LindyHopper
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I'm posting this mostly to try to get my head around a new experience I had. Note: there's a little bit of X-rated in there, so if that's going to bother you, stay away. 😉
I had a play date with my favorite 'ler, who I've been seeing every week or so for the last few months. We've been having a lot of fun together, and yesterday was no different. We had lunch, talked, and cuddled. The cuddling eventually transitioned into massage, and then into some gentle tickling. I tried to hold still and stay quiet for a while, like I usually do, and when the squirming and giggling overcame me, he pinned me down and tickled me more. Eventually, he tied me up and tickled me everywhere, feet especially, until I begged him to stop. Then he tickled and teased me more until I begged him to let me come. All good times, and all things we've done many times before.
We took a bit of a break - dozed, snacked, and rested a bit. We ended up relaxing on the couch - he sat at one end, and I laid across the rest with my feet in his lap. After we'd settled in, he began stroking my soles with his fingertips, ever so gently, as always. It certainly tickled, but I was in the mood to hold out. I held still as best as I could, for as long as I could. Before too long, my toes started to curl, and my feet started to twitch. I wasn't laughing yet, but I couldn't stop smiling. Finally, I lost my resolve and tried to pull away, so he just grabbed hold of my ankles, or my toes, and kept tickling. I was a giggling mess by the time he brought the tools out. He stroked a mascara brush over my heels, and the balls of my feet. He slid a feather in between my toes, and poked into those terribly sensitive spots right at the base. I was already hysterical by the time he pulled out the worst tool in my entire bag of tricks: the feather tucked into the Fukuoku fingertip vibrator. And then he'd go back to gliding his fingertips over the tops of my feet, my toes, my ankles, and my arches. He pinned my left foot underneath his thigh and tickled my right foot for what felt like forever. Then he pinned my right foot behind him and tickled my left for another eternity. Then he put both of my feet in his lap and did it all over again. At some point he turned me over onto my stomach (at this point it's all kind of a blur), and kept on tickling.
I can't remember when anyone's focused so much tickling on my feet. And it was so gentle that I never desensitized - the tickling just got more intense the longer it went on. Also, with so much attention to my feet, every time he touched me anywhere else - a quick flicker over my kneecap, or a gentle scrabble on my side - it drove me even crazier that I imagined was possible, from such a tiny touch. I was losing my mind, and it felt like the tickling would never end. Maybe it was this feeling, that it would go on forever, that helped lead to what happened to me next.
Have you ever been tickled so much that the fight just goes out of you? I've been tickled without bondage many times, and I usually like to fight the tickling by holding still as long as I can. Eventually, I lose that battle, and have to be held in place, because I'm trying to get away. I'm also used to being tickled in bondage, "helpless," but no matter how well you're tied, you can usually jerk your body away from a particularly intense touch, even if it's just for a second. That interruption, that instant of relief, can do a lot to alleviate the severity of a tickle. But here I was, on the receiving end of a ticking as severe as any I can remember. And... something changed, inside my head. Inside my body. I stopped fighting. I relaxed into it... no, that's not right, I was hardly relaxed! 😀 But I gave in somehow. My toes stopped curling, my legs stopped jerking. And when that happened, I lost even that instant of relief I could get when I twitched my feet away from his fingertips, or closed my toes around a tickling feather. In other words, the tickling got even worse because I made no moves to escape it. Yet somehow... I wasn't begging. Why was that? The tickling was unbearable, well past what would usually get some pleading out of me. But I laid back and let it happen.
The tickling was spreading up the rest of my body. I could feel his fingertips stroking the backs of my knees, wiggling up my thighs, scribbling lightly over my behind. Every touch felt magnified. I could feel the puddle of wetness between my legs. His fingertips pressed lightly into my hips, and then ran up my sides. They found their way under my arms... and what did I do? I lifted my elbows out of the way. It tickled SO much, and I was helping! I was also so turned on it was nearly killing me... yet I wasn't begging him to give me an orgasm. How odd. I felt more light touches up and down my back, just to complete the feeling that my whole body was tingling. Finally, he told me to turn over.
