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| Ideally, I am looking for a long term honest and trusting relationship that incorporates bdsm play. I do not consider myself a sub or a dom although I do enjoy being a bottom. In the past, I have been bound, tickled and teased. Aside from being tickled, I have fantasies about exploring many other aspects of bdsm including but not limited to spanking, whipping, sensory overload and deprivation, pain and pleasure as well as denial and cbt. In other words, I am open to and interested in exploring a wide range of sensual experiences. I am not a big fan of safe words as the knowledge that I can escape at any point definitely detracts from the feeling of vulnerability and helplessness. While bottoming, I want to be out of control. I want to know that I am completely depedent on someone else. I want to know if my partner gets inspired, I cant stop them. This type of play of course requires a very trusting relationship with someone that is interested in learning about me and my reactions. My partner would need to be able to read my body language as well as be very stable in mind and spirit. Finally, there should never be any doubt that hard limits will be respected and that I will exit the session alive and unharmed. It is also important that I learn what makes my partner tick and be able to cater to her specific needs. I am definitely interested in switching. However, in the interest of full disclosure, I have yet to top someone. As I said before, I really enjoy bottoming, but I have a strong personality and know that I am a powerful force. I have been told by a couple of my play partners that I have the potential to make a great top considering my attention to detail and the fact I am the one normally providing the toys. Barring finding an ideal relationship, I would definitely be interested in finding a periodic play partner who is willing tickle me for extended periods of time.
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The First Time with My Lady
Standing in your own garage and stripping as ordered while your lady watches is an interesting experience.
She had arrived in the afternoon a few weeks ago and taken a quick inventory of my house. Her mind was working through the possibilities. She was thinking about the furniture and the different things she could use to tie me to. That first time, there were no hard points in the house. In fact, I had very little in place for her. However, she saw the possibilities.
We then departed for dinner and on returning, I found her blocking the door ordering me to strip. She was taking control and I was submitting. I slowly removed my clothes and carried them into the house behind her.
She ordered me to stand in the middle of my living room. There she started to pull out her tools of the trade -- her ropes.
I had never really thought much about rope bondage. Yes, I know people are tied up and played with all the time. I just never considered the erotic nature of rope, the smell of rope, the feel of rope gliding across my body as she ties me while teasing me at the same time. The rope tickles. The rope snakes over my flesh. I stand letting her apply it. My hands are being bound behind my back. She blindfolds me, blocking out the light then heads off to explore the house a little more.
On her return, she walks into the kitchen and opens the sliding glass door. I hear her go out into backyard for a spell.
She returns leaving the door open.
Then she guides me toward the door. I panic. Certainly she isn't going to push me outside, naked and bound for all my neighbors to see. She giggles as i express my concern. Then she leaves me at the edge of the door.
When she returns to starts to tickle and tease me. She orders me not to squirm as she tickles. She orders me not to cum as she teases. I don't know how long the game in the doorframe lasted.
It was the beginning of a fun night but nothing like what was to come in the following weeks and perhaps later tonight.
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Bouncing off the walls
It has been almost two weeks since I have allowed myself to cum.
I'm not sure why I agreed to this game. It is definitely challenging edging then backing down. It is definitely challenging going almost two weeks without relief.
I am more aware of my cock and balls now than ever. For instance, I never really realized how much my car vibrates. However during my long daily commute, I now sense the vibrations teasing me, teasing me as I think of her.
I can close off my mind while I am working but in those quiet times, I am very aware of my need for relief. I am very aware of my own sexuality.
And the morning wood, it has been showing up stronger than ever the last few days. It is like it is demanding I cave in and unleash it. However, I continue as master of my domain.
My lady keeps checking up on me. She wants to make sure that I am fine. She knows this is a tough game. I think she is as eager to witness the end result as I am to experience it.
She is on her way over now, returning from a successful business trip. I know as she is driving along, she is thinking about all the things she can do to and with her toy. I don't know what she has planned but thinking of our last few weekends together, I know it will be memorable
As I type this, my sexual frustration grows. I'm not sure why I am teasing myself by writing journal entries. Perhaps it is because I know my added frustration will please her.
She has me where she wants me, bouncing off walls while anxiously awaiting her arrival.
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Why write when you can experience?
I haven't written in a while mostly because a wonderful and talented lady has found me and I am enjoying every chance I get to one, know her better and two, be her toy.
