“Well here she comes a-walkin,’
All that heaven will allow”
It is 10:30 the morning of Tuesday, July 11, 2006, my appointment with one of New York City’s most celebrated dominatrices, Mistress Kassandra. Three years ago today we had our first tickle play date.
As we meet this morning, Mistress Kassandra is looking
fabulous in her street clothes. Her outfit features a form-fitting sleeveless top depicting a blossomed rose across the chest. Kassandra tells me she wore it because of my pet name for her, “long stem rose.”
Greeting me with a warm hug, Mistress Kassandra wishes me a happy three year anniversary. I do not admit Kassandra’s dizzying presence has already made me forget our eyes first met on July 11, 2003! Rather, I leave it at saying happy anniversary as well.
Arranging the session via e-mail, I requested to be Mistress Kassandra’s submissive for this special day instead of having our usual switchable tickling session. But ever the thoughtful, generous soul, Kassandra, noting some good career news I had shared, wrote back, “In honor of your promotion, I think you should tickle me for part of the session, too!”
😉 Okay, she talked me into it.
The premise of today’s session has Mistress Kassandra agreeing to play my Q&A game, where I ask questions about her. With each question, I am to restrain and tickle Kassandra until she answers satisfactorily. Little do I know my mistress has her own idea on how to play.
The session begins with Mistress Kassandra wearing a thong and matching bra, covered by her robe as she enters the dungeon room. I am wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top shirt, with just socks on my feet. While we are about the same height, Kassandra, in her high heel shoes, stands head and shoulders over stocking-feet me. It must be a funny sight.
The role-play begins. Wishing me a happy three year anniversary, Mistress Kassandra removes the robe, revealing her
fetching flesh, barely covered by her bra and thong. This is the twelfth time I have sessioned with Kassandra, but she looks so hot it may as well be the first, she stuns me so. This woman is hot. Opening the microwave popcorn bag hot!
I mean,
HOT!
Mistress Kassandra approaches me and says, “I understand you have some questions for me. But I have a question first: Why are you still dressed?”
As Mistress Kassandra removes my clothes she tickles me and I of course retaliate. She strips me down to my thong and we move the tickle fight to the bondage bed, going at one another’s midsections. I get a nice squealing laugh out of Kassandra as I squeeze her knees and thighs, a sneak preview of what will be a highlight of the session.
I stand beside the bondage bed, noting Mistress Kassandra is still wearing her high heels while I am barefoot. This cannot be! Slowly, I remove Mistress Kassandra’s shoes, tickling the supple soles of her feet and her pretty, pedicured toes as she wriggles and giggles.
Resting Mistress Kassandra on her back, I blather on regarding the questions she consented to answer, saying I will tickle her counter to her level of honesty and details in her answers. In other words, the short and vague responses merit long, torturous tickling but full disclosure will mean just a quick poke or two. I lift Kassandra’s wrists above her head, clipping the wrist cuffs to either side of the bed. Cuffing her ankles, I guide her long, lovely legs up to the taut chain attached to study frames on either side of room, clipping the ankle cuffs so her bare feet are in place. I have imprisoned Kassandra in the “L” position, L for Laughter, how much of it depending on how well this raven-haired beauty answers each question.
Prior to the session, I prepared fifteen questions for Mistress Kassandra, topics ranging from plain curiosity to things I think will help me better understand her. I apologize to you, the reader, as when arranging this session I told Kassandra I would not disclose the details in hopes of lucid answers.
Please note that nothing I ask compromises Mistress Kassandra’s privacy. She once concisely described our arrangement as “a professional relationship with a good dose of friendship on the side,” after all.
“ . . . there's a secret garden she hides”
The first question starts the action. Mistress Kassandra hesitates to answer, and my
tickling fingers jump at the opening. Realizing I have not placed Kassandra in the “L” position in several sessions, I savor every stroke and poke of her lower half. Kassandra’s ticklishness is well above average today, as our warm-up tickle fight indicated! Her ticklish laughter and screams barely leave Kassandra with enough breath to answer the question as I tickle her feet, legs and rear end.
Mistress Kassandra’s sensitivity almost makes me forget to admire the view of her
long lovely legs and incredible bottom. That is, almost, as her lower half is not something you can ignore long, especially when it’s inches from you. Speaking of inches, the bulge in my thong tells Kassandra either she’s showing me a good time or I’m going to the laundromat later and didn’t have anywhere else to carry my roll of quarters.