I did, and stared up into his eyes. I knew what I wanted, and I'm sure he did too, but I said nothing (well, at least not with words). He pulled my shirt up and my pants down. He lowered his head to my left breast, and closed his lips around my nipple. Oh, how I needed that touch! But as he circled his tongue around that super-sensitive tip, he brought his fingers to my right side. And he tickled me. My God, how it tickled! I was laughing so hard I didn't have space to moan, but the throbbing between my legs had just as much of my attention as the pleasure on my breast. And the tickling. Was it distracting? Usually it would have been, but at that moment, it just felt like part of the experience. He switched to my right breast, and kept on tickling. I wanted to come more than anything, but... that was okay. It was this strange paradox of being desperate for an orgasm, yet feeling content to stay in this state for as long as felt like keeping me there.
When he finally touched my clit, it was over in seconds. Well, at least the first one was. All the orgasms that followed the first took several more minutes, I'm sure. But it's hard for me to remember. What I noticed most was that the small part of me that's usually "watching" my climax, as if from outside of me, was on vacation somewhere. Probably having a pina colada on the beach with my sense of resistance.
Even afterwards, I felt different. It's hard to explain. I felt at peace. Safe. Taken care of. The aftercare felt different, too. It's not like my 'ler wouldn't usually put a blanket over me and bring me water, but it was as if he was being even more solicitous than usual. As if something different and special had transpired.
So... back to the discussion part. Is there anyone out there who can relate to any part of what I've described? Maybe it sounds like old hat to some of you "real" submissives, but I'm not submissive, or a submissive, so I'm still trying to understand what it was that I experienced. I'm not sure what it is that I'm looking for, in terms of answers... but maybe you guys do.
But one thing I do know is that it felt awfully good to go there, wherever "there" was. I would do it again. Although, I don't know how to make it happen again, or if "making" such a thing happen is possible anyway. Maybe it'll happen all by itself. Or maybe I'll see a return to my usual bratty self. I don't know what'll happen next time. But I'm certainly curious to find out. 🙂
I had a play date with my favorite 'ler, who I've been seeing every week or so for the last few months. We've been having a lot of fun together, and yesterday was no different. We had lunch, talked, and cuddled. The cuddling eventually transitioned into massage, and then into some gentle tickling. I tried to hold still and stay quiet for a while, like I usually do, and when the squirming and giggling overcame me, he pinned me down and tickled me more. Eventually, he tied me up and tickled me everywhere, feet especially, until I begged him to stop. Then he tickled and teased me more until I begged him to let me come. All good times, and all things we've done many times before.
We took a bit of a break - dozed, snacked, and rested a bit. We ended up relaxing on the couch - he sat at one end, and I laid across the rest with my feet in his lap. After we'd settled in, he began stroking my soles with his fingertips, ever so gently, as always. It certainly tickled, but I was in the mood to hold out. I held still as best as I could, for as long as I could. Before too long, my toes started to curl, and my feet started to twitch. I wasn't laughing yet, but I couldn't stop smiling. Finally, I lost my resolve and tried to pull away, so he just grabbed hold of my ankles, or my toes, and kept tickling. I was a giggling mess by the time he brought the tools out. He stroked a mascara brush over my heels, and the balls of my feet. He slid a feather in between my toes, and poked into those terribly sensitive spots right at the base. I was already hysterical by the time he pulled out the worst tool in my entire bag of tricks: the feather tucked into the Fukuoku fingertip vibrator. And then he'd go back to gliding his fingertips over the tops of my feet, my toes, my ankles, and my arches. He pinned my left foot underneath his thigh and tickled my right foot for what felt like forever. Then he pinned my right foot behind him and tickled my left for another eternity. Then he put both of my feet in his lap and did it all over again. At some point he turned me over onto my stomach (at this point it's all kind of a blur), and kept on tickling.
I can't remember when anyone's focused so much tickling on my feet. And it was so gentle that I never desensitized - the tickling just got more intense the longer it went on. Also, with so much attention to my feet, every time he touched me anywhere else - a quick flicker over my kneecap, or a gentle scrabble on my side - it drove me even crazier that I imagined was possible, from such a tiny touch. I was losing my mind, and it felt like the tickling would never end. Maybe it was this feeling, that it would go on forever, that helped lead to what happened to me next.