Although we were both traveling this past week and I am currently out of town, she literally had me tied up the two previous weekends. I think she has as much fun with me when I am free as when I have rope applied. I now even have a couple of tie points in my house. Sadly, they won't be used again for a couple more weeks until we are both available to hang out again. But they are there waiting for us.
From her emails, it sounds like she is planning different things to try with me. I can't wait. The more we learn about each other, the more fun I suspect we will have together. Besides, she already knows that I like it when she doesn't play fair.
Maybe next time, I'll tell you about some of the fun we are having.
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We enter the hotel room and take a look around.
I brought up the toy bag and an empty day bag but we left the rest of the luggage in the trunk of the car.
I know your mind is racing with the possibilities for play.
After a minute or so, you sit in one of the hotel room chairs and order me to strip. I remove my clothes as you watch. You always seem to enjoy watching me get ready for play.
You then point toward the day bag and order me to put my clothes as well as my shoes in the bag. I comply.
From the side of the play bag, you pull out four envelopes. "One of these you will enjoy, the other three you will not. Pick one but do not open it."
I wonder what you have in mind as I pick an envelope.
You get up and pickup the day bag. "I'm going to put this bag back in the car. I doubt you will be going anywhere dressed like that," you say pointing toward my nude form.
"It is going to be long weekend and I can't keep you bound the entire time. However, this should keep you in the room where I want you."
You start heading toward the door. "While I am gone, do not open the envelope. Go to the safe and select a combination, a combination that only you know. Lock the unopened envelope in the safe. Then the games can begin. My job this weekend is to extract the combination from you. Now one of the envelopes contains a game I know you will really enjoy. So you might want to give me the combination. However, I assure you that the other envelopes contain activities I know you will not enjoy. Whether or not you enjoy my interrogation techniques, well we will just have to see about that."
As you open the door, you say, "I'll be back shortly. When I return I want to find the envelope locked in the safe and you on your knees, with your blindfold on, facing the balcony."
You leave the room.
I look at the envelope then go over to the safe and read the instructions for setting a combination. I put the envelope in the safe and lock the safe.
Then, I take the blindfold out of the toy bag and position myself as instructed before the balcony door.
As I wait for you, I wonder what the contents of the envelope say. I wonder if any of the envelopes really have an activity I will enjoy or if all of them do. Although outside of play you are always honest, during play we have an agreement that you can fib to enrich the game.
I kneel waiting for the weekend's games to begin.
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I am chained naked and spread eagle on the hotel bed. You used our top quality medical cuffs and real chains for this game.
You stand surveying your work when there is a knock on the door. I look toward the door in surprise. If you open the door, anyone in the hallway will be able to see me. You walk over to the door and peak through the eye hole.
Then you turn to me and say, "I have a surprise for you and I think you are going to enjoy it." With that you turn back toward the door and open it wide.
Four women are standing in the hallway. As soon as they see me, they start giggling. Then they walk into the room and approach the bed.
Each one in turn reaches out and shakes my cock as if they were shaking my hand. I know instantly that you put them up to that.
You shut the door and walk back into the room. "The rules are simple," you say speaking to the women. "You stay clothed. You can tickle and tease him to your hearts content. Feel free to spank and pinch him as well. There is a decent amount of money in the safe and only he knows the combination. However, he is a bit of a Scrooge. If you can get him to tell you the combination, the money is yours. I am going out for some coffee but will be back to check in on you shortly. Enjoy."
With that you sit down like a queen in one of the chairs in the room and start egging the women on.
The women look on me with glee. One approaches and starts teasing me. In a low voice she asks me to be a good boy and tell her the combination to the safe.
I struggle trying to escape her touch. I tell her I don't know the combination. That only you know the combination.
She doesn't believe me. None of them do. None of them believe the truth. I don't know the combination. However you keep assuring them that I am the only one that knows the combination.
They descend upon me and you just laugh gleefully. I can't stop their probing fingers and hands and you just keep giving them pointers.
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After sitting on the beach for a while, you order me to start digging a hole a little up the beach where the sand is fluffier and less compact.
I start digging as you watch and give directions. The hole starts to take form and is wedge or "v" shaped. From time to time, you have me get in the hole. Then you order me up and have me make adjustments.
Finally, you agree that the hole is ready. I lay in the hole. My butt is at the bottom of the "v". My head and feet stick out of the hole. The part of "v" where my legs are has less of an incline than the part where my back rests. This allows just my head from the neck up and my feet from the ankles up to be out of the hole.
I wait for you to start shoveling sand on me but you are just standing there looking at me. I can tell that you are thinking that something isn't quite right.
