(Please do not read if adults-only content upsets you.)
Tuesday, February 24, 2004, I had my fourth Hidden Chamber (New York City) tickling session with the remarkable Mistress Kassandra.
The premise of this session has me expecting an appointment with one Nurse Vellicator. It begins with me waiting for the nurse in the Hidden Chamber red room.
The tall, svelte, pretty nurse, wearing eyeglasses with her brunette hair neatly tied up, enters the room. Her demeanor is all business.
"I'm Nurse Vellicator," she says, shaking my hand. "My office called you on your doctor's recommendation. Your doctor has noticed how ticklish you are when he's examined you. He knows I'm a specialist in that field and suggested you see me. My assistant explained all that over the phone, right?"
I nod. The nurse says, "I hope they told you the examination requires you be either nude or wearing no more than a g-string style thong."
I answer, "I'm wearing a thong under my clothes."
"Well, strip down for me."
I disrobe. Wearing just my thong and an embarrassed look, I follow as the nurse directs me to the bed and motions for me to sit. She prods about my midsection and the soles of my feet, tickling me four or five times.
"You really are ticklish, aren't you? On a one-to-ten scale, I think you're a 7 or 8. I'm going to start your treatment right now."
The nurse cuffs my ankles to the side of the bed frame and my wrists overhead, rendering me helpless. I start realizing how vulnerable I am and ask, "Nurse Vellicator, you're not going to tickle me, are you?"
No sooner have I asked the question, she runs her tickling fingers all over my helpless body. I smile, laugh and wriggle, resisting as much as I can.
Laughing, I ask, "So this treatment is going to make me less ticklish?"
"No. This treatment is to make you laugh!"
"What kind of nurse are you?"
Nurse Vellicator lets her hair down and removes her nurse outfit, shoes and eyeglasses. Now the all-business nurse is smiling broadly, standing before me wearing just a bra & matching thong. Now I know why she seemed familiar.
"You ticklish fool," she says, laughing. "It's me, Mistress Kassandra! Last time we met, you fixed the TICKLISH TRIVIA game and tickle-tortured me for close to an hour! Didn't I warn you I'd get even?"
As she resumes tickling me, Mistress Kassandra continues the lecture, "So while you were getting dressed I sneaked a look in your planner. I jotted down your phone number and your doctor's name so I could trick you and get my revenge!
So I may not be a nurse, but here's a taste of your own medicine!"
After some more tickle torture, Mistress Kassandra stops. She steps back, looking triumphant - and looking hot in that bra and matching thong.
"Poor fellow," she taunts, motioning to her hot body "you would like to get your tickling fingers on all this, wouldn't you?"
Turning 360 degrees, Mistress Kassandra continues, "But you're the one playing the fool today."
To rub it in, she walks to the opposite side of the room. Kassandra can feel me suffer as I watch her behind move in sensuous motion. She knows I wish I could get my hands on her shapely buttocks!
"Like what you see,?" Mistress Kassandra says in a teasing voice, "Don't get your hopes up.
Today may be look-BUTT-don't touch for the tied up tickler," sticking her behind towards me on "butt."
Mistress Kassandra turns and faces me. Smirking, she removes her bra and saunters towards me. As my eyes fixate on her perfect breasts, Kassandra says, "Oh, and you like these, too, don't you?
Well, now that I have you ABREAST of your ticklish situation, where was I?"
With passion, Mistress Kassandra tickles me all over. Moving about my bound body, she keeps up the taunting. To be extra cruel, she waves her feet, stomach, breasts and rear end near my hands, laughing at me because I can only look but not tickle!
"Oh, revenge is so sweet," Mistress Kassandra says. "That's what one gets for such unfair tickling!"
Mistress Kassandra tickles me best (or worst, depending on how you look at it) when she dances her fingertips on my chest and collarbone. When restrained, I am less vulnerable to tickling but the way Kassandra gets me here, it feels as ticklish as when I am not tied down.
Motioning to free me, Mistress Kassandra stops. "Now, after that mean trick you played on me, you don't think Mistress Kassandra is going to let you off the hook without earning it, do you? I have some TRIVIAL PURSUIT cards. For each question I read, if you get it right you can tickle me. If you get it wrong, I tickle you. But I get to pick the category, you cheater, because you still owe me!"
