"Mistress Mia discovers 'the Tickler File'" (m/f, f/m)
It is 11:30 the morning of Wednesday, October 4, 2006, as I arrive at the New York City dungeon the Hidden Chamber for my hour switch tickling session. Having booked this last-minute, I am to meet the available mistresses and choose one on the spot. Four attractive women offer their talents and ticklishness. The difficult decision goes to Mistress Mia but I add the other three to my “Must Tickle” list.
Choosing Mistress Mia, I give the role-play sketch I’d written to hostess Rebecca, asking her to have Mia review it. Mia deserves credit for preparing for the role-play on a moment’s notice.
The role-play has Mistress Mia an administrative assistant working for a company where I am president. Some time ago Mia applied for a promotion and was
mad when I gave the job to a colleague named Elizabeth, whom Mia thinks is no better qualified.
Recently one night Mia came to the office because she had forgotten her coat. Noticing my office door ajar, the chance to snoop around won her over. Searching my desk, Mia found some adult tickling videos in a drawer. Suddenly, the sound of a woman’s laughter startled Mia; realizing people were in the private conference room adjacent to my office, she listened long enough to recognize her rival Elizabeth as the one laughing and my voice teasing her about being tied down. Knowing why Elizabeth got the job, Mia left before anyone knew she was there.
Having caught me looking her over many times, Mistress Mia knows that she is attractive to me. While Elizabeth is also a beauty, Mia is the younger of the two – and also ticklish and willing to let me have my way with her for the right promotion.
What Mistress Mia doesn’t realize is the only reason I keep her around is she’s so damned young and good-looking. She is a lousy listener and rushes through memos, resulting in one screwed up assignment after the next!
This morning Mistress Mia heard that “Elizabeth is leaving in two weeks.” At the end of the day, Mia waits until everyone has left the office to drop by to see me, as I always leave last, and prove her qualifications.
The role-play begins as Mistress Mia enters my “office,” the side of the red room with the love seat, wearing a sexy, form-fitting black cocktail dress and black high heel shoes. Catching me off guard, Mia smiles as she says, “I wanted to talk to you about my career here. I am just as good as Elizabeth if not better.”
Leading me to the love seat, Mistress Mia has me sit as she rests on the opposite arm of the furniture. While the flirtatious look on her face is enough to
dumbfound me, Mistress Mia all but removes my vocal cords as she strips down to a thong as she says, “I would be so TICKLED if you were to promote me. Working for you TICKLES my fancy. You can depend on me even in the most TICKLISH situations.”
Moving to my lap, Mistress Mia unbuttons my shirt and proceeds to strip me down to the waist. We stand so she can remove my shoes and pants. Seeing I am also wearing a thong, Mia quips that we had even more in common than she realized.
Face to face and thong to thong, Mistress Mia’s lovely dark Filipina flesh
reveals a soft, slender figure. Standing a fraction of inch from me, Mia closes the deal by saying, “Why don’t we work out the details of my promotion in your private conference room? I’ll bet you have a fantastic TICKLER file.”
I carry Mistress Mia to the “conference room,” the red room bondage bed. As the session proceeds I restrain her in three different positions:
Face down in the “Y” position
On her back in the “X” position
On her back in the “L” position, legs in the air, tied to the overhead bed frame
Tickle-torturing a helpless Mistress Mia, I lecture her, though I’m not sure she can hear me over her laughter, groans and screams. I make remarks such as, when tickling her midsection, “I hope you have the stomach for this job.”
Mistress Mia proves wonderfully ticklish on her neck, underarms, ribs, stomach, inner thighs, rear end, and cute little size 6 feet. Mia chases me off tickling her breasts, saying they are “too sensitive.”
Hey, who’s the boss here?!
It pleases me to get several pleas of “Mercy” from Mia, mostly when tickling her ribs. Mistress Mia is learning I am a boss whose “tickler file” is impossible to forget!
About halfway through the session, Mistress Mia asks me, “Do I have Elizabeth’s job?”
I answer, “Mia, if Elizabeth leaves I promise I will give you her job.” Mistress Mia does a
double take and tells me she had heard Elizabeth was leaving!
“Leaving for a business trip,” I explain.
Once again, Mia didn’t listen! Laying down for me to tie and tickle her may have been the first time she got an assignment right!
Mistress Mia orders me to untie her, but who died and left her boss? Well, as I tickled her almost to death, maybe she did!
“Why did I let you do this to me if there’s no promotion?’” Mia asks. “You can either let me have my way with you, or I’m going to sue you for harassment. Everyone sees how you look at me. All I have to do is tell a few people about your private conference room and you’re in big trouble.”
Mistress Mia’s got me where she wants me. I free her from the restraints. Mia ties me spread-eagle on my back andoke3: tickles me for the rest of the session. 
Now, I’ve heard of job-sharing, but this is ridiculous.
Mistress Mia proves as capable a tickler as me, having had plenty of practice in childhood with a sister. Mia helps me remember just how ticklish my feet can be, tickling my soles so well that I wonder if she will be the first mistress to ever make me plead for mercy. I don’t, but that may be because Mia likes to change spots frequently, mostly taking turns on my ribs, stomach, and each foot.
While checking out a
scantily clad mistress in action is one reason I like to switch, the most memorable image from the session is Mistress Mia’s blissful smile as she looks me in the eye, enjoying her torture of me. Cruel yet warm, Mistress Mia proves yet an able tickler who loves her work.
