Friday, September 17, 2004, I had my first tickling session with the Hidden Chamber’s wild woman-child, Mistress Katarina.
http://www.thehiddenchamber.com/mistresses/katarina.htm
As it is our first session, we chat briefly in the Hidden Chamber black room before Mistress Katarina leaves to finish preparing. Her web site photos did not reveal what a baby-face this woman has. It is a wonderful contrast, seeing such a youthful face on her curvy, all-woman physique.
Moments later, Mistress Katarina returns to the black room and the fun starts.
As I am 44 and Mistress Katarina is somewhere between 22 and 32 (her face would have me believe the former, her voluptuous figure the latter), here is the premise for our role-play: One evening on the streets of New York City, Katarina remembers me when our paths cross. As a college student, every week I had baby-sat her from when she was age 5 until 10. After telling me who she was, I could not believe I ran into the little girl I used to watch. She invites me to come up to her place for a couple of drinks and get caught up.
The role-play starts on the black room love seat, as if we are in Mistress Katarina’s apartment. As Katarina has a "shoes off at the door" rule, she is barefoot and I'm wearing just socks on my feet. We’ve had a few drinks and Katarina is warmed up, ready to tell the truth.
Mistress Katarina says, “I have to confess. As a little girl, I had a crush on you. I dreamed of marrying you when I grew up!”
As I tell Mistress Katarina how cute that is, she gives me a look that says, wait, there’s more.
“I never told you,” Mistress Katarina says, “but I loved it when you used to tickle me when you baby-sat me every week for five years. All those times you tickled me, even when I begged you to stop, I always climbed back on your lap so you'd tickle me again! Ever since you finished school and moved away, I've been waiting to find a man to tickle me like you did. I even moved here to New York hoping to find him. But I haven't, after all these years! Now I run into you tonight. Ironic, huh?"
I’m not sure what to say. Mistress Katarina fills in the blanks, sliding onto my lap, wrapping her arms about my shoulders. My hands naturally rest about her midsection to support her.
With a playful whisper, Mistress Katarina adds, "Want to see if I'm still ticklish?”
You don’t need multiple choices to know how I answer that.
I start with some gentle strokes and squeezes about Mistress Katarina’s waist, stomach and knees but get no reaction. Hesitant to cause discomfort or pain, but determined to tickle, I dig a little harder about her ribs.
Bingo.
Mistress Katarina proves ticklish on her ribs and underarms! She squirms on my lap as I tickle her.
I reach down to Mistress Katarina’s feet, tickling her soles. Her reaction is mild but not sensitive enough for my tastes, so I return to tickling her underarms.
After a minute or two I give Mistress Katarina a break. Catching her breath, she wants more.
With an intriguing look in her eye, Mistress Katarina says, "After all the time I've been in New York, you're the first man I'm inviting into my 'special' room. Follow me."
I "follow" her just a step or two, as if we are entering another room.
Hoping it will excite, not intimidate, me, Mistress Katarina motions to the suspension apparatus and bondage bed, including wrist and ankle cuffs on the bed.
She continues, "When I ran into you tonight, I was on my way to a date. But I decided to stand him up. I had a feeling all he'd be was a free night on the town, just like all the other guys I meet. I need more than a Broadway show to get me in the mood. I need a man who really knows how to make me laugh."
Smiling broadly, she adds, "Now that you know what I want, let's get a little more comfortable so we can really play."
Like a magic trick, Mistress Katarina's cute little dress seems to glide off her. Seeing her wearing a hot matching bra & panties set, I feel bad for the guy she stood up but feel good for my dumb luck.
With a look that says, "How about you?," Mistress Katarina helps me out of my shirt and pants. Seeing I am wearing thong underneath, she tries not to laugh at me.
"Did you have a date, too?"
I restrain Mistress Katarina's arms overhead with the suspension apparatus. To make sure she's going nowhere, I cuff her ankles together. Once again, I don't get much reaction with the light touch. I have to dig my tickling fingers into this woman-child's ribs and scratch-tickle her underarms to get the laughter going.
After a little while, to give Mistress Katarina's arms a break I release her from the suspension. Wondering if those feet of hers got any more ticklish, I escort her to the bondage bed. Cuffing her arms behind her back and cuffing her ankles so her feet extend from the frame, I kneel down by her bare, helpless soles.
But this time, not even a mild tickle! From feather-light to scratch-hard motion, Mistress Katarina's feet are not reacting.
