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He never stopped. while those evil little vibrators finally went quiet, the real intimacy (and crazy edging) began. no more mechanical buzzing—just him. his warm mouth, his skilled fingers, and the occasional soft swipe of an artist’s brush. it made everything feel so much more personal, so much more devastating. like he wasn’t just playing with my body anymore… he was making love to it, ruining it, worshipping it, all at the same time. i was still strapped wide open on the guest-room bed, the metal ring of my obscene little pussy prison holding my swollen lips apart, my clit lifted forward and glistening. every breath made me throb helplessly for him. he poured more warm oil letting it drip and pool all over before his fingers began their slow, sensual work. two thick digits circled my clit in perfect, light strokes—teasing, massaging, never quite giving me what i needed. then his mouth... hot and wet, licking in a rapid, amazing dance on my clit before sucking gently. i moaned like a whore, hips rolling as much as the straps allowed!! he always took his time. an endless, blissful marathon of destruction. he’d lick me slow and deep until i was right on the edge, then pull back and switch to the thick, fluffy artist brush—stroking my oiled clit in long, worshipping sweeps that felt like velvet kisses. when my moans turned into desperate whimpers he’d slide two fingers inside me, curling them just right while his thumb kept that same feather-light massage on my clit. every few minutes he’d lean up, oil-slick hands roaming my body, and latch onto my nipples—sucking one, then the other, swirling his tongue around the stiff peaks while his fingers never left my pussy! i was happily losing my fucking mind. hours blurred together in a haze of heat and need. i begged, i whimpered, i gasped out filthy little pleas that would have mortified the old me. “please… please let me cum… i need it so bad…” my voice was hoarse, broken, dripping with desperation. the metal ring kept me perfectly displayed for him, my clit so swollen and sensitive that every single touch felt electric!! he just kept edging me. licking. massaging. sucking my nipples until they ached with pleasure. painting my clit with that soft brush until i was shaking and sobbing with want. then, finally—finally—he gave in. he buried his face between my thighs and licked my clit nonstop, fast, perfect, relentless strokes of his tongue and i came so fucking wonderfully, the orgasm flowing through me like lightning. my toned legs jerked against the cuffs, my high arches flexing hard down at the foot of the bed, my pussy clenching and gushing around nothing as i moaned in a mix of lust, love and filthy need! but he didn’t stop. the moment the first orgasm began to fade he shifted, sliding two fingers into my dripping pussy and curling them against my g-spot in slow, sensual strokes. at the same time the thumb of his other hand found my oiled clit again! perfect fucking pressure. like, almost hard to believe what it felt like! super-light circles that somehow managed to massage and tickle at the same time, melting my brain completely! ... then his mouth closed over my left nipple, sucking and licking it passionately, tongue swirling around the stiff peak while he worked me perfectly. i erupted into my second orgasm like i was being torn apart by pleasure.  it flooded my entire body—hot, deep, endless. my back arched off the bed as much as the straps allowed, a long, broken moan pouring out of me! my pussy pulsed and hugged around his fingers, my clit throbbed wildly under his thumb, and every nerve in my body lit up like fireworks! when it finally ebbed i was a trembling, blissed-out mess—panting, glowing, completely spent. he stayed between my legs a moment longer, gently kissing my oversensitive clit before sprinkling a few kisses on my tummy and inner thigh, before he got up and i was once more greeted by the familiar soft cloth pressing over my mouth and nose again. this time i didn’t feel afraid. i felt too good. too happy. too deliciously, deeply involved in whatever this insane, erotic game had become. as the world started to fade i realized i had accepted my fate completely. he was going to keep enjoying my body—my dripping, eager pussy, my perfect soles, every inch of me—teasing, tickling, massaging and worshipping until he was satisfied. and even if there had been some way to stop him… i don’t think i would have wanted to. to be continued xoxo -gwen ]]> Mon 27 Apr 2026 14:43:12 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/1666618/the-tickle-bandit-reborn-chapter-5/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/1666545/the-tickle-bandit-reborn-chapter-4/
