Rainechampagne
Ticklishandchaste
- Joined
- Sep 8, 2024
- Posts
- 16
My name is Raine, and I turned 18 six months ago. I am 5'2 with shoulder length reddish brown hair and hazel eyes, and a slim, petite build.
You are a close friend of the family, a friend of my fathers though considerably older than him.
When I was young I was sent off to an all girls boarding school, but I recently graduated and I am about to deboard my flight back home. You are coming to pick me up as my father is away on a business trip.
These plans were arranged about a month after my 18th birthday, and only a few weeks after learning I'd be staying with you, you began to send me texts that left me in a constant state of frustrated arousal, warning me that I'd better be on my best behavior or else..followed by a picture of bed restraints and a feather duster. My clit throbbed. There were no boys on campus. No man had ever said such naughty things to me..
It continued on. Each day, something new. A link to a video of a tightly bound woman in chastity, being tickled out of her mind..a gif of a horny, drooling young submissive helplessly tied while a much older man drew little circular patterns around her clit with a paintbrush..a text, with nothing besides the words "Good sluts don't cum" and a little 3 second clip of you crudely poking your tongue from between your lips as if to ever-so-delicately tease a tiny little clit with it.
And now, as I exit the gate and my eyes scan the airport for you, I see you standing off to the side and I feel my horny, neglected virgin cunt quiver in anticipation of the unknown pleasures that await.
You are a close friend of the family, a friend of my fathers though considerably older than him.
When I was young I was sent off to an all girls boarding school, but I recently graduated and I am about to deboard my flight back home. You are coming to pick me up as my father is away on a business trip.
These plans were arranged about a month after my 18th birthday, and only a few weeks after learning I'd be staying with you, you began to send me texts that left me in a constant state of frustrated arousal, warning me that I'd better be on my best behavior or else..followed by a picture of bed restraints and a feather duster. My clit throbbed. There were no boys on campus. No man had ever said such naughty things to me..
It continued on. Each day, something new. A link to a video of a tightly bound woman in chastity, being tickled out of her mind..a gif of a horny, drooling young submissive helplessly tied while a much older man drew little circular patterns around her clit with a paintbrush..a text, with nothing besides the words "Good sluts don't cum" and a little 3 second clip of you crudely poking your tongue from between your lips as if to ever-so-delicately tease a tiny little clit with it.
And now, as I exit the gate and my eyes scan the airport for you, I see you standing off to the side and I feel my horny, neglected virgin cunt quiver in anticipation of the unknown pleasures that await.