Before reading, understand that I didn't identify gender of ler or lee for a very specific reason. I tried to write this story in gender neutral terms so that it can fill whatever your interests are. Let me know how I did.
Your Night
After weeks of talking, working up the courage, you and I have finally met for a date. That date went so well that it lead to a second, and a third. By this time, you and I have become rather comfortable with one another. Comfortable enough to start talking about each others fantasies. And the one in particular we share. That's how we ended up here. My place, you tied to my bed. Naked, and twitching with anticipation. Not knowing what's about to happen, since you've never been able to talk to anyone else about your fetish. Until now, that is.
I smile down at you and slowly remove my clothes. I love seeing your eyes roam over me as item after item of clothing is taken off and cast aside. In these cool Autumn months, there's simply more to take off, and I can see how aroused you're becoming, strapped to the bed, unable to touch my body as I bare more and more skin. And that look in your eyes turns me on as well. Once I'm naked, I give you a knowing look and step quietly out of the bedroom, flicking the lights off as I go, leaving you in darkness.
The darkness is such a tease. I hear you pull against your bonds to no avail. I know exactly what's happening to you. Lying there, in the dark, your anticipation builds even more, preparing you for what's to come. I move away from the door and gather what I'll need for the night, placing all of my impliments on a tray and carrying them back to the bedroom. On my way, I flick off all the lights in my apartment with my elbow, shrouding the whole of the apartment in darkness. I set my tray down on the floor and listen at the door. The silence in the apartment allows me to hear your quick breaths, and the lack of windows in the apartment keeps you from being able to see as a slowly, quietly push the door open.
I hear your rapid breaths as I inch into the room. You're either so keyed up, or my feet are so sure on the familiar floor, or both, that you don't seem to notice me walk into the bedroom. I move to the head of the bed and quickly flip a light on. You slam your eyes shut against the brutally bright light, and in the moment you do I slip a blindfold over your eyes. You startle, and I see in the light now that you've actually started to sweat a little. I smile a bit and bend down, right next to your left ear and ask a simple question:
“Are you ready?”
You stiffen, and I note the reactions of your body, triggered by the waiting, the blindfold, and my words. I step back to the hallway to get my tray of tools, and select my first: a bottle of massage oil. I open the bottle and pour a stream all over your body. You let out a shriek, protesting the freezing cold oil on your skin. I laugh quietly and proceed to rub the oil all over: into your armpits, your chest and nipples, belly, and sides. I make sure to pool some oil into your bellybutton, which by itself gives you the giggles. I move down, rubbing along your pelvic area, thighs, and privates. You let out a small moan as your genitals are coated with the slippery oil. I continue down your legs, paying attention to the fronts and backs of your knees, eliciting more giggles from you. But now...now it's time to really start.
I work down towards your feet, slowly and deliberatly, allowing the anticipation to kill you for just a few more precious seconds. As I reach your ankles, you again stiffen. I know the waiting has amped up your sensitivity, especially with the blindfold cutting off your vision. I smile happily and move beyond your ankles. My hands are already nicely coated with oil, and I let my slippery fingers move eratically all over the bare soles of your feet. Indeed I was right, for you immediately burst into laughter, shaking your head from side to side and tugging at your bonds. Your feet dance and twitch under my oiled fingers. You flex and curl your toes in an effort to push the tickling sensation away from your ticklish feet. After a few minutes, you give up your struggling and just lie back and laugh. I trace my fingers along every inch of your feet. I trace every ridge, play with each toe individually, scratch each heel lightly, and even run my nails along the sides of your feet. I find your laughter intoxicating, and I continue to tickle your feet nonstop.