As I am about to learn, it is always darkest before dawn.
Cutting my losses, I re-fasten Mistress Katarina on her back in the diver position, wrists cuffed together and ankles cuffed together, tied to either end of the bondage bed.
Straddling Mistress Katarina, I dive into those underarms.
For the first time in the session, Mistress Katarina struggles as I tickle those sensitive armpits! As I did a sloppy job restraining her ankle cuffs to the foot of bed frame, Katarina bucks like the mechanical bull in URBAN COWBOY, nearly knocking me from atop her! The same happens as I tickle her ribs!
After restraining her legs a little tighter, I blindfold Mistress Katarina. I wonder if the element of surprise will enhance the tickling.
Yes. It does!
Mistress Katarina's laughter fills the room as I alternate my tickles between her ribs and underarms. Something tells me to try those legs again, and, as Donna Summer sings, this time I know it's for real: Katarina's inner thighs get her struggling as much as the underarm and rib tickles!
I had only planned to keep her blindfolded for a moment or two, as eye contact is among the communication I crave with a playmate. But the element of surprise proves too delectable a spice, so I tickle Mistress Katarina for a while longer!
Removing the blindfold, I am about to see that my curvy submissive has yet one more ticklish surprise in store. But she's a lady, and I have to find it for myself.
Her neck.
After taking off Mistress Katarina's blindfold, I walk about the bondage bed, continuing the tickles. Standing behind Katarina's head, I lightly tickle her neck on either side.
"That's it!"
Mistress Katarina squirms crazily as I tickle her neck. Gasping through her laughter, she confesses it's her most ticklish area.
For the rest of the tickling session, I don't wait too long between neck tickles. When we started on the black room love seat, I wondered if my tickling skills vanished or if Mistress Katarina was not as ticklish as she thought. But with patience and persistence, I can now drive this captured curvy cutey crazy as I tickle her neck, underarms, ribs, and inner thighs and she can't do a thing to stop me!
As they say, it doesn't matter where you start, just where you finish.
As I tickle Mistress Katarina's underarms, the Hidden Chamber hostess knocks on the black room door, signaling it's time to wrap up.
In unison, Mistress Katarina and I say, "Saved by the knock"
http://www.thehiddenchamber.com/mistresses/katarina.htm
As it is our first session, we chat briefly in the Hidden Chamber black room before Mistress Katarina leaves to finish preparing. Her web site photos did not reveal what a baby-face this woman has. It is a wonderful contrast, seeing such a youthful face on her curvy, all-woman physique.
Moments later, Mistress Katarina returns to the black room and the fun starts.
As I am 44 and Mistress Katarina is somewhere between 22 and 32 (her face would have me believe the former, her voluptuous figure the latter), here is the premise for our role-play: One evening on the streets of New York City, Katarina remembers me when our paths cross. As a college student, every week I had baby-sat her from when she was age 5 until 10. After telling me who she was, I could not believe I ran into the little girl I used to watch. She invites me to come up to her place for a couple of drinks and get caught up.
The role-play starts on the black room love seat, as if we are in Mistress Katarina’s apartment. As Katarina has a "shoes off at the door" rule, she is barefoot and I'm wearing just socks on my feet. We’ve had a few drinks and Katarina is warmed up, ready to tell the truth.
Mistress Katarina says, “I have to confess. As a little girl, I had a crush on you. I dreamed of marrying you when I grew up!”
As I tell Mistress Katarina how cute that is, she gives me a look that says, wait, there’s more.
“I never told you,” Mistress Katarina says, “but I loved it when you used to tickle me when you baby-sat me every week for five years. All those times you tickled me, even when I begged you to stop, I always climbed back on your lap so you'd tickle me again! Ever since you finished school and moved away, I've been waiting to find a man to tickle me like you did. I even moved here to New York hoping to find him. But I haven't, after all these years! Now I run into you tonight. Ironic, huh?"
I’m not sure what to say. Mistress Katarina fills in the blanks, sliding onto my lap, wrapping her arms about my shoulders. My hands naturally rest about her midsection to support her.
With a playful whisper, Mistress Katarina adds, "Want to see if I'm still ticklish?”
You don’t need multiple choices to know how I answer that.
I start with some gentle strokes and squeezes about Mistress Katarina’s waist, stomach and knees but get no reaction. Hesitant to cause discomfort or pain, but determined to tickle, I dig a little harder about her ribs.