Tickling Mistress Kassandra’s inner thighs, I get a couple of “Mercy” pleas, which she usually does not plead unless I tickle torture her ribs. Oh, and what about the charms of Kassandra’s ribs and other above-waist delights? What about them!? Quickly moving my hands from her behind to her ribs, I take cruel yet necessary pleasure in watching Kassandra’s surprised reaction as she struggles with futility to avoid my tickling touch. I tickle her neck, and underarms, too, with varied reaction but unfailing affection.
Perhaps my favorite moment of tickling Mistress Kassandra comes as I return to her inner thighs for another “mercy.” Loudly laughing and vainly thrashing about, Kassandra elevates her behind from the bondage bed, as if she could escape my tickling fingers.
Is this really me, having my way with a woman such as Mistress Kassandra, a long stem rose in full bloom? Or I am going to wake up to find it’s still 2003, these past three years but a dream? If the latter, I will take solace in what I am sure will be the heartiest morning erection of my life.
Oh, was there a question I asked? Mistress Kassandra at last furnishes satisfactory details, so I stop the tickles.
As I reach for the next question, Mistress Kassandra halts the action, telling me to uncuff her. Noting Kassandra’s aura of command, I oblige – though not before a delightfully selfish last trip around her trapped, ticklish, body because, well, just because. Finally, I free her.
Mistress Kassandra steps down from the bondage bed and tells me, "How come you get to ask all these questions and tickle me? What's in it for me? Since you want to know so much about me, I will answer your questions as I have my way with you."
Having me move the bondage bed against a wall-mounted X-cross, Mistress Kassandra explains, "Let's play this game my way. I will torture you as I answer each question. Answers will last up to five minutes, depending on how much I wish to disclose."
Mistress Kassandra seats me on the bondage bed. She cuffs my arms in the Y position, rendering my upper body defenseless. Next, Kassandra cuffs my ankles to the bed frame, my bare feet vulnerably over the edge Then my mistress, ever upping the ante, adds a special touch by tying rope around my legs and waist, harnessing my pelvis to the X-cross frame, further restricting my mobility.
In other words, Mistress Kassandra has me
helpless. My ass isn’t going to be leaping or thrusting. My ass is going nowhere.
Mistress Kassandra looks me in the eye and says, "By the way, my ears are deaf to the word 'mercy.' Happy anniversary."
Before even drawing a question, Mistress Kassandra walks behind me. And before I have a second to wonder what she’s doing back there, Kassandra’s ten tickling fingers dig into my sides, sending me into a
frenzy of😛oke3:uncontrolled laughter - and controlled struggling, thanks to her handy bondage work. Noting Kassandra’s teasing smile over my shoulder, I wonder if she’s taken tickling lessons somewhere, she is getting me so good.
Mistress Kassandra gives me an unintended break just long enough to move to the soles of my feet, where her fingertips send me into another ticklish fit. In all our switchable tickling sessions, she has never gotten me as well as she is today.
Mistress Kassandra tickles me all over, getting the best reactions on my ribs and the soles of my feet. Until now, she was in a three-way tie with Mistress Zara http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=60532 and Mistress Annabelle http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=58232 as the person to restrain and most effectively tickle me. But as Kassandra finally relents, I must crown her queen dominatrix tickler.
Her back to me, Mistress Kassandra bends toward the bag on the chair as she draws questions. All but
feeling my eyes on her great divide, Kassandra knowingly wiggles her buttocks. Drawing another question, she strikes a pose. Too bad I can’t take a picture, it would last longer. Damn! Twenty bags of Orville Redenbacher opened at once would not be this hot! This woman is a work of art.
“Every daddy's son wants a closer look,
Every boy want to try to set his hook
. . . She can't do anything wrong”
Prior to this session, I said to Mistress Kassandra, “do anything you desire, from your favorite things to do to a man to something you would like to do especially to me. ‘L'imagination au pouvoir!’ Push me as much as you like, providing your answers to the questions are as forthcoming as the torture is forceful. The more honest and detailed you are, the harder you can give it to me.”
Mistress Kassandra draws several questions, disliking one or two. In another instance, she answers two in one round. Kassandra reads six of the fifteen questions I prepared. Along with her exquisite tickle torture of me, Mistress Kassandra answers my queries as she administers:
Cock and ball torture: Mistress Kassandra drives her shoe heel about my genitals. Knowing she’s breaking in a lightweight, Kassandra skillfully works that heel into my thong about my penis and testicles, keeping the punishment threshold closer to discomfort than pain, not because I plead for mercy; rather, Kassandra simply reads me well.
Foot and leg worship demand: Mistress Kassandra frees my right hand so I can hold onto her as I kiss, lick, and suck her feet and legs. She admonishes me, saying I have to do it longer because I am not doing a good job. Hee-hee, Kassandra knows I enjoy expressing my admiration of and respect for her almost as much as I do tickling her.
