leaving her spread eagled and helpless to his roaming hands. Her skin shivered with excitement as he trailed the edges of his fingers down the center of her body to the inner portion of both thighs. Pausing only long enough to readjust his position, Collin returned to the feather light caressing with the help of his lips.
Brooke wiggled as his tickling touch grew unbearable. It was like an itch that could not be scratched, leaving her wanting something more substantial.
“There is nothing quite like a tease, is there?” he asked, this time using a peacock feather that he had grabbed from the hammered copper vase in the bathroom. “I’m glad you ignored me and got these for color. There is a lot to be said about the power of a feather.”
“No tickling, you doofus! Get away from my feet!” Brooke protested, unable to yank her restrained body away from the torturous titillation. “What’s that? A gag?”
“Nothing substantial. Just to keep you quiet. It won’t interfere with your breathing, and I promise to take it off if you get panicky.”
“How would you be able to tell?”
“My eyes won’t leave your face for a minute. I’ll watch carefully.”
“Go for it and have fun,” Brooke sniggered.
He placed the silk gag between her teeth and lifted the feather to touch her throat. “This is a different type of pain,” he explained as she squirmed, “one that needs to grow stronger rather than letting up. It produces similar responses though…”
The feather dipped to her slick crevice and stroked her lightly. Brooke snarled and bucked her hips up towards him, her body demanding a firmer touch. The feathers were slowly dragged across the span of her abdomen and between her breasts.
“I think there are too many lovers today who have forgotten the pleasure that comes from this type of sensation,” Collin said as he pulled the peacock feather across her hard, ripe nipples. “This type of fondling takes time to build arousal, and everyone is always in so much of a hurry.”
Brooke growled, her wriggling more pronounced as he tantalized her breasts. Her eyes widened as he produced a small, multi-tailed whip. The entire length was no longer than eighteen inches and included a flat leather handle and six split tails. He placed the tails on her abdomen, stroking them back and forth.
“This is made of deer suede. Feel how soft it is? Nothing to be afraid of. It is designed for pleasure, not punishment,” he reassured as he tickled the tips of her breasts with the tails. Gently, he snapped the little whip to her stomach. Brooke jumped in response, her eyes wide with surprise. It stung but did not hurt.
“You are going to find yourself begging for more, sharper stinging in a short while,” Collin said, snapping her breasts again before stroking them with the edges of the feather. “You are going to want real pain before we are done here. You don’t believe me?”
Brooke shook her head, lifting her body to catch more of the whip against her breasts and torso. Collin chuckled, dragging the tails against her inner thighs and down to her calves. He snapped the whip to the bottom of her feet, watching as she curled her bare toes.
“Do I hear you giggling? Are you ticklish here?” he asked, running his fingertip along her instep. Brooke howled behind her gag, trying to pull her foot from him. Collin cracked his knuckles. “I think I found the perfect torture for you. I will be right back.”
Brooke thrashed against the restraints, her entire body tingling in the slightly chilled air. What was he up to?
“You will either love this or hate it. Doesn’t matter to me,” he announced, unscrewing the lid off a jar. He withdrew a glob of cream, warmed it in his hands, and then reached for her right foot. Brooke screeched. She hated having her feet touched!
Collin began to rub the lotion into her foot, and the scent of cinnamon and mint reached her nose. He knew exactly where to press to relax her, and in
Brooke wiggled as his tickling touch grew unbearable. It was like an itch that could not be scratched, leaving her wanting something more substantial.
“There is nothing quite like a tease, is there?” he asked, this time using a peacock feather that he had grabbed from the hammered copper vase in the bathroom. “I’m glad you ignored me and got these for color. There is a lot to be said about the power of a feather.”
“No tickling, you doofus! Get away from my feet!” Brooke protested, unable to yank her restrained body away from the torturous titillation. “What’s that? A gag?”
“Nothing substantial. Just to keep you quiet. It won’t interfere with your breathing, and I promise to take it off if you get panicky.”
“How would you be able to tell?”
“My eyes won’t leave your face for a minute. I’ll watch carefully.”
“Go for it and have fun,” Brooke sniggered.
He placed the silk gag between her teeth and lifted the feather to touch her throat. “This is a different type of pain,” he explained as she squirmed, “one that needs to grow stronger rather than letting up. It produces similar responses though…”
The feather dipped to her slick crevice and stroked her lightly. Brooke snarled and bucked her hips up towards him, her body demanding a firmer touch. The feathers were slowly dragged across the span of her abdomen and between her breasts.
“I think there are too many lovers today who have forgotten the pleasure that comes from this type of sensation,” Collin said as he pulled the peacock feather across her hard, ripe nipples. “This type of fondling takes time to build arousal, and everyone is always in so much of a hurry.”
Brooke growled, her wriggling more pronounced as he tantalized her breasts. Her eyes widened as he produced a small, multi-tailed whip. The entire length was no longer than eighteen inches and included a flat leather handle and six split tails. He placed the tails on her abdomen, stroking them back and forth.
“This is made of deer suede. Feel how soft it is? Nothing to be afraid of. It is designed for pleasure, not punishment,” he reassured as he tickled the tips of her breasts with the tails. Gently, he snapped the little whip to her stomach. Brooke jumped in response, her eyes wide with surprise. It stung but did not hurt.
“You are going to find yourself begging for more, sharper stinging in a short while,” Collin said, snapping her breasts again before stroking them with the edges of the feather. “You are going to want real pain before we are done here. You don’t believe me?”
Brooke shook her head, lifting her body to catch more of the whip against her breasts and torso. Collin chuckled, dragging the tails against her inner thighs and down to her calves. He snapped the whip to the bottom of her feet, watching as she curled her bare toes.
“Do I hear you giggling? Are you ticklish here?” he asked, running his fingertip along her instep. Brooke howled behind her gag, trying to pull her foot from him. Collin cracked his knuckles. “I think I found the perfect torture for you. I will be right back.”
Brooke thrashed against the restraints, her entire body tingling in the slightly chilled air. What was he up to?
“You will either love this or hate it. Doesn’t matter to me,” he announced, unscrewing the lid off a jar. He withdrew a glob of cream, warmed it in his hands, and then reached for her right foot. Brooke screeched. She hated having her feet touched!
Collin began to rub the lotion into her foot, and the scent of cinnamon and mint reached her nose. He knew exactly where to press to relax her, and in
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