It is 11:30 the morning of Wednesday, October 4, 2006, as I arrive at the New York City dungeon the Hidden Chamber for my hour switch tickling session. Having booked this last-minute, I am to meet the available mistresses and choose one on the spot. Four attractive women offer their talents and ticklishness. The difficult decision goes to Mistress Mia but I add the other three to my “Must Tickle” list.
Choosing Mistress Mia, I give the role-play sketch I’d written to hostess Rebecca, asking her to have Mia review it. Mia deserves credit for preparing for the role-play on a moment’s notice.
The role-play has Mistress Mia an administrative assistant working for a company where I am president. Some time ago Mia applied for a promotion and was
mad when I gave the job to a colleague named Elizabeth, whom Mia thinks is no better qualified. Recently one night Mia came to the office because she had forgotten her coat. Noticing my office door ajar, the chance to snoop around won her over. Searching my desk, Mia found some adult tickling videos in a drawer. Suddenly, the sound of a woman’s laughter startled Mia; realizing people were in the private conference room adjacent to my office, she listened long enough to recognize her rival Elizabeth as the one laughing and my voice teasing her about being tied down. Knowing why Elizabeth got the job, Mia left before anyone knew she was there.
Having caught me looking her over many times, Mistress Mia knows that she is attractive to me. While Elizabeth is also a beauty, Mia is the younger of the two – and also ticklish and willing to let me have my way with her for the right promotion.
What Mistress Mia doesn’t realize is the only reason I keep her around is she’s so damned young and good-looking. She is a lousy listener and rushes through memos, resulting in one screwed up assignment after the next!
This morning Mistress Mia heard that “Elizabeth is leaving in two weeks.” At the end of the day, Mia waits until everyone has left the office to drop by to see me, as I always leave last, and prove her qualifications.
The role-play begins as Mistress Mia enters my “office,” the side of the red room with the love seat, wearing a sexy, form-fitting black cocktail dress and black high heel shoes. Catching me off guard, Mia smiles as she says, “I wanted to talk to you about my career here. I am just as good as Elizabeth if not better.”
Leading me to the love seat, Mistress Mia has me sit as she rests on the opposite arm of the furniture. While the flirtatious look on her face is enough to
dumbfound me, Mistress Mia all but removes my vocal cords as she strips down to a thong as she says, “I would be so TICKLED if you were to promote me. Working for you TICKLES my fancy. You can depend on me even in the most TICKLISH situations.”Moving to my lap, Mistress Mia unbuttons my shirt and proceeds to strip me down to the waist. We stand so she can remove my shoes and pants. Seeing I am also wearing a thong, Mia quips that we had even more in common than she realized.
Face to face and thong to thong, Mistress Mia’s lovely dark Filipina flesh
reveals a soft, slender figure. Standing a fraction of inch from me, Mia closes the deal by saying, “Why don’t we work out the details of my promotion in your private conference room? I’ll bet you have a fantastic TICKLER file.”I carry Mistress Mia to the “conference room,” the red room bondage bed. As the session proceeds I restrain her in three different positions:
Face down in the “Y” position On her back in the “X” position On her back in the “L” position, legs in the air, tied to the overhead bed frame Tickle-torturing a helpless Mistress Mia, I lecture her, though I’m not sure she can hear me over her laughter, groans and screams. I make remarks such as, when tickling her midsection, “I hope you have the stomach for this job.”Mistress Mia proves wonderfully ticklish on her neck, underarms, ribs, stomach, inner thighs, rear end, and cute little size 6 feet. Mia chases me off tickling her breasts, saying they are “too sensitive.”
Hey, who’s the boss here?!It pleases me to get several pleas of “Mercy” from Mia, mostly when tickling her ribs. Mistress Mia is learning I am a boss whose “tickler file” is impossible to forget!
About halfway through the session, Mistress Mia asks me, “Do I have Elizabeth’s job?”
I answer, “Mia, if Elizabeth leaves I promise I will give you her job.” Mistress Mia does a
double take and tells me she had heard Elizabeth was leaving!“Leaving for a business trip,” I explain.
Once again, Mia didn’t listen! Laying down for me to tie and tickle her may have been the first time she got an assignment right!Mistress Mia orders me to untie her, but who died and left her boss? Well, as I tickled her almost to death, maybe she did!
“Why did I let you do this to me if there’s no promotion?’” Mia asks. “You can either let me have my way with you, or I’m going to sue you for harassment. Everyone sees how you look at me. All I have to do is tell a few people about your private conference room and you’re in big trouble.”
Mistress Mia’s got me where she wants me. I free her from the restraints. Mia ties me spread-eagle on my back and
oke3: tickles me for the rest of the session. Now, I’ve heard of job-sharing, but this is ridiculous. Mistress Mia proves as capable a tickler as me, having had plenty of practice in childhood with a sister. Mia helps me remember just how ticklish my feet can be, tickling my soles so well that I wonder if she will be the first mistress to ever make me plead for mercy. I don’t, but that may be because Mia likes to change spots frequently, mostly taking turns on my ribs, stomach, and each foot. While checking out a
scantily clad mistress in action is one reason I like to switch, the most memorable image from the session is Mistress Mia’s blissful smile as she looks me in the eye, enjoying her torture of me. Cruel yet warm, Mistress Mia proves yet an able tickler who loves her work.
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Aren't they ticklish? 
Then I heard something clack on the hard wood floor (gold room ) and she released her lethal leg lock and I heard her say "Oh, your earring fell off!" I began to get up while she held it and she asked are you ok? Did I hurt you? On rubber legs with my vision coming back slowly I slurred out, "Nah!" "I actually enjoyed being between your legs in any way possible!" To which she started laughing in that famous maniac Tracey way. 
