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Cl!it Tickling - Blog Posts
Lets play a fun game tonight. I will tie you spread eagle and naked, and edge your cl!t all night long with my feathers while I read to your all your tumblr posts about wanting to be tied spread eagle and naked, and have your cl1t edged all night long with feathers. Deal?
I wish there was a way to properly describe how much looking at your helpless and vulnerable, legs spread, makes me want to be a complete merciless and cruel sadist to that throbbing little bud...
I want to break you, little kitten. I want to push you beyond your own sanity. I want you to get angry at me for being able to enjoy your suffering. I want you to regret ever allowing me to tie you down. But most importantly, I want you to realize you are but a toy for my entertainment, and instrument of my enjoyment, and the craziest part....you CRAVE every second of it and that's what makes you thr craziest. The fact that this agony.....is only driving you wild with lust.
How about we play a little game. I take of your panties and tie your legs fully spread, and then I do nothing but spider tickles over that pretty little pussy until you are begging for mercy. Sound like a plan?
Ready for some fun?
-I have been thinking about giving erotica a try for some time. I figured this would be the best place to try it out. Please forgive the crude writing, it is my first attempt after all LOL-
In a dimly lit room, where shadows danced playfully on the walls, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. A plush bed sat in the center, adorned with soft blankets and pillows, inviting yet teasing in its comfort. The air buzzed with an electric tension, a mix of excitement and nervousness, as two figures prepared for an evening that promised to push boundaries and explore the depths of pleasure and restraint.
Ella lay on her back, her arms stretched wide and secured to the bedposts. The soft fabric of her shirt clung to her skin, an enticing hint of what lay beneath. Her heart raced, not out of fear but from the thrill of surrendering control. She glanced over at Jake, who stood beside her, a playful grin plastered across his face. The glint in his eyes spoke volumes—a promise of fun and mischief.
"Ready for some fun?" he asked, his voice a low, teasing drawl. Ella giggled, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and vulnerability. She nodded, unable to form words as the anticipation swirled like butterflies in her stomach.
With a swift motion, Jake reached for a feather, its delicate tip quivering in the air as he brought it closer to Ella's exposed sides. "Let’s see how ticklish you really are," he said, playfully wiggling the feather. Ella squirmed instinctively, the mere sight of the feather sending waves of anticipation through her body.
As the feather made contact, a burst of laughter erupted from Ella’s lips. The sensation was electric, each stroke igniting a fire within her. Jake reveled in her reactions, his fingers dancing across her skin, exploring every ticklish spot he could find. It was a game of tease—every laugh and squirm only encouraged him to continue.
But Jake had more in store. He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "I think we should make this a bit more interesting," he whispered, pulling out a silk blindfold. Ella’s eyes widened, the thrill of the unknown sending her heart racing. With a gentle but firm motion, he tied the blindfold around her eyes, plunging her into darkness.
Now, her world was reduced to the sensations coursing through her body. Without the visual distractions, every tickle felt amplified, every brush of his fingers sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. The feather became an instrument of delight, gliding over her skin, teasing and tantalizing in equal measure.
“Let’s see how long you can hold out,” Jake teased, his fingers now exploring the curve of her waist and the softness of her thighs. Ella writhed beneath him, laughter spilling forth as her body reacted to the waves of ticklish sensations. She was at the mercy of his whims, the power dynamics shifting in a way that only heightened her desire.
As the minutes ticked by, Ella found herself teetering on the edge of something deeper. The laughter morphed into gasps, her body responding to the dual sensations of pleasure and restraint. Jake watched her with a mix of amusement and lust, enjoying the way he could draw her closer to the brink without letting her fall.
“Almost there,” he murmured, his fingers working expertly, bringing her to the peak of her arousal before pulling back just in time. It was a delicious torment, leaving her breathless and craving release. The denial was palpable, a sweet torture that only intensified the heat building within her core.
But Jake had his own agenda. He introduced a new element, teasingly whispering promises of what was to come. “You’re going to feel so good when I finally let you go,” he murmured, his fingers still working their magic. The words hung in the air, a tantalizing promise that only deepened her need.
Ella was lost in a world of sensation, her body arching and straining against the restraints, craving that final release. The tickling continued, a relentless wave of pleasure that pushed her to the edge again and again. Just as she thought she might break free, he would pause, drawing out the moment, prolonging her agony.
“Just a little longer,” he teased, his fingers now sliding lower, teasing the delicate skin of her inner thighs. The added sensation was almost too much; she could feel her body responding instinctively, every nerve ending alive with awareness. Ella cried out, the sound echoing in the room, a mixture of laughter and desperation.
