Sweet Predicaments (F/M mostly, some F+/M), #16-conclusion, 2025-09-29

[tiedinbluetights]

#16-4: Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight!
(F+/M)

"Tickle, tickle, tickle." Candice blew those words towards me filling in the air once more with her cherry scented breath. Her lithe fingers only gentle poked at my ribs and armpits this time. In contrast, it was Amelie, still out of sight, who much more vigorously ran her fingers all along my tights-clad legs, especially around my knees and the area between my toes and the ball of feet, right at the spots where I was most ticklish. My squirming and swaying became more vigorous, but futile as the pain due to the spiked chastity cage and the weighted nipple clamps also grew in intensity. To avoid more punishment, I forced myself to meet Candice's gaze who appeared delighted with my predicament.

As I squirmed and swayed helplessly, powerless to prevent any torment, mere inches away from Candice's gleeful face, she brought her left hand close to my nose, and teasingly mimicked a pinching movement. It is only then that I noticed she had painted her fingernails the same shade of teal as her dress. My eyes opened wider as I tried to shake my head no.

Candice gave me a wink, and pinched my nose shut just as I managed to inhale as much air as I could! Once more, my breathing was cut off, but I had done nothing to displease either of my tormentresses!

Candice winked again and released my nose but only long enough for me to exhale as she immediately re-pinched it. She then periodically released and re-pinched, allowing only one inhale or exhale each time, as Amelie's relentless tickling continued along my legs and Candice's free hand continued poking my ribs. My mind was in overdrive and there was nothing for me to do, but to mentally accept and ride out all the combined predicaments my body was experiencing: inability to breathe at will; inability to escape tickling fingers; inability to alleviate the sharp burning pain at my nipples; and inability to prevent my cock from pressing against the spikes of its tightly fitted and capped chastity cage.

Divine, blissful, yet painful and inescapable. I was in heaven.

"He's tearing up!" Candice exclaimed, "let's take a break." The tickling stopped and the ability to breathe was graciously returned to me. Candice blew me a mock kiss and rolled away before my tears mixed with sweat started dripping from my face. Within seconds, a pair of teal ballet flats returned into my field of view and were quickly obstructed by a white face cloth that was being rubbed all over my face.

"There, there," whispered Candice. Meanwhile, I felt Amelie's hands massage the area around my nipples, and then press firmly around each in turn as she released each clamp. The sudden return of circulation each time caused a brief but intense spike in pain along with some trashing against my bindings; Amelie's firm yet caring hands nevertheless quickly eased the pain as she continued her massaging of my chest. My quickened breathing slowly returned to normal, and aside from the persisted throbbing in my groin, I felt like I was floating on clouds again.

With the face cloth quickly tossed aside, and I heard someone open a bottle of water. I couldn't see either women, however. "That was fun, wasn't it?" asked Amelie, after which I heard someone take a few sips of water.

"It sure was!" Candice chimed back, followed by more sips of water.

"Mmmph, Mmmph," I mumbled through my gag. Both women, still out of sight, burst into laughter. A slender hand with cherry-red fingernail paint, Amelie's, holding a large water bottle, appeared below my face, and was teasingly offering it a couple of inches away from my gagged mouth.

Regardless of how fruitless my efforts were going to be, I squirmed in my bindings desperately trying to put my mouth to bottle, eliciting more giggles from the two women.

"Our tickle slave is obviously not thirsty enough," Candice chimed as I saw Amelie's hand lower the water-filled bottle onto the floor, leaving it in plain sight.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" I protested.

This time, shapely feminine legs clad in opaque black tights, wearing a pair of patent black leather pumps came into view on either side of the bottle--a soft, tickling whisper in my left ear, Amelie's, "we will be back later, don't drink it all!"

I was left alone, with a water bottle just a few inches, and light-years, away ...

*** Poll ***

Concerning my latest chapter (Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight), should it continue past its 4th instalment?

• Yes, and keep it coming in small weekly instalments until a proper conclusion (3/5 votes).
• Yes, but do wrap it up in a single, complete (and potentially very long) instalment (2/5 votes).
• No, but do just pause it, and return to it after a few months and other short stories.
• No, and leave it as is, allowing readers to freely imagine the rest of it.

[LunaDog]

My friend, it's YOUR story, and therefore you must do what you feel best.

[tiedinbluetights]

My friend, it's YOUR story, and therefore you must do what you feel best.

Thanks @LunaDog I certainly agree with you; each author on this site ought to write in the form and style they feel is best suited for them. In this particular case, however, I've got an "experimental" interest with these polls. Basically, the experiment is whether they are even worth my time to formulate and use with my stories.