I ask, "What category?"
Thinking I won't get one question right, Kassandra smugly answers, "Art!"
Picking a card, she reads the art question. I answer.
Eyes widening, Mistress Kassandra can barely say the words, "That's correct."
Mistress Kassandra frees me and I quickly lead her to the stocks at the foot of the bondage bed. Last time we tickled, I had a great time tickling Kassandra from the rear as she was locked in about the neck and wrists.
This time, though, Mistress Kassandra says she does not want to place her neck in the stocks. We compromise, as I lock her in by just the wrists - and I realize having her arms helpless is the important part anyway! I work Kassandra from behind with my hands and as well as with a couple of cheap toothbrushes, tickling her rear end, ribs and underarms. Then I climb on the foot of the bondage bed, reaching past the stocks to tickle Kassandra's belly, breasts and chest!
Mistress Kassandra asks, "It's time for another question, right?" I free her and she picks another card, sure that I won't get another Art question right. But I answer it correctly.
Throwing the card to the floor., Mistress Kassandra asks, "How did you know that?!"
"I used to play a lot of Trivial Pursuit," I say tell her. "I thought it was useless information until today."
This time I go for another favorite position. On the bed, Kassandra rests on her back. I restrain her wrists to the headboard corners. Next, I cuff her ankles together and elevate her legs, running a rope from the top of the bed through the restraints. Finally, to keep her from moving her feet away, I run a second rope to the footboard. Now those tender, ticklish soles cannot dodge my tickles!
I tickle Kassandra's feet non-stop but can't get the safe word out of her. Figuring what the hell, I change spots, tickling her underarms, breasts, ribs, stomach, legs and rear end.
"One more question," Mistress Kassandra says. "Free me and let me ask one more question. No way will you get three right."
Releasing Mistress Kassandra, I correctly answer the next TRIVIAL PURSUIT Art question.
Folding her arms, incredulous, Mistress Kassandra says, "Did you play TRIVIAL PURSUIT or did you memorize it?
If I find out you cheated again, next time you're going to be laughing for an hour straight!"
I seat Mistress Kassandara on the bondage bed and cuff her ankles to the lower bed frame. Then I cuff her arms behind her back. I tickle her feet and legs but quickly concentrate on her slim, sexy midsection. Working Kassandra's ticklish ribs, I finally get the "mercy" safe word I craved!
Vainly, she tries to move her arms to either side in defense of my tickles but the handcuffs limit her motion.
Trying to escape my tickles, Mistress Kassadra falls to her right side, giving me another go at her luscious behind.
As I tickle her bottom, Kassandra tightens her cheeks and I tease her about being able to pick up quarters.
We hear the knock at the door. It's time to finish.
I free Mistress Kassandra. She removes my thong and I rest on my back on the bondage bed. I look up at her as she stands alongside me. Kassandra pours some lotion on my erection. Then she does something that reflects the confidence I've earned through four sessions with her: she removes her thong.
For the first time, Mistress Kassandra is nude before me. The beautiful vision
notwithstanding, she knows that I won't overstep my bounds.
Mistress Kassandra rests her left knee next to me with her right foot still on the floor, lest there be any question about what she's allowing.
Some men might find a "so close yet so far" situation frustrating. I see it as an act of trust by Kassandra, and she moves me.
Mistress Kassandra plays with my legs and feet. I wonder how long I will hold out as I grab her left foot with my free hand. I suck her toes and then tickle her sole, both actions seemingly pleasing Kassandra. I also fondle her rear end a couple of times.
I want the moment to last. But the finish to this session is similar to all sessions with Mistress Kassandra,
ending too quickly.
As we clean up and get dressed, Mistress Kassandra and I catch up on personal things we've told each other. I tip her $50. As I had sent her a couple small gifts for Valentine's Day, Kassandra, in typical generosity, offers to return the money. I of course decline.
Escorting me to the elevator, Mistress Kassandra tellsme to give her a farewell tickle. To be polite (yeah, sure), I poke about her midsection a few times as we part.
Walking back to the train station, I thought, "For all I know, Mistress Kassandra can't stand me. But after working as hard as she did to please me, she still offers to forfeit her tip?"
