Just wanted to share with you the night I had the other night...
My girlfriend, Pet, and I have recently been getting into tickling. We're already very kinky, so this seemed like a logical next step. We've been watching tickle porn, and I've been writing tickle stories, but other than a few short touches when I've had her tied up, we hadn't enjoyed a dedicated session that was primarily focused around tickling. Until the other night...
She suggested it over breakfast. How she wanted to be completely helpless and completely at my mercy. I was a little surprised. I knew that tickling excited her a lot, but she'd always been a little reluctant because of worries about pissing herself. Honestly, I'm not sure why... we've experiment with pissing on each other before and she loved that! But I think it was that pissing herself while out of control scared her a little.
She explained that she wanted to be as restrained as possible, so that she couldn't get away, couldn't resist. She wanted to be have the option of escape taken away from her, because she knew how much I loved to tickle her.
Of course, I agreed.
I settled on an elaborate setup for the scene. I intended to enjoy it a great deal.
I set the TV in our playroom to play tickle videos on a long loop, to heighten the mood. The room was soon filled with the sound of girls screaming with laughter or begging for mercy. Earlier, I'd requested that Pet dress in sheer tan nylons and report to the playroom at eight. When she arrived, I blindfolded her and had her roll down her pantyhose. Then I inserted a remote vibrator into her - the Lelo Tiani 2, which I wholeheartedly recommend, by the way - positioning it on her clit and g-spot, and rolling her pantyhose back up. Satisfied, I then moved on with the next part of my plan - saran wrap!
Since she was blindfolded, she had no idea what I was doing and I heard her gasp as I slowly began to mummify her from her ankles upwards. As her body was consumed by the constricting wrap, her breathing quickened, a light panic that was tinged with excitement and fear. I was feeling excited myself, restraining her always did this to me, but this was a special treat. I felt a dull throb between my legs and I started to wonder what it might be like to sit on the face of a mummified girl... Maybe later.
After an age, her arms disappeared into the wrap, her pussy, her stomach and then her breasts. I made sure to leave her nipples exposed... I'd need access to them later! Finally, I reached her neck and the wrap was complete. She was swaying now, so I helped her hop backwards onto the bed and positioned her body to that her exposed feet were hanging off the end of the mattress.
I stood back and admired my work. My young lover, utterly helpless, nylon covered feet twitching up and down, her nipples rock hard and pointing upwards like waypoints. Taking the remote control for the vibrator, I gave it a quick, exploratory pulse... her body jerked and she gasped, shocked by the sudden stimulation. She moaned and sighed, a hot pink flush rose on her neck. Nodding, I set the vibrator on low and moved to her pretty little feet.
There's something about restrained feet, don't you think? Especially when they're in nylons, especially when the girl is anticipating something monstrous. The way her toes curl back and stretch at the thin mesh of her pantyhose, the way her soles wrinkle and smooth, the way her feet slide together. For the longest time, I just gazed at them, twitching, writhing, helpless, allowing the vibe to do its work, allowing her tension to build.
Then I reached over and slowly teased a single finger down her left sole, dragging my nail over the velvet of her nylons
She screamed and laughed and tried to pull her feet away from me, but I wrapped my arm around her ankles and held her in place.
"Please, please, oh god, Ella, please!" she moaned.
I touched her again, more fingers this time, more contact, holding her in place, riding her bucking movements. She was laughing continuously now, a pleasant, endless song of helplessness. I moved my fingers over her soles, scratched her behind her toes, caressed the tops of her feet. I could feel her squirming beneath me, fighting against my grip and the constricting plastic of the wrap. She had nowhere to go, she was completely at my mercy.
I set the vibrator higher, making it pulse repeatedly, changing up the rhythm. She screamed out and wailed, her toes wiggled back and forth, trying to get away even though she knew it was futile. And still I tickled her, showing not a single iota of mercy. I was feeling unspeakably horny now, the familiar feeling of control mixed with the intoxicating thrill of having another person fighting against you.
Her body was becoming warm, tiny beads of sweat erupted on her forehead. I sat up and allowed her a moment of respite. I flicked the vibrator off then kneeled at the end of the bed and kissed her soles, sinking my nose into that wonderful place behind her toes, breathing deeply to fill my lungs with the scent of her. She moaned, a different moan this time, a familiar moan. Pet does like to have her feet worshipped.
And then I started again, clicking the vibrator on, grabbing her legs quickly before she could roll away. I moved up onto the bed and straddled her knees, pinning her in place. It felt wonderful to have her beneath me, feeling her move, hearing her beg.
But I wasn't feeling in a merciful mood... and so the tickling continued. For hour after hour, sudden spurts of torturous touches, a constant manipulation from the vibrator. She came time and time again, always begging me to let her, never forgetting her training, screaming out with gratitude and relief when I finally allowed her to.
And, when I finally cut hour out of the saran wrap, freeing her exhausted, spent body, had she pee'd herself? Well, she says not, but it was sure wet and sticky in there!
