Aaaah...time to relax...and NOT fight (Phe'a VS The Mad Max)

Ah, yes. Phe knew her men well. No matter how much Max resembled a neanderthal, she knew that no man could fight the power of Tickle Torture!
Sigh, what a mastermind Phe was. She was almost impressed with herself to see the results of her own, seemingly primitive style of play.
It wasn't sexy...yet it gratified a certain part of her mind enough for her to keep going.

"Are you ready to surrender yet, my widdle, muscular hop-scotch tea cup, you?"

Yes, that was Max's pet name. A wierd one but it was true. To Phe, Max was a widdle, muscular, hop-scotch tea cup.

"Wanna give up? Maybe if you do.....we can do something else...."

(Neanderthal? " title="Sad" />)

"I'm...haha...not...haha...that easy!" He would laugh/reply to the surrender request. Widdle, muscular hop-scotch tea cup? What the heck was she on? Max would be squirming around trying to pointlessly get away from the feather of doom when his eyes would open with curiosity as he tried to fight the laughter. "S-something else?"

(What? I thoguht he was a caveman or something!!!)

To be honest, Phe was bullshitting out of her ass. She honestly had nothing else planned. But the look of curiousity in his face had sparked something to chrun in that little noggin of hers.

"Uhhh.....y-yeah....something else, alright...."

Phe suddenly stopped waving her feather around and cupped her chin in thought. What else would she do with a big man, tied to her own bed? Hmmmm the choices, the choices. Oh boy. After a few miuntes of silence, that familiar, devilish grin grew on her face once again. Phe just got another idea. This could spell bad news or good, depending on what type of man Max was.

(no! T.T is my description of him really that bad? He's like a normal sized dude, just well toned and a little muscular...he can behave primal at times...but that comes with the whole "Mad" part of him)

Max had been curious, but was moreso curious now, if not a bit fearful since he couldn't read this woman's mind. What did she have in mind? His eyes went from feather to Phe to the ceiling above and back to Phe again, not wanting to say another word.

Phe's mouth curved a little inward with her head cocked on one side. Her brown eyes retained a dead-still gaze on Max's features. Then, moments later, the edges of her mouth curled into a smile.

"Not going to say anything? Are we nervous? Or...."
Phe voice dies off. The handle of her large feather dropped to the ground while the slender woman reached foward, hiked up her knees onto the matress and proceeded to climb over him. The bed groaned and creek to the rather generous addition of weight, which only reminded her that Phe needed a new bed--one that didn't bitch and whine when two people were sleeping on it.

"Or are we...excited?"
Phe made her assumption with another smile as she stood on all fours, hovering herself directly over Max's lower body. Her eyes searched his, as if she was looking for the man to say something.

Max's blue eyes met the searching brown ones with a bit of a plea for some definitive answer. He tried to hide a blush that had crept onto his face from her body now hovering over his lower body.

"Wh-what if it's a bit of both? After all...nobody has managed to control me as well as you have...my Queen." A little flattery may just get the mad one at least an answer to how the equally, if not more crazy, but lovely Phe was going to approach him next.

(See, everytime you say "Mad man" I think "Caveman" I guess that's where the whole thing came from. I'm so stupid, lolol)

Max's eyes were searching hers, but it was too bad that Phe's attention was fixed somewhere else...somewhere...a little lower.
With her back arching, Phe leaned down close to Max's chest.

"How does it feel? Me being so close like this, I mean"

Phe sounded almost too casual, conflicting with how foward her movements were.

"...close enough to see you better....and close enough to..."

She broke mid-sentence, leaned in closer and drawed in whatever scent she can of the big man through her small, curled nostrils.

"...to even smell you better...hmm?"

Her brown eyes will finally move up to meet his, examining his face to gauge how much she had gotten to him.

(you aren't stupid..I don't like it when people say that they are stupid)

Phe's movements and soothing, sensual, casual voice were making Max nervous and a little bit excited. What be would smell as Max kept his eyes fixated on her, would be a mixture of sweat from earlier, testosterone, and a hint of a light cologne that Max liked to spray for his strolls. She was so close to him, teasing him expertly with her words and body language. Suggesting so many things to Max's dirty mind. His expression communicated through his eyes to Phe's, which finally met his, would see nothing one of desire and curiosity. What sense would she use next to tease the Mad Max, who was at her mercy?

(What if someone came up and called you stupid? I know what I would do. I'd punch them in the face for you, Matt)

Phe half smiled cheekily. She knew just how to get her playthings worked up. Besides, the more excited they were, the more fun she can squeeze out from thier cute little pores.

"Oh, Max...you're just sooo adorable!"

She throws an empty compliment in hopes of making him feel good about being her personal toy for the evening. Her fingernails dig deep into his upper body and trace a burning hot trail over its masculine shape. Still wearing her best smile, she leans in, moving her face up close to Max's and pushing her bosom against his own, her round, barely clad prize jutting into the air, triumphantly, shaking side to side.

"Not one for words, aren't you? It's alright..."

Phe keeps her tone low and heavy, hoping to get a firm grip on Max's attention while she sits up and repositions herself. Her generous cleavage now hovers above his lower body.

[i]"I like the silent types...Besides, we can all find better uses for our mouthes other than talking..."

Her lips part just a bit, then her pearly teeth will graze lightly against the buckle of Max's belt.

(aww...thanks...that's thoughtful XD I would have just played a mind game with them and walk away with them feeling inferior and stupid)

Max was about to try and sweet-talk back at Phe right when he felt her nail dig deep along his upper body. Pleasure and pain seemed to be this woman's expertise and Max was enjoying the mixture beyond what he had thought.

Her breasts pressed to his chest, her mouth so close to his as their faces were inches apart. Max could even see her nice, round derriere in the air shaking. It made Max want to break the ties that bound him to the bed and ravish his capturer to show her a good time.

Max's eyes went wide as she sat up and repositioned herself. She seemed at first to just be teasing him to do something else, but as soon as she suggestively sat her luscious body and leaned over grazing over his belt buckle. It made Max speak out, although he refrained from making his tone sound one of lust, but rather to have a suave quality to it. "Perhaps there is a way I can use my mouth...for you, ma cherie??"