26/02/2011
“Don’t you think you’re a bit kinky sleeping nude, Caroline?” my flatmate Donna asked me out of the blue one morning. I thought that was a strange and silly thing to ask, and told her so.
But that night, I woke up to discover myself lying face down on my bed, gagged and with my wrists bound behind me. Donna was applying the finishing touch by tying my ankles together.
There I lay, bound, gagged, totally naked and absolutely helpless.
Then Donna sat on the backs of my legs and tickled the very sensitive soles of my bare feet.
Instinctively, I scrunched up my bare toes and struggled frantically- and uselessly. I tried pulling my feet away, but to no avail. It was torture! The gag prevented me from begging her to stop, which I desperately wanted to do, though she probably would have ignored me anyway.
Donna carried on with her ruthless tickling for thirty long minutes before asking me if I’d do absolutely ANYTHING to make her stop. I nodded my head in resignation.
“What- anything AT ALL?” she cooed, still tickling my helpless feet. This time I nodded furiously, so she could be in no doubt I was submitting to her.
So she rolled me over and started kissing my powerless naked body, beginning with my breasts and working her way down... I ended up having a superb orgasm.
This was fantastic- because I'd secretly fancied having lesbian sex with her for months!
Poster:
Carol