True Sex Stories: Tied Up And Tickled

By the time he got to eight my brain had switched tracks and so had my cunt: I wanted to fuck right there and then. Lust coursed through me....A string of orgasms were ripped out of me.

He got inspired by being affectionate. Both of us were facing the mirror and he parted my robe as he stroked me in an absent-minded way. But then something triggered in him and it became a focussed groping, especially on my cunt. As I turned around to kiss him his erection jabbed at my stomach.

"Let's go to the Black Room."

We hadn't cleared up from the previous weekend so everything was still laid out and ready to go. I was mildly apprehensive as I crawled onto the Bug Board because he had mentioned including tickling in this scene. Tied up and tickled? I can't think of anything that'd approach the unfairness of that. I knew it was likely to spark something, but I had no idea what.

With his sore back I knew we wouldn't be fucking on the Bug Board like we did last week, and it made him more careful with how he moved around the bed. It wasn't long before I was tied up, though, and as he looked down at my helpless body I thought he is going to slap my pussy. And he did. That first pussy slap always makes me rage. It is my intimate girl bits getting slapped, and it never fails to rouse my ire or make me wet.

All week I had been focussed on looking after James, and to step into a scene and become submissive and compliant was not easy, but he did a good job of making sure he shifted me out of top space. After a few playful slaps and a bit of Fairy Wand vibration on my clit he asked me if I wanted my feet tickled or my pussy slapped. I knew immediately that I didn't want my feet tickled because they were still sore from wearing high heels the day before. It fucks with my head having to say that I want my pussy slapped but eventually I was able to articulate it.

He asked me how many hard slaps I wanted. I was still in that toppy space so I answered "One hard one." He looked at me, surprised. I know that if he only has one shot then it is going to be a bitch. But my toppy space deals much better with a single hard one: it is shorter, quicker, and requires less engagement.

Then the idea of just how hard that one slap was going to be started to freak me out so I presented another option. I went the other extreme. "Ten please, with the same hardness all divided up between the ten."

"Cheeky shit," he said and gave me the first one. Not too bad I thought. Another one a wee bit harder. That's more like it. And another. Now I could feel the intensity coming through. By the time he got to eight my brain had switched tracks and so had my cunt: I wanted to fuck right there and then. Lust coursed through me. A couple more hard ones and he mashed the Fairy Wand onto my clit and I came and came. A string of orgasms were ripped out of me.

Now I was warmed up.

He put down the Fairy Wand and started running his fingers over my torso. Slowly his motions became firmer and firmer and he focussed on my ticklish zones. I swore at him and hated him, and I told him how lucky he was that I was tied up. My bonds were a bit looser than usual and I was working all the leverage I had to try to get at him.

He explored various points on my body and the reactions those tickling fingers invoked, and my bratty rage kept erupting as he started pushing it more and more. Every now and then what sounded like a giggle would escape, which made me madder still.

Wallop! He gave me a pussy slap to contrast with the tickling and something clicked in me, bringing up crying and emotion and instant vulnerability. We both immediately recognised the trigger for what it was. We didn't try to to figure it all out right then, but it made us realise that tickling and slapping is not a good combination for me.

Back to clit vibration and pussy slapping: that combination works, and it works amazingly well. Another wave of orgasms was not far away … or so I thought. I found myself humping the wand, and then I realised that he'd started turning it down. It was a terrific mind fuck. I was expecting to come, and then he dialled down the vibe and left me feeling more wanton than ever.

Slap! Slap! Back to the vibe and I was coming again. Slap! Slap! Slap! Vibe. He had me begging for it now. Slap! "More please, harder." Vibe. Harder slaps. "More please, please." Slap! Ow! The vibe was on high, or at least it felt like high. I don't know how high it was; all I know is my brain was gone. I had come and come and come.

He cuddled me and said "I think that is enough for now."

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