***Before you start, this is not a story about tickle torture or tickling a cute neighbor or anything like that. This is more of a story about someone who took a while to get the nerves to do something about his fetish. To go straight to the tickling, find the next line with three***.
I am sure many people are like me and have kept their tickle fetish hidden for a while. I grew up in the tri-state area (CT, NJ, NY in this case) and could have easily hopped on a train and gone to a place like Pandora's. Problem was when I went to New York City, it was usually related to a sporting or socializing event where drinking would take place. I did not want to go into an establishment where a model had to deal with a someone who was either drunk or had alcohol on his breath. I was visiting family in the tri-state area and decided to try it before I went back up north.
I originally had another spot and model picked out but could not make it because the night before I was nervous and downed a few beers to gain my confidence and convince myself to go. Well, I had to end up cancelling because the beer upset my stomach. It was in the afternoon and I was feeling better. I decided I was going to tear this off like a band-aid. I called Pandora's Box and set up a session with a model. The receptionist was not sure she would work as a submissive but I went in anyway.
***After getting lost a little and working with the receptionist on the phone, I reached Pandora's Box. It turns out the model I picked does not submit to tickling and I was able to pick from three models. I picked the first one I met with because she ended by saying, "You just want to tickle some cute feet." During our meet and greet, I told her it was my first session and I have 0 experience in bondage. She told me that worried her so we would do light bondage at most. I understood and agreed.
This model was perfect for a first timer. She brought rope and tickle tools like a feather, a flogger, a paddle with a fuzzy side, and something else escaping me. I removed her shoes and socks and found a beautiful, creamy, pair of petite feet with red nail polish. I have no clue on the size; one foot was the size of one of my hands. She was pleasant to talk to and teach me some rope bondage. The best part is that she was ticklish and she pushed herself to not safeword. Her laugh was loud but still feminine. She is mostly a dom but submissive for tickling. I asked her what her longest session as a ticklee was and she said two and a half hours. All I could think about was her laughter for a consistent two and a half hours. She even suggested I use my keys and I did and that got a strong laugh from her. Because of modern key fobs, it was the first time I had ever used my car key in four years of ownership.
At the end I wanted to play a game. I had her legs and ankles wrapped in rope and then elevated her legs by tying the rope through two leash loops that hung from a bondage table. I said to her she would be tickled for two minutes straight. If she wins, I worship her feet. I win, I tickle her for two more minutes, no safeword again. She took it like a trooper, filling the room with her wonderful laughter. I used my fingers, car key, and flogger strings between her toes. I ended up losing and having to worship her feet (oh poor me). I asked what she likes most and she said foot massage and I ended up massaging her feet for the last couple of minutes.
I am sure many people are like me and have kept their tickle fetish hidden for a while. I grew up in the tri-state area (CT, NJ, NY in this case) and could have easily hopped on a train and gone to a place like Pandora's. Problem was when I went to New York City, it was usually related to a sporting or socializing event where drinking would take place. I did not want to go into an establishment where a model had to deal with a someone who was either drunk or had alcohol on his breath. I was visiting family in the tri-state area and decided to try it before I went back up north.
I originally had another spot and model picked out but could not make it because the night before I was nervous and downed a few beers to gain my confidence and convince myself to go. Well, I had to end up cancelling because the beer upset my stomach. It was in the afternoon and I was feeling better. I decided I was going to tear this off like a band-aid. I called Pandora's Box and set up a session with a model. The receptionist was not sure she would work as a submissive but I went in anyway.
***After getting lost a little and working with the receptionist on the phone, I reached Pandora's Box. It turns out the model I picked does not submit to tickling and I was able to pick from three models. I picked the first one I met with because she ended by saying, "You just want to tickle some cute feet." During our meet and greet, I told her it was my first session and I have 0 experience in bondage. She told me that worried her so we would do light bondage at most. I understood and agreed.
This model was perfect for a first timer. She brought rope and tickle tools like a feather, a flogger, a paddle with a fuzzy side, and something else escaping me. I removed her shoes and socks and found a beautiful, creamy, pair of petite feet with red nail polish. I have no clue on the size; one foot was the size of one of my hands. She was pleasant to talk to and teach me some rope bondage. The best part is that she was ticklish and she pushed herself to not safeword. Her laugh was loud but still feminine. She is mostly a dom but submissive for tickling. I asked her what her longest session as a ticklee was and she said two and a half hours. All I could think about was her laughter for a consistent two and a half hours. She even suggested I use my keys and I did and that got a strong laugh from her. Because of modern key fobs, it was the first time I had ever used my car key in four years of ownership.
At the end I wanted to play a game. I had her legs and ankles wrapped in rope and then elevated her legs by tying the rope through two leash loops that hung from a bondage table. I said to her she would be tickled for two minutes straight. If she wins, I worship her feet. I win, I tickle her for two more minutes, no safeword again. She took it like a trooper, filling the room with her wonderful laughter. I used my fingers, car key, and flogger strings between her toes. I ended up losing and having to worship her feet (oh poor me). I asked what she likes most and she said foot massage and I ended up massaging her feet for the last couple of minutes.
