Not Your Average Day

He knew that I watched those videos. He knew how turned on I’d become while seeing the women tied down. He thought about how I would pleasure myself while I watched those girls being erotically tickled. And now he was going to try something with me he had never done before.

I woke up that morning finding myself naked and unable to move. My arms had been fastened to the top corners of the bed. My ankles were equally immobile.

“You’re not going to work today,” he said, in a matter-of-fact kind of way.

I looked at him, incredulously, since all the times I had asked him to try something different, before, he had avoided taking part. So now, he had me at a disadvantage. I was speechless, to say the least, but not for long.

At first he started slowly, agonizingly slowly, dragging the back of his fingernails from the tips of my fingers down over the palms of my hands. It felt wonderful to me, his hands priming me, a bit at a time. Then he began advancing down my tender wrists and arms, catching the crook of my elbow, making me squirm. He went back for a second go at them, beginning from the beginning, in a gentle repetition.

Over and over, lighter than a butterfly in flight, he continued sending delightful shivers down through me. He worked them across my upper arms, dancing his fingers now, making me giggle some. He could tell I was in that perfect spot – entirely under his control, with him at the helm. I wondered what he had in mind for me next.

That was when he began in earnest. His evil-minded fingers began to rain down upon the sensitive skin under my arms and around my naked breasts. In circles and whorls, like an unending cyclone, he raced his way over my skin, causing me to burst out in laughter I could not control. Every now and then he would pinch a nipple, and then resume his attack. He paused, only for a minute, to let me catch my breath, and then he began the assault on my stomach.

With pokes and squeezes, alternating with piano-like playing, his hands scoured the soft terrain of my sides and ribcage. My belly was now fair game, and he made sure it didn’t feel left out. Over and across, and then down into my bellybutton, he drew laughter from me I didn’t know that I had. By now my tummy was shaking like mad, my chest heaving, as I gulped in breaths to catch up with his hands. With every intake, my pillowy breasts jiggled, nipples hard and reaching for the ceiling. It was almost too much to bear.

I couldn’t believe this was the same quiet man I knew – the man who was so predictable, the man without any mischief in his heart. But here he was, unmistakably. And he went at his task with a determination and drive I had to respect.

He stopped for a moment, giving me a much-needed rest, while he pulled on a set of fur-covered gloves. Now where did he find those? I wondered. He began to work them down over my legs, stopping awhile to torment the tender skin around my knees. My legs were in delicious agony, as I banged them up and down off the bed as much as I could while restrained. I shrieked and laughed and screamed at him, as he found all the right places to bother and trouble.

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