I just came back from a marvelous session at Donatella Den with Mistress Ophelia. When I contacted Donatella Den, I asked if I could see Mistress Ophelia on a Saturday, which she wasn’t booked for (however, in the past she’s been able to make my request). I was asked if I could come in Sunday instead. I live far away, so travel arrangements are always necessary for these sessions and I was able to oblige.
I arrived a little before the start of our session and I was told that Mistress Ophelia had arrived a few minutes ago and I was escorted to the red room, which was the room that I first had a session with her. I sat on the couch and waited for her to arrive. When she did, she came in wearing all black- black shoes, black skirt and black bra. What was cool was she initiated a hug right away. We sat on the couch and I discussed possibilities for a session (in February, I had another tickle session with another mistress. This mistress was someone who was in my area of the country a number of times for the last few years and I had been trying to see, but didn’t get to). One of the possibilities for the session was for her to punish me for seeing another mistress instead of seeing her.
We decided I would tickle her first. I started off with her standing up. There is a pulley device that can come down. I strapped her arms in it and stretched it above her head. Then, I took a deck of playing cards. Her safe word that she was given was “Fuck me.” The game goes that the one being tickled has to guess if the card is a black card or red card. If the victim guesses correctly, nothing happens. If the victim guesses incorrectly, he/she is tickled in the area designated by the card until he/she says the safe word. Mistress Ophelia did pretty well guessing the cards that were representing her lower body. I did get a few tickles on her feet and legs. However, she wasn’t as good at guessing her upper body cards. I tickled her everywhere on her upper body. From light tickles on her hands, arms, and the top of her breasts to hard tickles on her hips, belly and in her innie bellybutton. Unlike our other times, this time, I had her bring mineral oil and a hairbrush. I used them on her belly (while blowing raspberries as well), her armpits, ribs and of course her legs and feet. Many times she would say, "Fuck me," to which I would reply with something like, "I'm honored that I'm turning you on right now, but I didn't come here to fuck you. I came here to fuck you up with tickle torture." She’s a great sport about all of this. Tickling isn’t her fetish and she can’t take a lot of it before saying her safe word, but she does put up with it.
I felt like I hadn’t tickled her that long and she said that the first hour was almost up and if I had anything I wanted planned, I should do it now. So, I unstrapped her and she went over the the wheel. I strapped her in so that she was in the position of an “x.” I told her that if she wanted me to stop, that she needed to say her safe word. I grabbed the hitachi and strapped it to her leg. I plugged it in and cranked it up till she told me to stop. Then, I blew huge raspberries on her stomach and innie bellybutton, while moving my hands up and down tickling everywhere from her armpits, tops of her breasts, ribs, belly, hips, butt, vagina, legs and feet. I was making sure to cover at least two areas at once. “Hahahahahahaha” was all Mistress Ophelia could muster and in between were moans of ecstasy from her pussy getting the treatment it so readily deserved. Finally, she said, “Fuck me!” I stopped tickling her and turned off the hitachi. I unstrapped her and gave her some water. Now it was time for the role reversal.
She brought the pulley device down and told me to stand under it, which I obliged. She strapped me in and raised my arms above my head. I was standing there in just athletic underwear. Mistress Ophelia had this grin on her face and said to me that she was excited to tickle me for a change. She started slowly on my hands and working her way down my arms to my armpits, making light tickles and then digging in briefly every once in awhile. After my armpits, she went to my neck and then down my chest, using her fingers to caress my nipples. Then, she went down my sides and squeezed my ribs. But then, it was the place she would spend the most time tickling me- my bellybutton and right above it. She assaulted it using her fingers, ice cubes and toothbrushes at first. I screamed with the loudest laughter. Little did I know, I was going to be in for bellybutton punishment. She continued to tickle other parts of my body, especially my legs and feet. However, when I started thrashing my legs and kicking when she tried to tickle my feet, she thought it was time to strap me down to the table.