While the polls haven't increased the number of comments generated (the most desirable metric for an author to gage reader engagement), nor have they significantly increased the number of views per day (a mostly irrelevant metric to gage engagement, as that number fluctuates mostly based on whether there was a recent comment popping the story to the front page, or not, plus views say nothing about whether the story was enjoyed or at least appreciated), they do provide a means of "limited and quick" response to the story, for those who do not wish to comment.

The first poll, about what the content of the next instalment should be, was limited to a selection of story ideas that I had all worked on, and mostly fully fleshed out. The results, based on 4 votes only, were still useful in determining which stories I was going to post first. Also, I would add that despite only 4 votes, so only 4 interactions with my series, I considered that first poll a success as that was after more than 6 months of inactivity from my part on this particular series of mine. It meant that some viewers were still willing to engage with it even if not interested in commenting.

Whether or not I continue to use polls will mostly depend on how else I would want and be willing to use them in order to encourage engagement with my stories. And of course, if number of voters remains lower than I would like, then I'll simply stop using them for stories.

Finally, I want it to be clear that I will continue to write stories and post those that I feel comfortable enough posting so long as I remain able bodied enough with sufficient free time to continue doing so. Lack of comments is discouraging, but as my signature says, I mostly write and read for my own personal satisfaction.

I hope this response was not too long and won't discourage you or others from commenting

[LunaDog]

As you wish, then Sir, i have just voted!

Good luck with your aims here, and your words DO make sense.

[milagros317]

Since all four responses so far want you to continue this story, please do so!
For my part, this is because F/M tickle torture is my favorite activity with bondage.

[tiedinbluetights]

As you wish, then Sir, i have just voted!

Good luck with your aims here, and your words DO make sense.

Thanks @LunaDog; I hope the next instalments, however they are formatted, won't disappoint:!:

Since all four responses so far want you to continue this story, please do so!
For my part, this is because F/M tickle torture is my favorite activity with bondage.

Thanks @Milagros317; I'm glad you enjoy my take on F/M tickle torture stories.

[tiedinbluetights]

#16-5: Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight!
(F+/M)

I floated there, my eyes transfixed on the water bottle left there right under my nose. How long has it been since I was cruelly offered that sweet cool drink my sealed lips and suspended body could never reach? I tried to reach, with my spandex clad fingers, the locked buckle of the leather strap suspending my wrists to the beam. It was futile, but it was exactly such futility that I craved: inescapable bondage and torment, absolutely dependent on the mercy of the women who held me captive.

I fought against my bonds for a little while, mostly to keep shifting pressure points and avoid cramping--the only agency I had. Eventually, I just eased into my bindings once more, and closed my eyes, drifting away into subspace, resigned to crave that unreachable sip of water ...

A distant feminine giggle snapped me back to my predicament. I opened my eyes to see that the water bottle was gone, replaced by a pair of legs lying on the padded floor. Whomever was now with me had black ballet-flats on her feet, and her legs were clad in a combination of opaque burgundy tights under black fishnets, making for a lovely contrast. Judging by what I was seeing, she must have sat herself off to my right, placing her feet just under my suspended head. I tried to turn and see more than just her feet and lower legs, but the straps suspending my head and body denied me that privilege.

Her right foot rose slowly towards my nose and tapped it twice, filling the air with a delicate perfumed scent of lilacs mixed in with new leather. "Kiss."

That was my sweet Lucille's voice! I so desperately wanted to kiss her foot that I strained against the straps with all my strength, but just couldn't get my gagged and strapped mouth any closer.

Fingers unseen started to tickle my feet and knees, causing me to sway from my struggles. "Perhaps a little encouragement?" Amelie's voice quizzed from somewhere above me.

Lucille tapped my nose a couple of more times with her foot, but kept it away from my sealed mouth, just out of reach. "Kiss," she repeated. I redoubled my efforts despite the swaying caused by my struggles against Amelie's tickling fingers. The leather straps suspending me started to creak, but I just wasn't able to reach Lucille's foot.

As Amelie's tickling continued and as my wife's lovely foot so close yet out of reach, filled my field of view, another pair of unseen hands started poking my armpits and ribs. "Slave can't even fulfill the simplest of orders!" Candice pipped in mockingly.

Three tormentresses! Was I in a heavenly hell or hellish heaven I wondered, as my cock started to swell again against is spiked cage.

Lucille started to lower her foot away from me, as I muffled through my gag as loud as I could, "MMMPHFFF!", "MMMPHFFF!"

"What is it sweet subby-hubby? You want to kiss my foot?" Lucille teased. I tried to nod my head in agreement, which only prompted more giggles from my tormentresses.

