TICKLE ME WHITE the novel - What is it about ? and chapter extracts.

The inspiration behind TICKLE ME WHITE was a book I read a couple of years ago called HARRY'S GAME, which was actually written in 1975 about the Troubles in Northern Ireland (obviously my book has nothing to do with the Troubles). However the central concept in that book was of two disparate characters who unbeknownst to each other are on a tragic collision course. The two central characters in my book are Max and Natasha (Natalie).

MAX is a London bus driver who has a very cavalier attitude towards his job, and little by little throughout the book this approach begins to catch up with him. So it is worth noting that large parts of this book is about bus driving in London. Throughout his life Max could be described as Asexual, but he is also driven by a Tickling Fetish. Unfortunately for Max his inability to form normal sexual relationships with women means his opportunities as a tickler are non-existent. Therefore he has tried in the past to visit domme's to play the role of ticklee, only to find his body is completely non-responsive. As such Max is sexually trapped within a fetish that doesn't work for him. His only outlet being tickle fetish porn.

NATASHA (NATALIE) is a dominatrix working in London. She is also a Lesbian and lives with her sister and young niece. As a dominatrix Natasha is an amoral person, which means she is unable to find a demarcation line between being a 'service provider' and someone who goes 'much too far'. She lives a lie that her sister is dependent on her, whereas in reality she is emotionally dependent on her sister for some stability and normality in her life. Although she is gay, her personality traits make it next to impossible to form relationships with other women.

Other significant characters in the book are:
ANTONIA: Natasha's (Natalie's) sister, and only living relation.
MARTIN: Max's brother, and only living relation.
GINO: Macho and misogynist client of Natasha's
LAWRENCE: Convicted sex offender and client of Natasha's
THE MAID: Natasha's grudging front of house employee.

There are quite a few other minor characters, however it would get a little tedious to list them all here.

Sexually some of the themes and practices covered in the book within the whole BDSM framework are: Tickling (naturally), ball-busting, electroplay, forced bi-sexuality, chastity play, facesitting/smothering, nettleplay, chinese watertorture, tease and denial, financial blackmail (I think that's the lot).

Some of the other themes I include are: London housing crisis, loneliness in large cities, suicide, commuting, racism, disability discrimination etc.

The idea behind these weekly extracts is not to pick out the Tickle relevant parts, but instead to give a general flavour of the book.

CHAPTER ONE

The client however was no longer in a mood to be teased. The fear that he felt, combined with the restriction on his mouth, was causing him to hyperventilate. His nostrils, which were his main source of air, were also starting to run due to the tears that were already leaking from his eyes, and thus the act of breathing became ever more difficult. He was desperate for her to look in his direction again, given that his eyes were the only way he could communicate, but even a glance was not forthcoming. The history of the ball-gag had also started to play on his mind, and was adding to a developing nausea. He shook his head and tried to make what sound he could, as his naked body poured sweat. The muffled pleading however was no more than mood music to the ears of the professional sadist sat opposite him.

CHAPTER TWO

“No, no, no, you’re not listening. Look let me give you an example. Say for instance the local school comes out at ten past three right, and you are due at that stop at twelve minutes past. Well if you turn up there on time, there will be a handful of kids who have made it to the stop in two minutes. The trouble is though, they will take so long getting on the bus, that more and more kids keep joining the queue while they are messing around with their passes. Then before you know it you will have a hundred kids at that stop trying to get on board, and you will be stuck there ten minutes picking them all up. Meanwhile the bus who is due at that stop ten minutes behind you, who is running on time, will see you stuck at that stop and go sailing past with an empty bus. At which point he is now winning, while you’re getting slaughtered”

CHAPTER THREE

Yet for all that Max did not have any alternatives. Certainly a ‘normal’ relationship was ‘out of the question’. From his teenage years onwards Max had found it impossible to speak the language of sex that so excited everyone else. The upshot being that most girls at that time thought of him as weird. For his part he had found himself disgusted at how his contemporaries had described their sexual aspirations, and even more appalled that the opposite sex appeared to respond to them. As the years progressed however Max did have a small number of relationships, but found that his minuscule sexual appetite for intercourse, combined with his gritted teeth performance, meant that they all had a very short shelf life.

CHAPTER FOUR

Natasha had known that a pre-emptive showdown with Gino was necessary, yet even though logic dictated that this should be the day, she was not looking forward to it. It wasn’t that her client list was so extensive that she could normally afford to see off a regular customer. But he was 17 stone of chauvinistic trouble, whom Natasha had no doubt would eventually turn violent. Her stock in trade was dealing with submissive men, but this was not how one would describe Gino.

CHAPTER FIVE

The words ‘see you in the office’ was always guaranteed to set Max on edge. Things often happened in service that management would deem worthy of an occurrence report. Max however made a point of only doing those that were needed in order to ‘cover his own back’. Until he knew exactly what they wanted this one for, he could only speculate over how much trouble he might be in.