Mistress Kassandra is not a nurse, but I doubt even Florence Nightingale had a bigger heart.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004, I had my fourth Hidden Chamber (New York City) tickling session with the remarkable Mistress Kassandra.
The premise of this session has me expecting an appointment with one Nurse Vellicator. It begins with me waiting for the nurse in the Hidden Chamber red room.
The tall, svelte, pretty nurse, wearing eyeglasses with her brunette hair neatly tied up, enters the room. Her demeanor is all business.
"I'm Nurse Vellicator," she says, shaking my hand. "My office called you on your doctor's recommendation. Your doctor has noticed how ticklish you are when he's examined you. He knows I'm a specialist in that field and suggested you see me. My assistant explained all that over the phone, right?"
I nod. The nurse says, "I hope they told you the examination requires you be either nude or wearing no more than a g-string style thong."
I answer, "I'm wearing a thong under my clothes."
"Well, strip down for me."
I disrobe. Wearing just my thong and an embarrassed look, I follow as the nurse directs me to the bed and motions for me to sit. She prods about my midsection and the soles of my feet, tickling me four or five times.
"You really are ticklish, aren't you? On a one-to-ten scale, I think you're a 7 or 8. I'm going to start your treatment right now."
The nurse cuffs my ankles to the side of the bed frame and my wrists overhead, rendering me helpless. I start realizing how vulnerable I am and ask, "Nurse Vellicator, you're not going to tickle me, are you?"
No sooner have I asked the question, she runs her tickling fingers all over my helpless body. I smile, laugh and wriggle, resisting as much as I can.
Laughing, I ask, "So this treatment is going to make me less ticklish?"
"No. This treatment is to make you laugh!"
"What kind of nurse are you?"
Nurse Vellicator lets her hair down and removes her nurse outfit, shoes and eyeglasses. Now the all-business nurse is smiling broadly, standing before me wearing just a bra & matching thong. Now I know why she seemed familiar.
"You ticklish fool," she says, laughing. "It's me, Mistress Kassandra! Last time we met, you fixed the TICKLISH TRIVIA game and tickle-tortured me for close to an hour! Didn't I warn you I'd get even?"
As she resumes tickling me, Mistress Kassandra continues the lecture, "So while you were getting dressed I sneaked a look in your planner. I jotted down your phone number and your doctor's name so I could trick you and get my revenge!
So I may not be a nurse, but here's a taste of your own medicine!" After some more tickle torture, Mistress Kassandra stops. She steps back, looking triumphant - and looking hot in that bra and matching thong.
"Poor fellow," she taunts, motioning to her hot body "you would like to get your tickling fingers on all this, wouldn't you?"
Turning 360 degrees, Mistress Kassandra continues, "But you're the one playing the fool today."
To rub it in, she walks to the opposite side of the room. Kassandra can feel me suffer as I watch her behind move in sensuous motion. She knows I wish I could get my hands on her shapely buttocks!
"Like what you see,?" Mistress Kassandra says in a teasing voice, "Don't get your hopes up.
Today may be look-BUTT-don't touch for the tied up tickler," sticking her behind towards me on "butt."Mistress Kassandra turns and faces me. Smirking, she removes her bra and saunters towards me. As my eyes fixate on her perfect breasts, Kassandra says, "Oh, and you like these, too, don't you?
Well, now that I have you ABREAST of your ticklish situation, where was I?"With passion, Mistress Kassandra tickles me all over. Moving about my bound body, she keeps up the taunting. To be extra cruel, she waves her feet, stomach, breasts and rear end near my hands, laughing at me because I can only look but not tickle!
"Oh, revenge is so sweet," Mistress Kassandra says. "That's what one gets for such unfair tickling!"
Mistress Kassandra tickles me best (or worst, depending on how you look at it) when she dances her fingertips on my chest and collarbone. When restrained, I am less vulnerable to tickling but the way Kassandra gets me here, it feels as ticklish as when I am not tied down.
Motioning to free me, Mistress Kassandra stops.
"Now, after that mean trick you played on me, you don't think Mistress Kassandra is going to let you off the hook without earning it, do you? I have some TRIVIAL PURSUIT cards. For each question I read, if you get it right you can tickle me. If you get it wrong, I tickle you. But I get to pick the category, you cheater, because you still owe me!"I ask, "What category?"