Spanking: Freeing me from bondage, Kassandra has me rest face down on the bondage bed. Kneeling over me, knees by my head, Kassandra whacks my ass. Eyeballing her feminine charms in the mirror adjacent to the bed, I tell Kassandra how sexy her 🙄 bare bosoms look, draping downward as she leans over me. With indignation over what she calls my “lascivious” remark, Kassandra blitz-spanks me as forcefully as she has to date. For the past year or so, Kassandra has spanked me every time we’ve met. I’ve come to expect a spanking from my mistress almost as much as she expects me to tickle her. If she enjoys the palm of her hand smacking my ass a fraction as much as I like my fingers tickling her, I am ecstatic. When all is said and done, I hope Mistress Kassandra gets more out of our time together than just money.
The final question turns out to be one Mistress Kassandra, asks, as she requests I “put on a show” for her. Flipping onto my back, I briefly mention the varied severity of punishments she just dished out, remarking that somehow I expected one she did not administer, nipple torture. With a wide grin, Kassandra quickly squeezes my nipples. It is yet another of the memorable things she does each time I see her.
I remove my thong. Pouring some oil on my erection, Mistress Kassandra sits on the bondage bed to my right with her bare feet in my face for the finish. I worship Kassandra, tasting her soft, sweet soles and pearly plush toes. Kassandra tells me that earlier she was merely staying in role-play character by making me worship her feet and legs longer because I was doing a lousy job. She says I actually did well.
As my climax draws near, Mistress Kassandra hears me muttering into her feet. Am I spilling my guts as I am about to spill?
I finish. Kassandra remarks, “It sounded as though you where whispering sweet nothings to my feet!”
A short while later we part. Once again I have forgotten it is three years since our first session when Mistress Kassandra again wishes me a happy anniversary! God knows I did not get on line twice when they were handing out brains, but I’ve again forgotten this special day because every moment with Mistress Kassandra is heavenly, making me forget which way is up.
Nothing compares to her.
Back home in New Jersey, it is 10:30 the evening of July 11th, twelve hours since my eyes met with Mistress Kassandra’s. I am outside my home and notice the full moon. Today, twelve hours apart, no one but me lays eyes on two of creation’s unique, most breathtaking beings.
All that heaven will allow”
It is 10:30 the morning of Tuesday, July 11, 2006, my appointment with one of New York City’s most celebrated dominatrices, Mistress Kassandra. Three years ago today we had our first tickle play date.
As we meet this morning, Mistress Kassandra is looking
fabulous in her street clothes. Her outfit features a form-fitting sleeveless top depicting a blossomed rose across the chest. Kassandra tells me she wore it because of my pet name for her, “long stem rose.”Greeting me with a warm hug, Mistress Kassandra wishes me a happy three year anniversary. I do not admit Kassandra’s dizzying presence has already made me forget our eyes first met on July 11, 2003! Rather, I leave it at saying happy anniversary as well.
Arranging the session via e-mail, I requested to be Mistress Kassandra’s submissive for this special day instead of having our usual switchable tickling session. But ever the thoughtful, generous soul, Kassandra, noting some good career news I had shared, wrote back, “In honor of your promotion, I think you should tickle me for part of the session, too!”
😉 Okay, she talked me into it.
The premise of today’s session has Mistress Kassandra agreeing to play my Q&A game, where I ask questions about her. With each question, I am to restrain and tickle Kassandra until she answers satisfactorily. Little do I know my mistress has her own idea on how to play.
The session begins with Mistress Kassandra wearing a thong and matching bra, covered by her robe as she enters the dungeon room. I am wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top shirt, with just socks on my feet. While we are about the same height, Kassandra, in her high heel shoes, stands head and shoulders over stocking-feet me. It must be a funny sight.
The role-play begins. Wishing me a happy three year anniversary, Mistress Kassandra removes the robe, revealing her
fetching flesh, barely covered by her bra and thong. This is the twelfth time I have sessioned with Kassandra, but she looks so hot it may as well be the first, she stuns me so. This woman is hot. Opening the microwave popcorn bag hot! I mean,
HOT!Mistress Kassandra approaches me and says, “I understand you have some questions for me. But I have a question first: Why are you still dressed?”
As Mistress Kassandra removes my clothes she tickles me and I of course retaliate. She strips me down to my thong and we move the tickle fight to the bondage bed, going at one another’s midsections. I get a nice squealing laugh out of Kassandra as I squeeze her knees and thighs, a sneak preview of what will be a highlight of the session.
