Studio: Tickling-Submission
Genres: Bdsm
I was lying on my back, tied down. A black gag was firmly between my lips, my hands and feet were tightly bound. I was wearing nylon stockings and black pumps, until Mr. Tickler slowly took them off. The look on his face when he saw my nylon-covered feet… I knew exactly what was going through his mind. Then it came. His fingers. Fast, gentle, yet relentless. Every touch through the nylon was like an electric shock. I curled my toes, trying to move away, but I was trapped. I felt laughter rising through the gag, muffled but uncontrollable. I begged, but he didn’t stop. His cock was definitely hard. I wanted to see it and put it in my mouth. Suddenly, I felt his fingers on my hips. He pressed down and I jerked my whole body. The quick transitions between my ribs, hips, and armpits were destroying me. When he got to my armpits, he had me completely in his grasp. My body was writhing, my head thrown back, my hair sticking to my face. I wanted to tell him that I would suck his cock if he stopped tickling me, but I was gagged.