House Arrest: The Year of Helpless Throbbing! 🍆🌋🤤🥴
(Part 2)

Mmm… oh pet, we can't skip this memory, can we?! The one that really drove that tease heat in deep! Right after I'd been ravished and left glowing… I decided it was time to give him his reward. And make sure you witnessed every second of it. 👀

There he was, on his knees, all blindfolded, arms yanked high and secured to the bar of my head board, his body stretched just taut enough make him completely at my mercy. His big, gorgeous cock already rock-hard, standing straight up, veins pulsing, tip glistening with precum from all the earlier teasing! 🤩

I climbed up behind him… straddled his hips just enough to press against him… one hand sliding down to wrap firmly around that thick shaft, the other finding those insanely sensitive nipples...

I started slow… stroking him long and deliberate, base to tip, twisting gently at the head on every upstroke. My thumb circling the slick tip, spreading his precum like lube. At the same time, my fingers danced over his nipples; massaging, rolling, flicking, then scratching lightly with my nails until his whole chest heaved and he moaned deep in his throat. Blindfold hiding his eyes, but his head thrown back, mouth open, gasping between gleeful, lucky whimpers!!

I alternated the rhythm perfectly—speeding up the strokes until his hips bucked up into my palm, cock throbbing so hard I could feel every pulse… then slowing to feather-light pumps that made him whine and strain. All while I wrecked those nipples... 😻

Soothing soft circles, making his body jerk and arch every time. His gentle, loving moans filled the room… low, desperate, beautiful.

And you lol?

Tied right there in your chair next to my bed... Getting the perfect view. His cock sliding in and out of my grip, dancing, pulsing. Even you started to think it looked good didn't you, your horny, naughty, desperate pet!?

His nipples reddening under my fingers?

The way his balls drew up tight as I edged him closer… closer… denying him release over and over until he was shaking?

Your own big, beautiful cock was doing the same dance, wasn't it? Throbbing helplessly, leaking thick strings of precum down your shaft, hips thrusting forward against those ropes! There is was again 😍:

(Thrust… thrust… thrust.)

Like you could somehow join in?! Feel my hand on you? But no. You just watched. Watched me pump him faster… tighter… my hand hungry now, soft, slick sounds echoing, nipples randomly pinched between my fingers as I I edged that pretty, helpless volcanic cock to eruption!!

And he did.
Exploded. 😛

Every thick, hot drop erupting from that gorgeous dick—ropes of cum shooting down to our bed, splattering, dripping down over my hand while his body convulsed against the bar, blindfold damp with sweat, moans turning to pure, shuddering bliss...

Meanwhile, you leaked… and leaked… and leaked… but nothing came of it this time. I think we just looked too good? 🤔

No release. No mercy. Just the sight of his cum glistening, my satisfied smile as I milked out those last drops… and your poor, denied cock twitching in jealous agony, hips still humping the air like a desperate toy!!

That was the moment it truly sank in, pet. This was only going to get worse. These shows I was making you witness were going to sexually destroy you. He gets to cum—hard, long, completely drained by my hands—while you stay forever on the edge. Forever watching. Forever denied.

(Was it possible that there was more mercy to be found in that cold, lonely cell you had traded in for this fate??)

Too late now! And this was the perfect feeling to inflict upon you before making you watch me get really and truly tickled to orgasm 😏

The very next day after milking him dry, I threw you for another teasing curveball, cranking up the heat even more. Literally. We'd just finished one of our intense workouts—bodies hot, muscles pumped, skin slick with sweat, and I decided the kitchen floor was the perfect spot for you next live show.

I let him tie me right there on my hot, sweaty yoga mat! Wrists bound high and tight overhead so my arms were completely helpless, stretched out, exposing every vulnerable inch. Still in my tight yoga pants and sports bra, sweat making everything cling… my underarms shaved smooth and extra sensitive from the exertion, tummy flushed and quivering, ribs already tingling in anticipation. Every nerve ending amplified - the sweat acting like natural lube, making even the lightest touch feel electric.

And where were you again? Remind me? 😂

Oh yes, that's right!! Strapped to your chair just feet away, close enough to legit smell the mix of my workout sweat and growing arousal. How is it I smell so sweet? (😇) Close enough to see every detail as he straddled right over my pinned arms, knees on either side of my shoulders, weight holding me down while his fingers worked me over...

He started with my soft pretty pits didn't he? Those hot, sweaty hollows. Fingertips tracing the edges only for a moment, then diving in with skillful, fluttering scratches! Nails raking lightly up and down the centers, spidering into the creases where sweat had pooled!!

I burst into giggles instantly! Helpless, cute, dick twitching giggles springing your cock to life!! And you only got harder watching him as he didn't let up... Alternating fast flutters with deep, digging presses that had me bucking and twisting under him, ribs flaring out as he skittered down to my sides.

