This is a fantasy that’s been plaguing me for weeks. I say ‘plaguing’ because currently have no way to make it a reality. I have to say the hornier I get the kinkier and rougher my fantasies get. It goes both ways, flip flops, between doing the tying and being the one tied up, just rough and kinky. The reality is that given the opportunity for sex, it would likely be a rip the clothes off, wet lip-locking, take her over the couch, sweaty, collapse cause you can’t stand up afterward sort of thing. However, the fantasies tend towards the extra kinky, and this isn’t even one of my own extra naughty, taboo sort of things. It’s a good one though.
It’s interesting, this post is a little different, fantasies are different. They often start in the middle, things get a little hazy at times, but it lets your imagination do its work and you as the reader can fill in what’s missing according to your own tastes. I’ve always wondered about the end of this one.
The ropes stretch her cuffed wrists above her head towards the headboard; ropes stretch her ankles downward pulling her body tight. She is on her stomach, naked, breasts pressed into the bed, ass up, pillows under her stomach forcing her hips upward.
Things had begun long before this. We had been exchanging naughty texts all day. She knew that I was going to tie her up tonight, that I have something in mind already, but I wouldn’t give her the details. She knows that she is going to be tied up, dominated, flogged, that whatever I have in mind will last a long time. The only instructions I gave her were, garters and heels, anything else is was up to her, and then to meet me at the door when I knocked. I texted that she wasn’t allowed to touch herself at all today, that would have to wait until I got there.
When I knocked on the door, a few moments went by and then the door opened to her standing there, black garters and heels as I asked, breasts are all but spilling out of a bra that she chose, her hair brushed out and coiffed, a dangly pair of twisted sliver earrings, and a bracelet adorned her otherwise naked body. Panties are noticeably absent and my eyes are drawn to her trimmed pussy. I let her stand exposed in the doorway for a moment while my eyes take in the exquisite sight of her before I step inside and close the door.
I reach behind her neck and tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her lips to mine for a passionate kiss, my other hand finding the small of the back, pulling her body into mine. I move my hand down to her ass, squeezing as we kiss, my other hand joins it squeezing her ass, pulling her body tightly into mine, making it obvious that I am already hard.
I break our kiss and slide around behind her and wrapped my arms around her and whispered in her ear,
“I’m going to push you hard tonight, do you remember your safewords? I’m going to dominate you, use you however I please. You will be exhausted and spent before we’re done.”
“I remember.”
“Tell me.”
“Red for stop, and yellow for almost red.”
“Good. I’ve been thinking about tonight all week, wait till you see what I have in store for you.”
The night started there, moved through a spanking to begin, bent over the couch arm the garters accenting her legs, highlighting her ass and the naked folds between her legs. I made her spread her legs far apart, displaying herself for me; I walked around her admiring her ass stretched tight waiting for my hand, bent over her areola spilling out from the bra, slid my hand between her legs feeling her already wet. Her on her knees, dressed only in a bra and garters, still wearing the heels, using her hands and mouth on my cock. The lingerie disappeared, I made her take off the bra for me and then sit on the couch while I slipped off her heels and very slowly rolled each garter down her leg, making sure that my fingertips caressed her leg all the way from her damp curls to the tip of her toes, followed by an intense flogging, her standing, hands behind her head, the flogger licking every inch of exposed skin below her neck, covering it over and over again. I followed with my fingers, caressing the reddened skin, kissing the pain away, feeling the heat on my lips. Her on her knees again, standing again, hands behind her head, a feather running up and down her pussy lips, relentlessly teasing.
Now she’s tied to the bed, completely exposed, the pillows raising her hips up, exposing the folds between her legs, her wetness dampening the pillow below.
I bring my lips down between her legs, sliding my fingers down her back caressing her ass on the way down. My tongue slides up her lips, up and down, flicking inside he, drawing a moan out of her. She’s writhing as my tongue gently slides up and down. When she arches her back I can just flick her clit, I leave me tongue there, circling her clit, teasing until she’s bucking against the ropes trying to press her clit harder against my tongue. I oblige applying harder pressure, continuing to circle her clit until she’s nearly ready to cum, I back off, going back to long strokes and she groans in protest, after a few moments I go back to circling her clit and she starts gasping and squirming against the ropes. I let her build up right to the brink of cumming and then stop all stimulation and pull away. I situate myself on top of her so the length of my body is pressed against her, my mouth next to her ear, making sure she can feel the full length of my hard cock pressing against her ass. My breath tickles her ear when I start speaking,
”Now, finally we come to the main event. You may not appreciate this as much as what I was just doing, but believe me, I am going to enjoy it. I want you to know without a doubt that tonight I am going to use you for my pleasure, dominate you as I choose, and that you are tied to the bed, vulnerable and exposed for whatever I want to do to you.” All the while I talk one hand is tracing her earlobe, dipping into the sensitive skin behind her ear, down her neck.
