My ticklish angel flexes her toes in anticipation, as I finish tightening the ankle cuff. I take a moment to admire your beautiful body and supple bare skin. Completely naked, lying on your back, spread eagle, you have a nervous smile. It’s your first time, but I’ll be gentle.

I kiss my way up, starting at your inner thighs. I can hear your soft giggling, as you say something about my facial hair. By the time I’m kissing your navel, both of your nipples are erect. You quiver and gasp as I lightly pinch your right, while tonguing your left. Your light laughter melts into moans. With a kiss, I kneel up realizing I forgot something. From my back pocket, I pull out a blindfold. Your eyes widen at the sight, but you nod in approval.

My ticklish angel can’t see me, but I can see her. You can’t see the peacock feather I’m holding, but you feel it when I run the quill end against your neck. You grin and try to tuck in your chin. With my other hand, I move my fingers under your arm and begin tickling your exposed armpit. You erupt into laughter and begin pulling on the bonds. Without stopping, the peacock feather makes its way underneath your other arm. Your laughter increases in pace and pitch. I can feel your body trying to escape, but the bondage does its job. Your sensual laughter accentuates the free movement of your jiggling breasts. I cease, leaving you breathing heavily and slightly flushed. Your lips meet mine. We kiss. It’s time for a new spot.

My ticklish angel shivers as I run the quill end of the peacock feather over her breasts. Your goosebumps tell me the experience titillates as much as it tickles. You’re breathing heavy, but not laughing. That needs to change. I glide my fingers over your sides, and grab your hips. You let out a gasp, and fail to suppress a giggle. I start kissing my way down from your navel. When I lick your moist vagina lips, I start kneading your hips. Your whole body tenses up and your inner thighs straddle my head as you try to bend your knees inward. Your laughter is accompanied by the sounds of the bonds pulling against the bed.

My ticklish angel is lost in ecstasy. You arch your back as I push my tongue above, below and around your clit. Even with the bondage, your attempts to avoid my hands make my job difficult. Reluctantly, I stop squeezing your hips to steady your movement. After a moments pause, I continue. You’re now moaning as loud as you were laughing.

Your safeword is heaven. If you say it, I’ll let you go back.

My ticklish angel.

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