I stand beside the bondage bed, noting Mistress Kassandra is still wearing her high heels while I am barefoot. This cannot be! Slowly, I remove Mistress Kassandra’s shoes, tickling the supple soles of her feet and her pretty, pedicured toes as she wriggles and giggles.
Resting Mistress Kassandra on her back, I blather on regarding the questions she consented to answer, saying I will tickle her counter to her level of honesty and details in her answers. In other words, the short and vague responses merit long, torturous tickling but full disclosure will mean just a quick poke or two. I lift Kassandra’s wrists above her head, clipping the wrist cuffs to either side of the bed. Cuffing her ankles, I guide her long, lovely legs up to the taut chain attached to study frames on either side of room, clipping the ankle cuffs so her bare feet are in place. I have imprisoned Kassandra in the “L” position, L for Laughter, how much of it depending on how well this raven-haired beauty answers each question.
Prior to the session, I prepared fifteen questions for Mistress Kassandra, topics ranging from plain curiosity to things I think will help me better understand her. I apologize to you, the reader, as when arranging this session I told Kassandra I would not disclose the details in hopes of lucid answers.
Please note that nothing I ask compromises Mistress Kassandra’s privacy. She once concisely described our arrangement as “a professional relationship with a good dose of friendship on the side,” after all.
“ . . . there's a secret garden she hides”
The first question starts the action. Mistress Kassandra hesitates to answer, and my
tickling fingers jump at the opening. Realizing I have not placed Kassandra in the “L” position in several sessions, I savor every stroke and poke of her lower half. Kassandra’s ticklishness is well above average today, as our warm-up tickle fight indicated! Her ticklish laughter and screams barely leave Kassandra with enough breath to answer the question as I tickle her feet, legs and rear end.Mistress Kassandra’s sensitivity almost makes me forget to admire the view of her
long lovely legs and incredible bottom. That is, almost, as her lower half is not something you can ignore long, especially when it’s inches from you. Speaking of inches, the bulge in my thong tells Kassandra either she’s showing me a good time or I’m going to the laundromat later and didn’t have anywhere else to carry my roll of quarters. Tickling Mistress Kassandra’s inner thighs, I get a couple of “Mercy” pleas, which she usually does not plead unless I tickle torture her ribs. Oh, and what about the charms of Kassandra’s ribs and other above-waist delights? What about them!? Quickly moving my hands from her behind to her ribs, I take cruel yet necessary pleasure in watching Kassandra’s surprised reaction as she struggles with futility to avoid my tickling touch. I tickle her neck, and underarms, too, with varied reaction but unfailing affection.Perhaps my favorite moment of tickling Mistress Kassandra comes as I return to her inner thighs for another “mercy.” Loudly laughing and vainly thrashing about, Kassandra elevates her behind from the bondage bed, as if she could escape my tickling fingers.
Is this really me, having my way with a woman such as Mistress Kassandra, a long stem rose in full bloom? Or I am going to wake up to find it’s still 2003, these past three years but a dream? If the latter, I will take solace in what I am sure will be the heartiest morning erection of my life.
Oh, was there a question I asked? Mistress Kassandra at last furnishes satisfactory details, so I stop the tickles.
As I reach for the next question, Mistress Kassandra halts the action, telling me to uncuff her. Noting Kassandra’s aura of command, I oblige – though not before a delightfully selfish last trip around her trapped, ticklish, body because, well, just because. Finally, I free her.
Mistress Kassandra steps down from the bondage bed and tells me, "How come you get to ask all these questions and tickle me? What's in it for me? Since you want to know so much about me, I will answer your questions as I have my way with you."
Having me move the bondage bed against a wall-mounted X-cross, Mistress Kassandra explains, "Let's play this game my way. I will torture you as I answer each question. Answers will last up to five minutes, depending on how much I wish to disclose."
Mistress Kassandra seats me on the bondage bed. She cuffs my arms in the Y position, rendering my upper body defenseless. Next, Kassandra cuffs my ankles to the bed frame, my bare feet vulnerably over the edge Then my mistress, ever upping the ante, adds a special touch by tying rope around my legs and waist, harnessing my pelvis to the X-cross frame, further restricting my mobility.
In other words, Mistress Kassandra has me
helpless. My ass isn’t going to be leaping or thrusting. My ass is going nowhere.Mistress Kassandra looks me in the eye and says, "By the way, my ears are deaf to the word 'mercy.' Happy anniversary."