“You’re going to tell me a story, now we’ve done this before, but this will be a new story, one that I’ve never heard before, and since you probably need time to think of a good story. . . .I’m going to give you some appropriate motivation first. I’m going to alternate spanking your nicely displayed ass and tickling you; I’m going to give you two hard swats and then two minutes of tickling, there will be five sets like that, two swats, two minutes of tickling followed by two more swats. That’s ten swats total. The first two swats will be with my hand, the next two with the tawse and the rest with the paddle. What do you think?”
“I’m not sure I like this plan.”
“I like this plan. When all five sets are done you can begin telling me your story. As for what story you tell there are some criteria to think about, it should be a very very naughty fantasy, something that you’ve never told me, something that never fails to turn you on, it can be something that you might not want to actually occur in real life, something taboo, a fantasy that you’ve never told another soul. What gets you going when nothing else will? Since it needs to be something that you haven’t revealed to me yet I thought some extra motivation might be in order, hence the five sets. Plus I’m very much looking forward to making you squirm, and I will make sure each of those sets will make you squirm deliciously. I expect a very naughty detailed fantasy, and after those five sets I will switch to doing things that you will like much better while you tell the story. If your story doesn’t meet the criteria, then, well, I’ll just have to give you a few more sets for motivation until you come up with something appropriately naughty. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent,” I slide off of her and looked at her stretched out body,
“I am going to enjoy this so very much.”
With that I bring my hand down hard on her ass, no soft warm-up, enough to make her jerk against the ropes. I slip my hand down to tease the damp curls between her legs, watching the handprint appear. My hand comes down hard again on her other cheek, producing a matching handprint. I glance at the clock and without pausing move straight into the tickling; my left hand finds her armpit, my right starts grazing her ribs. Her reaction is instantaneous, jerking against the bonds, trying not to laugh, writhing back and forth one way the then other trying to escape the sensations, but the ropes hold her tight. I move both hands to her ribs, up to her armpits, down to tickle her hipbones. She can’t hold back the laughter anymore, it’s coming out forced, she’s squirming hard, but my fingers are relentless. The sight of her squirming, yelping every time my fingers find a good spot is intoxicating. The two minutes are finally up, and she relaxes onto the bed breathing hard; I lean to whisper in her ear,
“That was set number one.”
I flick the tawse through the air, letting her see it before I bring it down on her ass. It makes a loud cracking sound, much louder than my hand. I barely give her time to flinch before bringing it down again. This time I use my fingers on the back of her thighs, squeezing, tickling, the back of her knees; the squeezing of the backs of her thighs garners immediate reaction,
“Nooo, stop. Please. No. No.”
I ignore her pleas, continuing to tickle her, my fingers finding her ticklish spots along the crease of her ass, the top of her ass itself, between her thighs. Finding a spot that that drove her crazy, her laughter increased to a fever pitch, uncontrollably writhing on the bed unable to escape my fingers. The two minutes are up again. Her hair is plastered to her face and I brush it away, bending down look into her eyes.
“You are mine and I will torment you as I wish tonight and there is nothing you can do about it except lie there and take it. Absolutely nothing. I can’t tell you how much you turn me on, how much watching you squirm and writhe under my fingers turns me on.”
I find the leather paddle, the heavy thick one with the dragon appropriately tooled on its surface. I tap the paddle gently against her ass, watching her face.
“You know what this is going to feel like, you’ve had a few hard swats from this before. I’m not going to go easy on you tonight. I’m going to enjoy watching you struggle after I set your ass on fire with this.”
After a couple more gentle taps I swing the paddle down hard. CRACK. It sounds like a firecracker going off in the room, and her whole body lifts off the bed, trying to get away from the sting. The ropes are unforgiving, holding her firmly in place, unable to even reach back to soothe her reddened ass. I follow this first paddle strike with my hand, stroking where the paddle struck, soothing the flesh, kneading gently. I step back, letting her watch me get set, watching her tense up, watching her face when I bring the second stroke down. I give her a few moments before I continue with her tickling, letting the sting fade to a burn. This time I tease her, and she can’t help but watch my fingers as best she can; I let her anticipate, watch my fingers get closer and closer to her ribs, inching closer to her armpits until my fingertips are just brushing her skin and the sensations are building, she trying to hold back the laughter, her face is scrunching up, and then my fingers are really tickling her the laughter is jerked out of her and she’s trying to squirm away. Then it’s my fingers creeping up the back of her leg towards a ticklish spot. Over and over, letting her anticipate, gentle caressing tickles, riding the edge between maddening and desperately ticklish before finally sliding into the touch that produces the hysterical laughter.
