He took my arm up and held it very firm. My wrist behind my neck, my elbow almost straight up, my armpit fully exposed. If He pulled just a few millimeters more He would hurt me, but now it just made my skin stretch.
»Young lady?« He said, but not really wanting an answer, He just began dragging in the short hairs in my armpit. Not going to pull them out, just to point out they were so long now they could be pulled at.
»Sir?« I replied, waiting a tiny bit nervous if He was really annoyed or just pretending. Holding me so firm like that I weren’t really sure of His mood.
»I« ...
He pulled at a few hairs
»Think« ...
He pulled at some other hairs and broke into a smile.
»this« ... pull ... »smurf« ... pull ... »needs« ... pull ... »a« ... pull ... »shave« ... pull.
He tickled my arm from the elbow sticking up, and all the way down to the side of my breast and back up to the elbow.
I was fighting myself to stand still, even though it made my instinct to take down my arm kick in, I knew I’d hurt myself due to the firm grip He had in me. It would both displease Him and disappoint Him a bit If He couldn’t see that it did in fact tickle so despite my shyness from revealing when I am turned on and I really want to be quiet so no one will hear me, I try to dare to allow sound to come out of me. It is a work in progress really. I want Him to know and I don’t want Him to know.
He didn’t let go of me and somehow it was a relief, oddly enough. Like the closeness of Him made it intimate and hugging, even though it was a power thing. I like to be really close to Him and some part of His body touching mine.
I did not feel really helpless, but frustrated in the sweet way that makes my submissive mind want to surrender. He kept tickling me like that up and down and I began to shiver, moan and whimper a bit.
»Tell me« He said in that tone of voice that makes butterflies in me »Who does this..« ... He pulled at a few hairs ... »..belong to?«
»It is Yours Sir« I whispered soft and shy.
»So tell me, does that mean I can do whatever I want to it?«
I gasped! ...but knew it was just His way of playing with my mind and making me shy having to say it out loud. I knew He wouldn’t like setting it on fire or plucking it out with a pair of tweezers hair by hair, He might push my pain threshold a little bit but never violate it. Still it was hard for me to reply »Yes Sir, You can«.
He couldn’t hide the smiling in his tone of voice when He said »So can I do THIS?« ... and licked a big long lick in my armpit with a big broad tongue like licking a huge lollipop. Hearing His voice smiling made it easier to say »Yes Sir, You can«.
»And even THIS?« He said and poked a pointy finger in the soft middle of my armpit and I screamed out a surprised sound, so He did it again. He could see it felt more annoying than actually tickling but did a few more times before He stopped and I was able to answer. I bit my lip and whispered fighting to say it »Yes ... Sir ... You ... can«.
»Good« He said »because now I feel like grooming my sweet little smurf. Don’t move an inch even if I let go.«
He walked about finding stuff talking to Himself intentionally allowing me to hear. He found some rope and shaving soap and razor and towel and things like that while He was talking. »She will be unable to move an inch.... This might dig into her butt crack ... completely stretched skin« Waiting and listening to all this made me so exited and butterflies were fluttering around indecisive if they should be nervous or turned on by all this. Still standing with my arm behind my neck but feeling a bit like I lost my warmth from the part where He was leaning into me and no one was there now, no hugging sensation.
He walked behind me and whispered in my ear, so close His lips touched me, in that tone that almost can make my panties fall off by themselves ..... »Give me your other hand too min lille skat«. I complied instantly and He did a quick cuff-bondage that made my hands stay together. I felt a piece of rope dangling down the back. He took a rope across the small of my back and around to the front from each side, leading it along my groin on each side and down between my legs returning to be behind me. I felt the rope in my hands tug and the rope between my butt cheeks and figured He joined the two. I had to test it, I couldn’t stop myself, and yes trying to raise my hands from their place behind my neck instantly made a pull in the rope that went via my groin to my butt. He did not really laugh, but I felt it still that He fully enjoyed my discovery. I was stuck with my elbows as the highest point and if I struggled I would make the rope between my legs pull tighter into myself.
»First some washing« He said, and started to lick my armpits. Making me all wet from His saliva and sometimes it tickled and sometimes it was just feeling nice but all the time it was making me feel both vulnerable and happy to get all this special attention. He did it for His sake, not caring if it tickled or were annoying or nice. It made me feel like I was His, like His lollipop or His toy, objectified a bit. My feelings were not the importance His enjoyment was. I loved to be His source of enjoyment, and I stole glimpses when He did not look at my face, to see if MrHappy was indeed that, happy. Seeing the bulge made me happy too.