Before even drawing a question, Mistress Kassandra walks behind me. And before I have a second to wonder what she’s doing back there, Kassandra’s ten tickling fingers dig into my sides, sending me into a
frenzy of😛oke3:uncontrolled laughter - and controlled struggling, thanks to her handy bondage work. Noting Kassandra’s teasing smile over my shoulder, I wonder if she’s taken tickling lessons somewhere, she is getting me so good. Mistress Kassandra gives me an unintended break just long enough to move to the soles of my feet, where her fingertips send me into another ticklish fit. In all our switchable tickling sessions, she has never gotten me as well as she is today.
Mistress Kassandra tickles me all over, getting the best reactions on my ribs and the soles of my feet. Until now, she was in a three-way tie with Mistress Zara http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=60532 and Mistress Annabelle http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=58232 as the person to restrain and most effectively tickle me. But as Kassandra finally relents, I must crown her queen dominatrix tickler.
Her back to me, Mistress Kassandra bends toward the bag on the chair as she draws questions. All but
feeling my eyes on her great divide, Kassandra knowingly wiggles her buttocks. Drawing another question, she strikes a pose. Too bad I can’t take a picture, it would last longer. Damn! Twenty bags of Orville Redenbacher opened at once would not be this hot! This woman is a work of art.“Every daddy's son wants a closer look,
Every boy want to try to set his hook
. . . She can't do anything wrong”
Prior to this session, I said to Mistress Kassandra, “do anything you desire, from your favorite things to do to a man to something you would like to do especially to me. ‘L'imagination au pouvoir!’ Push me as much as you like, providing your answers to the questions are as forthcoming as the torture is forceful. The more honest and detailed you are, the harder you can give it to me.”
Mistress Kassandra draws several questions, disliking one or two. In another instance, she answers two in one round. Kassandra reads six of the fifteen questions I prepared. Along with her exquisite tickle torture of me, Mistress Kassandra answers my queries as she administers:
Cock and ball torture: Mistress Kassandra drives her shoe heel about my genitals. Knowing she’s breaking in a lightweight, Kassandra skillfully works that heel into my thong about my penis and testicles, keeping the punishment threshold closer to discomfort than pain, not because I plead for mercy; rather, Kassandra simply reads me well. Foot and leg worship demand: Mistress Kassandra frees my right hand so I can hold onto her as I kiss, lick, and suck her feet and legs. She admonishes me, saying I have to do it longer because I am not doing a good job. Hee-hee, Kassandra knows I enjoy expressing my admiration of and respect for her almost as much as I do tickling her. Spanking: Freeing me from bondage, Kassandra has me rest face down on the bondage bed. Kneeling over me, knees by my head, Kassandra whacks my ass. Eyeballing her feminine charms in the mirror adjacent to the bed, I tell Kassandra how sexy her 🙄 bare bosoms look, draping downward as she leans over me. With indignation over what she calls my “lascivious” remark, Kassandra blitz-spanks me as forcefully as she has to date. For the past year or so, Kassandra has spanked me every time we’ve met. I’ve come to expect a spanking from my mistress almost as much as she expects me to tickle her. If she enjoys the palm of her hand smacking my ass a fraction as much as I like my fingers tickling her, I am ecstatic. When all is said and done, I hope Mistress Kassandra gets more out of our time together than just money.The final question turns out to be one Mistress Kassandra, asks, as she requests I “put on a show” for her. Flipping onto my back, I briefly mention the varied severity of punishments she just dished out, remarking that somehow I expected one she did not administer, nipple torture. With a wide grin, Kassandra quickly squeezes my nipples. It is yet another of the memorable things she does each time I see her.
I remove my thong. Pouring some oil on my erection, Mistress Kassandra sits on the bondage bed to my right with her bare feet in my face for the finish. I worship Kassandra, tasting her soft, sweet soles and pearly plush toes. Kassandra tells me that earlier she was merely staying in role-play character by making me worship her feet and legs longer because I was doing a lousy job. She says I actually did well.
As my climax draws near, Mistress Kassandra hears me muttering into her feet. Am I spilling my guts as I am about to spill?
I finish. Kassandra remarks, “It sounded as though you where whispering sweet nothings to my feet!”A short while later we part. Once again I have forgotten it is three years since our first session when Mistress Kassandra again wishes me a happy anniversary! God knows I did not get on line twice when they were handing out brains, but I’ve again forgotten this special day because every moment with Mistress Kassandra is heavenly, making me forget which way is up.
Nothing compares to her.Back home in New Jersey, it is 10:30 the evening of July 11th, twelve hours since my eyes met with Mistress Kassandra’s. I am outside my home and notice the full moon. Today, twelve hours apart, no one but me lays eyes on two of creation’s unique, most breathtaking beings.
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payback. 
