The ordeal F/m

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Feb 21, 2012 11:54 am

He lay, wrists and ankles cuffed to the corners of a sturdy wood-frame, on the hard wood-floor. He wore nothing but a pair of very short, very tight, trousers, and a, by now, very soggy bandana tied around his eyes. He knew she was around somewhere, because he could hear her breathing.
Suddenly, he heard a gentle thud, and knew she had knelt down beside him. Something feathery was gently being dragged up and down his stomach. He started giggling, and she started cooing.
“My, my, my,” she said. “We seem to have a ticklish stomach, don’t we? What about the rest of the body, I wonder!” The feathery feeling stopped for a second or two, and then it came back, this time on the inside of his left thigh. He tried, in vain of course, to close his legs.
“Stop it!” he begged her. “I can’t take it, any more!”
“You want me to stop? No way! Not for a while, anyway. This is just too much fun!” she laughed and continued stroking his legs.

She knelt beside him, wearing her favourite spaghetti-strapped leotard. In fact, when not in school, she exclusively wore leotards, sometimes with, and other times without tights, depending on the weather. She had changed into it, as soon as they had come through the door.
She made him take off his clothes, by “accidentally” drop a glass of lemonade in his lap. That forced him to wear the trousers he now wore. They seemed to fit him. Just about. She had lured him into the cuffs, by telling him to lie down inside the frame, ‘just to see if it was straight.’ The rest had only been a matter of speed and dextrousness. Wham, bam, thank you, ma’m! He’d been imprisoned, before he knew what hit him.
“You couldn’t get more gullible than him, how matter how hard you tried!” she thought, with a smile
Absentmindedly, she hummed to herself and lightly ran her fingers up and down the insides of his thighs; then the outsides, completely ignoring his pleas for mercy. She might have been absentminded, but she still made running mental notes of where on his body his reactions were the strongest, and subconsciously turned her attention to those areas.
After a while, she grew tired of kneeling on the floor and hearing him squealing, so she got up and went outside for a walk, leaving him where he was.

About forty-five minutes later, she finally remembered him. She ran back home to set him free, only to find her mother standing there.
“About time you came back home, missy! I‘ve got a question for you!” she said, with a stern face. With an almost regal wave of her hand, she made her daughter come over, turn around and face her ‘former captive’. At least that’s what she thought he was. To her surprise, he was still cuffed inside the frame and blindfolded, just as she had left him. “Are you going to continue whatever you are doing right now, or after you’ve had your dinner?”
“I’m hungry, so let’s eat. And then I maybe I can continue afterwards?”

Her mother winked at her and said:” Sounds good to me! Don’t stay up too late, though. Remember, you’ve got to go to school tomorrow!”
They both left, leaving him still on the floor.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: The ordeal F/m

Postby xtc » Tue Feb 21, 2012 12:17 pm

Hi Lasse, another fine entertainment.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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