BTFW - Stay Still
Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2023 2:57 am
Part 1:
Ah MissAriel. Such an intriguing woman, brand new to this site of embarrassment-erotica writers and already making huge waves. Her talent is obvious, and her enthusiasm for her craft is among the highest I've seen in the 15+ years I've been active in this community. She even created an epic contest barely a month into her membership. To be honest,Ā her enthusiasm wasn't just high...it was suspiciously high. It pointed towards a longing that goes beyond what the other writers feel. It pointed towards an obsession with escaping the boundaries of letters and words. It pointed towards embracing the flesh, sweat, and cum of the stories in her mind. It pointed towards little MissAriel hungering to take the place of the various girl characters on this board and experience their glorious moments for real.
And I suspected this hunger was turning into a ravenous starvation as the days went by.
So I conversed with MissAriel via PMs as I do with several of the major writers on here. We shared story prompts and little ideas we both had, brainstormed toward future projects, and shared what we liked and didn't like about other recent posted stories. With my love of analyzing people and my fascination with learning how people I like think, I soon understood this active newcomer quite well and so very many of her kinks and tastes. Meanwhile she learned more about my own, and the frightening level to which these values matched. You see...I love being the mastermind that orchestrates intense arousal in women using thousands of creative ideas born of their very own mind that I have studied. And she, you see, wants nothing on this Earth more than to be on the receiving end of precisely that.
I learned that MissAriel shared the love of bets that she writes into her characters, and one day I hit her with this shocking challenge: If your hometown is within range of my own, then you and I must meet up for a date. Never thinking the odds of such a coincidence possible, she told me where she was with a cockiness behind it, as if to tell me "Oops! Sorry bud. Better luck next time"
Well as luck would have it...our hometowns were but a short drive away. Oops indeed.
The day arrives, and so does she. You should've seen this woman! Casual attire is not her style, clearly. Red skimpy top with lacy frills where the sleeves, shoulders, and tummy region were apparently sold separately. Black leggings tight enough that she's going to need to cut them off afterwards. Styled hair, showy makeup, intense grin. Every drop of this woman's body language was her devouring the way that I couldn't blink or turn away. She absolutely did that on purpose. Not that I failed to get a significant dose of her checking me out in return, no matter how hard she tried to play that off.
We hung out, talked, and teased each other with talk of naughty things we "could" be doing right now if we were actually in a story. I take her to a local nature trail where we can walk alone, unbothered by others. And when I don't have to worry about weird looks from other people overhearing me, that's when I plant the seed of my plan. We talk about her kinks again, specifically her interest in tickle torture. The idea of it definitely excites her in fantasy, but there's one tiny detail that makes things a bit confusing for her: she's not ticklish. Or so she says.
I call her bluff immediately. She becomes brazen in her declaring that I could never actually tickle her, that she could easily resist laughing or thrashing around if I tried to do it. This feisty woman gets in my face and challenges me, dares me to even attempt to tickle her because she wants to laugh at me when I fail. She's adorable with how obvious of a bait this is, but I play along and turn it into a bet. Specifically, a strip bet. If she could stay still for a whole minute, then I'd let her take off one of my clothes. But if she couldn't stay still, I'd claim one of hers. And the game would continue back and forth until one of us was out of clothing to bet with.
No fear, MissAriel offers her neck and arm to me with an astounding cockiness, fully convinced that I'd fail hard and she'd get herself a nice show. But then I make her face go white with the next words out of my mouth....
"We're not doing this out here in the woods with you standing up. That'd be silly. I've read every one of your stories so far. You and I both know that you have to be tied down for this. Thankfully I have restraints on my bed for just such an occasion. Unless, of course, you're scared."
MissAriel was instantly flustered, knocked right out of her teasing game for a second. My suggestion would increase the danger of the bet exponentially. I watched her face. She was terrified, yet also deeply excited.
After a few seconds to compose herself, she replied while smiling "You crazy fucker, I've read all of YOUR stories too! The last thing I'd ever let you of all people do is tie me up. You'd just strip me naked ignoring the bet entirely or something else evil. And I've got news for you, buster! Think whatever scheme you'd like, but these panties stay ON all night and you're not getting lucky that easily."
She paused a second and then added "Actually, ALL of my clothes are staying on because you can't make me laugh."
I chuckled at her audacity "No no, I'm not going to cheat. I tie you down, arms and legs, and I tickle you in one minute increments. As long as you stay still, I swear that nothing will be taken from you. And I'll even give you the extra assurance that your panties will indeed stay on no matter what even if you lose the game."
