The French Way Tickling - Mistress's Armpits and bellybutton : an exceptional reward - BELLY BUTTON FETISH- TICKLING - ARMPITS TICKLING - BELLY BUTTON LICKING - FEMDOM

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The French Way Tickling - Mistress's Armpits and bellybutton : an exceptional reward - BELLY BUTTON FETISH- TICKLING - ARMPITS TICKLING - BELLY BUTTON LICKING - FEMDOM

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Mistress's Armpits and bellybutton : an exceptional reward - BELLY BUTTON FETISH- TICKLING - ARMPITS TICKLING - BELLY BUTTON LICKING - FEMDOM

Under the dim lights of the French studio, a beautiful Mistress stood before her subject. She wore a short miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and high heels that accentuated her curves. Her subject was a man who had proven himself to be her most devoted lover, with an intense belly button fetish. In exchange for his unwavering devotion, she had agreed to grant him an exceptional reward - her own body for him to worship and tickle.

The scene began with the Mistress standing tall, her hands bound above her head. She watched as her subject approached, his eyes filled with desire and anticipation. She could tell he was nervous, unsure of what she had in store for him. She smiled, enjoying the power she held over him.

The man began by gently tickling the Mistress' armpits, using a feather to tease her sensitively. As he explored her body, he moved lower, his fingers dancing across her skin. He knew her weak spots and used them to his advantage, tickling her harder and faster.

Finally, he reached the ultimate prize - her belly button. He knelt before her, his eyes locked on hers as he asked for permission to lick it. To his surprise, she agreed. But as he began to kiss and lick her navel, she reminded him that this was a privilege, not a right. She allowed him to continue, but only on her terms.

As he licked and kissed her belly button, she felt his urgency growing. She knew he wanted more, but she was in no hurry to give it to him. She enjoyed watching him squirm, his need for her touch almost palpable.

Finally, she decided to grant him another wish. She told him to lie down on the floor, his hands bound above his head just like hers. She straddled him, her body pressing against his, teasing him with her soft touches.

As she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear, she whispered, "Tell me what you want."

His response was immediate. "I want you to tickle me," he said, his voice shaking with anticipation.

She smiled and nodded, her fingers already starting to dance across his chest and stomach. She tickled him mercilessly, her touch both playful and taunting. She delighted in watching him squirm and plead for more, all while knowing that she was in complete control.

The video ended with the Mistress standing over her subject, her hands still bound above her head. She looked down at him, a smile playing on her lips. "You may thank me now," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Her subject looked up at her, tears of laughter streaming down his face. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude and awe.

She nodded, turning away from him. As she walked away, she knew that she had left him yearning for more, their power dynamic intact. She was the Mistress, and he was her devoted subject. And that would never change.

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