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 Kelly's Massage by TheBlushingPrincess

   Kelly's Massage: Part 3 The Restraints

   Nicole has got me now.  I'm totally all hers.  She's got my wrists
secured in these retractable restraints that are permanently attached to
her headboard.  Surprisingly, the wrist cuffs are extremely comfortable.  A
nice cushioned faux-leather feel, with some sort of soft texture so that my
wrists won't get sweaty.  I've been restrained before (as you know), but
never by anything nearly this sophisticated.

   She tells me she's leaving my ankles unsecured for now.  "I want to be
able to watch you squirm your legs around even though you'll be helpless to
stop me from doing whatever I do to you."

   I nervously reply, "To watch my legs squirm?"

   "That's right.  You're going to be so delicious to watch.  I'll be
torturing you and you won't be able to defend yourself one bit.  But your
adorable lower body will be writhing and squirming, free as a bird.  Oh, I
can't wait to see that."

   "You can't wait?"

   "No, Kelly.  I love looking at you.  And just the thought of watching
you writhe in response to my touch, while you're completely helpless, well,
I'm just really excited about it.  It's sooo what you need."

   "What I need?"

   "Absolutely."

   We pause our exchange.  I see her glance at my naked body.  I tingle
through and through.

   I settle into the wrist restraints and stretch my arms out wide.  But
then I try to pull my arms back a little closer and the restraints won't
budge.  I'm really stretched out pretty far right now.  I say, "Nicole,
what's going on?"

   She sits next to me and looks into my eyes.  "Oh, well, you see, Kelly.
These restraints are locking, retractable restraints."

   "Locking, retractable restraints?"

   She sees me getting nervous and tries to put me at ease.  "Oh, don't
worry.  They're safe.  It's like the same technology they use in a
seatbelt. You can always tighten it, but you can't loosen it until it's
completely released."

   "Like a seatbelt?"

   "That's right.  Like a seatbelt."

   "I won't be able to get loose?"

   "No, Kelly.  You won't.  Not until I decide to release you."

   My nipples are on fire and she's not even touching them.

   "Until you decide to release me?"

   "That's right, Kelly.  Until I decide to release you.  But don't worry.
This is all about what you need.  I know what you need.  And you need to be
tightly restrained.  Very tightly.  It's completely what you need."

   She sees how scared I look all of a sudden.  My arms are really pulled
tight.  All I can think of is how exposed my sensitive nipples are.  I have
zero defense.  I could hardly even twist my upper body.  And my armpits? 
If she decided to glide her fingertips over them?  Or use an electric
toothbrush on my upper sides?  My legs would be flailing wildly and I
couldn't even writhe my upper body an inch away.  Fuck.  Fuck!

   She strokes my hair gently.  "Now don't worry.  Really, Kelly.  I've set
these straps to have a tolerance of one inch.  So you'll always be able to
pull back and have an inch of slack.  So nothing should ever be
uncomfortable.  I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

   "You don't?" I ask, meekly.

   "No, Kelly.  Not uncomfortable.  Just completely helpless and
vulnerable."

   Those words hit me.  I feel tingles through my belly and below.

   "Helpless and vulnerable?"

   "Completely.  Helpless and vulnerable.  Do you like that?"

   I say nothing.  I swallow.  Deeply.

   "Kelly, I know what you need.  You need to be helpless and vulnerable.
And that's what you'll be.  Naked.  Tightly restrained.  I could do
anything I want to you.  I could torture you for hours and there's nothing
you could do to stop it.  That's what I mean by helpless and vulnerable. 
Does that make sense?"

   I nod.

   She looks at me.  Seriously.  Her eyes are so deep.  "Kelly, you need
this." She looks at my stretched out breasts as they spill to the sides of
my upper body, pressed nearly flat from the tension, just my insanely
sensitive pink nipples protruding out.

   I know she's right.  I know I need this.  Fuck.  I really need this.

   My hips and legs squirm deeper into the plush bedding.  Without wanting
Nicole to notice, I test the restraints a bit.  I stretch out my right arm,
and she's right.  It locks even tighter.  I've never had my arms stretched
this tight.  Usually when I've been tied up, there's so much slack and
give. But not today.  Fuck.  No.  Not today.

   Nicole lowers her face toward mine.  She touches my cheek lightly with
her fingers.  She's really beautiful.  I guess I had never noticed.  Her
skin is so smooth and natural.  Her eyes are so deep.  I'm kind of getting
lost in her eyes.