I woke up slowly, the way you do after a night of being thoroughly used before being put back under. my body felt heavy, deliciously sore in all the right places, but the moment i tried to move i realized i was tied again—spread wide open on a different mattress. smaller. firmer. the cool metal of a footboard pressed against the ankles of my bare feet, my legs once again tied wide apart. he’d moved me from my big king bed in my bedroom, to the queen in the guest room... the tighter frame let him strap me in a way that felt even more helpless than when he had me tied to my own bed, my toned yoga legs stretched wide, ankles cuffed to the corners with zero slack. my arms were pulled tight above my head, wrists locked to the headboard. a fresh satin blindfold covered my eyes, soft and total. i was wearing something soft and light... odd, yet familiar - my baby blue "fuck me" night gown. something i'd break out from time to time for the particularly hot guys i'd hook up with. and that's when i felt it - that's wasn't the only odd thing i was wearing. a cool, unyielding metal ring was locked perfectly around my pussy lips, attached to some kind of black thong harness that cupped my ass and held everything open. my swollen outer lips were pushed apart, my gorgeous clit held forward, completely exposed and slightly elevated like an offering on a silver platter. the metal was snug, merciless, and fucking obscene. i could feel how vulnerable it made me—every tiny pulse of my heartbeat made my clit throb against the air. my pussy was a helpless, horny, dripping prisoner! i didn’t have time to process it... the bedroom door clicked open. feet padded across the floor. then his voice, low and amused and full of dark promise as he began! something impossibly soft and vibrating brushed across my exposed clit. the same pinpoint silicon feather he’d used on my soles yesterday. it hummed to life, feather-light and evil, stroking slow circles around my swollen button as my hips jerked instantly.  (“oh… fuck…”) i breathed. he didn’t rush. he took his time, painting my clit with teasing tickles that instantly began working to edge my pussy! my breathing turned ragged as the various bristles join in: a firm, pinpoint artist’s paintbrush danced across my clit with precise little flicks, tickling and teasing the very tip until i was whimpering. he swapped it for a thicker, fluffier one—the same luxurious makeup brush he’d dragged across my soles—and used it like a worship tool, long, slow, adoring strokes that felt like the softest tongue in the world kissing my most sensitive spot. it was delicious and infuriating at once, to realize how quickly i was already losing my mind. “please…” i moaned, hips trying to chase the brush. “please, i need—” he cut me off with his tongue. hot, wet, and passionate. he pressed slow, loving kisses directly onto my fucking clit, then quick, light, impressive dances with the tip of his tongue, tickling and worshipping what felt like the very tip of my now very throbbing clit! every time i got close he pulled back to methodical, evil, intentional edging! letting a brush or that ridiculous vibrating feather take over and keeping me right on the razor’s edge! “are you air fucking?” he asked, voice thick with lust. “oh i'm gonna destroy you...” he was right. the next hours blurred into pure, obscene, blissful destruction! evil brushes, vibrators and his incredible tongue, teasing, tickling, swirling and sucking, gentle kisses planted right on the button like he was making love to it! his passionate fingers, slick with oil, massaging my helpless clit in slow, romantic circles while he whispered filthy taunts to me! “look how swollen and pretty you are for me. this gorgeous clit was made to be edged like this.” i was gasping, moaning, pleading. the metal ring kept me perfectly displayed, every twitch and throb impossible to hide. the thick fluffy brush returned, stroking me like velvet worship while a smaller, firmer one tickled the very tip at the same time. dual sensations—soft adoration and pinpoint torment—drove me fucking insane! i started to moan, coo, giggle and beg like a good girl without shame! he only answered with more love to my clit, passionate kisses to my lips, taking my tongue like it belonged to him and tender kisses to my neck - pushing my head to the side so he could kiss, lick, nibble and whisper sweet, filthy nothing's to me! as he kept up his ruthless edging ways, it