Oh, but then He saw where I was looking and I looked away, but too late! He knew and He smiled.
»Tell me what you were just looking at« He said, and I blushed so shy and just knew the word “You” would not satisfy Him so I took a deep breath to stall time, but let Him know my intent was to answer. Holding breath, stalling. »I .... I was looking at ... at ... MrHappy ... to see if... if ... « and then I bit my lip and had to force myself to keep speaking » ...if he was happy ... Sir« He smiled and lifted my chin so I had to look at Him. »You would like that, wouldn’t you my little naughty smurf?« My eyes flickered and I couldn’t look Him in the eye, I just bit my lip and nodded. He laughed, not like -AT- me but because He was happy and loved it when I got shy.
He granted me the pleasure of knowing how He felt. He walked around me and pressed His bulge at me from behind. Feeling its hardness between my butt cheeks made me grow a bit horny. He tickled both my sides all of a sudden from back where He stood and I cried out a screaming kind of gasp. He kept tickling me evil fingertips lightly dancing and almost immediately I started moaning and whimpering and fighting to stand still since moving about made the ropes tug at either my hands or .... the other end. He didn’t stop until long after and I was all dizzy and was about to fall but He catch me before it even became falling by hugging me, grabbing my breasts. He helped me kneel before starting His water soap razor handling, so I wouldn’t fall while He was getting set for shaving me. He was so gentle and so tender and meticulous while He was shaving me, like I might break and be beyond repair. It made me feel so treasured and important, quite the opposite feeling I had earlier of being almost objectified. Now I was almost pampered like a baby with outmost care. It was still a challenge with those ropes, and sometimes my arm or my shoulder or my groins were aching a little. Being a constant reminder of my helpless situation. I felt so vulnerable, unable to defend my arms or belly or sides from anything. He finished shaving and from the look on His face He was satisfied with what He saw. He rinsed off any leftover soap and tiny bits of hair and started kissing my baby soft armpits over and over. He kissed me so soft and so tender almost like it was Him worshipping me and not the other way around. I felt so special. He left me there smiling.
My knees were getting a little sore and He came back to me and lifted me to my feet. He pressed me into the wall and His knee between my legs. Kissing me so possessive and demanding His tongue almost fucking my mouth and it was at the same time a little bit too aggressive for my liking but against my will it turned me on, a lot. Made me feel so submissive and surrendering myself to Him. He used His own mouth and tongue as a muffler or gag to silence me as He suddenly attacked me tickling my sides and armpits as I was helplessly pinned to the wall and tied with my arms like this. I wanted Him to stop It was so intense! I wanted Him to go on and I wanted the sweet despair to grow into horny animal lust. I started to grind myself on His knee and He almost kicked me with it! My gasp was so loud even His forceful kissing couldn’t muffle it. I decided that meant – no not yet – and stopped, wanting Him so bad by now. He took His one hand and placed it on my throat, not pressing too hard, but still way harder than just holding. He started to lick my right armpit and the side of my breast and under the breast across the nipple and back to the armpit. Around in unpredictable routes licking biting and kissing. At the same time he was tickling my left side and my belly with His free hand. Just before He swopped sides and attacked the other pit and the other ribs He moaned into my left ear. »Horney yet? my little pet?« I whimpered a bit but it was still clear enough what I said »Yes Master« He tickled me on my right side and licking biting and kissing my left armpit and I was feeling so turned on, so helpless and so dizzy I could hardly stand up shaking and trembling as I was moaning whimpering and like He knew or read my mind He stopped and lifted me up and carried me to the bed. Lay me on my back with my knees over the edges of the corner of the bed.
Oh have mercy! I didn’t think it was possible to feel more vulnerable, and then I did!
My arms forced up. The ropes making me arch backwards a bit, involuntarily offering my sensitive belly up. My legs kept apart due to the corner of the bed. My upper thigh skin stretched due to the legs falling down the bedsides and making my mound stick up too. Even my knees, my hate-to-hate sore spot sticking right out in easy access.
He put His hands on both my knees and paused ..... long time .... and when He took His hands off from them I realized I had stopped breathing. He looked so intense into my eyes I felt I was an open book, no secrets left to hide all surrendered to His will.
