal burst from her throat.
For a moment he couldn’t believe it, he wouldn’t have thought that a human would be able to make such a noise, but he couldn’t possibly doubt his own ears could he? He took a step up and suddenly found his front paws wet as he stepped in a small stream that seemed to be coming from her eyes. Climbing very carefully up to her cheek, he slid his snout onto the edge of her ear and was just about to ask her how she managed it when:
“NO! ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, YOU WIN, I’LL DO IT, JUST STOP!” Bonnie yelled, her voice cracking with exhaustion. I pulled the puppet away from her and slipped it off my hand and onto the desk.
“You’re sure?” I asked, wanting to savour the moment. Okay, it wasn’t exactly being a good winner, but it was a pretty rare event around here so why not?
“YES! Just keep that thing away from me.”
“Alright, alright. You shouldn’t yell at him though, you’ll hurt his feelings.”
“Are you nuts? It’s a puppet, it doesn’t have feelings.”
“What a terrible thing to say. I think you should apologise right now for even thinking such a thing. I mean, after all the trouble he went to to get to know you and everything…”
“Okay, fine. I’m sorry Ricky, I didn’t mean it okay? Forgive me?”
I grinned. “Nicely done. In fact, it was so nice, I think you deserve a little reward.”
Without another word I popped the button on her jeans and slid them down her legs as best I could without freeing her from the restraints. Her panties followed and suddenly any thoughts of her annoyance or humiliation or even impending punishment fled Bonnie’s mind. Her eyes closed and she moaned as the cool air caressed her, hips bucking up slightly and I slipped a pillow under her ass to keep her in the more exposed position.
Reaching out I snagged a half-melted ice-cube from the glass and cupped it in my left hand. With my right I reached up and untangled the feather from her hair. I hoped up on the bed and slid my own body between her spread legs, the feather pointed at her clit, the ice hovering just over her pussy. Looking up I waited for the tension to build, waited until I saw her open her eyes and gaze in a mix of terror, joy and longing at what was about to happen.
The ice cube had melted just enough to remove any sharp edges and I started dragging it up and over her mound at a reasonable speed. Immediately Bonnie collapsed back into laughter, but not even the attentions of Ricky on her nipples had caused this sort of desperation, her laughter mixed with moans that seemed to bypass any normal hearing process and spoke to something primal in my soul. With every pass the ice was heating up and melting and every time it passed over her slit a few drops of cold water would drip down, sending a shiver the length of her body. Her eyes were open, her mouth hung open and as soon as she started to buck up to meet the cube I lowered the feather and started to gently sweep it over her clit.
That was all it took, and Bonnie screamed beneath me, every muscle seeming to tense then relax at once, collapsing onto the bed as the sheer force of her orgasm washed over her. She couldn’t even whimper as she stared at the ceiling, taken to a point so far beyond her normal experience she didn’t know how to begin reacting. I kept up my ministrations until I felt her body shift slightly, then slowly, ever so slowly, I stopped the feather and stilled the ice, revelling in the twitches that past through her body as smaller climaxes were pulled almost effortlessly from her.
At last I pulled the small remaining chunk of ice away from her, dropping it in the glass, the feather alongside. She was sound asleep, exhausted from the experience and I quickly unlocked her restraints, easing her body into a more comfortable position. Not wanting to disturb her rest I shifted silently over to the still whirring computer and got to work, wanting to finish this story before the details started to fade from my mind.
I came awake with a rush, every sense on edge and the first thing I heard was the quiet click, click, click of the keyboard. Slowly, carefully I opened my eyes, turned my head and saw Gabe with his back to me, lit by the glow of the monitor. The details of what had happened flooded back, as did the agreement I’d made to make it all stop. Well, what’s done is done after all, there’s not a lot I can do about that now. But….
Curling up I coughed, hard, working as much of a rattle into it as I could. I kept on coughing, trying to make it sound as if I was about to forcefully eject my lungs from my body. I felt the bed sink as Gabe dashed over, felt his hand on my back as he started to ask if I was alright. The poor thing never stood a chance, I twisted round wrapping my legs around his hips, brought the restraint I was holding in my right hand up and in an instant had him trapped. The second restraint went on a second later and I dived around his body to lock his ankles down tightly as well.
“What… what’s this?” He asked, quiet, restrained, as well he should be if he’s got any sense.
“What can I say, I agreed to play your little game, I never said when.” I replied, walking up behind him and squeezing his balls through the cloth of his trousers. We’d have to do something about that too.
“Okay, you got me, you going to tell me what you’re planning.” Again, that voice was quiet, subdued almost, though I knew most if not all of that was an act. He loved these games just as much as I did and it was always a contest to see who could trump the other.