After 10 minutes of straight foot tickling, which you really seemed to enjoy, I tear myself away from your sexy feet, promising myself that I'll come back to this spot. I move up along the side of the bed, dragging my fingers along your legs until I come to your hips. At that point, I see and feel you twitch, so I decide to linger here for a few minutes. I tickle your hips with lobster claw pinches, making you buck and twist. I continue goosing your hips and lower sides for a few minutes, which gets some pretty strong reactions from you. But boredom sets in, and I move my fingers to your tummy and start lightly spider tickling your exposed flesh. I see, as well as feel, your muscles contracting spastically under your skin as a new round of laughter escapes from your mouth. I scribble my fingertips all over your belly and sides, and finally slip a finger into your navel. At this, you go completely crazy, twisting, thrashing, and trying everything possible to remove my finger from where it's not wanted. To no avail, of course. I laugh gleefully as I cause your suffering, which seems to amp your sensativity even more.
As I continue my torturous trek upwards, I rest my fingers on your ribs. You're still laughing from the belly/navel tickling you were just subjected to, so you hardly notice when I start playing your ribs like a would a piano. Your laughter again intensifies, piquing when I get too close to your underarms. Taking that as a sign, I slide my oiled fingers up into your slippery hollows, and am rewarded with intense screams and more twisting. You howl with laughter as you beg for mercy, beg for a break, beg me to stop tickling you there, but the one thing I don't hear is the one word I need to listen for, so I keep right on going.
I've been tickling you with nothing but my oiled fingers for the past half hour now, and have loved every minute of it. Just seeing you writhe on the bed in ticklish delight has amped up my own arousal to increadible levels. I can only imagine what you must be feeling and needing from me. I go to my tray and select 2 feathers; one large, with a nice, soft, pointy end, and a second much smaller and flat at the tip. I take the larger of the two feathers and begin teasing your nipples with it. You shiver with surprise and start giggling, but your giggles are interrupted by the occasional moaning. I drag the tip of my feather across your left nipple, from many different directionsss, slowly and lightly. The more I tickle your nipple with the feather, the better you start reacting, until you are bucking like a live wire is hitting this mose tender spot. I take the feather with my right hand now, leaving my left hand to tickle your ribs and armpits again. The armpit tickling combined with the feather tickling of your right nipple now is almost too much, so I stop to give you a short break.
Moving back down along the bed, I take my smaller feather and a small but powerful bullet vibrator from my tray. You hear the strong buzzing noise as I click the bullet on, and I see your privates start to turn red with anticipation. I hold the bullet against your privates, and start to trace your entire groin area with the small feather. The fuzzy, flat tip of this feather drives you crazy, and the vibrations against your genitals is starting to push you over the edge. I watch you start to lose control. Your body starts twitching, pulling involuntarily against your restraints, and your moans become louder and more frequent. I move my feather and begin tracing it along the edges of the vibrator, which causes your to shriek, moan, scream and buck all at the same time. This new stimulation, along with all the tickling I put you through earlier, becomes too much, and you erupt into a massive orgasm, shooting your fluids all over the bed.
I watch with a smile as you start to come down from your orgasm. Your privates are now a nice, rosy red color, twitching and spasming on their own. You suck down all the breath you can get into your lungs, and manage to get out that this was the most intense orgasm of your life, and that I am the best of erotic ticklers. I move to the head of the bed and slip off your blindfold. I stare into your eyes, and you stare back into mine, and our lips meet in a passionate kiss.
After we part, you ask me to remove the restraints. I unbuckle your wrists, but your arms just flop back down onto the bed. You don't even have the energy to rub your buzzing skin. As I move to the foot of the bed, I see your bare feet, still strapped down and decide that this is a great change. As I fiddle with the restraint on your left foot, I bring my face forward and begin to lick and nibble at the sole of your foot. You immediately buck and scream with uncontrolled laughter, much louder than before when I tickled your feet with my fingers. I tell you that I'm going to lick your feet until I manage to get the straps off, (which admittedly, I take my time doing). You howl with inntense laughter for another 2 minutes as I finally free your foot. I move over to the other foot, repeating the process, licking your smooth, bare sole as you go ballistic. As I lick, I take the oppportunity to pleasure myself. I'm able to push myself into an intense orgasm in only a few minutes. Finally, the other restraint comes off, and you manage to pull your foot away from my mouth. You barely manage to say that next time I'll be the one suffering, before you pass out. I slide myself up the bed, my naked body sliding against yours, feeling your smooth skin against mine, all the way up to your ear, where I whisper “I'll be waiting”.
