He knew that I watched those videos. He knew how turned on I’d become while seeing the women tied down. He thought about how I would pleasure myself while I watched those girls being erotically tickled. And now he was going to try something with me he had never done before.

I woke up that morning finding myself naked and unable to move. My arms had been fastened to the top corners of the bed. My ankles were equally immobile.

“You’re not going to work today,” he said, in a matter-of-fact kind of way.

I looked at him, incredulously, since all the times I had asked him to try something different, before, he had avoided taking part. So now, he had me at a disadvantage. I was speechless, to say the least, but not for long.

At first he started slowly, agonizingly slowly, dragging the back of his fingernails from the tips of my fingers down over the palms of my hands. It felt wonderful to me, his hands priming me, a bit at a time. Then he began advancing down my tender wrists and arms, catching the crook of my elbow, making me squirm. He went back for a second go at them, beginning from the beginning, in a gentle repetition.

Over and over, lighter than a butterfly in flight, he continued sending delightful shivers down through me. He worked them across my upper arms, dancing his fingers now, making me giggle some. He could tell I was in that perfect spot – entirely under his control, with him at the helm. I wondered what he had in mind for me next.

That was when he began in earnest. His evil-minded fingers began to rain down upon the sensitive skin under my arms and around my naked breasts. In circles and whorls, like an unending cyclone, he raced his way over my skin, causing me to burst out in laughter I could not control. Every now and then he would pinch a nipple, and then resume his attack. He paused, only for a minute, to let me catch my breath, and then he began the assault on my stomach.

With pokes and squeezes, alternating with piano-like playing, his hands scoured the soft terrain of my sides and ribcage. My belly was now fair game, and he made sure it didn’t feel left out. Over and across, and then down into my bellybutton, he drew laughter from me I didn’t know that I had. By now my tummy was shaking like mad, my chest heaving, as I gulped in breaths to catch up with his hands. With every intake, my pillowy breasts jiggled, nipples hard and reaching for the ceiling. It was almost too much to bear.

I couldn’t believe this was the same quiet man I knew – the man who was so predictable, the man without any mischief in his heart. But here he was, unmistakably. And he went at his task with a determination and drive I had to respect.

He stopped for a moment, giving me a much-needed rest, while he pulled on a set of fur-covered gloves. Now where did he find those? I wondered. He began to work them down over my legs, stopping awhile to torment the tender skin around my knees. My legs were in delicious agony, as I banged them up and down off the bed as much as I could while restrained. I shrieked and laughed and screamed at him, as he found all the right places to bother and trouble.

He tickled the skin between my thighs, causing torrents of cries to escape my lips as I gasped in laughter.

Removing the gloves, he threw them down by my head, as if to challenge me – and I knew the battle had begun. He moved to my feet and picked up the speed. On top of my toes and underneath, he simultaneously tickled and stroked. I could not fight. I could not kick. Though I tried – I really did.

Gasping and sputtering, my head thrashing from side to side, he drove me. Like a wild woman, I lost all focus, never knowing just where he might strike again. And when it seemed as if I had lost all hope of recovering, the torment stopped. It was time to slow down.

He drew forth two long feathers – stiff and foreboding. He moved closer and stopped. Straddling my legs so I couldn’t even lift, he slowly dragged each feather across the crease of my thighs. Up over my hipbones, and down again, he began a luscious journey that carried me far, far into myself. All my focus was at my center, and what I was feeling in that moment of time.

He pulled the feathery fibers down over my most sensitive tissues, twirling them gently, back and forth, back and forth. With every move, my body tensed, my insides gushed, my mind reeled with the sensations. He knew he had me now. I was totally his.

Lowering down his head, his probing tongue began to drink up his rich reward, sending me into new spasms of perfect pleasure. I softly moaned as I felt my arousal building around his mouth. He worked his lips, pulling and tasting, finding new ways to extend his tickle. With determined pacing, he played and prodded, causing me to tense up and grow bigger than I had ever become before. He was obviously enjoying his position, and my helplessness, and he spent a long delicious time exploring and perfecting his skillful technique.

By the time he was ready for the next phase, he knew I was well past needing him. He reached out two fingers to tease me, grabbing at me gently and making me groan. Pulling himself forward, he began slowly filling me with his enormity. He had to advance carefully, since I was already tugging at him the moment he entered. Pressing on, he deepened his position, feeling my fullness around him. Now it was his turn to groan, and I began to wonder just then, who had who.

We swayed together in a perfect dance, sharing our pent-up excitement. But neither of us could last very long, by then. Exploding, one right after the other, we touched the highest morning stars – there are some, if you know how to find them – drifting back to the bed into a blissful state of spent emotions.

We separated, finally, though neither of us really wanted to. He came around to open my bindings, kissing my cheek as he did. He lay down beside me, curling behind, and holding me close. It was our perfect moment, and I was reminded again of the joys of trying new things. I peacefully closed my eyes, his arms wrapped warmly around me. Half dozing now, I thought of the time when we could do this again.