Anyone drop by lately? I’m curious about a few new faces. Admittedly, I haven’t been in a few years. I want to share a memory and maybe get this thread fired up again:
My last session was with Lana. She was my first “formal” session ever and I was a nervous wreck! I’m fairly certain my voice was shaking as we sat down to discuss the session. She was wearing all black with knee-high boots. Anyway, we agreed on each other’s terms and headed up to Lady Hillary’s Chamber. The room was dark and felt hot (although this was probably a combo of my own nerves and the actual temperature). There was a smell too - like the inside of a rubber Halloween mask. It all felt SUPER intense. Anyway, we approach the table. I took note of the wrist restraints at the head of the table and the stocks on the opposite end. Lana showed me how everything worked and then looked at me playfully. “I assume you want these off?” She asked as she pointed to her boots. “Yes!” I replied (excitement & nerves overtaking volume control and coolness). She removed the boots and began to take a seat at the table when she suddenly turned around. “I’m gonna take this off too.” She then peeled her black top off. I swear I almost fainted. Unfazed, she jumped up on the table and assumed an “I’m ready to get tied up” position. I secured her wrists and placed her ankles in the stocks. I couldn’t help but think that I was in a dream or a simulation or something… I looked her up and down. She had short cropped hair and brown eyes. Her black bra and matching boy shorts were dramatic against her milky skin. The dangly belly ring that adorned her navel had me like a fish staring down a lure. “Ok!” I said as I tapped the start button on my phone’s timer. “Here we go!” 30:00… 29:59.
I started at her elbows. I drew small spiders with my fingertips & nails and slowly worked my way down her arms. She started to giggle. “Good.” I thought. I kept going until I reach her underarms. I kept it light. She giggled still, throwing in a pleading “no” here and there. Tiny beads of sweat started forming on her collar bone.
As I tickled her underarms, I kept eyeing her stomach. The dangly navel ring tossed from side to side as she squirmed. I’d seen enough. I walked to the midpoint of the table and began working my fingers between her ribs. Admittedly, I didn’t get the scream I had hoped for - but I did get louder giggles and “NOs!” (Maybe she was just being polite - she did tell me beforehand that she was only REALLY ticklish on her feet and underarms & responded better to light touch). Either way, I kept trying. I began poking her stomach - then ribs - then stomach. Then I clawed her stomach with my fingertips. Never got the screams or total hysteria I was looking for but I did get some good giggles.
Finally, I walked around to the end of the table. Feet have eluded me my whole life. And now, one of the hardest tickle targets was just staring me in the face. I took her toes in my left hand and held on tight. Then I began taking my fingers from the center of her sole down to her heel. Her giggle turned into full blown laughter. I worked my fingers down her soles, between her toes, and on the tops of her feet. The stocks were shaking as she instinctively attempted to yank her feet free. I grabbed a plastic hairbrush and began vigorously brushing her soles in all directions. She SCREAMED! Finally! Her toes curled. I made them upright again and brushed under them. “IT TICKLES SO MUCH!” She cried. I drained the remainder of my 30 minutes session on her feet.
And that’s my memory from The Dominion. Anyone else have something good to share?
