When we added tickling to our bondage this opened a whole new world of possibilities for me because we are both terribly tick- lish and I don't view tickling as inflicting pain.When we added tickling to our bondage this opened a whole new world of possibilities for me because we are both terribly tick- lish and I don't view tickling as inflicting pain. It seems that the last little torture I dreamed up for her was the most out of control she has ever been and showed her just how merciless I can be given the right situation. Not to be upstaged, she was deter- mined to show me that she hadn't lost her touch when it came to torturing me. She insisted on using the device I had designed. Considering the amount of bondage in our sexual lives I didn't see that I really had much of a choice (besides I was kind of excited about it), it was just a matter of time until she had me in a position where I couldn't resist. I agreed that she would get her chance Friday night and so after our usual evening at the gym we returned to my house with her toting along a bag of toys. Soon after we got to my house Alex had me strip then grabbed her bag of toys and led me down to the basement where we had stored my famous torture stool. Once there she put leather cuffs on my wrists and fastened them behind my back. She dragged the stool out to the center of the basement play area and sat me in it. Then she took two lengths of rope and attached them to screw eyes about 7' off the floor on the walls on either side of the stool I was sitting in. The other ends of the ropes had snap hooks which she attached to the cuffs on my wrists after releas- ing them from behind my back. |