was once again becoming very clear to me that it wasn't just my pussy and mind that he was driving insane... he was having similar effects on my heart! on my emotions. this attention, whether invited or not, was easily some of the most raw, genuine, passionate and loving attention i had ever gotten, and i was quickly beginning to swoon hard for him!! over and over he built me up with every tool he had: the vibrating feather brushing my clit until i sobbed with need, the artist brushes teasing and tickling and worshipping, his tongue lapping slow and loving, and his fingers massaging with such romantic, intentional pressure that, i felt like i was being edged by someone who had studied my body for years! i had become exactly what he wanted: a gasping, moaning, pleading, whimpering, begging, hot and horny nymph! my toned legs shook against the cuffs, my high arches flexing and scrunching helplessly down at the foot of the bed, my pussy dripping and clenching around nothing while the metal ring kept me obscenely open for him. i had no idea how long he played with me like that. time had stopped existing. there was only the relentless, delicious, diabolical edging of my helpless clit and the deep, aching need turning my brain to liquid. and he was just getting started. to be continued... xoxo - gwen  ]]> Mon 27 Apr 2026 14:16:34 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/1666545/the-tickle-bandit-reborn-chapter-4/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/627512/the-return-of-the-tickle-bandit-sole-no-mercy/
The return of the tickle bandit:sole no mercy  i wasn’t naive enough to think he wouldn’t be back anymore… he had left me, tied to my own kitchen table, panting in post orgasm bliss, just like he had left me all those years ago… after tickling, teasing, massaging and worshipping my helpless body to a hot, horny mess. and just like last time, my gut told me he’d be back. my gut told me there was something about me that this so called notorious tickle bandit craved… and now that i had done my research, taken a good look at my feet, and combined that with how good i must look all tied up, helpless, laughing and moaning, i can’t say i blame him.  i had also begun wising up to his ways, so i made the decision to accept that he had clearly mastered the art of stalking, spying and capturing. that looking over my shoulder waiting for it, or trying to anticipate his sneak attack, was not only a waste of time, but not conducive to a healthy, free life style. and so, i decided to say fuck it!  i left my doors and windows unlocked, put him in the back of my mind and went back to my normal life and routines! i had more than enough experience with him now to know that he meant me no harm. just laughter, pleasure and now, bound orgasms!  it had only been about 2 months - a far cry sooner than the 2 years he waited last time, when he returned once more… i swear he must be a complete master stalker by now, because there’s no way i could ever believe his timing is that good! what am i talking about? well, almost all of you are foot lovers right? and many of you are like him and have a weakness for tickling right? more specifically, tickling sexy, incredible soles like mine… right? well… he made his move after my bath!  after my hot, delicious, steamy bath. after i got out, dawned my satin bath rob, slathered my soles in rich, creamy foot lotion and covered them up with the booty slippers you’re about to go bonkers for! they’re slippers right? but in the shape n’ style of boots! and their lining? a thick, warm, fuzzy cotton! yea… now you get it. he had to have been watching! there’s no fucking way he’s just that lucky! i had been outta the bath for probably 40ish minutes when he stuck?  a rather convenient amount of time for all that lotion and warm, fuzzy slipper action to work its ticklish magic don’t ya think? a rather perfect amount of waiting time to just be explained by luck! now, even though the happy acceptance that i had my very own tickle, teasing, orgasm inflicting stalker had sunk in, that cloth, followed by the sudden darkness still takes a surprising toll on a girl! i awoke in a familiar position: tied. but something was different. my legs were tied weird. the sensation of them crossed took me a second to realize that he had gone out of his way to tie my ankles crossed on purpose! my soles were completely vulnerable in this position! i couldn’t use one sole to shield the other!  it didn’t take a genius to know what this was about: my ticklish feet were fucked! but far beyond that, my soft, pretty feet were still locked in my slipper boots! my feet were so fucked!  