“I’m planning to turn you into a quivering mass of course.” I replied, dropping my voice to my best evil seductress impression. “By the time I’m done with you you’ll be begging to let me off that little deal we agreed. But first…”
I turned and walked to the computer. “We really ought to finish this story of yours. After all, if we leave it here, your readers will think this is just a happily ever after…”
I hated to admit it but this was almost as much fun as seeing her writhe and hearing her howl. It was the first time I’d ever seen Bonnie so… controlled. Normally she’s always fighting, hell we both are, it’s what makes our little games so damn interesting, but not this time. Which led to a much bigger problem, I wasn’t quite ready to end this little session just yet. I had no doubt that she’d follow up on her promise to put me through a real tease and denial marathon in retribution and I was determined to make sure that particular torment was well earned if nothing else. Yet the reaction I saw left me in no doubt that the feather, whenever it was used, would have to be the last thing she felt as I didn’t believe she could take it for long, if at all, without loosing her mind.
Leaning back slightly I raised the feather high, aimed, and brought it down straight at the tip of her nose. Bonnie let out a strangled “Eep” and screwed her eyes shut as she saw her doom descend, which was a shame as she missed the rapid course change as I sailed the feather into her hair. Thankfully the quill was fairly long and stiff, in fact it was a major reason for this particular feather being at the very top of my ticklish torments list, and with a couple of twists it was held in place by her long locks. A quick check reassured me it wasn’t going anywhere without my help and I left the room for a moment, leaving Bonnie staring at the ceiling as the end of the feather rested on her forehead.
Running to the living room I yanked a box down from the top of a bookcase I hadn’t opened in years. Inside were a load of bits and pieces from my University days, couple of ticket stubs from gigs in the Students Union, pair of handcuffs from a fetish night costume (don’t ask), a roll of film I’d never had the guts to get developed (really don’t ask) and…. ah, yes, right where I’d left it, and still in remarkable condition considering it was the better part of fifteen years old.
A quick side trip to the kitchen to grab a tall glass of ice water and I was back with her, watching from the doorway as she tugged and wriggled in her restraints, every effort proving escape was quite impossible while at the same time increasing her excitement almost exponentially. This really was going to be fun.
“Hey, careful now, you don’t want to hurt yourself my love.” I said, placing the glass down on the desk and moving towards her, right hand tucked behind my back and out of her sight. “Especially as I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”
“What!” Bonnie yelled. “You have got to be kidding me, there is no way you’re letting anyone see me like this! You’re...”
“Shhh. It’s alright, he’s the absolute soul of discretion, in fact I’ve never heard him say a word.” I brought my hand out from behind my back. “Say hello to Ricky.”
Bonnie’s eyes went wide and she started to shake her head. “No! Nonononono. No way, come on, enough already, just let me go and, and….”
“Yes?”
“And I’ll…. I’ll do anything you want.”
“Really, anything?”
“….Yeah, anything.” She sighed, knowing she was licked (or at least, that she hoped she soon would be) and wondering what the price would be for her release.
“Alright, in that case, I’ll let you go if…. Hmm, how’s about, if I can do to you what you were planning to do to me in retaliation.”
“You mean….?”
“Yep! A whole week of teasing and denial, except this time it’ll be you on the edge as you struggle through work while your mind keeps wandering as your need consumes you.”
“How about we cancel the revenge and I suck your brains out through your dick?”
“Good try lass,” I laughed, knowing she knew just how much hearing her lapse into such crude language turned me on. “but no. That’s the deal, take it or leave it.”
She paused for a while, and I could practically see her weighing up her options behind her eyes. “…..no” she whispered, unable to bring herself to accept the fate I’d described for her.
“No? Really? Well, in that case, I guess I should let Ricky here introduce himself properly.” I said, leaning down and placing ‘Ricky’ on her stomach.
I should probably take a moment to explain. Ricky, or to give him his full name Ricky the Racoon, is a glove puppet. He’s also the most ticklish thing on the face of the planet, and that’s been proven with independent tests. The ‘fur’ is the oddest stuff I’ve ever seen, softer than anything you’ll find on, say, a faux fur coat, yet with the same sort of strength as a wire brush. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the tail’s about a foot long and a totally different material, still soft, but almost silk-like in it’s texture. Add onto this the fact that, as a glove puppet, he can move as smoothly and easily as my own fingers and you’ve got the ultimate ticklish tool. On the very tip of his tail were six small strips of electrical tape, three red, two blue and one black. The red were for every unfortunate victim who’d been reduced to silent laughter, the blue for tears and the black for the one and only time I’ve ever seen anyone pass out in a tickling session. I couldn’t help but wonder, as I felt the smooth curve of her stomach through the fur, what colour I’d be adding to that tail after tonight.
