A crazed fantasy it may seem, but this actually happened. I suppose the only way I can vouch for its verisimilitude is to assure everyone that unfortunately MY only part in this was rather like that of a metaphorical eunuch at an orgy, simply there on the sidelines, keeping the spectators back and handing out the warm towels, as it were.
This occurred the night of September 3rd at Montreal Fetish Weekend, an event held in Quebec. Strict dress codes combined with the stylish mode common to those of French extraction made it a visual feast; these pictures of us in one set of outfits we wore that weekend will give you an idea.
Earlier that day KT had taught a packed seminar in 'The Art of Erotic Tickling' to a roomful of fascinated people, and her demo bunny was a beautiful young woman I'll call 'Janie', aged 23, of Chinese extraction working in Montreal as a computer specialist in visual effects for film and television. She had very long black hair, was a slim 5'10" in interesting contrast to the eggtimer-shaped (she's too tiny to be an hourglass...) 5'3" KittenToes, and wore an ankle-length flower-patterned silk robe over red lingerie. At the demo's beginning she slipped this off languidly (KT, a professional dancer with the English National Ballet when I first met her in London, had carefully instructed her in how to do this with maximum allure) and was tied spread-eagled to a bondage bench to await KT's cruel attentions.
KT tickled her most thoroughly during the seminar, gently reducing her to breathless hysterics in a carefully structured and informative series of steps by the end of it. Both ladies received a thunderous round of applause at the grand finale. And after everyone had had time to rest, later on that night we all went to a large dance club where the two were expected to repeat this performance. However...
Things don't always go to plan. The room at the venue chosen for our demo was actually a large dungeon in the basement with a tiny stage at one end, featuring one piece of bondage equipment that had already been commandeered by a stunning, albeit bitchy prodomme who was flogging her sub on it. What to do?
Well, I wandered about and on one side of the room found a carabiner dangling from a stout rope, which was firmly attached to a hard point in the ceiling. I beckoned the ladies over, KT reached for her rope bag, and the lovely 'Janie' slipped off her robe and shoes. These were somewhat battered Converse All-Stars, rather than high heeled strappy platform sandals, but as I said this was all real...
When Janie's wrists were securely tied to the carabiner, and the rope pulled tight, KT slipped closer and trailed her fingertips along her ribcage. Janie tried to remain stoic, but this attempt quickly failed and she began to twitch and giggle. As her helpless laughter increased, KT applied a bit of silicone lube to Janie's smoothly shaven armpits and really began to make her shriek. An interested crowd of men and women began to gather, and I gently kept everyone at a proper distance so KT could continue uninterrupted.
By this point she'd formed a simple shibari tie around one of Janie's legs. Leaving the other free to support Janie's weight she bent one leg at the knee and secured an ankle to Janie's upper thigh in a sort of Lotus position so that her long red fingernails could dance upon the sole of Janie's immovable upturned foot, utterly ragdolling her. When she was completely exhausted, we unbound her wrists, both ladies bowed, and the applause swelled.
At that point I noticed a big-haired young lady in her late twenties, heavily tattooed and best described as a 'strapping wench', dressed in leather lingerie and who I recall had been watching the proceeding raptly. I asked her politely if she'd like to sample the attentions of both ladies, and she smiled and hesitantly agreed in a charming French-Canadian accent.
And thus began a truly fascinating, albeit extremely busy sequential evening for KT and Janie. If you want to hear about what transpired, I can elaborate.
This occurred the night of September 3rd at Montreal Fetish Weekend, an event held in Quebec. Strict dress codes combined with the stylish mode common to those of French extraction made it a visual feast; these pictures of us in one set of outfits we wore that weekend will give you an idea.
Earlier that day KT had taught a packed seminar in 'The Art of Erotic Tickling' to a roomful of fascinated people, and her demo bunny was a beautiful young woman I'll call 'Janie', aged 23, of Chinese extraction working in Montreal as a computer specialist in visual effects for film and television. She had very long black hair, was a slim 5'10" in interesting contrast to the eggtimer-shaped (she's too tiny to be an hourglass...) 5'3" KittenToes, and wore an ankle-length flower-patterned silk robe over red lingerie. At the demo's beginning she slipped this off languidly (KT, a professional dancer with the English National Ballet when I first met her in London, had carefully instructed her in how to do this with maximum allure) and was tied spread-eagled to a bondage bench to await KT's cruel attentions.
KT tickled her most thoroughly during the seminar, gently reducing her to breathless hysterics in a carefully structured and informative series of steps by the end of it. Both ladies received a thunderous round of applause at the grand finale. And after everyone had had time to rest, later on that night we all went to a large dance club where the two were expected to repeat this performance. However...
Things don't always go to plan. The room at the venue chosen for our demo was actually a large dungeon in the basement with a tiny stage at one end, featuring one piece of bondage equipment that had already been commandeered by a stunning, albeit bitchy prodomme who was flogging her sub on it. What to do?
Well, I wandered about and on one side of the room found a carabiner dangling from a stout rope, which was firmly attached to a hard point in the ceiling. I beckoned the ladies over, KT reached for her rope bag, and the lovely 'Janie' slipped off her robe and shoes. These were somewhat battered Converse All-Stars, rather than high heeled strappy platform sandals, but as I said this was all real...
When Janie's wrists were securely tied to the carabiner, and the rope pulled tight, KT slipped closer and trailed her fingertips along her ribcage. Janie tried to remain stoic, but this attempt quickly failed and she began to twitch and giggle. As her helpless laughter increased, KT applied a bit of silicone lube to Janie's smoothly shaven armpits and really began to make her shriek. An interested crowd of men and women began to gather, and I gently kept everyone at a proper distance so KT could continue uninterrupted.
By this point she'd formed a simple shibari tie around one of Janie's legs. Leaving the other free to support Janie's weight she bent one leg at the knee and secured an ankle to Janie's upper thigh in a sort of Lotus position so that her long red fingernails could dance upon the sole of Janie's immovable upturned foot, utterly ragdolling her. When she was completely exhausted, we unbound her wrists, both ladies bowed, and the applause swelled.
At that point I noticed a big-haired young lady in her late twenties, heavily tattooed and best described as a 'strapping wench', dressed in leather lingerie and who I recall had been watching the proceeding raptly. I asked her politely if she'd like to sample the attentions of both ladies, and she smiled and hesitantly agreed in a charming French-Canadian accent.
And thus began a truly fascinating, albeit extremely busy sequential evening for KT and Janie. If you want to hear about what transpired, I can elaborate.