   She moves her hands to my wrists.

   "What are you doing?" I ask, wondering if this might be the beginning of
the "torture" that she's been talking about.

   She says nothing.  She gently but firmly pulls my arms even tighter.  I
feel the restraints once again lock in this extended position.  I squeal a
little.

   She smiles back, "Just making sure you're comfortable."

   She puts one hand warmly on my upper chest, and says in a smooth and
calming voice, "Kelly, this is all about you.  I know what you need.  I'm
in tune with you.  With your body.  With your mind.  With your spirit. 
You're going to experience something very special today and I'm so honored
that I'll be able to make it happen for you."

   I just nod.  She has me in a bit of a trance again.

   She reaches to the side and dips her right fingertips in a bit of
massage oil in a little ceramic dish.  I don't know what she's going to do.
Then she brings her oiled fingers to my left nipple and begins caressing.
My entire body writhes immediately.  The pleasure is intense.

   She continues talking to me.  "Kelly, you're so pretty.  I love looking
at you.  You have a beautiful body.  Every single bit of you.  Your thighs.
Your breasts.  Your calves.  Your cute little perfect feet.  Your pink
nipples.  Your round shoulders.  Everything so smooth.  So creamy.  So
perfect.  And so we're going to start off easy.  I'm simply going to kiss
you."

   I get a little nervous.  I'm not gay.  I'm not bi.  I've never even
fantasized about a woman before.  I partially wake from my
nipple-and-restraint-induced trance.  "Nicole, really.  Nothing personal.
But I'm not a lesbian.  I'm not even bi-curious.  I'm just a boring
straight person."

   She continues to caress my left nipple and moves her other hand to
gently stroke my hair.

   "Don't worry," she tells me.  "I'm not going to kiss you on the mouth
unless it's what you need.  I'm going to start at your toes..."

   At the mention of anything to do with my toes, I get nervous.  She's
going to kiss my toes?  Fuck.  I won't be able to take it.  They're so
crazy ticklish.

   "...and I'm just going to kiss every inch of you slowly and tenderly. 
Some parts I might move on quickly from, and others I may linger.  Perhaps
for a long while.  But I'll know exactly what you need.  You don't need to
say anything.  I simply want you to relax.  Feel the vulnerability of your
arms pulled tightly and restrained.  Know that I'm looking at every inch of
your exposed skin, which I know makes you so nervous but excited at the
same time.  And I know you're insanely ticklish.  But I'm not trying to
tickle you right now.  I'm just wanting to kiss you.  So don't worry.  If
it tickles, just respond.  Laugh, squirm.  Whatever you need to do.  Just
enjoy it.  Enjoy the sensations.  And feel my soft lips and tongue as they
move across each part of your incredibly smooth and silky and creamy skin.
All the way from your toes.  And when I eventually get to your mouth, we'll
just see what you need at that point.  Trust me.  This is all about what
you need.  I promise."

   Our eyes lock for a moment or longer.

   Then she tells me, "I'm going to begin now." And she pulls away from me,
crawling down to the foot of the bed.  I close my eyes and wait.



   Kelly's Massage: Part 4: Kissed by a Girl (Lower Body)

   As I lay there, my arms tightly restrained, I close my eyes.  No girl
has ever kissed me before.  I mean, not like this.  On my whole body? 
Maybe even on my mouth?  Sexually?  I really don't know what to expect.  Do
I just close my eyes and pretend it's a guy?  No.  That misses the point.
Nicole is wanting to give me something so special.  I just need to relax.

   She interrupts my thoughts with her first touch.

   I feel her tongue on my toes.  Oh, wow.  So warm.  It's been a long time
since I've been touched like that.  By anyone.  So gentle.  Just running
her tongue along the groove between my toes and my foot.  Holy shit.  Wow.
It feels better than I thought it might.  I want to squirm my arms around,
but they are bound so tight.  But my hips respond immediately to the touch.
And my legs.  They tense and release.

   I moan.

   Nicole pauses just long enough to ask, "You like that, Kelly?"

   I moan again.

   I feel her move her tongue down to the sole of my right foot.  I flinch
like it's going to tickle.  But it doesn't.  It feels so incredibly warm
and smooth.  I start to writhe.  Nicole jumps up into my face.  "You better
control your squirming or I'll have to restrain your lower body too."

