Ok here’s the story about the rest of the weekend. I’m going to tell it in chronological order more or less even though I didn’t necessarily hear everything in chronological order.
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Saturday morning kicked off with a snap from Emily around 10 AM. It was a quick video of her in the bathroom mirror, wearing nothing but a tiny bikini top and shorts that barely covered her ass, blowing me a kiss and saying, "Morning, baby. We’re heading out for some fun today.” She ended it with a wink and a giggle. I groaned, shifting uncomfortably, but of course I couldn’t do anything about it.
A few hours later, another snap came in while I was trying to distract myself with chores. This one was a photo of her feet in flip flops, with the caption, "These are going to be busy today." It was cryptic, but it got my mind racing, which I’m sure is what she wanted.
That night, she FaceTimed me from their bed, her hair tousled and a satisfied smile on her face. She was in a silky robe, propped up on pillows, and she made sure to position the camera so I could see her relaxed, glowing post-sex vibe. "Hey baby," she started, her voice all teasing and light. "You look so frustrated already. No touching, okay? I want those hands where I can see them while I tell you about our day." I nodded, already hard in my cage, and she giggled at my expression.
She told me they started with lunch at this cute outdoor restaurant by the beach. While they were sitting there, she slipped her feet out of them under the table and started teasing his cock with her toes, rubbing and stroking him through his pants the whole time. She said she kept it up even when the waitress came to take their order, smirking at Derek as he tried to stay composed and answer questions about appetizers. "He was rock hard, baby," she whispered, "I could feel him throbbing and I didn't stop until we got the check." I let out a low groan, my cage biting in, and she laughed. "Aww, does that make you jealous?."
The teasing continued all afternoon. They walked around town, and she'd rub against him subtly, brushing her ass on his crotch while they looked at shops, or slipping her hand down to graze him through his pants when no one was looking. By the time they got back to the house, Derek was done with her games and decided it was punishment time. Emily described how he stripped her down, tied her spreadeagle to the bed with ropes around her wrists and ankles, making sure she was completely exposed and helpless. Then, to her surprise, he started tying her toes apart with little strings, spreading them wide and securing them so she couldn't curl them or pull away. She said she begged him not to, pleading, "Please, not my toes, Derek, I hate that!" but he just grinned and did it anyway.
That's when the tickle torture started. He went after her feet relentlessly, using his hands and electric toothbrushes between her toes. She was shrieking and laughing uncontrollably, her body thrashing as much as the bonds allowed.
In the middle of it, he actually called me. My phone rang, and I answered it in like two seconds, heart pounding, wondering what I was about to hear. On the other end, it was just pure chaos, Emily's hysterical laughter filling the line, mixed with shrieks and her voice crying out, "Not the toes anymore, please!" Derek didn't say a word, he just let me listen for a minute before hanging up. I was sitting there, stunned and insanely turned on, my cage so tight it hurt.
When she told me all this on FaceTime, she went into every detail, like how the toothbrushes made her lose her mind. "You should have seen me, baby, I was begging so hard," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And you sounded so excited when you picked up that call. Were you jealous? Wishing it was you tickling me?" I groaned again, shifting, and she burst out laughing. "Look at you, all worked up and nowhere to go. No cumming for you tonight." We talked a bit more about their evening, how after the torture he fucked her hard, and eventually she cut the call saying, "Sweet dreams, sweetie."
Sunday morning, I got a snap around noon. It was Emily in a skimpy clubbing outfit already, a tight black mini dress that hugged her curves, with the caption, "Getting ready for some wild fun. Derek says hi."
A couple hours later, another one came in, this time a close-up of her panties in her hand, visibly soaked, with text overlay: "Already wet thinking about what’s happening next. Just took some molly." My cage throbbed instantly, and I had to pace around the house to calm down my racing thoughts.
That night's FaceTime was even more intense. She called late, after they'd gotten back, her face flushed and euphoric. "No touching, remember?" she reminded me right away, smirking as I nodded, already straining. "Today was amazing, baby. We did molly together in the afternoon, and it made everything so intense." She described how, once it kicked in, Derek tied her up again, this time blindfolded and with a ball gag in her mouth. He had her on her back, wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts, completely at his mercy. For a full hour, he edged her mercilessly, using his cock to tease her entrance, sliding in deep before pulling out, over and over, at too slow of a pace for her. She moaned and groaned into the gag, her body arching, but he wouldn't let her cum. All the while, he was gently tracing patterns on her soles with his fingertips, making her squirm even more, and kissing and biting her neck, her breasts, everywhere, driving her wild with the sensations amplified by the molly.
She thought he was finally going to let her finish, but nope, he stopped right at the edge and untied her. They got dressed up, her in that slutty mini dress and heels, him looking sharp, and headed to a club. The molly had them both buzzing, and they danced for hours. She ground on him nonstop, pressing her ass against his cock, and at one point he turned her around so she could grind facing him, their bodies moving together in the crowd. "I was so horny the whole time, baby," she said, watching my reactions. "Everyone could probably tell how worked up I was." I groaned loudly, the cage super tight and leaky, and she laughed. "Poor baby, does hearing about me grinding on his big cock make you ache?"
Finally, they got back home, and that's when he fucked her brains out, pounding her until she came multiple times. She described it in vivid detail, how intense it was with the molly still in her system, and I was a mess by the end, having leaked everywhere. I showed her the mess, and she replied, "Not enough," giggling. "Maybe I’ll count that as a release… Night night!"
Monday was quieter on the snap front. I got one in the morning, a selfie of her in bed next to Derek, both looking sleepy and satisfied, with the caption, "Lazy morning cuddles. Heading home soon." Another one came around 1, her in the car, reaching across the center holding Derek’s cock captioned, "On the way back, baby. Can't wait to see you."
There was no FaceTime that night because Derek drove them straight home and dropped her off. She walked in the door looking radiant, still in her travel clothes, and immediately pulled me into a hug, whispering, "Miss me?" Before I could answer, she led me to the bedroom, had me strip, and tied me to the bed spreadeagle, just like Derek had done to her. She unlocked my cage, and I thought this was it, finally some relief. She started edging me slowly, her hand stroking my dick with just two fingers, bringing me right to the brink over and over. I was moaning, thrusting my hips, about to cum the whole time. And she asked me “Are you ready to cum baby?”
But then she stopped, leaned in close, and said, "Oh, baby, I promised Derek I'd make you wait until Wednesday to cum. No matter how much you beg." I started pleading, "Please, Emily, it's been so long, I need it so bad, I can’t take it anymore" but she just giggled, her eyes twinkling. "Aww, listen to you whine. It's so cute." She teased me a bit more, lightly stroking and then pulling away, making me groan in frustration, before finally locking me back up, still denied. "There, all secure again."
Then she untied me and we made out and she teased me through the cage even more, before she hopped in the shower and we just cuddled and talked for the rest of the evening.
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