Hello, Ticklish.
I'm so ... happy ... that you've allowed me to bind you face down to the bed, arms outstretched together above your head, legs spread, and you're in your favorite state of undress. Do you feel...sufficiently helpless?
Good.
Now... you should know better than to post things on your tumblr account that I might see. I know you pass them off as ... flights of fancy ... but I know those are deep desires. And my memory is long.
As you feel me bind...something to your upper thigh, let me read this post to you, just so you're aware what is about to happen to you.
*Ahem* - "tied face down with a vibe strapped to the inside of my upper thigh with juuussst enough pressure to feel the vibrations while simultaneously being softly tickled on my entire body might heal me… " Your words. Your wish. My obligation.
So as I start your favorite toy on its lowest setting, maybe you could help me determine where these light tickles should begin? Shall I straddle your upper body and trace my fingers from your hands, down your delicate arms and softly explore your vulnerable pits for a while?
Or shall I work from the other direction? Stroking the sole and toes of one of your perfect feet...while I kiss, lick, nibble, and suck the other?
Your choice where I begin....but *I* will decide the rest of the route, making sure to leave no square millimeter of skin wanting. Your hips, your knees, your back, your neck. All of it will be properly attended to.
But you have to be careful. Every time I think you enjoy yourself a little too much, your favorite toy will increase a level. And should it max out? Well, I'm sorry. I have a lot of work to do, and you'll just have to do your best to deal with it.
Just remember - you asked for this.
Prepare yourself, Ticklish.




