Have you ever been tickled so much that the fight just goes out of you? I've been tickled without bondage many times, and I usually like to fight the tickling by holding still as long as I can. Eventually, I lose that battle, and have to be held in place, because I'm trying to get away. I'm also used to being tickled in bondage, "helpless," but no matter how well you're tied, you can usually jerk your body away from a particularly intense touch, even if it's just for a second. That interruption, that instant of relief, can do a lot to alleviate the severity of a tickle. But here I was, on the receiving end of a ticking as severe as any I can remember. And... something changed, inside my head. Inside my body. I stopped fighting. I relaxed into it... no, that's not right, I was hardly relaxed! 😀 But I gave in somehow. My toes stopped curling, my legs stopped jerking. And when that happened, I lost even that instant of relief I could get when I twitched my feet away from his fingertips, or closed my toes around a tickling feather. In other words, the tickling got even worse because I made no moves to escape it. Yet somehow... I wasn't begging. Why was that? The tickling was unbearable, well past what would usually get some pleading out of me. But I laid back and let it happen.
The tickling was spreading up the rest of my body. I could feel his fingertips stroking the backs of my knees, wiggling up my thighs, scribbling lightly over my behind. Every touch felt magnified. I could feel the puddle of wetness between my legs. His fingertips pressed lightly into my hips, and then ran up my sides. They found their way under my arms... and what did I do? I lifted my elbows out of the way. It tickled SO much, and I was helping! I was also so turned on it was nearly killing me... yet I wasn't begging him to give me an orgasm. How odd. I felt more light touches up and down my back, just to complete the feeling that my whole body was tingling. Finally, he told me to turn over.
I did, and stared up into his eyes. I knew what I wanted, and I'm sure he did too, but I said nothing (well, at least not with words). He pulled my shirt up and my pants down. He lowered his head to my left breast, and closed his lips around my nipple. Oh, how I needed that touch! But as he circled his tongue around that super-sensitive tip, he brought his fingers to my right side. And he tickled me. My God, how it tickled! I was laughing so hard I didn't have space to moan, but the throbbing between my legs had just as much of my attention as the pleasure on my breast. And the tickling. Was it distracting? Usually it would have been, but at that moment, it just felt like part of the experience. He switched to my right breast, and kept on tickling. I wanted to come more than anything, but... that was okay. It was this strange paradox of being desperate for an orgasm, yet feeling content to stay in this state for as long as felt like keeping me there.
When he finally touched my clit, it was over in seconds. Well, at least the first one was. All the orgasms that followed the first took several more minutes, I'm sure. But it's hard for me to remember. What I noticed most was that the small part of me that's usually "watching" my climax, as if from outside of me, was on vacation somewhere. Probably having a pina colada on the beach with my sense of resistance.
Even afterwards, I felt different. It's hard to explain. I felt at peace. Safe. Taken care of. The aftercare felt different, too. It's not like my 'ler wouldn't usually put a blanket over me and bring me water, but it was as if he was being even more solicitous than usual. As if something different and special had transpired.
So... back to the discussion part. Is there anyone out there who can relate to any part of what I've described? Maybe it sounds like old hat to some of you "real" submissives, but I'm not submissive, or a submissive, so I'm still trying to understand what it was that I experienced. I'm not sure what it is that I'm looking for, in terms of answers... but maybe you guys do.
But one thing I do know is that it felt awfully good to go there, wherever "there" was. I would do it again. Although, I don't know how to make it happen again, or if "making" such a thing happen is possible anyway. Maybe it'll happen all by itself. Or maybe I'll see a return to my usual bratty self. I don't know what'll happen next time. But I'm certainly curious to find out. 🙂
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But... I don't think it was just emotional connection that I was feeling. I know the feeling of falling in love, or being in love, and that wasn't the specific emotion that I was getting during the session. It was something else... almost like an altered state of consciousness. But thank you for your comment - it's one more thing to help me pinpoint exactly what it was that I was feeling.
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