With each tickle, Jake watched her closely, gauging her reactions, adjusting his touch, knowing exactly how to keep her on the precipice of ecstasy without tipping her over. The game shifted, and with it, the stakes grew higher. He introduced a gentle pressure, his fingers teasing the sensitive spots while still maintaining the ticklish touches that kept her laughter spilling forth.
“Do you want it?” he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Ella nodded fervently, her body aching with need, but Jake only shook his head. “Not yet.”
With every denial, the tension built like a coiled spring, ready to snap. Ella was breathing heavily, her body a taut wire stretched to its limit. It was a delicious game of push and pull, and she was utterly enthralled by it.
Finally, Jake shifted gears, his tone changing to one of gentle coaxing. “Alright, I think you’ve waited long enough,” he said, his fingers now moving with purpose, a rhythm that promised release. He began to tease her, pushing her closer to the edge once more, the combination of tickling and stimulation sending her spiraling toward the brink.
When she finally teetered over that edge, it was an explosion of sensation—a wave of pleasure that crashed over her, leaving her breathless and gasping. But just as she reached that peak, Jake pulled back, denying her the release she so desperately craved. The denial was sweet torture.
“Please,” she whimpered, the word spilling from her lips like a desperate plea. The laughter subsided, replaced by a raw need that filled the room. Jake’s grin widened, reveling in the power he held over her.
“Alright, let’s give you what you’ve been begging for,” he said, his fingers returning with renewed vigor, coaxing her to that edge once more. This time, he wouldn’t pull back. The moment she reached that peak, he would let go, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over her, a sweet reward for her patience.
With each stroke, Ella felt the tension coiling tighter, her body responding eagerly, ready for that final release. The laughter faded, replaced by gasps and moans of pure pleasure as Jake expertly guided her to the brink.
And when she finally soared over that edge, it was a symphony of sensation, a crescendo that left her breathless and spent. The room echoed with her cries of ecstasy, a testament to the wild journey they had embarked on together. It was more than just tickle torture; it was a dance of trust, a shared exploration of pleasure that bound them closer together.
In that intimate space, with laughter and gasps mingling in the air, they found a rhythm that celebrated both the playful and the profound, a moment suspended in time where pleasure and connection intertwined.
There we go. Now remember what you said? You wanted to experience asshole AND clit tickling at the same time? Well I can certainly help with that...
I want to find out how many flicks of this fude brush on your naked and exposed clit it takes for you to start begging me for mercy. Just remember....you asked me to ignore your whining no matter how loud you got...
Fun date idea. Tie her spread eagle, naked with her cl!t hood taped back. Then proceed to tickle and edge that buttery bud with feathers until she is begging and screaming for an orgasm while you read to her all her tumblr posts about how much she wants to be edged and tickled on that buttery bud with feathers until she is begging and screaming for an orgasm.
Currently taking applications for full time tickle slaves. Job duties as follows
1) Must be willing to be tickle tortured at any time of the day, no questions asked, naked and fully spread eagle for however long I desire.
2) At least one hour of non stop cl!t tickle torture with feathers with no orgasm daily
3) You will only be addressed as tickle slut from now on
Any takers?
Really in the mood to tell a ticklish little lee what a good girl she is in my baritone voice as I stroke her cl!t with my feather collection until she soaks every single one of them.
What do you mean you "can't take it anymore"? What do you think is the point of the restraints silly kitten? It is so you don't have to think about it, you simply will take it. Now hush. Let me torture that bud until I get tired of hearing you beg.
Born to be a pleasure dom. Forced to torture your aching and sensitive cl!t because you crave it so much little one...
Tie her legs spread wide, tape her cl!t hood back and overstimulate her cl!t to the point it is actually tickle torture to even blow air on it, then use feathers to drive her wild. That's the move right there.
I want to overestimulate your little ticklish bud with feathers and a Hitachi so bad, that you genuinely regret asking me to tie you in my bed without a safeword and promise to give me anything to stop....only for me to ignore every single one of your pleas and keep going until you cry.
Sure thing kitten. I will stop torturing your clit with my feathers since you are begging so desperately for me to stop. But that also means you go back to the chastity belt, and you were SO CLOSE to being able to cum....so tell me..what will it be little one?
How about we play a little game? I will tied you spread eagle, naked to my bed. I tape your cl!t hood back, and use the feathers in my collection to tickle torture it until each one of them is soaking wet. How does that sound?