"Alright, but only one last chance," Lucille conceded in a teasing tone. "A reward for kiss, a punishment for failure," she added as she raised her left foot this time towards my sealed lips. Amelie's tickling of my feet and knees and Candice's poking of my ribs and armpits ceased as I once more desperately strained against unyielding leather straps, suspending me and keeping my lips a mere millimetre away from my sweet Lucille's foot. What the reward or the punishment would be didn't even cross my mind.

And just as Lucille let out a sigh and was about to lower her foot, I felt my sealed lips covered by a leather strap finally make contact with my Wife-Mistress's foot! "Mmm, mmm" I muffled trying to make kissing sounds.

"Well, well," Lucille exclaimed as she lowered her foot and slide away from view. "Looks like a reward's been earned."

"Oh, oh! Could I suggest the reward!" Candice cheerfully exclaimed.

"Please do." My sweet Lucille remained outside my field of view, yet I could vividly imagine the wicked smile forming on her sweet angelic face as she said those words ...

(to be continued...)

[tiedinbluetights]

#16-6: Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight!
(F+/M)

Barely audible, soft, feminine whispers slowly faded away as I resumed my floating in subspace. I became oblivious to the pressure of the straps holding me suspended mere inches form the padded floor beneath me. I closed my eyes as endorphins flooded my body, making me fall into blissful reverie and losing all sense of time.

WHACK! I heard and felt a sharp facial slap against my left cheek, startling me back awake and causing my bound form to sway back-and forth in my suspended state.

"You mustn't fall asleep, subby-hubby; night is still young and we have yet to have our fill of tormenting you. Sweet Candice here has come up with a most delightful reward for you. Not that you actually managed to kiss my foot, hmm?"

I felt someone's hands loosening the leather strap that passed over my mouth, as Lucille's hands brought a fresh white face-cloth into view. "Hush, not a word," she added softly.

Unseen scissors cut-through the microfoam tape that held Lucille's panties firmly in my mouth. As the microfoam was peeled away, my sweet Lucille brought the face-cloth closer and a spit out the worn out panties into it. I couldn't see much as Lucille tossed away that face-cloth and brought another fresh, but damp one, into view and proceeded to wipe my face clean with it. My dry parched lips welcomed every pass of the damp cloth, and ached to squeeze more water out of it.

At this point, I could have said something. My Wife-Mistress's command not to utter a word was more code in a consensual game than an actual order to an actual slave. But I longed for this game to continue and discover what Candice, my wife's sweet young assistant, had thought up as a 'reward'. Whatever it might, I thought, it would be a devilishly sweet predicament.

As if reading my mind, Lucille pressed the damp cloth against my lips, allowing for some sweet water to enter by dry mouth.

"Not too much," my sweet Lucille warned aloud, "it could be several more hours before we decide to set you free." She then leaned into my left ear and whispered softly to me "whatever follows, it has my blessing."

I heard Lucille walk away, out of sight, while saying aloud "tickle-slave is all yours, Amelie, Candice. Have fun!"

As Lucille's footsteps receded a pair of cute size 6.5 bare feet with teal-painted toenails came into view. A dainty hand came into view and pinched my nose shut, forcing me to open my mouth as another dainty hand started shoving foul tasting sheer white fabric into my mouth: Candice's pantyhose from earlier!

Candice worked fast, and as soon as my mouth was thoroughly stuffed, she started wrapping several layers of microfoam tape around my mouth. My nose was no longer pinched shut as she did this, and once again I was gagged with a worn and foul-tasting, yet also deliciously sweet, female undergarment. However, in all these years of blissful marriage, this was the first time ever that my sweet Wife-Mistress had allowed me to be gagged with another woman's underwear! The taste was bitter, but not intolerable as my saliva starting soaking up the nylon fabric.

Candice then re-applied and locked the leather strap around my mouth that held my head suspended from the beam, relieving slightly the pressure of the strap around my forehead. As Candice did this, another pair of hands, Amelie's was attaching some elongated object to my crotch, adding three more straps around my pelvic area that were also secured to the supporting horizontal beam. Dread filled me as the device pressed against the multi-spike lined and capped chastity cage under my leotard and tights. Thankfully, what was presumably a vibrator was not yet on, ... yet.

As I floated there, suspended, wondering what was to follow, Candice inserted a nasal dilator for my nose, making it impossible for me to try and close my own nostrils; at least she wouldn't be able to pinch them shut.

"That's to ensure you diligently perform your next duty," Candice's sweet innocent voice whispered into my left ear. Her cherry scented breath filled the air, but was quickly replaced as a teal coloured ballet-flat shoe came into view and secured to my nose with more microfoam tape. A mix of vinegary, cheesy, and mushy-pea scents assailed my nostrils along with the bitter taste in my mouth.

"How long to you think it will take him to air out my shoes?" Candice asked.

"I'm not sure, an hour, two perhaps?" Amelie mused.

