I woke up slowly, the way you do after a night of being thoroughly used before being put back under.

My body felt heavy, deliciously sore in all the right places, but the moment I tried to move I realized I was tied again—spread wide open on a different mattress. Smaller. Firmer. The cool metal of a footboard pressed against the ankles of my bare feet, my legs once again tied wide apart.

He’d moved me from my big king bed in my bedroom, to the queen in the guest room... The tighter frame let him strap me in a way that felt even more helpless than when he had me tied to my own bed, my toned yoga legs stretched wide, ankles cuffed to the corners with zero slack. My arms were pulled tight above my head, wrists locked to the headboard. A fresh satin blindfold covered my eyes, soft and total.

I was wearing something soft and light... Odd, yet familiar - My b*by bl*e "f*ck me" night gown . Something I'd break out from time to time for the particularly hot guys I'd h*ok up with.

And that's when I felt it - That's wasn't the only Odd thing I was wearing.

A cool, unyielding metal ring was locked perfectly around my p*ssy lips, attached to some kind of bl*ck thong harness that cupped my *ss and held everything open. My swollen outer lips were pushed apart, my gorgeous clit held forward, c*mpletely exposed and slightly elevated like an offering on a silver platter. The metal was snug, merciless, and f*cking obscene. I could feel how vulnerable it made me—every tiny pulse of my heartbeat made my clit throb against the air. My p*ssy was a helpless, horny, dripping prisoner!

I didn’t have time to process it... The bedroom door clicked open. Feet padded across the floor. Then his voice, low and amused and full of dark promise as he began!

Something impossibly soft and vibrating brushed across my exposed clit. The same pinpoint silicon feather he’d used on my soles yesterday. It hummed to life, feather-light and evil, stroking slow circles around my swollen button as my hips j*rked instantly.

(“Oh... f*ck...”) I breathed.

He didn’t rush. He took his time, painting my clit with teasing tickles that instantly began working to edge my p*ssy! My breathing turned ragged as the various bristles join in: A firm, pinpoint artist’s paintbrush danced across my clit with precise l*ttle flicks, tickling and teasing the very tip until I was whimpering. He swapped it for a thicker, fluffier one—the same luxurious makeup brush he’d dragged across my soles—and used it like a worship tool, long, slow, adoring strokes that felt like the softest tongue in the world kissing my most sensitive spot.

It was delicious and infuriating at once, to realize how quickly I was already losing my mind. “Please...” I moaned, hips trying to chase the brush. “Please, I need—” He cut me off with his tongue.

Hot, wet, and passionate. He pressed slow, loving kisses directly onto my f*cking clit, then quick, light, impressive dances with the tip of his tongue, tickling and worshipping what felt like the very tip of my now very throbbing clit! Every time I got close he pulled back to methodical, evil, intentional *dging! Letting a brush or that ridiculous vibrating feather take over and keeping me right on the razor’s edge!

“Are you air f*cking?” He asked, voice thick with lust. “Oh I'm gonna destroy you...” He was right. The next hours blurred into pure, obscene, blissful destruction!

Evil brushes, vibrators and his incredible tongue, teasing, tickling, swirling and sucking, gentle kisses planted right on the button like he was making love to it! His passionate fingers, slick with oil, massaging my helpless clit in slow, romantic circles while he whispered filthy taunts to me!

“Look how swollen and pretty you are for me. This gorgeous clit was made to be edged like this.”

I was gasping, moaning, pleading. The metal ring kept me perfectly displayed, every twitch and throb impossible to hide. The thick fluffy brush returned, stroking me like velvet worship while a smaller, firmer one tickled the very tip at the same time. Dual sensations—soft adoration and pinpoint t*rment—drove me f*cking insane!

I started to moan, coo, giggle and beg like a good girl without shame! He only answered with more love to my clit, passionate kisses to my lips, taking my tongue like it belonged to him and tender kisses to my neck - Pushing my head to the side so he could kiss, l*ck, nibble and whisper sweet, filthy nothing's to me!

As he kept up his ruthless *dging ways, it was once again becoming very clear to me that it wasn't JUST my p*ssy and mind that he was driving insane... He was having similar effects on my heart! On my emotions. This attention, whether invited or not, was easily some of the most raw, genuine, passionate and loving attention I had ever gotten, and I was quickly beginning to swoon HARD for him!!

Over and over he built me up with every tool he had: The vibrating feather brushing my clit until I sobbed with need, the artist brushes teasing and tickling and worshipping, his tongue lapping slow and loving, and his fingers massaging with such romantic, intentional pressure that, I felt like I was being edged by someone who had studied my body for years!

I had become exactly what he wanted: A gasping, moaning, pleading, whimpering, begging, hot and horny nymph! My toned legs shook against the cuffs, my high arches flexing and scrunching helplessly down at the foot of the bed, my p*ssy dripping and clenching around nothing while the metal ring kept me obscenely open for him.

I had no idea how long he played with me like that. Time had stopped existing. There was only the relentless, delicious, diabolical *dging of my helpless clit and the deep, aching need turning my brain to liquid.

And he was just getting started.

To Be Continued...

xoxo - Gwen

P*ssy B*sm Female Domination Milf B*ndage The Tickle Bandit Reborn: Chapter 4 with C4s.com

Pssy Bsm Female Domination Milf B*ndage The Tickle Bandit Reborn: Chapter 4 with C4s.com