Tied securely to the bed, I'm at her mercy, and she knows it. She takes her time, tracing patterns on my skin, her fingertips barely grazing me. She knows my weaknesses, my sensitive spots, and she exploits them with delight. Her breath is hot on my neck as she leans in, her voice a low purr, "You're mine to tease, mine to please." Her touch is feather-light, her intentions clear, as she sets out to drive me to the brink of madness with her cruel, tantalizing tickles.