If there was a downside to the session, it was figuring out how to restrain me the best (and her). When there is a room full of great bondage, you have so many ideas of the positions you want your victim to be in. The problem with this is that it takes so much time to change in and out of different types of bondage that you aren’t doing as much tickling as you could. Which comes to the last restraint. Mistress Ophelia wanted to restrain me to a bed. This bed had places to put your arms, legs and head. You could adjust the distance these were apart from each other based on how tall the person being restrained was. Unfortunately, my body didn’t fit well into the restraints, so Mistress Ophelia had to come up with a new idea, which was tie me up with rope. This was okay at first. She sat on top of me and poured baby oil all over me. She proceeded to use a hairbrush to really scrub my feet, bellybutton and armpits. I was screaming and howling with laughter and thrashing all over that I came out of the restraints. She needed to redo the restraints and I was given a much needed break.
To finish me off, she rubbed baby oil all over my body from my arms down. Mistress Ophelia pulled out the electric toothbrush and tickled everywhere- my neck, armpits, nipples, chest, ribs, bellybutton, groin, legs, feet and toes. After the electric toothbrush and hairbrush, it was time to finish me off with the hiatchi. She tickled me on my chest, bellybutton, legs and of course my privates. I was thrashing and howling with laughter. Every time I've had someone use this device on me, it was painful, but I was surprised that it actually felt good this time. I don't know if it helped, but last time I left Donatella Den in a lot of pain down there and this time I didn't and I bet the hitachi helped with that. I screamed my safe word, “Spank me daddy” (which I had used many times in the session) and she stopped tickling me. I was so sore on my stomach and wrists. My bellybutton was all red from the tickle torture assault she had given me.
After I got cleaned up from the session, we walked out together. When I was leaving, she asked me if I could write a review on the website under her profile, which I’ve submitted (it’s not nearly as lengthy or detailed as this story). Like last time, we didn’t hug when I left. However, after the fact that she hugged me when we first saw each other, I felt she still would like to see me again and maybe not hugging afterwards is just part of her personality and nothing personal. Finally, she said that she would be taking time off from the dungeon during the summer, but she would be back and she wasn’t officially leaving. I would like to see her again, but as I told her, I would love to travel and I need to save up money for that experience. Hopefully, I meet someone like her soon or she and I continue these experiences for awhile.
I arrived a little before the start of our session and I was told that Mistress Ophelia had arrived a few minutes ago and I was escorted to the red room, which was the room that I first had a session with her. I sat on the couch and waited for her to arrive. When she did, she came in wearing all black- black shoes, black skirt and black bra. What was cool was she initiated a hug right away. We sat on the couch and I discussed possibilities for a session (in February, I had another tickle session with another mistress. This mistress was someone who was in my area of the country a number of times for the last few years and I had been trying to see, but didn’t get to). One of the possibilities for the session was for her to punish me for seeing another mistress instead of seeing her.
We decided I would tickle her first. I started off with her standing up. There is a pulley device that can come down. I strapped her arms in it and stretched it above her head. Then, I took a deck of playing cards. Her safe word that she was given was “Fuck me.” The game goes that the one being tickled has to guess if the card is a black card or red card. If the victim guesses correctly, nothing happens. If the victim guesses incorrectly, he/she is tickled in the area designated by the card until he/she says the safe word. Mistress Ophelia did pretty well guessing the cards that were representing her lower body. I did get a few tickles on her feet and legs. However, she wasn’t as good at guessing her upper body cards. I tickled her everywhere on her upper body. From light tickles on her hands, arms, and the top of her breasts to hard tickles on her hips, belly and in her innie bellybutton. Unlike our other times, this time, I had her bring mineral oil and a hairbrush. I used them on her belly (while blowing raspberries as well), her armpits, ribs and of course her legs and feet. Many times she would say, "Fuck me," to which I would reply with something like, "I'm honored that I'm turning you on right now, but I didn't come here to fuck you. I came here to fuck you up with tickle torture." She’s a great sport about all of this. Tickling isn’t her fetish and she can’t take a lot of it before saying her safe word, but she does put up with it.