You order me to put my arms behind my back so that they are under my back's natural arch. I am now laying on my arms.
You look around the beach and then grab my towel and put it over my mid-section. I look at you confused but you quickly reach under the towel and untie the drawstring on my swim trunks and before I can protest start sliding my trunks off. You slide the towel up a bit and start pushing sand into the hole. As the sand covers my mid-section you gradually remove the towel until I am naked but my nudity is hidden by the sand.
You continue to fill the hole until only my head and my feet are visible. Even if the sand weren't keeping me in place, I couldn't escape as you now have my swim trunks and it is a public beach.
With a stick, you write "TickleToy" in the sand and create arrows pointing toward me.
You look down at me and smile. Then you wrap my swim trunks in the towel and head down the beach.
After a while a couple of ladies come up to where I am buried and ask if I am really ticklish. I try to evade the question but one plops down near my head and starts gently tickling my face and ears while the other one runs a finger down the sole of my right foot. I giggle but I am trapped. There is no escape.
I have no idea if the ladies just stumbled across me or if you sent them my way. I suspect the later but it doesn't matter. I am their toy at the moment and I am sure more young ladies will be heading my way.
It is still early and I know I have a long day ahead of me.
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Having received a handful of responses to my journal entries from men, I would like to clarify that I am a very straight male.
I have no interesting in dominating a man or being dominated by a man. I have no interesting in being tickle tortured by a man or tickling a man. I have no interest in interacting with a man in any sexual manner.
A good friend of mine once said that human sexuality spans a range from very heterosexual to very homosexual. If you are near the middle of the range, you are bisexual (and probably one of the truly lucky people as you get to have all types of variations of fun assuming you ignore society in general and go with what nature intended for you). If you are on either end then any other combination does not work for you. Depending on where nature put you on the scale, your tendencies are more likely to be stronger one way than another. If you are naturally near an extreme, then I believe there is very little that nurturing or programming can do to change your base desires and instincts.
Now if I had to guess, I would bet a lot of people fall outside the extremes. That would explain both the fear of falling into the other camp and belief that sexuality is a choice. Those people see enough of the other side of the scale in themselves that they are either willing to experiment (and probably end up having a great time) or they walk the line set by some long since dead religious zealot and society in general, throwing stones whenever they can in hopes that nobody sees in them that very thing they stoning others for.
I subscribe to this philosophy simply because I know how I react around women that I am attracted to. I know the power of that attraction. I know how her scent turns me on. How her body, how her movement, how her voice affects me. Then there is that weird thing where I tend to be aware before being aware that a woman is pregnant. It is all in the hormones and one's sensitivity to them.
I have never had an interest in men and have recoiled when a couple of men tried to get too personal. It is just the way nature made me. I accept you as nature made you. I only ask that you do the same for me.
So if you are a guy reading my journal, I hope my fantasies delight you. I encourage you try out any fantasies that appeal to you (with someone else) and report back whether or not they ended up being what you thought they would be.
However, please understand, that I have no interest or desire to help you fulfill those fantasies.
Now if you are a woman reading my journal and want me to switch and put you in the positions I dream about, drop me line. Who knows, we just might be able to work something out. Likewise if you are a woman and want to grant me the privilege of experiencing some of these things myself, drop me line. Again, we might be able to work something out.
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The room is ocean front atop a tower, high above the sand and the stragglers walking below in the night. The room lights are off as we look down from the shadows onto the beach below. Can they see us, way above them? Can they see us sitting on the balcony?
It is the curious question of the voyeur. Sitting in the shadows, watching the people below us. Can they see us watching? Do they know that we are here?
You get that glint in your eye. I know you thinking of some cruel game.
With a wry smile, you get up and enter the room. I hear you rummaging through your bag in the dark. You return with several lengths of rope.
"Do you think they can see you from the ground?", you ask.
I shrug. I have no idea.
"Sit on the floor and remove your clothes", you order.
I obey. In short order I am sitting naked on the floor. I am a bit back from the railing but my nudity bothers me. What if they can see me from the beach?
"Roll over, onto your stomach and put your hands behind your back," you order.
Again, I obey. As you begin to tie my wrists and my ankles, I wonder how clean the balcony floor really is. You then tie my wrists to my ankles in a tight hogtie.
I am naked on the balcony floor above the night walkers and roaring sea.
You smile. "I wonder what they will think if they notice you."
You sit back down in your chair. I am hogtied to the left of you. You lazily reach down with your left hand and tickle my bound feet.
I giggle and struggle high above the sea wondering if anyone below can see my plight.
