No, this is not a category on Jeopardy, but I’d bet many of my pervie peeps would do well with this, yes? *laughs*
“Master, I simply do not understand your fascination with my asshole.”
“Nilla, I *love* your asshole.
Yes. He did say this. It made me laugh. It made him prove it.
“Master, I’m so going to pinch your nipples.”
“Ha. Good luck with that slut.”
I tried. I got a quick flick in and almost…almost … caught that little man-nip between my fingers before his fingers, firmly affixed to my belly flab, made me shriek and let go.
He, for the record, did not.
Let go, that is.
Not until I fell over on the bed and cried and whimpered and pleaded.
I tried again, and yes, met with the same fate.
“You really like pushing the envelope, slut. I only hope your ass will be able to cash the check your smart mouth is writing.”
Catching the ever-so-slight warning in his tone, I shut the fuck up.
*gales of silly, hysterical laughter as he flops on top of me*. He pins me in place and says “no one has more fun than you, nilla.”
Immediately he begins the slow, tortuous tickling of my underarms with his gently brushing fingers (SO BRUTAL! Gentle brutality to be sure!), alternating with the swirling tip of his tongue in my ear canal and outer ear. I know it’s an erogenous zone for many, but for me it is a very, extremely ticklish area.
I wish I could stop laughing.
I laugh until I’m gasping for breath, crying.
He stops and bites my shoulder fiercely.
I stop laughing and arch, screaming with the pain.
It’s fucking devious and I cannot keep up with it.
“You’re a real slut, nilla.”
“Thank you Master.”