I want you and a friend to tie me down on my back. You lie pressed up next to me on your side. Pull my shirt up to where my sensitive tits start to swell. Slide an arm under my back and around to my ribs, and start by giving me gentle tickles. Use your other hand to flick and pinch my nipples.
Whisper in my ear, “You aren’t allowed to cum.”
The other person is sitting down at my feet, ready to rake her long nails along my soles until I squirm and then thrash and then cry. You tell her when to do it. You tell her when to take a break and slide up my tensed legs to tease my desperate little clit.
“You aren’t allowed to cum.”
You’re tickling me hard now, digging into my ribs and under my arms, tweaking my nipples just long enough for me to catch my breath to start begging.
“What do you want, tickle slut? Do you want us to stop? I don’t think you’d be this wet if you wanted us to stop—tickle her feet a little harder.”
“I can see her little clit swelling. She’s such a good slut—I’m not even near your pussy now, sweetheart, are you this wet just because I’m touching your feet?”
“What’s that? You want to cum? Oh, baby, I already told you that isn’t allowed. You want to cum already? I’ve hardly even started to tease your tits yet.”
Feet, clit, ribs, tummy, nipples, armpits…you and your friend cycle through them until I can’t do anything but laugh and groan and sob and hump the air and arch my back, and I’m doing it to try to get away but I also want to cum so badly that it’s practically the only coherent thought left in my brain.
“Nod if you want your Daddy’s cock, sweetheart,” your friend says as she drags her nails along my insoles. I do something that you must interpret as a nod. You laugh meanly, tickle me just a little harder, a little longer, and you tweak my nipples before swinging your thigh over me.
“You aren’t allowed to cum,” you say again. “If you cum while I’m fucking you, we get to tickle you for the rest of the afternoon. I want to see how long it takes for you to forget how to say ‘Daddy.’”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Come up around here,” you say to your friend. “You’re in charge of her nipples and her little clit.” She licks her lips and moves to sit where she can reach everything she wants to torture. She runs her nails down one of my sides, first lightly, then harder.
You tease my entrance with the head of your cock.
“You’re not allowed to cum. But we’re going to make you cum anyway.”
You slide into my cunt as her hands find my clit and a nipple. “You’re so fucking easy to break, slut.”
You get to tickle me for the rest of the afternoon.














