39 - The Tickle Party

     “Did you bathe before you came here tonight,” Anne asked, “as we agreed?”

     “Yes, mistress.”

     She looked at him, her eyes roving over the terrain of his face, hair, and torso like two searchlights. She sniffed, and then recoiled with a dramatic flinch.

     “You´re filthy,” she concluded. “You have a filthy little brain in there. Thinking all sorts of dirty little thoughts.”

     “Yes, mistress.”

     “I can smell them, you know. Your thoughts. ” Anne leaned closer to him, the heat of her breath emerging from her lips making a tiny tattoo about his face as she continued to speak. “How dirty they are. Sense all of the things that you want to do to me. I know what you want to do. What you want. I know all about you, slug.”

     “Yes, mistress.”

     “I know more about you and about your desires than you do.”

 

4657 words (MF, fetish, role play)

 

Cover art by John Michael Reefer

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39 - The Tickle Party

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