   Holy fuck.  She's so powerful and so feminine all at the same time. 
This feels so good.  Her soft tongue on every inch of my foot.  How does
this not tickle?  I don't understand.  I close my eyes.  There's nothing
else I can do.

   Then all of a sudden, I feel like my whole body is submerged in a warm
bath.  I don't know what's going on.  I look down.  She has taken my big
toe in her mouth.  She's sucking my big toe.  Like she's blowing my big
toe. Holy shit.  This is the most amazing thing I've ever felt.  It's like
nothing else.  I moan.

   As she's sucking my big toe, I feel her hands start to caress my calf up
to my knees.  My squirming must be out of control.  Her mouth on my big
toe. I can't even describe.

   Then she pulls off.  I feel something slippery and warm being rubbed
over both my legs.  All the way from my toes to my upper thighs.

   "What's going on?" I ask.

   "Massage oil.  Edible massage oil.  To make my kisses even softer and
sweeter for you."

   I come out of it just enough to say, "Nicole, I'm not gay.  Okay?"

   She assures me.  "This is not about being gay.  This is about being in
tune with your body.  This is exactly what you need.  I promise."

   The kisses begin.  First on the top of my foot.  Good heavens.  Nobody
has ever kissed me on the top of my foot before.  I've been tickled and
teased.  Tormented.  But never kissed so lovingly and gently on the top of
my foot.  Wow.  Nicole's mouth.  And tongue.  And lips.  I don't think I'll
be able to take it.  Is this the torture she was speaking of?  I mean, sign
me up for this kind of torture any day.  My privates are totally on fire.
And she's just kissing the top of my foot.  I want so badly to touch
myself. To get off while she's kissing me.  I know she would say no,
though. So I don't even ask.  I try to relax and just give over to the
sensation.

   She brings my legs and feet together and straddles my legs, facing down
toward my feet.

   "I told you, Kelly.  If you kept squirming around, I'd need to restrain
you a bit.  So I'm going to sit on your thighs as I kiss you.  This should
keep you from writhing around so much."

   She's just in her panties and I feel her warm thighs against mine.  I
keep telling myself, "Kelly, you are not a lesbian.  Kelly, you are not a
lesbian." I mean, I'm not.  But I'll admit, this feels awfully good.  And
her smooth legs against mine.  I've always told myself that I prefer manly,
hairy legs.  And I do like that.  But fuck.  There's something about this
that's awfully nice.

   She's kissing her way up my legs and calves.  She takes her time.  I've
never had someone take their time like this before.  I think she's right.
This is exactly what I need.  And she knows exactly what she's doing. 
Fuck. Her lips and tongue are so smooth against my legs.  The oil helps. 
But even without the oil, just the feeling of her lips touching, kissing,
pulling away, touching, kissing, pulling away.  So caring.  No.  I've never
felt something like this before.  And the arm restraints.  I don't know
why. But being pulled so tight like this?  Fuck.  I feel so helpless and
vulnerable.  Just like she said.  And I never want it to end.

   Nicole repositions.  She's getting to my thighs.  I'm so insanely
ticklish there.  Especially on the inner thigh.  I tense up.  She feels me
tense up.

   "Kelly.  Breath.  Deeply.  In.  Out.  Deep.  Shhhh.  Shhhh..." She rubs
my thighs with deep pressure.  Against the oil, her hands glide along the
insides and outsides of my thighs.  It feels so warm.  I feel so safe.  It
doesn't tickle at all.  Not at all.  What is this magic she's working?  How
is she doing it?

   I'm so incredibly horny.  It's not even funny.

   Then all touching stops.  I can't even open my eyes.  My arms pulled
tight.  Barely even able to move.  Not that I would move if I could.  It
suddenly hits me why I like being restrained.  No control.  No power.  Give
over everything.  All for me.  Nothing I can do.  It's a little selfish.  I
never thought of it as selfish to be tied up.  Until this moment. 
Completely at Nicole's mercy.  So tight.

   I feel her hands gently spread my legs apart.  Far apart.  Not
uncomfortably so, but very wide.

   I keep my eyes closed.

   I feel her kisses on my oiled thighs.  Mostly on the inside.  It does
tickle a little.  I'm so sensitive there.  I squirm.  She says nothing. 
She keeps kissing.  A moment on the right.  A moment on the left.  She's
working up.  Slowly.  Working up.  Inch by inch.  Kiss by kiss.

