“school Of Bondage” By zblabla

Assertive Young Ladies #169

This one hits pretty close to home for me. When my wife installed monitoring cameras in the house, she didn’t tell me about them at first. That’s how she caught me trying on her things and masturbating with her sweaters. Then she sat me down for a talk, explained that she knew everything and that things were going to be different from then on- she’d be watching me, checking the recordings and administering punishment if I didn’t adhere to her new rules. I was so ashamed and humiliated that of course I agreed to her terms, and now she’s much happier knowing her control over me is secure. It was hard for me at first, but I’ve come to appreciate her confident leadership, her strength and her firmness with me. Being a weak beta, it’s what I really need, and being an alpha woman, it’s just how things ought to be. For the first time, we both feel right in our relationship, in each of our proper roles. It may not be for everyone, but for us, FLR is heaven.

How she used to tease me

A girl I used to date knew how incredibly ticklish I was and would take advantage of it from time to time. I remember once she was sitting on my bed, reclined on my pillows as I practically laid on top of her between her legs looking into her eyes.

“Kiss me”, she ordered in the sexiest way imaginable…and being a good boy of course I did as I was told; until I felt her fingers under my shirt scribbling her long sexy nails gently all over my hips.

I lost it.

I was giggling and babbling like a baby for her to stop…all the while my excitement grew against her and my head practically fell into her breast as I tried to fight the tickles. But of course she was having a wonderful time toying with me and decided to make matters worse.

She switched back and fourth between a devious smile and the sexiest little pout and began teasing me about my ticklish predicament, all the while acting as though she was just innocently laying there waiting to be kissed. “See you don’t even want to kiss me…you’re just laughing…what’s wrong…why are you laughing so much…what’s so funny…why is it so hard?” It was the sweetest torture I’d ever received.

Eventually I fought through her beautiful tickling and giggled deeply into her soft lips as she kept tormenting my ticklish hips with those deadly little nails of hers. Occasionally she’d break the kiss to laugh at me…“what, why are you laughing? You’re so bad!” 😉

I wish it would never have ended!