Ina Black is my tickle slave! Part 1

Ina Black had been teasing me with her defiant behavior lately. When I called her, hoping to arrange another session together, she acted distant, and evasive, giving me nothing more than vague responses. She even tried negotiating for a significantly higher payment, as if her recent fitness transformation had elevated her power over me. She’d become incredibly alluring, her confidence and newfound curves radiating a sexy dominance, and she seemed to think that was all it would take to make men bend to her will. Well, she was about to find out who was really in control.

I played along, agreeing to her terms just to set up the meeting. Little did she know, I had a plan of my own, a plan she could never have anticipated. When I arrived at her place, I waited patiently, gauging the perfect moment to make my move. Then, swift and precise, I grabbed her and secured her hands with handcuffs, capturing her completely. She struggled, her resistance only fuelling my satisfaction, but she soon realized there was no escaping me. The victory was mine. She knew then that she had become mine to command, and she would have to submit fully to my will.

Leading her to the couch, I was prepared to give her a punishment she would never forget. I unleashed an unrelenting tickling; targeting every sensitive inch of her newly toned body. She squirmed, begged, her laughter turning into desperate pleas, yet all she could do was surrender to the sensation, laughing as if it might be her last breath. Every touch, every laugh, was a reminder of her submission, a delicious victory that would stay with her long after.

But this is only the beginning. The rest of our encounter is yours to discover—a story worth every second.