Ricky pulled himself up onto all four paws, his nose dropping down to rest just above his new friends navel. Being a curious sort of creature he started snuffling his way around her smooth stomach, his paws scrabbling for grip as he ran his snout up, down, round and round as he explored. He seemed to be having trouble keeping his grip as, for reasons he couldn’t quite work out, she started to writhe and thrash underneath him, making it ever more difficult for Ricky to stand up. After only a few second it got so bad he had no choice but to sit down and wait it out, his nose exploring the only place available to him. Strangely her movements seemed to become more violent, his snout almost thrown clear of the shallow crease of her skin it was nosing around more than once.
Gradually Ricky became aware of a very odd sound, a kind of high-pitched squeal coming from somewhere in front of him. Being a curious fellow he raised his head to try and pinpoint the source of the sound, but the longer he listened the quieter it became. Still, he knew roughly where it came from so he set off, relieved to find the noise coming back strongly as he walked up his friend’s stomach. He had intended to keep walking until he found where exactly that sound was coming from, but suddenly he found his whole attention taken up by something much more interesting.
With the previous friends he’d met, he’d never her the chance to really get to know them, certainly not in the way he was with this one. He thought that this new friend must feel the cold less than the others; certainly he couldn’t imagine any other reason that she wouldn’t be wearing one of those silly shirt things that Gabe had tried to explain about once. What had caught his interest was the curves of her body, for some reason he couldn’t explain he found himself drawn to them, they were just so pretty he couldn’t resist getting a closer look.
As his front paws touched the first of - now what was it Gabe had called them, ah, breasts, yes that was it – her breasts the noise he’d heard before seemed to double, in fact it was so loud now it was almost painful to his ears. Yet, somehow, it was also oddly invigorating, his thoughts flashing back to when he’d been much younger, barely a cub, and he found an irresistible urge building within him as energy seemed to burst through his little body. He took off like he was being chased by the biggest dog ever bred, scampering in figure eight patterns around her breasts, juking and diving, skidding this way and that, his tail following him and dragging against her skin. Round and round he went, all the time wondering where on earth that noise was coming from, and hoping it wouldn’t stop as this feeling was just so wonderful.
An odd sight caught his eye and he slowed, then stopped and stared, puzzled. At the top of her breast a small circle of flesh had become hard, and was sticking upright. He’s never seen anything like it before and moved forward slowly, running a paw gently and quickly over the top of that raised hump of flesh. He jerked back quickly as a new noise assailed him, the pleasant, though high-pitched, squeal replaced suddenly by a much lower growl. Gathering his courage he repeated his movement and the noise came again, the body under him vibrating in time with the growl. It was a very satisfying noise though, almost soothing, and Ricky sat up on his haunches, resting his front paws either side of that little mound and pushed firmly, raising it up a little more. Slowly, carefully, he dropped his nose down and rubbed it along that nub, back and forth steadily as the moaning rose up around him, an almost constant stream surrounding him now. Faster and faster he moved, until his nose was a blur and he could feel himself getting a little dizzy, but that didn’t matter because the growl had now become a near-constant purr that sent shivers from the tip of his nose all the way to the end of his tail.
He glanced over and saw, to his delight, that whatever this was it seemed to have a twin on her other breast. Ricky jumped down and stalked across, feeling more and more comfortable around this woman now, and gave it the same treatment as the first. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a little sad as the purr filled him again, knowing he was neglecting the first. Then an idea popped into his mind and, shuffling round he stretched his front paws as far as he could in front of him, sliding forward until his nose was resting on the mound to the right, his tail on the left. Using every bit of strength his body could muster he started to wiggle side to side, and now the purr and squeal seemed to merge into one, a sound that never in his life he’d imagined could exist.
As much as he tried to ignore it though, the wiggling was exhausting him, and after a minute or so he collapsed panting into the warm valley between her breasts. Lying still for a moment he caught his breath, then turned north again, his earlier desire to find the source of that squeal returning full force. Snuffling his way up to and along her shoulder, he poked his nose under her arm for a moment, but no, that definitely wasn’t where the sound was coming from (though it did get louder as he searched there). A quick march checked that it wasn’t the other arm either, which only really left him one place to go. Scrabbling up her neck, Ricky moved carefully onto her face, and for a moment worried that she might be hurt as her eyes were shut and the look on her face was like nothing he’d seen before. Her mouth hung open, and as his tail swished against the side of her neck, he heard that familiar squeal burst from her throat.
