Squirm
Added 2021-11-24 17:39:54 +0000 UTCYour partner is trying to concentrate on what they are doing, and your squirming is preventing that...
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“Hey, toy. Stop squirming. I mean it.” Your partner held your hands above your head with one hand, whilst they pinned you to the bed with their thighs. “Stop moving. I know, I know. I know it feels good. But if you keep squirming, I’m going to mess it up.”
They brought the pen back in contact with your skin, and once again, you gasped. The slightly cool feeling of the marker on your hypnotically sensitised skin caused tingles to ripple out, across your body, intensifying with each letter that they wrote.
You struggled to hold back a moan, as the sensation of pleasure increased. Surely you could wriggle your toes, that would bring some relief, but wouldn’t count as squirming – right? The slight flex of your toes, and then your foot, did bring some relief, at least.
And they hadn’t noticed. Maybe you could get away with more? Just a way to let the aroused, needy energy go somewhere. The pen began tracing another letter, and you let your knees bend, slightly. But you felt the pen lose contact with your skin. You heard them sigh.
“Okay toy. I didn’t want to do this. I had hoped that you would be able to sit still… But alright. Freeze.” With that final word, you felt your muscles stiffen, locking in place. Before you could think, you were stuck in this position, unable to move. Only able to feel.
And feel you did, as they kept writing. Words to describe you. Sweet words. Wicked words. Words that brought such pleasure as they were traced onto your chest. Onto your arms. Words that made you want to buck, and moan. But all you could do was feel the pleasure.