»Young lady?« He said, but not really wanting an answer, He just began dragging in the short hairs in my armpit. Not going to pull them out, just to point out they were so long now they could be pulled at.
»Sir?« I replied, waiting a tiny bit nervous if He was really annoyed or just pretending. Holding me so firm like that I weren’t really sure of His mood.
»I« ...
He pulled at a few hairs
»Think« ...
He pulled at some other hairs and broke into a smile.
»this« ... pull ... »smurf« ... pull ... »needs« ... pull ... »a« ... pull ... »shave« ... pull.
He tickled my arm from the elbow sticking up, and all the way down to the side of my breast and back up to the elbow.
I was fighting myself to stand still, even though it made my instinct to take down my arm kick in, I knew I’d hurt myself due to the firm grip He had in me. It would both displease Him and disappoint Him a bit If He couldn’t see that it did in fact tickle so despite my shyness from revealing when I am turned on and I really want to be quiet so no one will hear me, I try to dare to allow sound to come out of me. It is a work in progress really. I want Him to know and I don’t want Him to know.
He didn’t let go of me and somehow it was a relief, oddly enough. Like the closeness of Him made it intimate and hugging, even though it was a power thing. I like to be really close to Him and some part of His body touching mine.
I did not feel really helpless, but frustrated in the sweet way that makes my submissive mind want to surrender. He kept tickling me like that up and down and I began to shiver, moan and whimper a bit.
»Tell me« He said in that tone of voice that makes butterflies in me »Who does this..« ... He pulled at a few hairs ... »..belong to?«
»It is Yours Sir« I whispered soft and shy.
»So tell me, does that mean I can do whatever I want to it?«
I gasped! ...but knew it was just His way of playing with my mind and making me shy having to say it out loud. I knew He wouldn’t like setting it on fire or plucking it out with a pair of tweezers hair by hair, He might push my pain threshold a little bit but never violate it. Still it was hard for me to reply »Yes Sir, You can«.
He couldn’t hide the smiling in his tone of voice when He said »So can I do THIS?« ... and licked a big long lick in my armpit with a big broad tongue like licking a huge lollipop. Hearing His voice smiling made it easier to say »Yes Sir, You can«.
»And even THIS?« He said and poked a pointy finger in the soft middle of my armpit and I screamed out a surprised sound, so He did it again. He could see it felt more annoying than actually tickling but did a few more times before He stopped and I was able to answer. I bit my lip and whispered fighting to say it »Yes ... Sir ... You ... can«.
»Good« He said »because now I feel like grooming my sweet little smurf. Don’t move an inch even if I let go.«
He walked about finding stuff talking to Himself intentionally allowing me to hear. He found some rope and shaving soap and razor and towel and things like that while He was talking. »She will be unable to move an inch.... This might dig into her butt crack ... completely stretched skin« Waiting and listening to all this made me so exited and butterflies were fluttering around indecisive if they should be nervous or turned on by all this. Still standing with my arm behind my neck but feeling a bit like I lost my warmth from the part where He was leaning into me and no one was there now, no hugging sensation.
He walked behind me and whispered in my ear, so close His lips touched me, in that tone that almost can make my panties fall off by themselves ..... »Give me your other hand too min lille skat«. I complied instantly and He did a quick cuff-bondage that made my hands stay together. I felt a piece of rope dangling down the back. He took a rope across the small of my back and around to the front from each side, leading it along my groin on each side and down between my legs returning to be behind me. I felt the rope in my hands tug and the rope between my butt cheeks and figured He joined the two. I had to test it, I couldn’t stop myself, and yes trying to raise my hands from their place behind my neck instantly made a pull in the rope that went via my groin to my butt. He did not really laugh, but I felt it still that He fully enjoyed my discovery. I was stuck with my elbows as the highest point and if I struggled I would make the rope between my legs pull tighter into myself.
»First some washing« He said, and started to lick my armpits. Making me all wet from His saliva and sometimes it tickled and sometimes it was just feeling nice but all the time it was making me feel both vulnerable and happy to get all this special attention. He did it for His sake, not caring if it tickled or were annoying or nice. It made me feel like I was His, like His lollipop or His toy, objectified a bit. My feelings were not the importance His enjoyment was. I loved to be His source of enjoyment, and I stole glimpses when He did not look at my face, to see if MrHappy was indeed that, happy. Seeing the bulge made me happy too.