When you tire of your game, you get up and re-enter the room closing and locking the sliding glass door behind you. You then close the curtains.
I am alone hogtied, high above the sea.
Then I realize, even if I manage free myself, come dawn there will be no where to hide. Anyone on the beach will be able to look up and see my nakedness.
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We head down the trail together. I carry the day pack you handed me at the trail head. We walk up and away from the car enjoying the fresh mountain air and the warm spring day.
Nobody else is on the trail. But then it isn't a well known trail. Of course, I was wondering if you chose it for that very reason.
After a while, we come upon a meadow near a brook. You stop and look around. There is no one in sight. We are alone with nature.
You order me to set down the day pack. Then you tell me to strip. I remove my hiking boots and socks. I slide off my shorts and take off my short sleeve shirt. You motion for me to remove my boxers and I do. I stand naked before you and the forest.
You open the day pack and remove several lengths of rope.
We walk over to a nice tree. You order me to embrace it. In short order, you tie a rope around my right wrist, run it around the tree and bind my left wrist. You have me spread my legs and run a rope from my left ankle around the tree to my right.
You then start tickling me. Your attack is cruel as you go immediately for my most sensitive spots. I realize your goal is to wear me down. Then you stop and vanish for a bit.
You return with a switch. You seem to enjoy swatting my bare ass with it. Then you return to tickling me.
Finally, you release me.
You order me to lie down on my stomach. You pull my arms behind my back and start tying them together. You then tie my ankles. A loop of rope is also tied above my knees and my elbows. Finally you tie my wrists to my ankles putting me in a loose but neat hogtie.
You scoop up my clothes and boots placing them in the day pack and turn back toward the trail.
"Don't dally too long," you say. Then before you are too far down the trail you shout back "I like those ropes. If you want your clothes back when you get to the car be sure to bring my ropes back with you."
With that you are gone.
I begin to struggle with the ropes. I'm tired. The morning torture weakened me as you knew it would.
I know it is going to be a long afternoon as work to free myself and then slowly, barefoot and naked, walk back to the car. |
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I'm sore. I try to relieve the strain of being trapped in one position for so long but my movement is limited. The steel stockade holds me in place on my hands and knees. You fingers contine to dance across the soles of my feet. I can't escape your tickle assaults.
You glide your fingers up the back of my legs to the soft spot behind my knees. There you dig in again.
I'm tired but there is no escape. I am yours.
You pause for a moment. Blindfolded as I am, I can only imagine your expression and what you thinking. I sense as you adjust your position.
I feel one hand slide between my legs. A feather gently strokes my scrotum. I can't stop giggling. It tickles so. Your other hand sneaks in under my stomach to encircle my cock. You start stroking me.
It is an embarrassing position to be in. I can't move. I can't stop you. You continue stroking me. I can't resist the sensation.
I wonder if this is what a cow feels like when it is being milked. No escape. You have control of me.
As my body tenses, you stop stroking. The feather continues its insane dance. I start to relax. You continue stroking.
My body is yours. You can make me feel whatever you want me to feel. You control when I will get my release in all senses of the word.
It is humiliating and exhilarating at the same time.
The tickling continues. The teasing continues.
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You watch with great interest as I assemble the stockade. It is made of black steel.
You seem amused as I tighten the final screws then adjust the assembly trying to get it just right for my body.
When you think it close enough to correct, you pick up the five locks. You start by locking the steel cuffs that encircle my wrists. Then you walk around to my feet and lock them in the steel ankle cuffs. Finally, you lock the collar around my neck leaving trapped and defenseless.
Then with a smile, you put a key in each of my hands. I hold the keys to my locks but it is impossible for me to use them.
The stockade is designed so that I am on my hands and knees. My forearms and legs support my weight. My head is held immobilized by the collar. My butt is sticking up in the air making it an easy target for your hand or a whip.
You slip a blindfold over my eyes.
I hear you pulling a chair up in front of my face. My very ticklish face and neck are yours to tease for as long as you like.
Goose bumps race down my spine as you ever so gently run a tissue across my face. I can't escape. I can't pull away as you lightly let the tissue dance over my ears and down my neck. I start to giggle and you laugh cruelly.
My tickle torture is only beginning. My underarms are exposed as is my back, my ribs the soft area behind my knees and of course my feet.
There is no escape.
I am your toy for as long as you like. |
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This is a snippet from an exchange I once had a with a Domme. Sadly, she vanished before we could ever get together to play. I still think this would be an interesting experience.