"Each?" Candice asked.

"I think so." Amelie responded. "And after, I'd like our slave to air out my pumps as well."

They couldn't be serious! Were they going to keep me tied up, dangling mere inches away from the floor, suspended horizontally, for four to eight more hours! That would be humanly impossible!

"Isn't there anything we could do to accelerate that?" Candice asked.

"Well, let's see ..."

(to be continued...)

[tiedinbluetights]

Hello @LunaDog, @beeblebrox883, @BachelorInDistress, @TiedupNick, @jone123, @guardian741,@milagros317, @Nainur, @meshuggah84

You have all commented at one or more times through-out this series of short stories of mine, and simply wanted to thank you all for doing so and for your encouraging, kind words. I'm not sure how much longer I will be able to keep posting stories and otherwise keep contributing to this little forum/board of ours, but I do intend to at least finish this latest chapter of this series before deciding anything else.

Next part of this chapter will be out very soon.

[tiedinbluetights]

#16-7: Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight!
(F+/M)

Soft gentle tickling caresses along the exposed arches of my feet sent me swaying in my suspended predicament as the leather straps held fast preventing any escape. More poking tickles along my ribs did the trick to accelerate my breathing.

My field of view was mostly blocked by Candice's teal-coloured leather ballet flat taped to my face, but I could make out the blurred contours of Candice's now bare legs standing off to one side of me. "That's it, slave, air that shoe out; at least three more to go after that one," Candice's chipper voice resonated near my right ear.

Every quick breath I took felt warm and reeked of a mixture of moist leather with Candice's signature vinegary, cheesy and mush-pea scented foot aroma. The nasal dilator prevented any attempt on my part to avoid smelling the stinky interior of the shoe (not that it would have been wise, given that I was so well gagged with Candice's worn nylon pantyhose that no intake of air through my mouth was possible).

As I floated there, tormented by relentless and inescapable tickles at my feet, armpits and ribs, I started to feel dizzyingly intoxicated by the smell of Candice's stinky. I desperately flapped my exposed feet about, trying to escape the sweet, gentle tickles that assailed them.

"Such ticklish feet you have, Sebby!" I heard Amelie exclaim, out-of sight from somewhere behind and above me. "Still, I think you have too much freedom of movement in them," she added.

The tickling stopped momentarily, as I heard whispered exchanges between Amelie and Candice.

A couple of minutes went by, allowing me to slow down my breathing, which did nothing to alleviate the stinky scents assailing my nostrils, nor the bitter-sweet tastes in my mouth. I wondered how long I would stay like this, forced to smell one stinky shoe after another taped to my face, while tormented by tickles and my tormentresses know what else.

As I floated in my suspended captivity, I felt a thin leather strap being fastened around my feet, and then cinched tight. "There!" Amelie exclaimed. "That should prevent you from flapping your feet to much, and it will prevent them for moving apart." She gave a test tickle down the still exposed parts of my soles and indeed, motion was much more restricted as I futilely jerked against the bindings hold me suspended.

Before I could stop swaying from that tickle, I hear a 'click' sound and feel vibrations around my groin area. I had forgotten, but was now quickly reminded with building dread, about the device that, a few minutes ago, had been strapped to me and pressed against my cock trapped in its multi-spike lined and capped chastity cage under my leotard and tights. I felt Candice's warm breath in my right ear whisper "no pleasure without pain for our subby-sebby," as she in turn pinched my very sore nipples and re-attached the weighted nipple clamps.

And then, in unison, both Amelie and Candice exclaimed "Tickle, Tickle, Tickle!" as they relentlessly and mercilessly resumed the tickling caresses and pokes along my feet, armpits and ribs. The frame and leather straps made creaking sounds as I jerked and swayed ineffectively for purposes of breaking free.

Not that I wanted to break free!

The vibrator, teasingly strapped to me, caused my cock to swell against its spiked and capped cage. Any effort on my part to resist excitement merely reinforced excitement instead.

Amelie's and Candice's relentless tickles caused my whole body to jerk and sway, adding to the mounting, burning discomfort at my nipples. Any effort on my part to not attempt to needlessly pull away from their merciless hands simply enhanced the sweet-discomforts I experienced.

The combined torments of my predicament added to my accelerated breathing, flooding my senses with the intoxicating foot-scent and taste of Candice's shoe and pantyhose. Any effort on my part to draw my attention away from the scent and taste simply reminded me that there were three more shoes to go after this one, adding excitement for my inescapable and inevitable torments to come.

A positive feedback loop had been devilishly setup by my tormentresses who knew me all to well. Pleasure feeding discomfort feeding pain feeding pleasure and so on, until the inevitable ruined orgasm caused me to tense rhythmically against the air, suspended mere inches from an unreachable padded floor, as I moaned loudly and deeply into my foul gag.