For a moment he couldn’t believe it, he wouldn’t have thought that a human would be able to make such a noise, but he couldn’t possibly doubt his own ears could he? He took a step up and suddenly found his front paws wet as he stepped in a small stream that seemed to be coming from her eyes. Climbing very carefully up to her cheek, he slid his snout onto the edge of her ear and was just about to ask her how she managed it when:
“NO! ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, YOU WIN, I’LL DO IT, JUST STOP!” Bonnie yelled, her voice cracking with exhaustion. I pulled the puppet away from her and slipped it off my hand and onto the desk.
“You’re sure?” I asked, wanting to savour the moment. Okay, it wasn’t exactly being a good winner, but it was a pretty rare event around here so why not?
“YES! Just keep that thing away from me.”
“Alright, alright. You shouldn’t yell at him though, you’ll hurt his feelings.”
“Are you nuts? It’s a puppet, it doesn’t have feelings.”
“What a terrible thing to say. I think you should apologise right now for even thinking such a thing. I mean, after all the trouble he went to to get to know you and everything…”
“Okay, fine. I’m sorry Ricky, I didn’t mean it okay? Forgive me?”
I grinned. “Nicely done. In fact, it was so nice, I think you deserve a little reward.”
Without another word I popped the button on her jeans and slid them down her legs as best I could without freeing her from the restraints. Her panties followed and suddenly any thoughts of her annoyance or humiliation or even impending punishment fled Bonnie’s mind. Her eyes closed and she moaned as the cool air caressed her, hips bucking up slightly and I slipped a pillow under her ass to keep her in the more exposed position.
Reaching out I snagged a half-melted ice-cube from the glass and cupped it in my left hand. With my right I reached up and untangled the feather from her hair. I hoped up on the bed and slid my own body between her spread legs, the feather pointed at her clit, the ice hovering just over her pussy. Looking up I waited for the tension to build, waited until I saw her open her eyes and gaze in a mix of terror, joy and longing at what was about to happen.
The ice cube had melted just enough to remove any sharp edges and I started dragging it up and over her mound at a reasonable speed. Immediately Bonnie collapsed back into laughter, but not even the attentions of Ricky on her nipples had caused this sort of desperation, her laughter mixed with moans that seemed to bypass any normal hearing process and spoke to something primal in my soul. With every pass the ice was heating up and melting and every time it passed over her slit a few drops of cold water would drip down, sending a shiver the length of her body. Her eyes were open, her mouth hung open and as soon as she started to buck up to meet the cube I lowered the feather and started to gently sweep it over her clit.
That was all it took, and Bonnie screamed beneath me, every muscle seeming to tense then relax at once, collapsing onto the bed as the sheer force of her orgasm washed over her. She couldn’t even whimper as she stared at the ceiling, taken to a point so far beyond her normal experience she didn’t know how to begin reacting. I kept up my ministrations until I felt her body shift slightly, then slowly, ever so slowly, I stopped the feather and stilled the ice, revelling in the twitches that past through her body as smaller climaxes were pulled almost effortlessly from her.
At last I pulled the small remaining chunk of ice away from her, dropping it in the glass, the feather alongside. She was sound asleep, exhausted from the experience and I quickly unlocked her restraints, easing her body into a more comfortable position. Not wanting to disturb her rest I shifted silently over to the still whirring computer and got to work, wanting to finish this story before the details started to fade from my mind.
I came awake with a rush, every sense on edge and the first thing I heard was the quiet click, click, click of the keyboard. Slowly, carefully I opened my eyes, turned my head and saw Gabe with his back to me, lit by the glow of the monitor. The details of what had happened flooded back, as did the agreement I’d made to make it all stop. Well, what’s done is done after all, there’s not a lot I can do about that now. But….
Curling up I coughed, hard, working as much of a rattle into it as I could. I kept on coughing, trying to make it sound as if I was about to forcefully eject my lungs from my body. I felt the bed sink as Gabe dashed over, felt his hand on my back as he started to ask if I was alright. The poor thing never stood a chance, I twisted round wrapping my legs around his hips, brought the restraint I was holding in my right hand up and in an instant had him trapped. The second restraint went on a second later and I dived around his body to lock his ankles down tightly as well.
“What… what’s this?” He asked, quiet, restrained, as well he should be if he’s got any sense.
“What can I say, I agreed to play your little game, I never said when.” I replied, walking up behind him and squeezing his balls through the cloth of his trousers. We’d have to do something about that too.
“Okay, you got me, you going to tell me what you’re planning.” Again, that voice was quiet, subdued almost, though I knew most if not all of that was an act. He loved these games just as much as I did and it was always a contest to see who could trump the other.
“I’m planning to turn you into a quivering mass of course.” I replied, dropping my voice to my best evil seductress impression. “By the time I’m done with you you’ll be begging to let me off that little deal we agreed. But first…”
I turned and walked to the computer. “We really ought to finish this story of yours. After all, if we leave it here, your readers will think this is just a happily ever after…”
