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Gromet's Plaza Bound Amethyst dragon dragon story. Soft yet unyielding. You tried to look around but you were unable to see under the dark mask that covered your eyes. The bed was comfortable beneath you and you were naked on top of it.

You could feel me watching, could hear my breathing quicken as you shifted on the bed testing your bonds. Your body trembled and your own breathing speeded up, as if you had run a race.

You had to calm down. You didn't know exactly what Bathing with aunt stories in store, but for the moment you had to stay calm. You could feel my entire focus on your body and you could see the view you presented from my eyes.

Your arms and legs spread out to the four corners of the bed. Your hair spread out against the pillow. Your breasts rising and falling with every breath.

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Your nipples hardening under my scrutiny. Much to your embarrassment, you could feel your body responding, the wetness between your legs betraying you. And still I make you wait. A sound of movement alerts you to my Femdom diaper stories. Without warning, the palm of my hand cradles the sole of your right foot.

This small action demonstrating how truly vulnerable you are more effectively than words.

I remove my hand, leaving behind a warmth and tingling that carries its message to your very core. You feel the tip of one finger as it draws small circles Milking machine sex stories your big toe. Then a long slow trace down the length of your foot ending its journey at your ankle.

You could not control the sensations that caused your foot to jerk at my gentle touch.

An unwelcomed, yet loving suprise

Again the warmth of my palm as my hand caresses its way up your leg. Pausing for a brief Wife flirting stories, I tantalize the back of your knee with a quick tickle. Your thigh is not spared either the warming caress of my palm or the tickle from the tips of my fingers.

The top of your thigh receives the warmth.

Your inner thigh twitches and stirs under my fingers as they tease, tickle and tantalize higher and higher. The lightest sheen Truth or dare erotic stories sweat films over your body. Shamelessly you squirm, needing to feel my fingers on the heat of you. My fingers skim across the light covering of hair.

You were trembling. So close, so very close. Your hips arched Nudist incest story the bed to complete the contact. My chuckle increases your dismay at the disappearance of my hand.

An unwelcomed, yet loving suprise

Your moan, poignant in its frustration. The feel of my tongue on your nipple makes you jump then sigh at the erotic sensations. The light scrape of teeth electrifies every nerve ending. As my teeth held one nipple captive, my fingers began to randomly trace patterns Lesbian rape fantasy stories your other breast.

My teeth give up their claim on your nipple and the coolness of the air makes it even harder.

Tickled to be here!

You could not stop what little movement was allowed to you within the restraints. Then it happened. M2f sex stories the fingers that had been teasing and tantalizing became masters of their true craft.

Tickling sensations racked your body and overwhelmed your mind and nervous system in waves.

Lost in the erotic haze of the sensations, you have no time to build any defense against the tickling. You can't tell where you were more ticklish; the parts that had been touched or the parts that hadn't. It didn't matter! I now control you completely. No part Impregnation incest sex stories you is safe from my tickling.

Even through your laughter you are aware of your body and how I toy with it. No area of skin is spared my touch.

There are moments when you believe you would go mad. Your feet are now my Wife swap party stories, and I am relentless. You feel me pull your toes back, taking my time, allowing you to catch what breath you could. It never occurs to you how those very pleas fuel my desire to tickle you even more. Gone are the lightest of teasing touches on the bottom of your foot. 25 stories in feet is now an all out tickle attack and your foot serves as the battle ground.

Your mind becomes blurred with the sensations. My nails are brought into play, never painful, but relentless in their role in the tickling that occurs.

I sense whenever you Kristen stewart sex stories as if you've become immune to my ministrations and move on. Never one to take anything for granted I ignore your other foot for the moment and pursue other areas. The softest of strokes across your belly announce my arrival.

A long pause. You are allowed to catch your breath and anticipate my next caress.

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The seconds draw Mixed sex fight stories and you become as unnerved by the waiting as you are by the actual tickling. A part of you wishes you could see my face at this moment of waiting. You can't control the softer giggles that escape even though you am not being touched. Your body releases a deep ragged breath.

Perhaps in the days that follow you will look back and scoff at your weakness. You, because you are never even the least bit submissive out of the bedroom and even then, our play never includes the words 'slave' or 'master'.

Agreeing with that when we first started playing, I take great joy in coming up with a whole Drunk wives sex stories of other words to take the place of those. You are galled by very idea of admitting any such thing to me; yet on the other hand you are impressed with the creativity that I employ to work around your rules.

I, on the other hand have always loved to match wits and intellect with you and love nothing more than to make you beg and squirm and in the end.

‘tickling’ stories

Ever so slowly my fingers begin the torture they were so well deed for. My memory serves me well and you are hysterical as I explore every sensitive area along your stomach and sides. My fingers dance and play, lightly then firmer. Softly prodding and light pokes to the sides. The effect guaranteed to drive you insane. One fingertip circles your navel. Sinking your belly in Male nudist stories flat as possible to your spine then arching up in a totally involuntary movement.

That one finger and the sensations emanating from your navel became your entire focus. This was one of the Crossdress bondage stories that can bring you to your knees. Sensations from there travel throughout your entire body.