I want a lee in heavy restraints. Gagged, blindfolded, naked, exposed. You're not going anywhere, little girl. Not until I decide to let you go. And you're not going to be let go for a long time.
Once those cuffs are closed, once those locks are snapped shut, you're mine. All of you. Every bit of sensitive skin you have will be tested and teased and tormented until there's tears in your eyes and you're too tired to even laugh any more.
Your underarms? Mine. The bits between your toes? Mine. Your sides? Mine. Your neck, your thighs, the backs of your knees, every part of you, every piece of ticklish skin you have... mine, mine, mine. All those secret ticklish spots that you try to hide? MINE.
No amount of begging or crying will bring you mercy, and you WILL be begging and crying. I'm going to make you suffer and I'm going to enjoy every second of it.
I want you to beg. I want you to suffer. I want you to know that you are completely helpless and that you'd do anything to get out but IT. JUST. WON'T. STOP.
I want to tickle you beyond anything you've ever experienced, beyond anything you'd ever thought you'd feel.
Does it make you wet? The thought of being tickle tortured? The thought of being held down and tormented as every one of my fingers glides over your sensitive skin, as they dip into your exposed pits and then run down your ribs and onto your belly? Wondering what tools I'm using as you feel them setting your nerves on fire as you try to pull away and shake me off.
Imagine how excruciating it would be to be edged like that, over and over. Just slow, relentless tickles until you're screaming into your gag for your clit to be touched.
And then having it teased with the lightest little feather touches. Just gentle and slow, so, so close to the point where you're about to cum......
....and then just back to getting tickled. Underarms, nipples, thighs, neck. Anywhere, everywhere, except your clit.
And then back to teasing your clit.
How many time do you think you could take it? 20 times? 30 times? You're take it as many times as I decide you will. Until you feel like your whole body is electricity. Until you're pulling as your bonds just trying to push your body against my hands. Until the entire universe stops existing and the only thing you know is the desperate, overwhelming, unstoppable need to cum.
And eventually, when you're broken, when you've lost your mind and you're crying and soaking wet, I'll make you cum.
I'll make you cum and cum and cum. More than you thought you could. More than you ever thought your body could take. Over and over until you're a drooling mess lying there struggling to get your breath back, quivering and shaking until your nerves slowly come to reality.
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