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I see myself being bound spread eagle. Perhaps if the weather is good, I am staked outside spread eagle. I am either hooded in an extreme hood with only grommets to breath through, either via nose or mouth holes or I am blind folded, wearing ear plugs and perhaps gagged. Aside from the hood or blindfold, I am not wearing anything.
I see you leaving me that way for a little while so I can get used to my vulnerability and relax as much as I can, knowing what is eventually coming.
Then you begin the torture of milking my cock. I am sure it will be pleasurable at first. However, I understand from everything I have read, it will become real torture -- a torture I can't even imagine at the moment.
By agreement, I won't be able to stop the process. The goal is for me to be milked dry.
I want to know what is like to be dry. I am curious to know if I can have a dry orgasm to get some relief or if I will have to wait until my body produces more semen, which I understand can take from a couple of hours to a hellish couple of days. I am hoping I fall closer to the former than the later.
What would it be like to be trapped in my now highly sensitized body? How long will the after sensations last?
You would of course be free to tickle torture me as well. What would it be like to be tickled as part of this process or potentially even worse, at the end? Again, having no escape. Being forced to endure it.
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You have padlocks of various sizes stacked near you in a pile. You grin evilly at me as you pat the floor next to you and instruct me to lay on my belly.
Grabbing my right wrist, you wrap a leather cuff around it and slide a padlock lock through the locking buckle. Pulling out the key, you toss it across the room. I see it come to halt a near the wall. You take my other wrist and lock a cuff on it toss it's padlock key, a different key, in a different direction.
Next come my ankles. The keys are tossed in different directions.
I start to realize what game we about to play when I realize there are four different small locks next to my hood.
You pull my hood over my head and start lacing the back of it. The leather tightly conforms to my head. Then you pull the neck strap and buckle it. I hear a lock snapping closed. I am sure a another key has been tossed somewhere in the room. You then tighten the chin strap and apply a lock on either side. Finally, I feel the eye strap being tightened and hear the distinct click of the final small lock.
Of course, you are not done. I feel a small chain being attached to my wrist cuffs. Then it is locked so my wrists have limited mobility.
You don't bother with a chain between my ankle cuffs. You just lock the cuffs' o-rings together.
Then for your final act, you run a chain between my wrists and ankles. I am now locked in a loose hogtie. It is loose enough that I can squirm around and search the floor for a limited distance with my hands but too tight for me to stand.
Suddenly, you start tickling me. I have enough mobility to block you to some extent but strict tickling isn't your goal. I don't realize it until after the tickling ceases but your goal had been to disorient me as well as tire me out a bit.
After a couple of quick slaps to my butt, I sense you get up and walk away.
Weakened, hooded and loosely hogtied, I have no choice but to try and slither around the room feeling for the keys.
The game is on. Spread out around the room are the keys to my freedom and some where I am sure there is clock timing me. |
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I find it interesting when I read profiles that threaten binding someone and leaving them in a closet or dark room, alone, for a period of time as a punishment.
I have always wondered what it would be like to be bound loosely enough to keep the blood flowing but not so loose that I can escape, blindfolded or hooded and left alone with my thoughts for up to some agreed upon period of time. Perhaps I am trapped in a vacuum bed or a sleep sack. Maybe I bound to a pole or tree.
However it is done, I'm trapped there in the dark and silence with my thoughts and perhaps over time some pain but no real risk of harm.
What thoughts would run through my head? I'm sure I would wonder if you watching me. Are you laughing at my predicament? Am I on display? Are you completely ignoring me?
Do you intend to leave me there until the maximum agreed upon time is up? Will you really free me by the maximum point in time? Should I really have trusted you with this fantasy? What if you never free me?
Do you actually enjoy having me vulnerable and isolated in this way?
What if bodily needs kick in?
What would it be like to be a toy that you have put away for a spell?
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I once read this in a short story and have ever since both wondered if it was possible to experience it and what it would be like to experience it.
You have me sitting either on the floor or on a bench with no back. My hands are cuffed and bound above my head. It is a favorite position of yours as it gives you good access to my ticklish underarms.
My feet are locked in stocks in front of me. You have tied my big toes to hooks on top of the stocks. I giggle as you stroke the soles of my feet to test out their immobility.
Then you get up and walk away for a moment and come back with a bucket of something. You put gloves on your hands to protect them and smile down at me. "This is itching powder," you explain.
I'm sure I must look a bit nervous. You have that devious look on your face. That wicked grin.