CHAPTER SIX

Such was the difficulty of driving around and parking in London that many Londoners felt content to go through their entire lives without the hassle and expense of owning a car. This position was reinforced in 2003 by the introduction of ‘The Congestion Charge’ by the London Mayor.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“No sorry” apologised Natalie as she waved her glass free hand in a ‘half cut’ conciliatory motion. “It’s just what I was saying earlier, we are spending pretty much everything I am bringing in. The whole thing about saving for a deposit is just never going to happen. Instead we have to pay a fortune to live in this shoebox, and I am just not sure what is the way out of it”.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Finding himself at a ‘loose end’ was a fairly common occurrence for Max on a rest day. He was always happy not to be at work, but then became easily bored when he wasn’t required to go in. He often speculated over the whole purpose of it. Was it about earning money to keep yourself alive, or merely about giving yourself something to do with your time?

CHAPTER NINE

“Hardly” replied Max. “I have had them all this morning. Do you know what, next time someone asks me what I do for a living, I’m just saying I pick up rubbish all day. And they will say what are you a dustman then, and I will say no a bus driver.”

CHAPTER TEN

“I don’t suppose you are able to tighten a lavatory seat?”

The man who was half laid out on the floor, with his knees pointing upwards and his head in the slowly dripping shower booth replied.

“I will do my best mistress”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Oh and before you shut the door, a little dickie bird told me that you are being more than a little slack when it comes to checking passes. The next time you have some free time, come and sit down with me, and I will get out the file of letters from TFL (Transport For London), showing how much we get fined every time they find an out of date pass on one of our buses”.

CHAPTER TWELVE

In his fetish persona, the sound of six young women almost crying with laughter, would have been teasing him out of his mind. However in his professional capacity, experience had taught Max that loud young females, spliced with booze, was a magnet for testosterone fuelled young men, and that usually spelt trouble. So it was with some relief for him when they all stumbled out at Hounslow West Underground and headed for the tube.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Alright then Lawrence before I get you to sign your chastity contract let me explain in essence how it is going to work. This is a one-year contract for which you will pay me a monthly keyholding fee of seventy-five pounds by standing order. In addition you will be expected to book and pay for one session per calendar month with me, where I will inspect your device, and you will receive your monthly milking. The device I use for this is called a Venys milking machine, which is basically a tube that attaches to your penis, that will pump you to orgasm and beyond, which incorporates elements of post orgasm torture. In fact many of my chastity submissives find the post orgasm pumping the most gruelling part of the whole chastity experience”.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

As usual there was a list of American actress’s and pop stars, many of whom Max had never heard of. One contributor had attached a picture of an otherwise naked American soap star covering her breasts with her arm, causing Max to casually graze his crotch with his hand. He checked himself straight away as he remembered that he had to go to work in a few hours and that it wasn’t the time to start a long masturbation session.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Not long after being returned to his cell, Max found himself ushered out again and taken back to the front desk. As he approached he could see Martin sitting alone on a bench. His brother looked up at Max as he saw him approach, but then looked down again at his feet staying stock-still.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Just past one in the afternoon there was a loud knocking at the front door. At the best of times Max wasn’t used to visitors, but this time the shock and terror made him feel as if he was having a seizure. He gingerly poked his head round the living room door and could see through the hallway glass that it was a man. His first instinct was to hide and pretend no-one was in. Yet something drew him towards the door, and when the knocking began again he inexplicably switched approach and opened it.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“There’s still more we can do,” said Mandy as her fingers started to probe for Natasha’s clitoris. Natasha however moved her hand away and said:

“No don’t seriously, that’s almost painful now”

“You’re out of practice girl,” said Mandy. “I would have thought with all that internet dating that you do …..”

“Oh don’t even start me on that one” replied Natasha. “They are just idiots on them websites, half of them are so nervous about meeting anyone that you contact them and nothing ever comes of it. And the ones you do meet, they don’t even know what they want anyway”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

As a day to park his troubles Max was sure it could not be more perfect. Everyone was pleased to see him, and nobody had any inkling of the accident given that they all came from different parts of London. Any questions about work were brushed aside with the ‘same old nonsense, different day’ answer.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“It’s a little late for that Lawrence. The fact that you took it upon yourself to break the lock is why you are not going to be milked in this session. And really what I don’t understand is the idea that you thought you could just replace it with your own lock and that would be acceptable”.

CHAPTER TWENTY

He had approached her partly because Damien’s experience had made Natasha a tangible person in his mind. Also there was a certain symmetry to it given that Damien’s duty swap had forced him into this mess. Yet the unenthusiastic response combined with an almost mocking tone when he did meet her, had convinced him that the whole thing was a non-starter. Thus Max had spent the last few days musing over whether it was worth approaching another dominatrix, or to just revert back to the Beachy Head option.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

“Give that phone to me” Natasha snapped at the maid. “No Lawrence, you don’t get to decide whether you need to come and see me this month. The terms of the contract are that you make an appointment every month. So if you are going on holiday later in the month, that means you have to come and see me earlier in the month, do you understand? It doesn’t matter when your last session was. Right I am giving you a date”