Okay -- hot off the presses "My Session with Amoris".
When you meet Amoris, like most of the Dominion ladies, her pictures don't quite do her justice. She is beautiful. Best way to describe her is to say that, she's that gorgeous girl behind the counter at Starbucks, the one who's line you always try to be on. She makes your day 25% better just from her smile. And she has a great goth mix, but can pull off hello kitty as well. Her eyes are so bright you might consider a light sun screen when you are around her.
Anyway, we go up to the room, this one called the chamber. As I'm walking behind her, I'm suppressing the impulse to pinch myself and say "Garsh". We get to the room and she lies down on the table. From tip to toe she is a dream. I don't know what it is, but everything about her is perfect -- her smile, teeth, the shapes of her fingers and toes. Even her voice. Sweet and sultry.
She mentions she used to be a singer.
"Naturally", I think.
Yeah. I was taken. We talk for a bit as she is stretching out. I don't want her to enhance or exaggerate the laughter. She assures it won't be a problem. She studied art. She says she likes to be tickled. The skeptic in me thinks for a second "Sure, for the right price you can close a car door on my **** ", but even if it weren true, she's gorgeous, sweet and just seeing her, arms tied high over head, has been worth the price of admission.
I move an index finger towards her armpit. She scootches away. Without even touching her, I can see a ticklish reaction. "Remember. No exaggerating. I'll find your tickle spots".
"Haha. I'm not exaggerating.. haha"
I am starting to believe her.
I begin. The index fingers slide to each armpit and begin to wriggle. The laughter that comes from her was like the skies parting. I can swear the chandeliers are in danger and windows might crack. And this is just surface tickling. I'm astonished, and turned on as hell.. After a few seconds, I shine the light in her face. She is beautifully tickled pink and overheating.
This is all real. 100% percent pure ticklishness. And its all tied up. And helpless.
The fingers dive into the armpits now, softly squeezing. She is laughing like a maniac and tearing at her bonds. She is pulling the leather strap down so hard her body starts sliding up. She's strong, I think. She'll need to be.
After a few minutes, its time to head south.
She had said her feet were the most ticklish part. What she didn't say, is that they are gorgeous. I put her feet into the stocks, and take a seat and stare at her soles. I feel like someone who's been brought a birthday present. I want to admire the wrapping before tearing the paper, teasing myself with anticipation.
Her feet are tremendously ticklish. She again is hysterical. The stocks fit her perfectly. There is a minimal of motion while her body fights pull herself free. I live at her feet for the next 10-15 minutes. I tickle under her toes. I alternate feet. I tickle them together. I make her try and tell stories while I tickle her. I ask her not to laugh.
She lasts a microsecond each time. I coo little tickle words at her like Cootchy coo and she laughs harder.
"I can't h-hahahhaa- help it.. hahahahha it makes it hahahhaa worse hahaha".
I slide and sit besider her on the table. I tickle her sides, armpits, ribs, collarbone, neck. Finally I ask "Have you ever seen what you look like while your tickled?"
"I'm sure I look like a total geek", she giggles.
We sit in front of the mirror in the room. She raises her arms. Poor thing. It's so counter to her body's programming, yet she puts those arms up for me anyway. I spider under her arms, her sides, up her back. She see herself and it makes her laugh harder, if thats possible. She at least gets to see what I've been seeing.
It's the least I can do
Well, the timer goes off, and its time for a hug, a tip and I slink out the back. I am smiling for the entire drive home. Still smiling.
So, tickle friends, if you can get to Los Angeles and are inclined to try the Dominion, give little amoris a try.