Then lower 🫣

Fingers dancing over my tummy, circling my navel, scratching along the sensitive waistband of my yoga pants. Up to my ribs again, counting them with wicked random pokes… making me arch and squeal!

And fuck, don't forget my cute, perky nipples right?! God, they were already hard before he even pulled my sports bra off!! 🥵

And you just sat there, pet. Tied tight. That big, beautiful cock of yours rock-hard, bouncing with every thrust of your hips against the ropes.

(Thrust… thrust… thrust…) that old familiar response!

Pre-cum leaking down your shaft as you watched my pits get tickled, my nipples teased, my giggle-moans fill the kitchen! You wanted to be the one straddling me. The one making me giggle and soak my panties. But no—you got the bittersweet pleasure of watching him turn my post-workout sensitivity into the hottest, most humiliating show of your life.

Then he went to the star of the show: My feet. 😳

He slid down to them—still trapped in those hot, sweaty runners I'd worn through the whole workout. He tugged them off one by one, the rush of trapped heat and that sweet-musky post-exercise scent hitting the air! My black gym socks were soaked through, clinging to my arches, darkened with sweat at the heels and balls. He peeled them off too, exposing my soles one at a time for the both of you!!

As much as being tickle isn't my "Fav" thing, even I need to admit: FUCK they were perfect for a tickle lover after that workout session! So fucking soft… flushed pink, slightly wrinkled from the moisture, insanely sensitive from the sweat. Every nerve ending screaming already. The scent—warm, salty, sweet from my workout—wafted right toward you and if your dick could scream the neighbours would have heard it! 🫦

The second my bare soles were free, he likely would have attacked, but he too was caught by my perfect, sweet, sweaty scent...

Then. THEN he attacked! 😱

Fingers spidering over my arches first! Light at first, then digging in with fast, relentless scratches. Nails raking up and down the centers, skittering under my toes, digging into the soft pads… I think I lost it instantly! Helpless laughter exploding out of me—high, desperate giggles turning into full-body cackles as my feet flexed and scrunched uselessly against his tickling!

Hair brush, electric flosser thingy and his fingers, using my soles to create an orchestra of erotica than any foot and tickle lover would swoon to! And your cock swooned 😈

I was later told that you looked so hungry watching these perfect post-workout soles get tickled raw… wishing it was your fingers, your tongue on them? But no. No once more. You just suffered while I laughed and leaked… prepping me perfectly for what came next on that coffee table.

See, he was only just getting started with me (So I was only just getting started with you too...)

After he'd reduced me to a giggling, mess on the floor… he simply scooped me up, carried me to the living room, and laid me out on the coffee table like his personal feast. Wrists bound tight to one end, ankles spread wide and locked to the other—helpless, stretched, every inch of my hot, sweaty post-workout body on full display for him… and for you. 😏

He started slow… hands gliding over me.

Oily massages. Kneading calves, thighs, up to my hips—making my muscles melt even as the sensitivity lingered from the workout and tickling!! 🤤

Then the kisses and licks...

Soft, gentle, loving but so fucking hungry! Trailing over my tummy, circling my navel… down the waistband of my panties. My panties! How I bet you wish you could have tasted and smelled them! Still hot, damp, scented with sweat and arousal! And you witnessed him press his mouth right there, kissing my clit through the thin, soaked fabric… slow, deliberate presses of his lips… then long, flat licks dragging up the centre, tasting me through the cotton! Fuck yes!

Tongue circling, flicking lightly, sucking the swollen nub right through the material until my hips bucked against the ropes and those deep, horny moans started spilling out of me uncontrollably!!

But he didn't stop there. 😵‍💫

He'd pull back just when I was tip toeing to the edge… switch it up! Maybe to my pits, fingertips so light, barely grazing the sweaty hollows in feather-soft strokes that felt deliciously unbearable. Tickling just enough to make me giggle and squirm, body twisting helplessly on the table… then seamlessly back to my nipples.

Skillful tickles, rolls, light scratches on my flush, swollen peaks!! Teasing just right, flicking rapidly, sucking one into his mouth while his fingers danced on my crotch… pulling those sounds from me—whimpers turning to desperate, needy moans that echoed through the room.

God, I looked so fucking good from your helpless position, didn't I? 😎

Sweaty skin glowing under the light, back arching off the table with every lick to my clit, every light pit tickle sending shivers straight to my core, nipples reddened and throbbing under his touch. Panties drenched, clinging to my swollen lips… hips rolling up instinctively, begging for more even as he edged me with love—bringing me right to the brink with his tongue through the fabric, then backing off to tickle or tease until I was a moaning, writhing wreck.

And I hadn't even cum my brains out yet! How would your eyes, mind and cock respond to that I wonder?

To Be Continued...
xoxo
-Your Owner 👸🏼