Your Night
After weeks of talking, working up the courage, you and I have finally met for a date. That date went so well that it lead to a second, and a third. By this time, you and I have become rather comfortable with one another. Comfortable enough to start talking about each others fantasies. And the one in particular we share. That's how we ended up here. My place, you tied to my bed. Naked, and twitching with anticipation. Not knowing what's about to happen, since you've never been able to talk to anyone else about your fetish. Until now, that is.
I smile down at you and slowly remove my clothes. I love seeing your eyes roam over me as item after item of clothing is taken off and cast aside. In these cool Autumn months, there's simply more to take off, and I can see how aroused you're becoming, strapped to the bed, unable to touch my body as I bare more and more skin. And that look in your eyes turns me on as well. Once I'm naked, I give you a knowing look and step quietly out of the bedroom, flicking the lights off as I go, leaving you in darkness.
The darkness is such a tease. I hear you pull against your bonds to no avail. I know exactly what's happening to you. Lying there, in the dark, your anticipation builds even more, preparing you for what's to come. I move away from the door and gather what I'll need for the night, placing all of my impliments on a tray and carrying them back to the bedroom. On my way, I flick off all the lights in my apartment with my elbow, shrouding the whole of the apartment in darkness. I set my tray down on the floor and listen at the door. The silence in the apartment allows me to hear your quick breaths, and the lack of windows in the apartment keeps you from being able to see as a slowly, quietly push the door open.
I hear your rapid breaths as I inch into the room. You're either so keyed up, or my feet are so sure on the familiar floor, or both, that you don't seem to notice me walk into the bedroom. I move to the head of the bed and quickly flip a light on. You slam your eyes shut against the brutally bright light, and in the moment you do I slip a blindfold over your eyes. You startle, and I see in the light now that you've actually started to sweat a little. I smile a bit and bend down, right next to your left ear and ask a simple question:
“Are you ready?”
You stiffen, and I note the reactions of your body, triggered by the waiting, the blindfold, and my words. I step back to the hallway to get my tray of tools, and select my first: a bottle of massage oil. I open the bottle and pour a stream all over your body. You let out a shriek, protesting the freezing cold oil on your skin. I laugh quietly and proceed to rub the oil all over: into your armpits, your chest and nipples, belly, and sides. I make sure to pool some oil into your bellybutton, which by itself gives you the giggles. I move down, rubbing along your pelvic area, thighs, and privates. You let out a small moan as your genitals are coated with the slippery oil. I continue down your legs, paying attention to the fronts and backs of your knees, eliciting more giggles from you. But now...now it's time to really start.
I work down towards your feet, slowly and deliberatly, allowing the anticipation to kill you for just a few more precious seconds. As I reach your ankles, you again stiffen. I know the waiting has amped up your sensitivity, especially with the blindfold cutting off your vision. I smile happily and move beyond your ankles. My hands are already nicely coated with oil, and I let my slippery fingers move eratically all over the bare soles of your feet. Indeed I was right, for you immediately burst into laughter, shaking your head from side to side and tugging at your bonds. Your feet dance and twitch under my oiled fingers. You flex and curl your toes in an effort to push the tickling sensation away from your ticklish feet. After a few minutes, you give up your struggling and just lie back and laugh. I trace my fingers along every inch of your feet. I trace every ridge, play with each toe individually, scratch each heel lightly, and even run my nails along the sides of your feet. I find your laughter intoxicating, and I continue to tickle your feet nonstop.
After 10 minutes of straight foot tickling, which you really seemed to enjoy, I tear myself away from your sexy feet, promising myself that I'll come back to this spot. I move up along the side of the bed, dragging my fingers along your legs until I come to your hips. At that point, I see and feel you twitch, so I decide to linger here for a few minutes. I tickle your hips with lobster claw pinches, making you buck and twist. I continue goosing your hips and lower sides for a few minutes, which gets some pretty strong reactions from you. But boredom sets in, and I move my fingers to your tummy and start lightly spider tickling your exposed flesh. I see, as well as feel, your muscles contracting spastically under your skin as a new round of laughter escapes from your mouth. I scribble my fingertips all over your belly and sides, and finally slip a finger into your navel. At this, you go completely crazy, twisting, thrashing, and trying everything possible to remove my finger from where it's not wanted. To no avail, of course. I laugh gleefully as I cause your suffering, which seems to amp your sensativity even more.