My girlfriend, Pet, and I have recently been getting into tickling. We're already very kinky, so this seemed like a logical next step. We've been watching tickle porn, and I've been writing tickle stories, but other than a few short touches when I've had her tied up, we hadn't enjoyed a dedicated session that was primarily focused around tickling. Until the other night...
She suggested it over breakfast. How she wanted to be completely helpless and completely at my mercy. I was a little surprised. I knew that tickling excited her a lot, but she'd always been a little reluctant because of worries about pissing herself. Honestly, I'm not sure why... we've experiment with pissing on each other before and she loved that! But I think it was that pissing herself while out of control scared her a little.
She explained that she wanted to be as restrained as possible, so that she couldn't get away, couldn't resist. She wanted to be have the option of escape taken away from her, because she knew how much I loved to tickle her.
Of course, I agreed.
I settled on an elaborate setup for the scene. I intended to enjoy it a great deal.
I set the TV in our playroom to play tickle videos on a long loop, to heighten the mood. The room was soon filled with the sound of girls screaming with laughter or begging for mercy. Earlier, I'd requested that Pet dress in sheer tan nylons and report to the playroom at eight. When she arrived, I blindfolded her and had her roll down her pantyhose. Then I inserted a remote vibrator into her - the Lelo Tiani 2, which I wholeheartedly recommend, by the way - positioning it on her clit and g-spot, and rolling her pantyhose back up. Satisfied, I then moved on with the next part of my plan - saran wrap!
Since she was blindfolded, she had no idea what I was doing and I heard her gasp as I slowly began to mummify her from her ankles upwards. As her body was consumed by the constricting wrap, her breathing quickened, a light panic that was tinged with excitement and fear. I was feeling excited myself, restraining her always did this to me, but this was a special treat. I felt a dull throb between my legs and I started to wonder what it might be like to sit on the face of a mummified girl... Maybe later.
After an age, her arms disappeared into the wrap, her pussy, her stomach and then her breasts. I made sure to leave her nipples exposed... I'd need access to them later! Finally, I reached her neck and the wrap was complete. She was swaying now, so I helped her hop backwards onto the bed and positioned her body to that her exposed feet were hanging off the end of the mattress.
I stood back and admired my work. My young lover, utterly helpless, nylon covered feet twitching up and down, her nipples rock hard and pointing upwards like waypoints. Taking the remote control for the vibrator, I gave it a quick, exploratory pulse... her body jerked and she gasped, shocked by the sudden stimulation. She moaned and sighed, a hot pink flush rose on her neck. Nodding, I set the vibrator on low and moved to her pretty little feet.
There's something about restrained feet, don't you think? Especially when they're in nylons, especially when the girl is anticipating something monstrous. The way her toes curl back and stretch at the thin mesh of her pantyhose, the way her soles wrinkle and smooth, the way her feet slide together. For the longest time, I just gazed at them, twitching, writhing, helpless, allowing the vibe to do its work, allowing her tension to build.
Then I reached over and slowly teased a single finger down her left sole, dragging my nail over the velvet of her nylons
She screamed and laughed and tried to pull her feet away from me, but I wrapped my arm around her ankles and held her in place.
"Please, please, oh god, Ella, please!" she moaned.
I touched her again, more fingers this time, more contact, holding her in place, riding her bucking movements. She was laughing continuously now, a pleasant, endless song of helplessness. I moved my fingers over her soles, scratched her behind her toes, caressed the tops of her feet. I could feel her squirming beneath me, fighting against my grip and the constricting plastic of the wrap. She had nowhere to go, she was completely at my mercy.
I set the vibrator higher, making it pulse repeatedly, changing up the rhythm. She screamed out and wailed, her toes wiggled back and forth, trying to get away even though she knew it was futile. And still I tickled her, showing not a single iota of mercy. I was feeling unspeakably horny now, the familiar feeling of control mixed with the intoxicating thrill of having another person fighting against you.
Her body was becoming warm, tiny beads of sweat erupted on her forehead. I sat up and allowed her a moment of respite. I flicked the vibrator off then kneeled at the end of the bed and kissed her soles, sinking my nose into that wonderful place behind her toes, breathing deeply to fill my lungs with the scent of her. She moaned, a different moan this time, a familiar moan. Pet does like to have her feet worshipped.
And then I started again, clicking the vibrator on, grabbing her legs quickly before she could roll away. I moved up onto the bed and straddled her knees, pinning her in place. It felt wonderful to have her beneath me, feeling her move, hearing her beg.
But I wasn't feeling in a merciful mood... and so the tickling continued. For hour after hour, sudden spurts of torturous touches, a constant manipulation from the vibrator. She came time and time again, always begging me to let her, never forgetting her training, screaming out with gratitude and relief when I finally allowed her to.
And, when I finally cut hour out of the saran wrap, freeing her exhausted, spent body, had she pee'd herself? Well, she says not, but it was sure wet and sticky in there!
