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8
Tickled to Be Here!
by Ty Knott
Tickled
to Be Here! by Ty Knott&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The bindings felt soft against
your skin. Soft yet unyielding. You tried to look around but you were unable
to see under the dark mask that covered your eyes. The bed was comfortable
beneath you and you were naked on top of it. You could feel me watching,
could hear my breathing quicken as you shifted on the bed testing your
bonds. Your body trembled and your own breathing speeded up, as if you
had run a race. You had to calm down. You didn&amp;rsquo;t know exactly what was
in store, but for the moment you had to stay calm. You could feel my entire
focus on your body and you could see the view you presented from my eyes.
Your arms and legs spread out to the four corners of the bed. Your hair
spread out against the pillow. Your breasts rising and falling with every
breath. Your nipples hardening under my scrutiny. Much to your embarrassment,
you could feel your body responding, the wetness between your legs betraying
you.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>