As I continue my torturous trek upwards, I rest my fingers on your ribs. You're still laughing from the belly/navel tickling you were just subjected to, so you hardly notice when I start playing your ribs like a would a piano. Your laughter again intensifies, piquing when I get too close to your underarms. Taking that as a sign, I slide my oiled fingers up into your slippery hollows, and am rewarded with intense screams and more twisting. You howl with laughter as you beg for mercy, beg for a break, beg me to stop tickling you there, but the one thing I don't hear is the one word I need to listen for, so I keep right on going.
I've been tickling you with nothing but my oiled fingers for the past half hour now, and have loved every minute of it. Just seeing you writhe on the bed in ticklish delight has amped up my own arousal to increadible levels. I can only imagine what you must be feeling and needing from me. I go to my tray and select 2 feathers; one large, with a nice, soft, pointy end, and a second much smaller and flat at the tip. I take the larger of the two feathers and begin teasing your nipples with it. You shiver with surprise and start giggling, but your giggles are interrupted by the occasional moaning. I drag the tip of my feather across your left nipple, from many different directionsss, slowly and lightly. The more I tickle your nipple with the feather, the better you start reacting, until you are bucking like a live wire is hitting this mose tender spot. I take the feather with my right hand now, leaving my left hand to tickle your ribs and armpits again. The armpit tickling combined with the feather tickling of your right nipple now is almost too much, so I stop to give you a short break.
Moving back down along the bed, I take my smaller feather and a small but powerful bullet vibrator from my tray. You hear the strong buzzing noise as I click the bullet on, and I see your privates start to turn red with anticipation. I hold the bullet against your privates, and start to trace your entire groin area with the small feather. The fuzzy, flat tip of this feather drives you crazy, and the vibrations against your genitals is starting to push you over the edge. I watch you start to lose control. Your body starts twitching, pulling involuntarily against your restraints, and your moans become louder and more frequent. I move my feather and begin tracing it along the edges of the vibrator, which causes your to shriek, moan, scream and buck all at the same time. This new stimulation, along with all the tickling I put you through earlier, becomes too much, and you erupt into a massive orgasm, shooting your fluids all over the bed.
I watch with a smile as you start to come down from your orgasm. Your privates are now a nice, rosy red color, twitching and spasming on their own. You suck down all the breath you can get into your lungs, and manage to get out that this was the most intense orgasm of your life, and that I am the best of erotic ticklers. I move to the head of the bed and slip off your blindfold. I stare into your eyes, and you stare back into mine, and our lips meet in a passionate kiss.
After we part, you ask me to remove the restraints. I unbuckle your wrists, but your arms just flop back down onto the bed. You don't even have the energy to rub your buzzing skin. As I move to the foot of the bed, I see your bare feet, still strapped down and decide that this is a great change. As I fiddle with the restraint on your left foot, I bring my face forward and begin to lick and nibble at the sole of your foot. You immediately buck and scream with uncontrolled laughter, much louder than before when I tickled your feet with my fingers. I tell you that I'm going to lick your feet until I manage to get the straps off, (which admittedly, I take my time doing). You howl with inntense laughter for another 2 minutes as I finally free your foot. I move over to the other foot, repeating the process, licking your smooth, bare sole as you go ballistic. As I lick, I take the oppportunity to pleasure myself. I'm able to push myself into an intense orgasm in only a few minutes. Finally, the other restraint comes off, and you manage to pull your foot away from my mouth. You barely manage to say that next time I'll be the one suffering, before you pass out. I slide myself up the bed, my naked body sliding against yours, feeling your smooth skin against mine, all the way up to your ear, where I whisper “I'll be waiting”.