Bingo.
Mistress Katarina proves ticklish on her ribs and underarms! She squirms on my lap as I tickle her.
I reach down to Mistress Katarina’s feet, tickling her soles. Her reaction is mild but not sensitive enough for my tastes, so I return to tickling her underarms.
After a minute or two I give Mistress Katarina a break. Catching her breath, she wants more.
With an intriguing look in her eye, Mistress Katarina says, "After all the time I've been in New York, you're the first man I'm inviting into my 'special' room. Follow me."
I "follow" her just a step or two, as if we are entering another room.
Hoping it will excite, not intimidate, me, Mistress Katarina motions to the suspension apparatus and bondage bed, including wrist and ankle cuffs on the bed.
She continues, "When I ran into you tonight, I was on my way to a date. But I decided to stand him up. I had a feeling all he'd be was a free night on the town, just like all the other guys I meet. I need more than a Broadway show to get me in the mood. I need a man who really knows how to make me laugh."
Smiling broadly, she adds, "Now that you know what I want, let's get a little more comfortable so we can really play."
Like a magic trick, Mistress Katarina's cute little dress seems to glide off her. Seeing her wearing a hot matching bra & panties set, I feel bad for the guy she stood up but feel good for my dumb luck.
With a look that says, "How about you?," Mistress Katarina helps me out of my shirt and pants. Seeing I am wearing thong underneath, she tries not to laugh at me.
"Did you have a date, too?"
I restrain Mistress Katarina's arms overhead with the suspension apparatus. To make sure she's going nowhere, I cuff her ankles together. Once again, I don't get much reaction with the light touch. I have to dig my tickling fingers into this woman-child's ribs and scratch-tickle her underarms to get the laughter going.
After a little while, to give Mistress Katarina's arms a break I release her from the suspension. Wondering if those feet of hers got any more ticklish, I escort her to the bondage bed. Cuffing her arms behind her back and cuffing her ankles so her feet extend from the frame, I kneel down by her bare, helpless soles.
But this time, not even a mild tickle! From feather-light to scratch-hard motion, Mistress Katarina's feet are not reacting.
As I am about to learn, it is always darkest before dawn.
Cutting my losses, I re-fasten Mistress Katarina on her back in the diver position, wrists cuffed together and ankles cuffed together, tied to either end of the bondage bed.
Straddling Mistress Katarina, I dive into those underarms.
For the first time in the session, Mistress Katarina struggles as I tickle those sensitive armpits! As I did a sloppy job restraining her ankle cuffs to the foot of bed frame, Katarina bucks like the mechanical bull in URBAN COWBOY, nearly knocking me from atop her! The same happens as I tickle her ribs!
After restraining her legs a little tighter, I blindfold Mistress Katarina. I wonder if the element of surprise will enhance the tickling.
Yes. It does!
Mistress Katarina's laughter fills the room as I alternate my tickles between her ribs and underarms. Something tells me to try those legs again, and, as Donna Summer sings, this time I know it's for real: Katarina's inner thighs get her struggling as much as the underarm and rib tickles!
I had only planned to keep her blindfolded for a moment or two, as eye contact is among the communication I crave with a playmate. But the element of surprise proves too delectable a spice, so I tickle Mistress Katarina for a while longer!
Removing the blindfold, I am about to see that my curvy submissive has yet one more ticklish surprise in store. But she's a lady, and I have to find it for myself.
Her neck.
After taking off Mistress Katarina's blindfold, I walk about the bondage bed, continuing the tickles. Standing behind Katarina's head, I lightly tickle her neck on either side.
"That's it!"
Mistress Katarina squirms crazily as I tickle her neck. Gasping through her laughter, she confesses it's her most ticklish area.
For the rest of the tickling session, I don't wait too long between neck tickles. When we started on the black room love seat, I wondered if my tickling skills vanished or if Mistress Katarina was not as ticklish as she thought. But with patience and persistence, I can now drive this captured curvy cutey crazy as I tickle her neck, underarms, ribs, and inner thighs and she can't do a thing to stop me!
As they say, it doesn't matter where you start, just where you finish.
As I tickle Mistress Katarina's underarms, the Hidden Chamber hostess knocks on the black room door, signaling it's time to wrap up.
In unison, Mistress Katarina and I say, "Saved by the knock"
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"lucky," too, how about telling us about it, my good man?
It drives Mistress Katarina nuts, as it often happens.
