I donโt know how it happened. I thought I could handle it. I could keep a part of me and surrender the rest. In falling for him, I gave up my soul. He owns me and Iโve never been more grateful in my life. He knows just how to move me. I am bound but my love is boundless.
I lay on my side in a deep, deep sleep. One leg folded up over the other. Hands tucked under my chin. A shadow closes in over me, kissing my lips softly with a whisper in my ear, โWake up my love. Roll on to your back...I'm going to tie you up now.โ I smile a lazy smile, excitement pulling me out of my dream toward you. I love the feeling of your hands massaging my feet while securing me to your bed, a nibble at my left ankle and then my right. The binding now covers your bites. Next my wrists, you lick my pulse point. I tremble at the thought of future pleasure.
You can't resist kissing me, the smile playing at my sleepy mouth too tempting. You bite my lip and suck it hard. Your tongue snaking out pulling my tongue into your mouth and playing with it. Thrusting deep into my mouth over and over. You break the kiss. I suck on my bottom lip and moan softly wishing it would continue.
I am still drowsy, eyelids dropping, while you fetch something, returning to find me in and out of a state of slumber, struggling to stay awake. I hear you say in a sensual husky voice, โI think this will wake you.โ At this my eyes snap open. I see you standing before me with a feather. I shudder immediately. A feather is one of the greatest torture devices for someone as ticklish as I am. You smile at the look on my face. โYou aren't allowed to move...if you do...well, I start over again.โ Curiosity, excitement and a trickle of fear at not being able to stay still fill me. I have no idea how not to move. Even now the anticipation causes my hips to wiggle slightly. Catching your eye I stop.
Starting at my right wrist and slowly softly sliding across to my shoulder, the feather causes quivers and chills throughout my body...not strong yet, but enough to cause a sigh, a moan to be released. Wet as I always am for you, I begin to feel a tension building, not quite reaching to a peak, but every so slightly increasing. If I were not concentrating so hard on not moving I know my orgasm would take me over. Up to the other arm and down again. Reaching my chest, you circle my breasts making me want to arch up for a stronger caress or perhaps your mouth. My chest rises and falls as my breathing becomes more rapid. My nipples harden. I see your eyes take note of this. You tongue slips out and wets your lips.
You know where I am ticklish and are avoiding that right at the moment even though being fastened as I am allows you complete access to my sides. You continue over my belly and down my right thigh. Goose bumps cover where you trace. My body is on edge with excitement. My pussy clenches each time the feather comes in contact with my skin. It glides up the inside of my thigh. Knowing the feather will eventually touch my most sensitive tickle spot soon has my mind working overtime.