Time left: 2:59
The 3 hour clock had just started. Mistress Ingrid had straddled Heather at the waist on the bondage rack. She began tickling Heather's ribs and sides.
MI: So bitch, you like your fantasy?
Mistress Ingrid is very verbal in her sessions.
HR: HAHAHA........YEAHHH!!!!.......MORE!!!..........HAHAHAHAHA.........MORE!!!
Heather seamed to like it. Mistress Ingrid continued digging harder and harder into Heather's ribs. Each finger was rubbing along her rib cage. Heather's body was very tense. She was very athletic and took very good care of her body. Mistress Ingrid continued her assault on Heather's ribs and sides. Heather bucked and bucked like a wild horse testing her restraints. She was screaming pretty loud. Mistress Ingrid taunted her some more.
MI: Scream for me bitch............Scream for ME!!!!
HR: HAHAHAHAHA...........YESSS!!!!!...........YES!!!!!.........HAHAHAHA......OH FUCK..........SHIT..........MORE!!!............MORE!!!!
Mistress Ingrid was hoping to make Heather beg for it to stop. She thought to herself, How can I change her attitude? She then decided to verbally abuse her and try to be more rough to her. She thought that If she could scare her, it would make her job easier to hear her beg for mercy.
Time Left: 2:50
MI: You know sweetie, you see to be enjoying this way to fucking much. Maybe I should try something different.
HR: HAHAHAHA......LLLLLLIKE WWWHHHAT!!!!.......HAHAHAHAHA.
Mistress Ingrid got off the rack and walked away. She left the room.
HR: Mistress Ingrid?...........Mistress Ingrid?........please come back.......I want you to tickle me some more.
Mistress Ingrid was gone for about a couple of minutes. When she returned, she had a black bag. She then pulled out some sort of a mask. The mask had a small hose in the mouth piece. She also had some sort of piece of plastic.
HR: What's that mask for?
MI: I'm tired of hearing you beg for more. The whole purpose of my sessions is to tickle torture a person and hear them scream for mercy. Not for more.
HR: But Mistress, I like it. I love the feeling of being bound and tickle tortured. It's quite the rush don't you think?
MI: Not for long bitch.
Mistress Ingrid began to strap the mash over her head. It covered her entire mouth and it was so tight that the only air come and going from her mouth is through the tube. She then took the plastic piece and placed it on Heather's nose. It was a nose plug. Mistress Ingrid then climbed back on the rack and straddled Heather by the waist. She then looked down at heather.
MI: I'm going to make you fucking scream for mercy one way or the other.
She then took a small piece of plastic that was at the end of the tube and placed it over the tube hole. This only gave Heather about a minute of breathable air if she wasn't screaming. Mistress Ingrid then dug her fingers deep into Heather's armpits and tickled her without mercy.
MI: Now, let's see how you handle this bitch.
HR: Huh.......AHHH....HAHAHA......STOP.....STOOPPP.
Mistress Ingrid kept tickling her for about a minute and then gave Heather some air. She did this over and over again.
HR: STOP.......I DON"T LIKE THIS.
MI: I Know you don't like it, but to fucking bad. I plan on making you scream for mercy and I will.
HR: STOP......HAHAHA.......NOMORE........NOMORE..........STOP.
Heather was crying. Tears ran from her eyes and Mistress Ingrid didn't care. After about 10 minutes of this, Mistress Ingrid stopped and took off the mask. Heather wanted the session to stop. She was tired and scared now. Mistress Ingrid then threw the mask on the floor.
Time Left: 2:35
MI: Heather, Heather, Heather. I'm in charge. Not you.
She then dugg her fingers deep into Heather's armpits again and continued to tickle her hard and long.
HR: STOP....HAHAHA.........I CAN'T TAKE THIS.
More to come...
The 3 hour clock had just started. Mistress Ingrid had straddled Heather at the waist on the bondage rack. She began tickling Heather's ribs and sides.
MI: So bitch, you like your fantasy?
Mistress Ingrid is very verbal in her sessions.
HR: HAHAHA........YEAHHH!!!!.......MORE!!!..........HAHAHAHAHA.........MORE!!!
Heather seamed to like it. Mistress Ingrid continued digging harder and harder into Heather's ribs. Each finger was rubbing along her rib cage. Heather's body was very tense. She was very athletic and took very good care of her body. Mistress Ingrid continued her assault on Heather's ribs and sides. Heather bucked and bucked like a wild horse testing her restraints. She was screaming pretty loud. Mistress Ingrid taunted her some more.
MI: Scream for me bitch............Scream for ME!!!!
HR: HAHAHAHAHA...........YESSS!!!!!...........YES!!!!!.........HAHAHAHA......OH FUCK..........SHIT..........MORE!!!............MORE!!!!
Mistress Ingrid was hoping to make Heather beg for it to stop. She thought to herself, How can I change her attitude? She then decided to verbally abuse her and try to be more rough to her. She thought that If she could scare her, it would make her job easier to hear her beg for mercy.
Time Left: 2:50
MI: You know sweetie, you see to be enjoying this way to fucking much. Maybe I should try something different.
HR: HAHAHAHA......LLLLLLIKE WWWHHHAT!!!!.......HAHAHAHAHA.
Mistress Ingrid got off the rack and walked away. She left the room.
HR: Mistress Ingrid?...........Mistress Ingrid?........please come back.......I want you to tickle me some more.
Mistress Ingrid was gone for about a couple of minutes. When she returned, she had a black bag. She then pulled out some sort of a mask. The mask had a small hose in the mouth piece. She also had some sort of piece of plastic.
HR: What's that mask for?
MI: I'm tired of hearing you beg for more. The whole purpose of my sessions is to tickle torture a person and hear them scream for mercy. Not for more.
HR: But Mistress, I like it. I love the feeling of being bound and tickle tortured. It's quite the rush don't you think?
MI: Not for long bitch.
Mistress Ingrid began to strap the mash over her head. It covered her entire mouth and it was so tight that the only air come and going from her mouth is through the tube. She then took the plastic piece and placed it on Heather's nose. It was a nose plug. Mistress Ingrid then climbed back on the rack and straddled Heather by the waist. She then looked down at heather.
MI: I'm going to make you fucking scream for mercy one way or the other.
She then took a small piece of plastic that was at the end of the tube and placed it over the tube hole. This only gave Heather about a minute of breathable air if she wasn't screaming. Mistress Ingrid then dug her fingers deep into Heather's armpits and tickled her without mercy.
MI: Now, let's see how you handle this bitch.
HR: Huh.......AHHH....HAHAHA......STOP.....STOOPPP.
Mistress Ingrid kept tickling her for about a minute and then gave Heather some air. She did this over and over again.
HR: STOP.......I DON"T LIKE THIS.
MI: I Know you don't like it, but to fucking bad. I plan on making you scream for mercy and I will.
HR: STOP......HAHAHA.......NOMORE........NOMORE..........STOP.
Heather was crying. Tears ran from her eyes and Mistress Ingrid didn't care. After about 10 minutes of this, Mistress Ingrid stopped and took off the mask. Heather wanted the session to stop. She was tired and scared now. Mistress Ingrid then threw the mask on the floor.
Time Left: 2:35
MI: Heather, Heather, Heather. I'm in charge. Not you.
She then dugg her fingers deep into Heather's armpits again and continued to tickle her hard and long.
HR: STOP....HAHAHA.........I CAN'T TAKE THIS.
More to come...
