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Inspired by @bwamatoast — I love your art style!
Pretty Shibari
Imagine one night I tie you up in some pretty pink, purple, and light blue rope in front of a mirror, and right before I place the vibrator on you, I tell you to look at yourself. You turn your head away from shyness and I gently turn it back.
"Look at your cute little self, tied up in such pretty rope, ready for your Mistress to make you feel nice with vibrators, tickles, and love." I whisper into your ear.
I turn the vibrator on for a mere moment and watch you jerk from the stimulus.
"Awww... Are you ready now, my little rope bunny?~"
Can I play with you, just a bit?
In the morning, when you just woke up?
Can I bring you tea in bed? Can I gently stroke your hair, stroke your back, open the blinds to let a bit of light in... Friend, it's time to wake up...
How should I imagine you? Compliant and sweet, rubbing your eyes as you sit up, smiling like the ray of sunshine you are? Or are you resistant, pulling the blanket up to your shoulder, rolling grumpily away from me?
We both know it's time, love...
Maybe I should take the soft corner of the blanket, gently trace the delicate spiral of your ear with it...
What's wrong, what's so funny? Are you having a nice dream?
Maybe I should pull the blanket down as you're curled up on your side, walk my fingertips from your shoulder, down your arm...
Wake up, peach... Your tea is getting cold...
Hm...
What if I gently pinch that gap between your shirt hem and your pajama pants, the one that reveals the soft curve of your hip?
Oh, no, no... it's too late to hide it, now...
Lying on your side like this, with your arm pinned underneath you, I've only got one of your hands to worry about... and I've been awake for hours, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, sipping tea and drawing up a storm while you were blissfully unaware in dreamland.
I can hold that little wrist down quite easily.
Now, are you ready to get up~?
Oh, don't tell me that was a "no" I just heard...
You're awfully brave, aren't you?
Alright, then...
I suppose I'll have to take my thumb and forefinger and softly tweak this squishy hip of yours, maybe go up and down your side a bit, easily keeping you still with your feeble morning strength.
Goodness... I can't help but blush to listen to you giggle like this... Now, I'm almost glad you aren't an early riser...
What's wrong, dear? Are you afraid I'll go higher? It's hard not to notice how your laughter increases, in both pitch and volume, as I work my way up these ribs...
Tickle, tickle, tickle...~
Are you ready to get up, now, before I make you really howl?
Hehe... how cute. You really are just the sweetest thing, aren't you?
Here, let me help you sit up.
Oh, good. I was worried you'd be late! I'll come back and check on you in five minutes, okay, friend?
And when I do, you'd better be ready... Because next time, I won't stop.
I literally can't get this off my mind, so have a spicy short with Morgan and Dakota. Includes tickles, verbal teasing, and nippleplay
Morgan's hands traced up and down along Dakota's bare body. He tucked his arms under himself as part of a promise that he could be a good boy for her. But as those feathery touches went around, it became noticeably harder to keep still.
Her fingers traced circles over his belly button, making his tummy twitch and try to defend itself. "Staying still is hard, huh? Just make sure your arms stay under you or you know what I'll do." She reminded softly. Dakota simply nodded his head. Not daring to defy one of his Dom's requests.
But would it be easy? Of course not.
Morgan nuzzled her face into his neck, licking her tongue over his skin. It tickled in the most pleasant way possible. A tingle of pleasure shot all the way from his head to toes. Subsequent nibbling and licks only worsened the tingle before. His hands started to reach up, earning him a slightly painful bite on the ear. "Keep them under you, baby boy." Her soft but firm voice commanded. Dakota had to obey.
Next she kissed down his neck, earning adorable little giggles. The kisses went all the way down to his chest, where he could feel her hot breath on his nipples. "Remember our deal, alright? I won't forgive you if you slip up." Her tone, while still soft, intimidated him. He nodded meekly, focusing all his attention on obeying her only commandment.
As soon as her mouth closed on his nipple, his hips bucked up. They were such tender, sensitive places. But of course a sadistic Dom like Morgan couldn't just do one thing at a time. While her mouth sucked and licked on his hypersensitive chest, a single teasing finger traced along his waistline.
Dakota loved wearing frilly things for her. The panties were a beautiful pastel pink, and she smiled fondly as the frills brushed her finger during the tease. His cock was already pushing against the panties, begging to come out and stand tall. Her attention drew back to his face when he let out a pitiful little whine. She marveled at his cute expression. How he bit his lip and looked down at her. Studying every move she made. "C-Can you touch it please?" He quietly asked.
"What is 'it'? This?" Morgan fluttered her hands over his soft belly, making him squirm a little.
"N-No! Here..." Dakota took one hand out to point where he wanted attention, but Morgan slapped it immediately.
"Keep your hands under you and tell me where you want touched. I'll just keep doing what I want to do until you learn to use your words." Morgan said. And true to her word, she resumed the nippleplay and horrible tickling at his waistline. The heat built in his face. Why was he so shy and stupid about this stuff!? All he had to do was ask, and that was the impossible part!
"Morgan...?"
"Yes baby?"
"I want...uh...uh..."
"Take your time." She flicked her tongue quickly across his nipple, making him squirm and whine.
"My dick! P-Please touch it!" He blurted out. His face somehow reaching a darker shade. Morgan smiled at him.
"Look at you finally using your big boy words." She chuckled and went back to her nipple teasing. But her hand began tickling his cock through the soft panties. Tracing fingers, spidery crawls, walking up and down the length and making him jerk from side to side. He could feel her smile against his skin and a satisfied laugh came out. "You're just my ticklish, needy little baby boy, aren't you? You can't stand it. Maybe I'll keep going like this until you cum. It'll happen eventually with how needy you are. I just have one condition."
"Yes?"
"You still have to keep your arms under you until I'm done, or you don't get to finish. Deal?"
"Deal."
More of my boy Cogmire.~ I do love drawing him when IO get the chance.~
He’s a lovely guy, I swear.~
Update on verbal teases against myself
“Aaaww~! Is da widdle baby tickwish?”
NOPE. If you say this to me while tickling me, I’ll be deader than dead! I’ll turn into a giggling, squealing child. You, mister/miss tickle monster, will have me under your control AND your devious, tickly claws of lesser mercy.
So to answer your question, yes.
Dis widdle baby is vewy, vewy tickwish.