Just tie me up, spread eagle, straps around my waist and stomach so I can’t wiggle, and use nipple/clit pumps on me, pump them til they’re throbbing and I’m squirming and leave them on there. In the mean time, tickle the shit out of me. Strapped down so I can’t wiggle and knock off the cylinders, my cunt throbbing and starting to leak. Just several minutes of tickling on all of my sensitive places til I’m begging and promising anything for it to stop. Then take the pumps off my nipples and clit and tease them with a feather, just light strokes over them, so sensitive and swollen now, unable to push up against them. Tickle my clit til I’m on the edge. Then put the pumps back on, and tickle me. Repeat til I’m an absolute wreck, heaving sobs from laughter and desperation, sweaty and my thighs and the bedding below me wet from my soaked cunt. Then leave me there, needy and humping the air like the pathetic horny little girl I am.
“Now that you’re restrained, we’re going to start with four simple yes/no questions. No noises, no words, just nods or shakes of your head. Understood?
“Good girl! I’m glad you remembered to just silently nod your head, and now question 1 is already done. Now for question 2, and just silent nod or shake of your head, remember. Do you remember writing this?” and then I show her a tumblr post, her tumblr post, written before she’d even met me. She inhaled, possibly to say something before she thought better of it, and just nodded, and tried not to squirm.
“Very good! What a hot, slutty thing to write! You should have seen my grin when I read it. When you wrote that, did you mean it? Is that what you wanted?”
“Of course you did. Such a good little slut, putting her thoughts out there for meanies like me to read and use. I know it’s so humiliating to admit it, but I’ll bet your cunt is so wet just thinking about it, realizing that you’re helpless, restrained in exactly the way you’ve fantasized about. I’m going to check and there’s no way you can stop me, but first, one last question: Do you still mean it? Does the idea of me granting your wish, tickling you, then teasing you, then tickling, then teasing, all while knowing that you’re not going to cum tonight, does that still turn you on, toy?”
I already knew the answer, could already smell her answer, but part of the fun is watching her admit it. “Good girl,” I whispered, kissing her while slowly rubbing her to an edge, giving her the last firm touch her clit will feel until tomrrow at the earliest.
For the love of god PLEASE