She looked at me suspiciously "You'll let me keep my panties? That makes no sense. Are you just trying to get out of betting your own underwear? Because I still want that. I'll take it home with me as a trophy."
"Nope. No if I lose I'll still get naked, and just for the hell of it I'll even agree to let you actually steal my undies as a prize. But you, I swear on my honor that your panties will stay on all night, even if you scream and beg me to take them off."
Her eyes went wide "I AM NOT DOING THAT, MISTER! EVER! I'd never ever beg for that, you can forget that."
I wiggle and move my eyes around mockingly "Then there's no problem is there?"
She huffs "Fuck. Fine, deal! But you're the one who is going to be begging me to let you keep your cock covered up once you're out of clothes. You have no idea who you're dealing with. I can control myself perfectly. Nobody has been able to tickle me since I was a little child. And even if, IF, I laughed somehow I'd still be able to stay still. You're screwed, you're so screwed. I'm gonna be the first person on Girlspns to ever see the great Executionus naked. Can you imagine? The other female authors will be so shocked when I tell them. And I will tell them by the way. I won't let you cover up your cock either. You have to stand there on display for me with your hands behind your head, dick hanging free."
I smiled "Is that so?"
Ariel smiled back "Yep!"
I lick my lips teasingly "You're wanting to up the wager now?"
She doesn't flinch "Hell yeah! You have to do that pose for me, and you even have to sit there and let me film a video of you like that where you have to say "I am Executionus, and I am MissAriel's slut" into the camera while your whole naked body is on display! Unless you back out now, give up, and admit you can't tickle me and never had a chance."
I beep her on her nose with my finger, which produces this cute cat-like reaction of confusion and indignation. I then stare wickedly into her eyes and reply in a deep, slow, methodically commanding voice "And in return for this wager...I require...that when I win...I get to do...Executionus stuff...without untying you...for an hour. Deal?"
That woman's face was redder than her top. Every part of her brain knew she was like a gazelle before the tiger, my every instinct ready to feast and her every instinct telling her to run for her life. But that pride, her beautiful, wonderful, foolhardy pride. This brazen woman looked me dead in the eye, stuck out her hand to shake mine, and yelled "Deal!"
And with that handshake, MissAriel's fate was sealed. Would she regret this decision? Oh absolutely, again and again. But would she enjoy her decision? Absolutely.
Ah MissAriel. Such an intriguing woman, brand new to this site of embarrassment-erotica writers and already making huge waves. Her talent is obvious, and her enthusiasm for her craft is among the highest I've seen in the 15+ years I've been active in this community. She even created an epic contest barely a month into her membership. To be honest,Ā her enthusiasm wasn't just high...it was suspiciously high. It pointed towards a longing that goes beyond what the other writers feel. It pointed towards an obsession with escaping the boundaries of letters and words. It pointed towards embracing the flesh, sweat, and cum of the stories in her mind. It pointed towards little MissAriel hungering to take the place of the various girl characters on this board and experience their glorious moments for real.
And I suspected this hunger was turning into a ravenous starvation as the days went by.
So I conversed with MissAriel via PMs as I do with several of the major writers on here. We shared story prompts and little ideas we both had, brainstormed toward future projects, and shared what we liked and didn't like about other recent posted stories. With my love of analyzing people and my fascination with learning how people I like think, I soon understood this active newcomer quite well and so very many of her kinks and tastes. Meanwhile she learned more about my own, and the frightening level to which these values matched. You see...I love being the mastermind that orchestrates intense arousal in women using thousands of creative ideas born of their very own mind that I have studied. And she, you see, wants nothing on this Earth more than to be on the receiving end of precisely that.
I learned that MissAriel shared the love of bets that she writes into her characters, and one day I hit her with this shocking challenge: If your hometown is within range of my own, then you and I must meet up for a date. Never thinking the odds of such a coincidence possible, she told me where she was with a cockiness behind it, as if to tell me "Oops! Sorry bud. Better luck next time"
Well as luck would have it...our hometowns were but a short drive away. Oops indeed.
The day arrives, and so does she. You should've seen this woman! Casual attire is not her style, clearly. Red skimpy top with lacy frills where the sleeves, shoulders, and tummy region were apparently sold separately. Black leggings tight enough that she's going to need to cut them off afterwards. Styled hair, showy makeup, intense grin. Every drop of this woman's body language was her devouring the way that I couldn't blink or turn away. She absolutely did that on purpose. Not that I failed to get a significant dose of her checking me out in return, no matter how hard she tried to play that off.