"Yeah!" I barely heard both Amelie and Candice exclaim, sounding very far away, as a most intense yet simultaneously most pleasurable pain washed over me in wave after wave. As the waves of pleasure abated, an overwhelming desire to be released, to be set free, overcame me and I started to trash against my bonds, elevating the waves pain I felt.

I hated this moment, this moment of craving release.

Thankfully, my devilishly angelic tormentresses know me all too well ...

(to be continued...)

[LunaDog]

I have commented because these stories of yours are bloody good. Including this one.

[tiedinbluetights]

Thanks @LunaDog for your kind words

Here's the next part for every one!

#16-8: Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight!
(F+/M)

My futile trashing, while inescapably held suspended by tight leather straps, only heightened the pain caused by my dangling weighted nipple clamps. The ruined orgasm I had just experienced heightened all my senses; Amelie's continued gentle teasing strokes with her long fingers along my exposed soles now felt like electric shocks being applied to my feet, and Candice's continued poking of my ribs felt like sharp jabs.

"Slave wants to be released?" I heard Amelie say teasingly as Candice's poking jabs suddenly stopped.

"MMMRRPH!" I screamed into my gag as Candice forcefully yanked both nipple clamps off, causing my whole body to vigorously trash about from the intense pain. The solid suspension frame nevertheless held fast, barely budging; despite all the sensory overload, the continued inescapable tickles and other torments, I couldn't help but feel pride at my hand in designing and assembling this torturous piece of furniture for Wife-Mistress's basement gym/dungeon.

Candice's lithe fingers gently started to rub my sore nipples as she whispered into left ear "ah! but we know our tickle-slave-pain-slut all to well; he wants this, to be denied release, perhaps even forever, eh?"

Some of Candice's cherry scented breath managed to make it passed the shoe enclosure taped to my face and mixed itself in with her worn shoe's scents as my breathing rate remained accelerated. Moreover, my stuffed and gagged mouth forced me to also periodically swallow saliva that soaked up the foul yet wickedly-sweet tastes of Candice's worn pantyhose.

"Let's see how many more ruined orgasms we can milk out of our slave before all our shoes are aired out enough," continued to whisper Candice as she cruelly reapplied the nipple clamps. Without pause, Candice then resumed her poking tickles at my armpits and ribs.

Meanwhile, Amelie's relentless tickles at the soles of my bound together feet and the backs of my knees never ceased, and the vibrator strapped to my groin continued on buzzing.

Sure enough, within just a few seconds, I felt my manhood start to swell again in its spiked and capped cage, excitement returning, pain subsiding ever so slightly, to all become enjoyable, as another cycle of mounting waves of delightful, pleasurable, yet painful sensations washed over me.

In what--incomprehensibly for someone who has never experienced masochistic subspace--appeared simultaneously to have taken less and more time than before, my second ruined orgasm of the evening sent my body once more pulsing and trashing with futility against the air. New waves of pain and pleasure washed over me as feminine laughter, and the sound of what may have been two hands clapping together in a high-five, resonated in my ears ...

(to be continued...)

[LunaDog]

A good continuation too!

[Nainur]

so very well described and told!

[tiedinbluetights]

Thanks @LunaDog, thanks @Nainur for your kind comment

And thanks to the readership of this series for having surpassed 100k views Never thought any series of stories of mine would ever reach that mark.

Part 9 of chapter 16 coming soon

[tiedinbluetights]

#16-9: Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight!
(F+/M)

An overwhelming sensation of 'liberation' washed over me as I floated suspended in my inescapable post-ruined-orgasmic torture. I felt 'free', with no craving of being released from my bondage this second time round. The tickles at my feet, knees, ribs, and armpits felt like angelic caresses, soft cottony clouds gently brushing pass me as imagined myself flying once more through the air. My rhythmic deep inhales and exhales filled my nostrils with the sweet cheesy stink of Candice's teal-coloured flat ballet shoe taped to my face; an aroma that, mixed with the taste of her worn pantyhose stuffing in my mouth, felt oddly reassuring.

However long my blissful state lasted didn't matter as all sense of time was lost to me. I was in my own private little eternal heaven, even if for a moment.

By the time I came round to my senses--two pairs of firm caressing hands massaging my aching muscles slowing anchoring me back to my reality of actually being a bound suspended prisoner of the owners of those same hands--I could see, after blinking a couple of times, Candice's bare feet with teal colour-painted toe nails a few inches below me. Gone was the shoe taped to my face. The vibrator had been turned off, and the nipple clamps removed without me noticing. My mouth, however, was still stuffed with Candice's sweetly foul tasting pantyhose.