Oh, but then He saw where I was looking and I looked away, but too late! He knew and He smiled.
»Tell me what you were just looking at« He said, and I blushed so shy and just knew the word “You” would not satisfy Him so I took a deep breath to stall time, but let Him know my intent was to answer. Holding breath, stalling. »I .... I was looking at ... at ... MrHappy ... to see if... if ... « and then I bit my lip and had to force myself to keep speaking » ...if he was happy ... Sir« He smiled and lifted my chin so I had to look at Him. »You would like that, wouldn’t you my little naughty smurf?« My eyes flickered and I couldn’t look Him in the eye, I just bit my lip and nodded. He laughed, not like -AT- me but because He was happy and loved it when I got shy.
He granted me the pleasure of knowing how He felt. He walked around me and pressed His bulge at me from behind. Feeling its hardness between my butt cheeks made me grow a bit horny. He tickled both my sides all of a sudden from back where He stood and I cried out a screaming kind of gasp. He kept tickling me evil fingertips lightly dancing and almost immediately I started moaning and whimpering and fighting to stand still since moving about made the ropes tug at either my hands or .... the other end. He didn’t stop until long after and I was all dizzy and was about to fall but He catch me before it even became falling by hugging me, grabbing my breasts. He helped me kneel before starting His water soap razor handling, so I wouldn’t fall while He was getting set for shaving me. He was so gentle and so tender and meticulous while He was shaving me, like I might break and be beyond repair. It made me feel so treasured and important, quite the opposite feeling I had earlier of being almost objectified. Now I was almost pampered like a baby with outmost care. It was still a challenge with those ropes, and sometimes my arm or my shoulder or my groins were aching a little. Being a constant reminder of my helpless situation. I felt so vulnerable, unable to defend my arms or belly or sides from anything. He finished shaving and from the look on His face He was satisfied with what He saw. He rinsed off any leftover soap and tiny bits of hair and started kissing my baby soft armpits over and over. He kissed me so soft and so tender almost like it was Him worshipping me and not the other way around. I felt so special. He left me there smiling.
My knees were getting a little sore and He came back to me and lifted me to my feet. He pressed me into the wall and His knee between my legs. Kissing me so possessive and demanding His tongue almost fucking my mouth and it was at the same time a little bit too aggressive for my liking but against my will it turned me on, a lot. Made me feel so submissive and surrendering myself to Him. He used His own mouth and tongue as a muffler or gag to silence me as He suddenly attacked me tickling my sides and armpits as I was helplessly pinned to the wall and tied with my arms like this. I wanted Him to stop It was so intense! I wanted Him to go on and I wanted the sweet despair to grow into horny animal lust. I started to grind myself on His knee and He almost kicked me with it! My gasp was so loud even His forceful kissing couldn’t muffle it. I decided that meant – no not yet – and stopped, wanting Him so bad by now. He took His one hand and placed it on my throat, not pressing too hard, but still way harder than just holding. He started to lick my right armpit and the side of my breast and under the breast across the nipple and back to the armpit. Around in unpredictable routes licking biting and kissing. At the same time he was tickling my left side and my belly with His free hand. Just before He swopped sides and attacked the other pit and the other ribs He moaned into my left ear. »Horney yet? my little pet?« I whimpered a bit but it was still clear enough what I said »Yes Master« He tickled me on my right side and licking biting and kissing my left armpit and I was feeling so turned on, so helpless and so dizzy I could hardly stand up shaking and trembling as I was moaning whimpering and like He knew or read my mind He stopped and lifted me up and carried me to the bed. Lay me on my back with my knees over the edges of the corner of the bed.
Oh have mercy! I didn’t think it was possible to feel more vulnerable, and then I did!
My arms forced up. The ropes making me arch backwards a bit, involuntarily offering my sensitive belly up. My legs kept apart due to the corner of the bed. My upper thigh skin stretched due to the legs falling down the bedsides and making my mound stick up too. Even my knees, my hate-to-hate sore spot sticking right out in easy access.
He put His hands on both my knees and paused ..... long time .... and when He took His hands off from them I realized I had stopped breathing. He looked so intense into my eyes I felt I was an open book, no secrets left to hide all surrendered to His will.
