was a hot and muggy day, so I had both air conditioners
going in the 3,500-sq.-ft. dungeon with multi "theme"
rooms (shameless plug). But it was blissfully cool
in the front lobby as I waited for him to ring. Right
on time. I was wearing my see-through light silver
metal corset, and my long silver dress, along with
my crystal-clear "Cinderella" platform heels. My hair
was curled and lightly pushed away from my face. My
black eyeliner outlined my eyes, red lipstick lining
stood there and gawked at me for a moment, so I broke
the silence and asked him if he was my tickle session.
I am, Goddess. I've been waiting for this."
I said, and guided him toward the back of the dungeon.
told him that he could sit on the floor before my
throne. I then asked him about levels of tickling,
different tickling experiences, and where his tickling
urges came from. He said he was not interested in
painful tickling (the deep digging of the fingernails),
but more of the light sensation over his feet, calves
and sides. He explained that he'd been to many dungeons
in New York and Los Angeles and told me that my dungeon
was comparable to those (shameless plug two). He also
confided that his father and uncle used to tickle
him. He wasn't attracted to them, but the actual threat
of being tickled had excited him.
decided what I wanted to do with him and went over
the safety words.
I told him to remove his clothing and get comfortable.
I put wrist cuffs on him and soft ankle suspension
restraints as well. I slowly guided him over to the
rack, and told him to lie down on his back. I placed
his wrists above his head and attached them to a chain.
I then secured his ankles to a large metal
spreader bar, an integral piece of my suspension rig.
After double-checking to make sure that none of the
rings or the buckles were digging in to his wrists
or ankles, I hoisted his legs up so his thighs and
buttocks were barely touching
"I moved up and down
his legs, sides, tummy and feet, walking
around the rack, all the time menacing him, 'I'm
gonna tickle you!'"
one of my feather dusters, I began to lightly tickle
his feet, calves, thighs, sides and buttock areas
in circular motions. I could see the fear in his eyes.
He wasn't quite sure if I was really going to hurt
him, or just tickle him.
this, I tickled him in the same areas again, only
this time with a horse tail whip. I got a better reaction
to this, as he tried to wriggle away from the tickling.
That, however, wasn't quite the reaction I was looking
for. I set down the whip and began to tickle the bottoms
of his feet with my fingernails, which just so happened
to be 3/4 of an inch in length beyond the tips of
my fingers. This got him going. He screamed out, "Don't
say that word 'tickle,' please!"
that technically wasn't a safety word, I knew that
this was my cue to icily say, "tickle." I then moved
my fingers up and down his inner thighs and sides.
Leaning in over his face I threatened, "I'm gonna
Goddess! Don't say that word, 'tickle!'" He was not
only terrified of tickling but of the word tickle
encouraged, I opened my eyes wide and threatened,
"I'm gonna tickle you!"
don't tickle me! No!" he cried out.
thought to myself, "now this was the reaction that
I was looking for..."
moved up and down his legs, sides, tummy and feet,
walking around the rack, all the time menacing him,
"I'm gonna tickle you!"
he held up fairly well the entire time, and didn't
utter the safety word once, so, I knew that while
I may have pushed his limits, I didn't exceed them.
An hour of tickling...oh, what a fun session. He kissed
my hand, thanked me for my time and I then walked
him to the door. Just before leaving, he told me that
it had been the best tickling session he ever had.
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