We hung out, talked, and teased each other with talk of naughty things we "could" be doing right now if we were actually in a story. I take her to a local nature trail where we can walk alone, unbothered by others. And when I don't have to worry about weird looks from other people overhearing me, that's when I plant the seed of my plan. We talk about her kinks again, specifically her interest in tickle torture. The idea of it definitely excites her in fantasy, but there's one tiny detail that makes things a bit confusing for her: she's not ticklish. Or so she says.
I call her bluff immediately. She becomes brazen in her declaring that I could never actually tickle her, that she could easily resist laughing or thrashing around if I tried to do it. This feisty woman gets in my face and challenges me, dares me to even attempt to tickle her because she wants to laugh at me when I fail. She's adorable with how obvious of a bait this is, but I play along and turn it into a bet. Specifically, a strip bet. If she could stay still for a whole minute, then I'd let her take off one of my clothes. But if she couldn't stay still, I'd claim one of hers. And the game would continue back and forth until one of us was out of clothing to bet with.
No fear, MissAriel offers her neck and arm to me with an astounding cockiness, fully convinced that I'd fail hard and she'd get herself a nice show. But then I make her face go white with the next words out of my mouth....
"We're not doing this out here in the woods with you standing up. That'd be silly. I've read every one of your stories so far. You and I both know that you have to be tied down for this. Thankfully I have restraints on my bed for just such an occasion. Unless, of course, you're scared."
MissAriel was instantly flustered, knocked right out of her teasing game for a second. My suggestion would increase the danger of the bet exponentially. I watched her face. She was terrified, yet also deeply excited.
After a few seconds to compose herself, she replied while smiling "You crazy fucker, I've read all of YOUR stories too! The last thing I'd ever let you of all people do is tie me up. You'd just strip me naked ignoring the bet entirely or something else evil. And I've got news for you, buster! Think whatever scheme you'd like, but these panties stay ON all night and you're not getting lucky that easily."
She paused a second and then added "Actually, ALL of my clothes are staying on because you can't make me laugh."
I chuckled at her audacity "No no, I'm not going to cheat. I tie you down, arms and legs, and I tickle you in one minute increments. As long as you stay still, I swear that nothing will be taken from you. And I'll even give you the extra assurance that your panties will indeed stay on no matter what even if you lose the game."
She looked at me suspiciously "You'll let me keep my panties? That makes no sense. Are you just trying to get out of betting your own underwear? Because I still want that. I'll take it home with me as a trophy."
"Nope. No if I lose I'll still get naked, and just for the hell of it I'll even agree to let you actually steal my undies as a prize. But you, I swear on my honor that your panties will stay on all night, even if you scream and beg me to take them off."
Her eyes went wide "I AM NOT DOING THAT, MISTER! EVER! I'd never ever beg for that, you can forget that."
I wiggle and move my eyes around mockingly "Then there's no problem is there?"
She huffs "Fuck. Fine, deal! But you're the one who is going to be begging me to let you keep your cock covered up once you're out of clothes. You have no idea who you're dealing with. I can control myself perfectly. Nobody has been able to tickle me since I was a little child. And even if, IF, I laughed somehow I'd still be able to stay still. You're screwed, you're so screwed. I'm gonna be the first person on Girlspns to ever see the great Executionus naked. Can you imagine? The other female authors will be so shocked when I tell them. And I will tell them by the way. I won't let you cover up your cock either. You have to stand there on display for me with your hands behind your head, dick hanging free."
I smiled "Is that so?"
Ariel smiled back "Yep!"
I lick my lips teasingly "You're wanting to up the wager now?"
She doesn't flinch "Hell yeah! You have to do that pose for me, and you even have to sit there and let me film a video of you like that where you have to say "I am Executionus, and I am MissAriel's slut" into the camera while your whole naked body is on display! Unless you back out now, give up, and admit you can't tickle me and never had a chance."
I beep her on her nose with my finger, which produces this cute cat-like reaction of confusion and indignation. I then stare wickedly into her eyes and reply in a deep, slow, methodically commanding voice "And in return for this wager...I require...that when I win...I get to do...Executionus stuff...without untying you...for an hour. Deal?"
That woman's face was redder than her top. Every part of her brain knew she was like a gazelle before the tiger, my every instinct ready to feast and her every instinct telling her to run for her life. But that pride, her beautiful, wonderful, foolhardy pride. This brazen woman looked me dead in the eye, stuck out her hand to shake mine, and yelled "Deal!"
And with that handshake, MissAriel's fate was sealed. Would she regret this decision? Oh absolutely, again and again. But would she enjoy her decision? Absolutely.