"Should we completely untie him?" I heard Candice ask. "I didn't push him too hard; did I?" Candice's sweet voice had a genuine concerned tone to it as her gentle hands massaged my bound arms.

"Let him return to his senses first," Amelie responded in a reassuring tone while massaging my bound legs. "He entered subspace, and lucky little you were in a state of 'flow'. You connected with him in a way that only Lucille among us ever has."

"I'm so, so sorry! She won't get mad or jealous?"

"That will be for her and you to discuss later; and remember that Lucille had agreed to your idea of all this. Lucille and her subby-hubby here are very open and understanding people. I'm sure there is nothing to worry about."

"Mrrph! Mrrph!" I try to moan into my gag.

"Ah!, What was that Seb?" Amelie asked.

"Mrrph! Mrrph!" I repeat.

"He's come round and agrees with the last thing I just told you; see, nothing to worry about" acknowledges Amelie.

"Do you wish us to untie you?" asks Candice with genuine concern still present.

"Nurrph" I moan loudly into my gag and only just now notice that my head is dangling free, no longer suspended by the leather straps around my forehead and mouth.

"Ha! He is a glutton for more bondage!" Amelie exclaimed, but not at all surprised. "Okay, but we won't put you through smelling all our shoes. That was just a tease earlier, and one shoe is enough for one evening; it is getting late, Candice and I should head back upstairs and be on our way soon."

The whispered "mrrr" through my gaga was not so much a 'no', as just a moan of disappointment from me.

"Fine! Pain-slut!" Amelie responds as she grabs my head, while Candice reapplies the straps securing my forehead and mouth to the suspension beam.

"Perhaps you'd also like to air out my other shoe while we're at it?" Candice teasingly whispers into my left ear.

"Mrrph, mrrph" I mutter through my gag.

Without delay, the other shoe from the pair of teal-coloured leather ballet flats that Candice had worn was strapped to my nose, filling my senses once again with Candice's delightfully cheesy-sweet foot aroma.

"I'm heading back upstairs," Amelie announced.

"I'll follow you shortly," Candice answered back.

As Amelie walked away, she gave a playful slap across my left buttock, once more setting me into sway. I was still swaying a bit as I heard Amelie walk back up the stairs, leaving me alone with Candice, who grabbed my head stopping my swaying. I then felt Candice plant a wet kiss on the exposed part of my forehead. "I'll be back for my shoe later; air it out well!" she chimed as I heard her start walking away.

"Mrrr" I moaned into my gag, out of Candice's earshot as she was already bounding back upstairs. The only sounds I could now hear were once more the muffled feminine voices and the occasional clatter-clatter of high-heels from upstairs. Once more, I was alone, longing for more ticklish torments ...

(to be continued...)

[Nainur]

Lovely read.
Also: I like shorter chapters now and then!

[tiedinbluetights]

Lovely read.
Also: I like shorter chapters now and then!

Thanks @Nainur

My next instalment, and final part to this chapter 16 of my Sweet Predicaments series, may end up being longer than my usual in this series. Hopefully, it won't disappoint.

[tiedinbluetights]

#16-10: Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight!
(F+/M)

I was alone in the basement.

I was strapped to, and suspended from, a bespoke suspension frame.

I was gagged with Candice's recently worn and foul, yet divinely tasty, sheer white pantyhose.

I was forced to continuously inhale, nasal dilator preventing any resistance, the vinegary, cheesy, rotten mushy-pea mixed in with old leather aromas of Candice's leather ballet flat taped to my face.

Candice I kept thinking to myself.

Floating blissfully in suspension bondage, I felt like I was flying again, but not over an endless expanse of water this time.

Instead, an ephemeral vision of Candice's pretty pinkish round face and sparkling dark-brown eyes, framed by long black hair with teal-coloured highlights, floated beneath me, smirking at me with red-cherry coloured lips, taunting me with ephemeral fingers poised to tickle.

Just an illusion I knew as I could see the padded floor through Candice's apparition. I must not allow her to imprint herself on me! I forced myself to think, and shut my eyes tight. Desperately, I forced myself to hear my sweet Wife-Mistress Lucille's voice resonate in my head, repeating over and over the last of the vows she made me swore to her, over 30 years ago; "you vow under all circumstances to be mine and mine alone, to always worship me and side with me" Lucille's sweet, tender voice repeated over and over in my mind.

My eyes still shut, I ran through my mind sweet visions of Wife-Mistress and all the moments we shared over the decades in blissful, kinky, Wife-led marriage. I could see in my mind's eye her sweet smile and caring emerald eyes piercing right through my soul. I imagined my sweet Lucille's lithe fingers caressing and tickling me, poking at my ribs and armpits, as I actually felt them, making me buck and strain against by suspension bindings. I opened my eyes...