You start by lathering my feet in the powder. You are careful to get it over every inch of my soles, between the toes, along the sides and even the very sensitive tops of my feet.
The itching starts but I can't move my feet enough to even use the stock as a scratching post much less allow my feet to scratch each other.
You grin back at me. "One more place, then we are done."
You get up and walk around me to my back. Then, to my horror, you start at the base of my neck and apply powder down my spine to my butt.
You disappear for a second. I hear the water running as you wash your hands.
The itching is starting. I can't do anything about it.
You come back holding a gag and blindfold. You sit down on my lap and look me in the eye for a second. You watch as I struggle to escape so I can scratch my itching body. Then you lean forward and strap on the gag. After that you blindfold me.
Leaning in you say, "See you in 30 minutes, by then it should start wearing off and I'll apply the second coat."
With that I feel you get up and hear you walk out of the room.
I am trapped in an itching body with only my thoughts. |
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Growing up afternoon summer thunderstorms were common place in Georgia. The hot humid days would for a moment be transformed by warm rains and a dazzling light show. The now rare evening storms we experienced the other day reminded me of another fantasy. One that we might have a hard time playing out until Georgia becomes a moister place.
So to begin . . .
Even though there is a chance of rain, the day is perfect. It is not too hot, not too cold. There are clouds in the sky blocking out the normally blazing afternoon sun. You decide to go forward with your plans for me.
We go out to the private back field and I strip for you. Then I let you tie three tethers to each of my limbs. I lay down and stretch out for you. You tie one tether tightly to each stake we had pounded into the ground earlier. I am now tied outside spread eagle and not going anywhere.
You giggle as you walk away back up the hill to house.
My mind races as I think about the animals or people that could find me so defenseless. I can't escape. I can't really move to defend myself. Then I realize there is also enough sun to burn me. There is nothing I can do about that either.
After a while the wind picks up and I smell the telltale sign of rain. I wonder where you are. I wonder if you know it is about to downpour. I'm trapped with no escape until you set me free.
The first drops smack me hard. They aren't soft gentle drops. They are big drops. More come as does a grumbling thunder in the distance. Then the sky opens up and I am instantly drenched. I can't see as the water pours down on me. I shiver a but can't warm myself up. The dirt around me is getting muddy but the stakes, three per limb hold tight to the ground.
I sense you moving near me. I hear you walking in your rain gear. You sit on my stomach. The rain has numbed me and I still can't see but I know you are enjoying the show.
You lean forward and whisper the obvious in my ear, "you're drenched." |
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As I see your wicked grin, I wonder why I ever agreed to be your TickleToy for the afternoon. You smile as you blindfold me. It is a blindfold with two straps. One goes above the ear and the other below. I suddenly realize that gives you full access to my ticklish ear lobes.
I feel your breath on my ear as you whisper, "No peeking."
I am stretched face up, spread eagle on your bed. My arms and legs are tied to your bed posts opening me up so I am completely exposed.
However, you are not done yet. You take some more rope and tie one end to my left wrist cuff then thread the other end though my right wrist cuff, pull tight and tie off. You then tighten a rope between my ankle cuffs in the same fashion. These two new ropes further reduce my mobility and increase my vulnerability.
You then run another rope from my left wrist cuff to my left ankle cuff, pull tight and tie off. You then do the same on my right side completely imbolizing my wrists and ankles in what you call a super-spread-eagle.
"Don't go anywhere now", you joke as you leave the room. I hear you rummaging around the house. I know you are picking out your toys for the afternoon.
Then I hear music as you turn on the sound system near my head. It drowns out other sounds and the heavy bass sends vibrations through the room. I realize I can't sense where you are.
Again, I feel your breath near my ear. "Are you sure you are up for this? Not that it matters. You aren't going any where any time soon." I hear you giggle as you lean in closer.
"I'm glad you waved your safeword. BTW, do you know what I used to really, really hate?" you ask.
I shake my head no.
Then I feel your tongue inside my ear. The wet willy sends goosebumps down my body.
Before I can recover you dig into my arm pits tickling and giggling as you send me into hysterics.
I can't move. My limbs are pinned.
My body is your instrument to play.
I am your TickleToy. |
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As I start typing this, I am wondering how many people in the Atlanta area are really into things like bondage and tickling. I am sure many people have kinky minds. However, how many people really play out their kinks.
I also wonder why society in general is against adults playing and having fun.
I for one know I enjoy being bound and tickle tortured by a playful lady. What about others? What do they enjoy?
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| Age: 23 |
| Manchester,
United Kingdom |
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