“More than halfway done, I hope you’re thinking of a good story. I’ve decided that you’re going to stay tied up for the story, while I work you over in a more pleasurable way. I think that will be fun, and also just in case I have to give you extra motivation, but I think when the story is over I’ll untie you before I fuck you. I believe I’ll untie you bend over the bed and finish hard from behind. That would be about perfect for tonight.”
I look at her reddened ass, stretched out on the bed, for whatever I had in store for her. I pull back the paddle and let her have both strokes right next to each other. CRACK. CRACK. With no pause into between, with those she let out a little yelp, almost a gasp. I smile a little because generally she’s very stoic about her spankings.
“Are you ready for your tickling?”
“No more tickling, please.”
“Tell you what, as much as I love tickling you, I’ll give you a choice since you asked so nicely. You can trade your next two minutes of tickling for four extra swats with the paddle. What do you say.”
There’s silence for a few moments and I know she’s thinking about how much the last two hurt, knowing that if she took the bargain that those extra four would be just as hard.
“No, I don’t want any more swats, I take the tickling.”
“As you wish.”
I climb on top of her again, sliding up until my chest was resting on her shoulderblades, the length of my cock pressed against her ass.
“I’m going to tickle you and let you buck against my body, writhe against my cock.”
My fingers searched out her armpits and started with a gently tickle, building the sensation gradually. Her ass started grinding into my cock, I can feel the heating radiating from all the swats I’ve given it. As my fingers ramped up the sensation, fingers scrabbling down her ribcage, back up to her armpits, the forced laughter started and the squirming got more and more desperate. She started pleading with me to stop, but the tickling was relentless. I didn’t stop the sensations for a moment the full two minutes. She was writhing underneath me nonstop. When the two minutes were up I spend a few moments kissing her earlobe and down her neck, across her shoulderblades. She’s breathing hard, sweaty from the squirming.
“One more set. Two more swats, two minutes of tickling and then it’s time for the story you’ve been cooking up.”
The paddle comes down again, hitting squarely across both cheeks. I follow it with my fingers, easing away some of the sting, letting my hand wander downwards, spending a few moments caressing your mound, causing you to moan and press yourself up harder into my hand. When I pull my hand away you groan, and I bring the paddle down again; it’s clear that you’re holding back the yelp, only a gasp escapes.
“Now I’m really familiar with all of your most ticklish spots, and I’m going to use all of them the next two minutes to make you desperate from the sensations.”
I don’t give her any mercy this last time around. I take advantage of all her most ticklish spots, the special spot under her arms, all along her ribcage, the hollows of her hips, the brutal spot inside her thighs. From the moment I started to the end she laughed hysterical, squirming desperately to escape, but the ropes are unrelenting. The sight and feeling of her squirming under my fingertips is more than enough to keep me hard. It’s the most intense two minutes yet. When it’s done she’s a exhausted, I brush the hair away from her face and tell her,
“Don’t worry, it’s on to something you might find a bit more pleasurable.”
My fingers slide between her legs finding the places that make her moan in pleasure; my other hands strokes her back, kneads her sore ass, working away any lingering sting. I stay like that for awhile, letting her catch her breath, letting the sensations from my fingers get her even more wet than she is already. Her words said that she hates it, begging for the tickling to stop, but her begging only turned me on more, and the growing damp spot on the pillow belies her words. When her breathing has slowed down to a normal level, and quickened again for a different reason I stand up and pull a few more things out of the toy bag. A feather comes out, the baster, the soft suede flogger, the piece of frayed rope and all get laid on the bed. I lean down next to her and she looks at me, not angry for what I’ve put her through, but lustfully.
“Please fuck me, I want your cock now. You can even tickle me if you want.”
I grin,
“I’m tempted, but I’m dying to hear what story you’re going to tell me. I’m dying to know what naughty, debauched fantasy gets you going when nothing else will. Are you ready?”
“Yes, I had a hard time deciding which one to tell you, you know many already, plus you were making it hard to think, but, yes, I decided.”
“Excellent.” My fingers start pleasuring you again.
“I’m going to enjoy pleasuring you while you regale me with you naughty tale, but if you get too distracted by my fingers I may have to swat you again to keep you on task. Whenever you’re ready.”
She smiles at me.
“I’ll do my best to stay on task. No promises though.”
I pick up the feather and start tracing random tracks through her back. Settling myself in for a good story.
“Well, when I’m extra horny, when nothing else gets me going, this one always does the job. I’ve not told you before because, as you said I’m not sure I actually want it to occur, it’s just a little taboo, certainly extra naughty.”
She sighs contentedly at the sensations from the feather and settles herself deeper into the pillow supporting her hips.
“So, I imagine myself. . . .”
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