Femdom is Relative

         You’ve worked up quite a sweat as you desperately try to free yourself from the alarmingly implacable hogtie your little niece Anna has placed you in. Yanking and thrashing around has gotten you nowhere, possibly even making the bindings worse, so you’ve elected to lay on your side, and attempt to reach the bindings around your ankles with your fingers. You can’t see what you’re doing, and have to arch your back to even barely reach the bindings, making it frustrating indeed. The pose is difficult, because your chest and belly are thrust out while you try to gain a hold, and you are growling and snorting with the exertion, since Anna wrapped duct-tape around your entire head to gag you. “I can’t believe this is happening, and I’ve only been here for an hour! I have GOT to get free before Anna returns with whatever she meant when she said ‘something really bad’ would happen to me if I wasn’t free by the time she returns!”, you frantically think to yourself.

         Just then, you hear the knob on the door turn, and though it didn’t seem like it had been 10 minutes, you half expect your tricky little niece to be returning to torment you. Instead, you are alarmed to see that it is in fact your Aunt Laura! She busts out laughing at your predicament as she closes the door to the guest room behind her. Grinning ear-to-ear, your seductive auntie approaches, purring to you, “Oh, poor Patrick! How did you…let me guess - Anna is playing the Kidnap game with you, isn’t she? Not even here an hour and the youngest girl already has you in a sticky situation indeed, doesn’t she? What do you think I should do, darling nephew? Perhaps now would be a suitable time for a little lesson on not being so gullible. Don’t you think?”, she teases, seating her fantastic ass on the mattress next to you, and draws an invisible line from your ear down your cheek to your neck, then along your collar, and digging into your upper side ribs. Just this simple maneuver sends you into hysterics as you flounce around like a helpless fish next to her.

         Aunt Laura laughs with glee and claps her hands while saying, Oh my! Ha!Ha!Ha! My little bratty Patty is still as ticklish as ever, I see!”, and then she lays into your entire torso with both hands, wiggling her fingers and tickling you so badly, you sound like a pony whinnying behind the tape-gag. You squirm and thrash in place, but there’s nowhere to go, no way to protect your helpless ribs, sides, belly and hips. You experience an entirely different sensation when you feel your Aunt’s hand reach down below your shorts and stroke the shaft of your throbbing 16 year old prick, then her other hand yanks up the front of your shirt and begins tweaking your left nipple with her fingertips. Your frantic tone turns into more of a pleasurable moan, and she laughs and says, “Oh, the fun we are going to have during this month together Patrick!” as she reaches further into your shorts and somewhat roughly squeezes your balls before she yanks her hands away from you and breathes a deep sigh of satisfaction.