Thinking I won't get one question right, Kassandra smugly answers, "Art!"
Picking a card, she reads the art question. I answer.
Eyes widening, Mistress Kassandra can barely say the words, "That's correct."
Mistress Kassandra frees me and I quickly lead her to the stocks at the foot of the bondage bed. Last time we tickled, I had a great time tickling Kassandra from the rear as she was locked in about the neck and wrists.
This time, though, Mistress Kassandra says she does not want to place her neck in the stocks. We compromise, as I lock her in by just the wrists - and I realize having her arms helpless is the important part anyway! I work Kassandra from behind with my hands and as well as with a couple of cheap toothbrushes, tickling her rear end, ribs and underarms. Then I climb on the foot of the bondage bed, reaching past the stocks to tickle Kassandra's belly, breasts and chest!
Mistress Kassandra asks, "It's time for another question, right?" I free her and she picks another card, sure that I won't get another Art question right. But I answer it correctly.
Throwing the card to the floor., Mistress Kassandra asks, "How did you know that?!"
"I used to play a lot of Trivial Pursuit," I say tell her. "I thought it was useless information until today."
This time I go for another favorite position. On the bed, Kassandra rests on her back. I restrain her wrists to the headboard corners. Next, I cuff her ankles together and elevate her legs, running a rope from the top of the bed through the restraints. Finally, to keep her from moving her feet away, I run a second rope to the footboard. Now those tender, ticklish soles cannot dodge my tickles!
I tickle Kassandra's feet non-stop but can't get the safe word out of her. Figuring what the hell, I change spots, tickling her underarms, breasts, ribs, stomach, legs and rear end."One more question," Mistress Kassandra says. "Free me and let me ask one more question. No way will you get three right."
Releasing Mistress Kassandra, I correctly answer the next TRIVIAL PURSUIT Art question.
Folding her arms, incredulous, Mistress Kassandra says, "Did you play TRIVIAL PURSUIT or did you memorize it?
If I find out you cheated again, next time you're going to be laughing for an hour straight!" I seat Mistress Kassandara on the bondage bed and cuff her ankles to the lower bed frame. Then I cuff her arms behind her back. I tickle her feet and legs but quickly concentrate on her slim, sexy midsection. Working Kassandra's ticklish ribs, I finally get the "mercy" safe word I craved!
Vainly, she tries to move her arms to either side in defense of my tickles but the handcuffs limit her motion. Trying to escape my tickles, Mistress Kassadra falls to her right side, giving me another go at her luscious behind.
As I tickle her bottom, Kassandra tightens her cheeks and I tease her about being able to pick up quarters.We hear the knock at the door. It's time to finish.
I free Mistress Kassandra. She removes my thong and I rest on my back on the bondage bed. I look up at her as she stands alongside me. Kassandra pours some lotion on my erection. Then she does something that reflects the confidence I've earned through four sessions with her: she removes her thong.
For the first time, Mistress Kassandra is nude before me. The beautiful vision
notwithstanding, she knows that I won't overstep my bounds. Mistress Kassandra rests her left knee next to me with her right foot still on the floor, lest there be any question about what she's allowing.
Some men might find a "so close yet so far" situation frustrating. I see it as an act of trust by Kassandra, and she moves me.Mistress Kassandra plays with my legs and feet. I wonder how long I will hold out as I grab her left foot with my free hand. I suck her toes and then tickle her sole, both actions seemingly pleasing Kassandra. I also fondle her rear end a couple of times.
I want the moment to last. But the finish to this session is similar to all sessions with Mistress Kassandra,
ending too quickly.As we clean up and get dressed, Mistress Kassandra and I catch up on personal things we've told each other. I tip her $50. As I had sent her a couple small gifts for Valentine's Day, Kassandra, in typical generosity, offers to return the money. I of course decline.
Escorting me to the elevator, Mistress Kassandra tellsme to give her a farewell tickle. To be polite (yeah, sure), I poke about her midsection a few times as we part.
Walking back to the train station, I thought, "For all I know, Mistress Kassandra can't stand me. But after working as hard as she did to please me, she still offers to forfeit her tip?"
Mistress Kassandra is not a nurse, but I doubt even Florence Nightingale had a bigger heart.
Incredible, isn't she? 