I felt like I hadn’t tickled her that long and she said that the first hour was almost up and if I had anything I wanted planned, I should do it now. So, I unstrapped her and she went over the the wheel. I strapped her in so that she was in the position of an “x.” I told her that if she wanted me to stop, that she needed to say her safe word. I grabbed the hitachi and strapped it to her leg. I plugged it in and cranked it up till she told me to stop. Then, I blew huge raspberries on her stomach and innie bellybutton, while moving my hands up and down tickling everywhere from her armpits, tops of her breasts, ribs, belly, hips, butt, vagina, legs and feet. I was making sure to cover at least two areas at once. “Hahahahahahaha” was all Mistress Ophelia could muster and in between were moans of ecstasy from her pussy getting the treatment it so readily deserved. Finally, she said, “Fuck me!” I stopped tickling her and turned off the hitachi. I unstrapped her and gave her some water. Now it was time for the role reversal.
She brought the pulley device down and told me to stand under it, which I obliged. She strapped me in and raised my arms above my head. I was standing there in just athletic underwear. Mistress Ophelia had this grin on her face and said to me that she was excited to tickle me for a change. She started slowly on my hands and working her way down my arms to my armpits, making light tickles and then digging in briefly every once in awhile. After my armpits, she went to my neck and then down my chest, using her fingers to caress my nipples. Then, she went down my sides and squeezed my ribs. But then, it was the place she would spend the most time tickling me- my bellybutton and right above it. She assaulted it using her fingers, ice cubes and toothbrushes at first. I screamed with the loudest laughter. Little did I know, I was going to be in for bellybutton punishment. She continued to tickle other parts of my body, especially my legs and feet. However, when I started thrashing my legs and kicking when she tried to tickle my feet, she thought it was time to strap me down to the table.
If there was a downside to the session, it was figuring out how to restrain me the best (and her). When there is a room full of great bondage, you have so many ideas of the positions you want your victim to be in. The problem with this is that it takes so much time to change in and out of different types of bondage that you aren’t doing as much tickling as you could. Which comes to the last restraint. Mistress Ophelia wanted to restrain me to a bed. This bed had places to put your arms, legs and head. You could adjust the distance these were apart from each other based on how tall the person being restrained was. Unfortunately, my body didn’t fit well into the restraints, so Mistress Ophelia had to come up with a new idea, which was tie me up with rope. This was okay at first. She sat on top of me and poured baby oil all over me. She proceeded to use a hairbrush to really scrub my feet, bellybutton and armpits. I was screaming and howling with laughter and thrashing all over that I came out of the restraints. She needed to redo the restraints and I was given a much needed break.
To finish me off, she rubbed baby oil all over my body from my arms down. Mistress Ophelia pulled out the electric toothbrush and tickled everywhere- my neck, armpits, nipples, chest, ribs, bellybutton, groin, legs, feet and toes. After the electric toothbrush and hairbrush, it was time to finish me off with the hiatchi. She tickled me on my chest, bellybutton, legs and of course my privates. I was thrashing and howling with laughter. Every time I've had someone use this device on me, it was painful, but I was surprised that it actually felt good this time. I don't know if it helped, but last time I left Donatella Den in a lot of pain down there and this time I didn't and I bet the hitachi helped with that. I screamed my safe word, “Spank me daddy” (which I had used many times in the session) and she stopped tickling me. I was so sore on my stomach and wrists. My bellybutton was all red from the tickle torture assault she had given me.
After I got cleaned up from the session, we walked out together. When I was leaving, she asked me if I could write a review on the website under her profile, which I’ve submitted (it’s not nearly as lengthy or detailed as this story). Like last time, we didn’t hug when I left. However, after the fact that she hugged me when we first saw each other, I felt she still would like to see me again and maybe not hugging afterwards is just part of her personality and nothing personal. Finally, she said that she would be taking time off from the dungeon during the summer, but she would be back and she wasn’t officially leaving. I would like to see her again, but as I told her, I would love to travel and I need to save up money for that experience. Hopefully, I meet someone like her soon or she and I continue these experiences for awhile.