speaking of which, it wasn’t enough that he was about to ruthlessly tickle my satin soft, buttery pink and “constantly begging him to stop ticklish feet” he needed to go even further and fuck with my mind before peeling off my slippers! i was fully and completely straining all my attention on what was about to happen to my feet, when he straddled above my arms!? by the time he undid my robe and started to tickle and help himself to my helpless, quickly hardening nipples, i actually had the most distant hope that he’d leave my feet alone!  but his trip (for now) to the curvaceous roads of my upper body was impeccably brief, and just as quickly as he had given me hope, he took it away by slipping down to the foot of my bed and peeling away my first hot, soft, insanely fuzzy slipper. to be continued…xoxo-gwen  ]]> Fri 09 Aug 2024 12:45:24 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/627512/the-return-of-the-tickle-bandit-sole-no-mercy/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/418301/the-tickle-bandit-part-1-upper-body-exploration/
The crazy rumours had been spreading around the campus of my small university town like wildfire! girls telling hushed tails of a “tickle bandit” who had captured them in their own houses, tied them to their own beds & tickled them until they were actually horny from it?!  these stories, almost always seemed to be intertwined with an element of dreamy, lustful, bittersweet confusion from the girls i heard telling them too… recounting their experiences with this so-called “tickle bandit”, explaining how after he tickled them, he had licked their helpless feet and sucked their sensitive toes, or even straddled their helpless bodies to tickle and tease their nipples until they were getting turned on!! some girls even reluctantly admitted having been brought to the edge of orgasm from this bound, helpless “foot worship?!” begging him to make them cum!? saying that he had literally teased them until they couldn’t help but give over to the pleasure! i’ve even heard a couple girls happily admit that they’ve been leaving their doors unlocked ever since, in hopes he’ll return to finish what he started, and make them cum all night... as the stories spread, it was hard to tell what was real and what was being exaggerated, but each story shared the same general consensus: if the tickle bandit came for you, you wouldn’t see it coming, you’d wake up blindfolded on your own bed, and you’d spend the next few hours laughing, giggling and possibly even moaning in helpless desperation, as he tickled & teased you to the brink of horny, ticklish insanity! i personally didn’t really know what to make of it all! it all sounded just so silly and far fetched! first of all, being captured and tickled in your own house? i mean, come on, how does that even happen?! then the idea of actually being tickled and teased until the point of giving over to this weird foot & tickling creep?! yea right! in his dreams! i know if it ever happened to me, i wouldn’t give the satisfaction of even one giggle to that loser, let alone get horny and moan for him! truthfully, my feet are ridiculously pretty, so if this guy really is real, my feet would be a dream come true for him... i’m always showing off my pretty feet in the library to all the foot pervs too! it’s surprisingly entertaining to watch guys drool over my feet! so, if he ever captured me, he’d probably just sit there and jerk off to my gorgeous feet all day like the weirdo he is! on the other hand, my feet are super pampered. like, the skin of my soles are as pink as cotton candy pampered… that probably means they’re ticklish right? i wouldn’t know, i don’t let people touch them. it’s much more entertaining to just prop my feet up in public and slowly slip my shoes off… one week later darkness. that’s all i can see. ankles snug, clearly tied to something. same with my wrists. you’ve got to be kidding me… i hear him moving about the room and i remember what i told myself: this freak is getting nothing from me. neither one of us say a word. despite how sad and pathetic i think this truly is, my nerves automatically crank themselves up to 11, as i feel him move next to me! my abs flex, & my arms naturally (and futilely) try to pull on their bonds, in anticipation for what’s to come! it was time to find out just how many of these “tickle bandit” stories were true… to be continuedxoxo-gwen ]]> Fri 16 Feb 2024 13:53:28 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/418301/the-tickle-bandit-part-1-upper-body-exploration/