   Holy shit.  It occurs to me where she's headed.  Why didn't I realize it
before?  Kissing every inch of me?  This isn't right.  I'm not a lesbian.
I'm really not.  I've never once fantasized about a girl.  Honest.  Never
once.  Ever.  Didn't even occur to me.  But here I am.  About to be
touched. There.  By a woman.  And I'm not saying anything to stop it. 
Fuck. I want it.  I want to know what a woman's tongue feels like.  Her
lips on mine.  I wouldn't stop it if I could.  Which I can't anyway.  But
fuck.  Fuck!

   I feel the top of her head between my legs.  Her kisses.  So soft and
perfect.  Alternating from right thigh to left thigh.  Inner.  So
incredibly inner.

   Then I feel nothing.  She has pulled away.  Curiosity gets to me.  I
open my eyes and peer down.  She lifts her head and looks at me.

   "Close your eyes, Kelly.  Close your eyes.  This is exactly what you
need."

   Fuck, it is.  It sure the hell is exactly what I need.  How is this
woman so in tune with what I need???

   I wait.  I wait.  An instant turns into a moment.  I feel her fingers
caressing my belly.  Smooth.  No oil there.  Just her fingertips on my
tender skin.  So light.  I squirm to the best of my ability.  It hasn't
occurred to me until this instant how freeing it is to be restrained.  Holy
shit.

   I wait.

   I wait.

   Again, seconds.  Moments.  Forever.

   And then it happens.  My entire being is filled with warmth.  So small.
So incredibly small.  The tip of the tongue.  But it feels like everything.
The sun and moon and stars.  The entire cosmos.  Nicole's tongue on my
lips. The lightest pressure.  But oh, wow.  So exactly what I needed.  I
don't even remember that she's a woman.  It has nothing to do with
anything. How long has it been?  It doesn't matter.  I don't even know
what's happening.  I moan.  I squirm.  I push into her.  She pushes back.
Just the tiniest tip of her tongue.  As tight as my arms are pulled, I want
them pulled tighter.  I stretch as far wide as I can, knowing the
restraints will lock further.  I want her to restrain my ankles too.  I
wish I couldn't move a muscle.  But at the same time, I'm happy to squirm
and writhe.  Oh, fuck.  I say it out loud.  "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck."
I trail off.  Her tongue dances circles around me.  It's a teasing motion,
but I don't even care.  It's contact.  Holy fuck.  Contact!

   Out loud again.  "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck."

   She pulls up.  "I told you this is what you needed."

   "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck.  Please..."

   "Please what...?

   "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck."

   She knows what I need.

   Light.  Tongue.  Teasing.  Around the lips.  Never making contact with
the inside.  Never making contact with my clit.

   After a moment, the newness subsides and the desire increases.  I need
more.  Something deeper.  Something harder.  Something to satisfy me.

   I cry out, "Please..."

   She continues to make teasing circles with her tongue.  Kissing my lips
on one side, then kissing them on the other.  Lips and tongue.  Back and
forth.

   "Please..." My arms are completely immobile.  "Please..." I try to
writhe my pelvis up, deeper into her mouth.  She pulls back.  Just the tip
of her tongue.

   "Fuck!  Fuck!  FFFUUUUCCKK!!!"

   She pulls up.  She gets in my face.  "I warned you, Kelly.  I warned
you. I'm going to torture you for as long as I want."

   "Come on... please..."

   She kisses me softly on the cheek... and descends again.

   "Please... how much longer...?"

   Not even removing her tongue from my lips, the lightness of her touch
starting to make me insane, she says, "As.  Long.  As.  I.  Want."

   "FUCK!!!  FUCK!!!  PLEASE!!!"

   Suddenly, my nipples ignite.  I look.  She has reached both arms up. 
Her head buried between my legs, her tongue teasing my lips, her
oil-drenched fingers are teasing my nipples.

   "COME ON... PLEASE."

   No response.  Just continued, light, grazing, teasing torture.

   Fuck.  FUCK!  "FUUCCCKK!!!"

   I settle in.  There's nothing else to do.  My pelvis and legs and feet
are writhing.  My arms immobile.  My chest heaving and twisting as best as
it can.

   Holy fuck.  Sweet torture.

   This is exactly what I need.  Fuck.  Please let it never end.