Unexpectedly

“W-wait! C-can’t we d-do something as you make arrangements?” She beams. “What did you have in mind?” The emptiness eats at you. You feel as if you are made of swiss cheese. You need, you are desperate to be filled. You roll on your belly. Then rise to your knees. And spread your cheeks apart. Then you squeal, releasing them. “So not just ticklish in the pussy area, I see.” “Please don’t tickle me! I’m too ticklish!” you wail. “So what do you want, honey? Tell me or those sexy globes get another scratch.” Your face burns as you struggle with the words. Then you squeal again, those long nails finding tender spots. “Well?” she teased again. You breathe hard, panting as those nasty tickly sensations subside. “F-f-fUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!” “Oh I see, darling. And where do you want me to do that?” You burn, blushing hard as you force yourself to stay “FILL MY HOLES!!! PLEASE FUCK ME BY FILLING MY HOLES!” You squeal, then howl as those devilish nails dances across the skin of your trembling cheeks. “Naughty ticklish girl, forgot to say please.”

All you can do is screech and howl as she sits on your feet tickling away. You are sure you will pass out. “Nod your head, if you want me to stop and you will repeat what you said with a please and Mistress.” You nod frantically as you feel your bladder getting heavy. She stops as you catch your breathe again. “So increased promiscuity and libido, weaker physical strength, less inhibitions, and you are definitely open to strap-on sex. Very interesting. You nay request again.” “Please Mistress M-Miranda “huhuh”. Please, “huhuh” please fill my holes.” “Wait here.” She commands as you puff. “Yes, Mistress.” you barely squeak in reply.