Lucille's sweet smiling face was underneath me, not a vision, but real and much welcomed. "Wakey-wakey! Candice needs her aired-out shoe back before she can leave," Lucille teased as she continued to poke at my armpits and ribs.

Out of sight, another pair of lithe fingers started to tickle my still bound together tight-clad soles of my feet. "Worry not, we'll be back to tickle-torture you more some other day" I heard Amelie declare, as yet another pair of hands, Candice's judging by what I could barely see, started to unstrap her shoe from my nose.

"Thanks for airing these out" Candice chimed, as I heard her slip her shoe on. "You may keep the pantyhose; eat them for all I care."

Lucille stopped tickling and pulled away from under me. "I'll see you off," she announced, as I both saw and felt Lucille's hands re-apply the weighted clamps to my still very sore nipples. Moments later, I heard a click and then footsteps receding away and back upstairs.

I was left ignored, dangling once more alone in my suspension predicament.

Nipples burning once more from the reapplied clamps, vibrator buzzing at my spiked chastity caged groin forcing a painfully restricted erection, I strained desperately against my straps holding me suspended and swaying above the floor. I was simultaneously desperate to free myself and blissfully grateful not to be able to and so be forced to endure the torture until my sweet Lucille returned...

(to be continued... in one final installment for this chapter)

[tiedinbluetights]

#16-11: Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight! (Conclusion)
(F+/M)

Once more I was alone in the basement, strapped to, and suspended from, the bespoke suspension frame I designed and built, but to which my Wife-Mistress had me currently tied to.

My suspended bound form swayed from my desperate and futile struggles to escape the continuous and torturous teasing of the vibrator strapped to my crouch, which forced painfully limited erections against the spike-lined and capped chastity cage my cock was locked into underneath tights and leotard. My struggles and swaying also amplified the relentless pull of the weighted nipple clamps dangling from my chest. Any screams of pain or masochistic delight were muffled by Candice's worn sheer white pantyhose still sealed in my mouth, held firmly in by microfoam tape and leather suspension strap.

I eagerly anticipated the return of my sweet Lucille as I heard muffled feminine voices from upstairs subside. How long would it take her before she returned? A wave of delightfully pleasurable pain washed over me as another ruined orgasm just washed over me at that thought. As the vibrator relentlessly continued its teasing torture, the pain became intense and I desperately wanted to be free yet also not.

"Bye-bye, subby-sebby! Enjoy chewing on my pantyhose all night!" the intercom piped loudly and mechanically Candice's farewell from upstairs. The physical pain and humiliation I felt were as deliciously unbearable as they were forced to be endured, trapped as I was consensually in predicament of my own design.

Whether seconds or minutes passed before the intercom turned back on, I could not tell. "Bye-bye! Looking forward to tickle torturing you some more, and having my shoes aired out next time!" Amelie's voice piped through, followed by the laughter of what sounded like several more invited guests. Were they all going to take turns taunting me from a distance? Already, the relentless torture of the vibrator and nipple clamps, post-ruined-orgasm, were building me up towards another. I moaned as loud as I could through my gag, enduring the relentless cycles of pleasure and pain washing over me.

Once more, I lost all sense of time's passage. I dreaded who else might buzz in on the intercom to say "bye". Would my sweet Lucille have invited over my cousins too as she had months ago for that deviously twisted tea party? The very thought, that Janice and Miranda--with whom I had played innocent tie-up games as a kid--could possibly be once more present for my adult-themed predicaments at Lucille's and her friends hands, just mortified me.

Fortunately, no other "byes" were said, as wave after wave of tortuous pleasure and pain washed over me. After what seemed like an eternity, Lucille's voice piped over the intercom, "all gone sweet subby-hubby! I'm tired. I think I'll wash up and go to bed; see you tomorrow morning!"

"MMMRRRPH! MMMRRRPH! MMMRRRPH!" I screamed through my gag, but to no use as the intercom shut off. I started trashing madly, to no avail, as another ruined-orgasm washed over me, loosing count of how many, quickly replaced by a fresh wave of intense pain returning from the relentless torture. I had no sense of for how long I've been bound, gagged and tortured, and couldn't believe that my sweet Wife-Mistress would be so cruel as to abandon me, left alone in my tortuous predicament, for potentially seven to eight hours more! I couldn't possible survive!

Swaying suspended mere inches from the rubber padded floor, I noticed droplets of sweat mixed with tears accumulating below me. The least she could have done is tickle me herself directly to add to my current predicament I thought to myself, selfishly, for the masochistic glutton I am!

Abandoned and completely spent, my trashing abated despite the pain at my nipples merely intensifying with no more pleasurable sensations cycling back. At least my cock would no longer strain against its spiked-line cage, or so I thought.

