Love The Way She Smells

Late 30s male (fantasy blog) 20+ only Sharing what’s on my mind(Tickling, bondage, helpless women)

[herbiggestfan]

Who would you have in this predicament for the evening?

Left: Samantha

Right: Melissa

Voting ended on8h

[herbiggestfan]

Less than two hours to vote !

[herbiggestfan]

If you’re a little white girl, feel free to show me those feet in my DM’s

😘

[herbiggestfan]

While out on a hike, she saw a couple men and she asked them if they wouldn’t mind taking her picture as she does this handstand.

They had no problem helping her out, but when it came time to give her back her phone. They decided to tease her a little bit by throwing it back-and-forth to each other. She quickly began to get upset and a little aggressive so they then decided that they were gonna take her back to the cabin……For a weekend of fun to teach a lesson on manners.

[herbiggestfan]

Who would you have in this predicament for the evening?

Left: Samantha

Right: Melissa

Voting ended on8h

[ticklishgirlx]

poor thing can’t even handle a feather…

let’s see how she reacts to the brush.

[strugglesluttori2-deactivated20]

[bound4fun-deactivated20250702]

Disrespectful to the wrong client

When the man asked if she did guys hair she replied “can’t you read?” And pointed to the sign. “No guys hair.”

He left but then waited until the day was over. The older man was able to sneak up on her, snatching her up and bringing her back to the warehouse to teach her some manners.

[bound4fun-deactivated20250702]

Unexpected Surprise

Melissa thought it was just gonna be another average wedding appointment, she would get in the hotel, meet the bride and do some hair. She had no idea an older very wealthy gentlemen who was her landlord had orchestrated the whole thing. Mr. Richardson was obsessed with her and devised a plan to get his hands on her. So when Melissa goto the hotel by her surprise she was ambushed by some hired men, they bound up and gagged her mouth shut. Delivering her to their boss for him to enjoy for the weekend.

[herbiggestfan]

Melissa adjusted her green hat as she hurried down the hotel corridor, her tote bag jingling with hair tools and a warm coffee in hand, unaware of the mix-up awaiting her. Mistaking the groom’s room number for the bride’s, she stepped into a haze of laughter and clinking beer bottles, the groomsmen already tipsy, their ties loosened and eyes glassy. The groom, his whiskey-soaked grin widening, stumbled toward her, his hands reaching for her black dress, while the best man slurred a crude invitation. She snapped her curling iron in defiance, but the drunken mob overwhelmed her—hands pinning her to the table, her cries drowned by their raucous energy, until the ordeal left her unconscious amidst the chaos of spilled cards and broken resolve.

Hours later, she awoke on a stark white bed, her body encased in a tight black latex suit, restraints buckling her wrists and ankles, a matching hood obscuring her face. The best man’s shadow lingered in the room, the faint hum of morning traffic seeping through the window as the van ride’s memory faded into this new confinement. Her coffee and tools were distant echoes, replaced by the slick, unyielding material that bound her, her movements restricted by the leather straps. Fear pulsed through her. The men were slowly showing up for some pre-wedding fun.

[herbiggestfan]

Melissa had only been at the firm for three months when the three women from accounting invited her out for “just drinks, nothing crazy.” They were bright, funny, always talking about rooftop bars and private parties she’d never been cool enough to hear about before. She wanted so badly to belong that she ignored the little alarms (the way they kept checking their phones, the hushed giggles when she went to the bathroom, the third round she never remembered ordering). By midnight they were in the back of a black SUV she didn’t recognize, her new friends squeezing her hand and cooing that the club they were going to was “exclusive, you’ll love it.” The last thing she felt before the needle kissed her neck was one of them brushing hair from her face like a sister.

She woke up on a old bed in a cold room that smelled of rust and oil. Thick rope bit into her wrists, looped over an iron hook that creaked each time she swayed. A heavy latex hood clung to her head, sealing away sight and most sound, leaving only the wet drum of her own pulse and the low murmur of male voices negotiating just beyond the door. The floral skirt and knotted white shirt she’d worn to feel pretty now felt obscene, twisted and half-torn, the boots she loved scuffed and dangling inches above a grated drain. Footsteps approached (measured, expensive shoes on concrete), and someone ran a manicured thumb across the sole of her bare foot like he was testing fruit. One of the voices, older, amused, said her name the way collectors say the name of a new acquisition. Melissa realized then that the women from accounting had never been her friends; they were scouts, and tonight she was the bonus that sealed whatever deal had just been made upstairs.

[herbiggestfan]

Sam had been flattered when her boss booked the “exclusive client retreat” and insisted she attend solo, covering every expense at the upscale hotel. She kicked off her boots, stretched across the crisp bedspread, and lost herself in her phone, unaware that the keycard swipe minutes earlier wasn’t room service. The chloroform-soaked cloth came fast; her muffled gasp and frantic kick were the last sounds before darkness swallowed her.

She awoke to find her arms restrained behind her, and her ankles bound with leather straps. Her dirty socks stuffed her mouth, sealed by duct tape. The untouched second bed mocked her; the deadbolt was thrown from the inside, her cracked phone on the dresser displaying his final message: *Consider this your performance review.* as the masked man opened the door letting a few owners of the company into the room.

[herbiggestfan]

Always showing off that tongue

[herbiggestfan]

Samantha had always been the star of the CrossFit gym, her lithe, athletic body pushing through grueling workouts with a determination that drew eyes from every corner. Unbeknownst to her, the gym's owner, Alex, had been watching her obsessively for months—his secret admiration festering into something darker. From the shadows of his office, he'd installed hidden cameras, capturing her every sweat-drenched session, but it was never enough. She was oblivious, flashing her warm smile as she chatted with fellow members, her ponytail swinging with each burpee, her gray leggings hugging her curves in ways that fueled his fantasies.

One fateful night, after the gym had emptied and Samantha lingered for a late solo session, Alex made his move. The live feed cameras hummed quietly in the background, broadcasting to his private server as he approached her from behind, a chloroform-soaked cloth muffling her surprised gasp. She struggled briefly, her strong limbs no match for the surprise attack, before slumping into his arms. Dragging her to the dimly lit back room, he secured her with leather restraints, her eyes fluttering open to meet his manic gaze. "I've waited too long," he whispered, the camera capturing every moment as he explored her bound form, the thrill of possession finally his, with the world unknowingly just a click away from witnessing it all.

[herbiggestfan]

Add a bondage picture that best goes with this picture.

[stinky-sweaty]

[herbiggestfan]

Such dirty feet you have little one.

[herbiggestfan]

Little white feet. Soft, moist, stinky, and ticklish.

What shall I do with sensitive soles.