Soft lithe fingers gently and teasingly stroked the overly sensitized soles of my feet, causing me to renew my trashing, and re-awaken my groin area with a new painful erection. The teasing tickling fingers slowly traced their way up my legs, lingering at my very sensitive knees for a few seconds,and then slowly moving up the sides of my thighs, then finally my ribs as a pair of legs, still wearing black leather ballet-flats and still clad in a combination of opaque burgundy tights under black fishnets, slowly came into view. All the while, my squirming and trashing resumed with vigour, under her expert hands.

"That's it," she gently and warmly whispered into my left ear, as I saw long ginger curls flow down past my ticklish cheeks. "I know you have more left in you. I love it, when you squirm so much; its so deliciously hot!" she continued to whisper. "Squirm for me, my lovely hubby-slave!"

The spiked chastity cage in concert with the vibrator and the added teasing of my wife, forced another ruined-orgasm, which I hadn't thought possible. To prolong the sensation, Lucille continued to tickle my ribs with one hand, as she removed with her other the nasal dilator Candice had inserted earlier and replaced it quickly with her fingers pinching my nostrils shut, cutting off all ability for me to breathe.

I continued to trash and sway as her tickling hand now slowly went to one nipple and then the next to remove the clamps there without releasing my pinched nostrils. As the weighted clamps fell to the floor with a heavy thud, she resumed tickling my ribs with her free hand while still keeping my nose pinched shut with the other as I felt more tears trickle down past my cheeks that now felt burning hot. I felt pulses of cum flow through my cage restricted cock as Lucille continued to whisper "that's it, sexy-hubby; let it all out; you're such a sweet melting puddle of hormones in my hands."

"My hands" she then repeated over and over slowly. And just as I thought I was about to pass out, Lucille released my nostrils.

As floated there breathing heavily, I felt the vibrator shut off, and then I saw my sweet Lucille's face come into view upside down from me, as she bend over, deep emerald eyes beaming and piercing right into my soul. Her smile, lips tinted burgundy to match her tights, was a sight to behold. We held gaze for a while as she slowly caressed by head, brushing hair and tears aside. Finally, before resuming communication with words instead of gaze, she planted a deep wet inverted kiss on my forehead.

"You didn't actually think I'd abandon you all night down here?"

I shrugged as much as I could, still bound tight to the suspension frame.

"That would have been utterly and criminally insane, you know that."

"Mmrnurm, mmrnurm mmrrphh mmrurm mmrr mmrr ..."

Lucille giggled at my futile attempts to communicate verbally at how hot the fantasy of it would be despite the actual execution of it being impossible. She planted one more inverted kiss on my forehead.

"Had enough?"

Once more I shrugged as much as my bondage allowed.

"You insatiable devil, you! I'm going to release you now; you promised you'd clean up down here and upstairs as well before we retire for the night."

My sweet Lucille was right. I was more than her husband, sex toy, partner in life; I had also sworn to be her obedient handyman, butler and maid all in one. She counted on me to keep the house clean and clean-up after her invited guests.

She proceeded to first undo the leather strap Amelie had added between my feet to prevent them from flapping about separately. She then undid the straps suspending my knee and thigh cuffs, followed by the ankle strap, gently helping me lower my legs to the padded floor, all the while massaging them. Next she undid the straps holding my head suspended, and then the wrist and elbow cuffs. I was now able to support myself with arms and legs while she undid the three heavy straps suspending my chest.

"Thnnk uuh" I mumble through my gag.

"There, you can undo the rest yourself; clean yourself up first and then clean-up upstairs; it's getting late and the rest down here can wait till morning."

I pointed to my gag, indicating Candice's now completely ruined pantyhose still stuffed in there.

"Yeah, right, do throw that out; no souvenirs from other women; only from my hands! Never forget, silly man!"

I tried forming a pouty face through the microfoam tape.

"Tell you what, if there is time after you finished cleaning up upstairs, and you have properly and thoroughly brushed your teeth and tongue out, I'll let you eat me out before we retire for bed. If I'm satisfied with your performance, I'll let you be gagged all day tomorrow as you carry out your household duties, with these tights I'm currently wearing stuffed in that pouty mouth of yours."

Lucille unmistakably noticed my beaming smile forming despite the microfoam.

The End of Chapter 16
Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight!

[LunaDog]

The End of Chapter 16

And, a damn good note to end on, my friend.

[tiedinbluetights]

The End of Chapter 16

And, a damn good note to end on, my friend.

Thanks friend Glad you enjoyed it. I'll be letting this series of sweet predicaments rest for a while, as my other story ideas involve a very different set of characters (and I write much slower and more infrequently these days). See ya around the forum