thanks for the great song, Drew...
I was reading through my TK texts and found a copy of your
first NEST experience. Thought I'd share it here again:
Subject: Drew's first NEST experience
From: Drew70 <
[email protected]>
Date: Wed, 15 May 2002 00:02:23 GMT
Date: Wed, 15 May 2002 00:02:23 GMT
This is a rather long post with emphasis on the female ticklers, so all you
m/f'ers (heheh) might prefer to skip it. With that said, here's my own NEST
experience:
It was a warm Sunday in Philly as I'm driving East on South Street. I was
fortunate enough to find a parking space in the 700 block just a few doors
down from the Club Kama Sutra, where the festivities were to take place. I
was psyched. I was stoked. I was ready to be tickled into oblivion. I was
also two hours early.
I killed some time checking out a nearby antiques shop and a store
specializing in African artifacts. I also grabbed a turkey burger next door
to the Club Kama Sutra, which by the way is a swingers club. Wife-swapping,
husband swapping, you guys get the idea....not that I'm into that "weird"
stuff, you understand. After my burger I strolled by the club again and saw
a woman standing in the now open doorway...a woman I recognized immediately
from her TMF picture. I walked right up to her holding my hand out.
"You must be Jan Weaver!" I said to her. "I'm Drew70, and it's a pleasure
to meet you!"
"Hi Drew! Glad you could make it!"
Jan is as cheerful in real life as she is online, but she didn't have a lot
of time to shoot the breeze, as they were busy preparing the place. I
helped carry in some food, drinks, and...oh yeah....a 7-foot X-shaped cross.
The Kama Sutra was 3 floors in all, not counting the roof. The X-shaped
cross we set up on the 3rd floor right in the middle of a mirrored dance
floor. There's a certain irony there, which I'll get into later. There was
also a sitting area on the third floor. Part of the floor itself was
transparent Plexiglas, through which could be seen the second floor (go
figure) where most of the tickling action would take place. The second
floor had a lot of rooms with cushions on the floor, and mirrors on the
ceiling. I'll let you reach your own conclusions as to what generally goes
on there.
The place was filling up fast, and name tags were being distributed by none
other than Jonmath from the UK who flew over especially for this event. One
of the first people I met was Kim (known also as HawkiKim) who I believe is
from Iowa. She's says there's not a lot of tickling action out her way,
unfortunately. I also met Kraftie and talked to her for a good while. She
was very helpful in pointing out people she thought I might know. I met
DVNC, Affectionate Dan, Doug Ward, and Max Speer.
After I got my nametag I cruised back up to the third floor where I
recognized another face from the TMF pictures. I knew even before I read
his nametag that it was RChello. It was a blast talking to him in person
about all the shit flying around this newsgroup. Archie was in the company
of Pugsley, a lady far more attractive than her name suggests, so I didn't
want to monopolize his time. Before too long, I caught site of a woman
whose beauty and sexuality took my breath away. She wasn't wearing a
nametag but I had a pretty good idea of who she was just the same. I walked
up to her.
"Excuse me, aren't you Bella Risa?"
"Yes, I am," she said with a smile.
"Hi, I'm Drew70."
"Oh my god, Drew!!" she said and gave me a hug. We talked for a few minutes
about her kids, the trip from Ohio to Philly, and our mutual friend,
Anna-Loo.
"Now Bella, you've got first dibs on my ribs, okay?"
"Oh yeah! I was hoping I could do at least SOME topping today!"
"Well, it's a real inconvenience for me, Bella, but hey, for you?
Anything!" I said with a wink.
Moments later I was introduced to TTD (Tickled To Death) and his pretty
companion, Shygirl. These are two of the coolest people you could ever want
to hang out with. I also met a lady from my own area, by the name of Lee.
Lee is a member of the DC-based TnF group (Tethers n Feathers) as are
Spenser Affleck and his better half, Melinda, both of whom were also
present.
Okay, the first tickling I saw was Spenser Affleck tickling the feet of his
lovely and charming lady. She was lying on her back with her feet suspended
in the air. Spenser was tickling her feet with various implements and
getting good results, I might add. I was watching this scene through the
transparent floor upstairs.
I wandered down to the second floor where the tickling action was going on.
Next to the area where Spenser was making his lady scream with laughter was
a larger area floored with cushions. There was a lady lying on her back,
restrained, and was being tickled by 2 men. Her name is Ann, and one of the
men tickling her was also named Drew. Ann and Drew are known as the
Tickling Duo.
Positioned diagonally from Ann, I saw Shygirl in the process of restraining
TTD. Being a fan of female ticklers, I plopped my ass down next to them and
watched. TTD has a reputation for never being broken, so the women who
tickle him do not hold back. Shygirl plunged into him tickling hard and
fast. Watching her work him over made me think, "This chick definitely
knows what she's doing and has no compunctions about torture. She is wayyy
out of my league!" TTD was laughing, yelling, and struggling like crazy,
even before Bella Risa crawled over and assisted Shygirl, who seemed to know
every nuance of TTD's ticklishness and gave extensive instructions. The two
women systematically put TTD through more torture than any man was meant to
endure, but he still wouldn't break. He'd catch his breath and goad his
attackers, saying things like, "you'll never break me you bitches!" and then
they'd go at him even harder. The guy's got guts, no doubt about it.
Suddenly I heard somebody calling my name. It was none other than NJJen.
She said it was time. Now, many of you might remember that there was a time
where I wasn't very nice to Jen. I had berated her publicly here at AMT as
well as putting down the whole BDSM scene in general. Jen and I were no
longer at odds but she'd been warning me for the last week or so that she
was going to "pay me back" for flaming her at AMT, and now here she was,
ready to make good on that threat! Jen, Pete and I quickly found a suitable
location in the form of a little room with a fold out cushion-couch. Before
long I was cuffed and restrained in a spread-eagle position. Jen sat on my
left side and began tickling my left foot. I didn't bother even trying to
hold back, so the laughter pored forth. Understand now, that Jen is a
tickling sub by nature, very rarely stepping out of that role, according to
Pete. But her tickling techniques were most effective. Unlike TTD, I don't
have much stamina when it comes to enduring tickle torture, much as I dig
the concept. Jen tickled my thighs, ribs and armpits and even my ears. I
just can't imagine what motivated her so much.
😉
While I'm laughing like crazy, suddenly Pete came in and introduced Lite,
another DC local whom I knew online but had never met in person. Lite was
delighted with my predicament and sat down on my right side and began
tickling my feet, thighs, ribs, sides, pits...etc. Lite is somewhat of a
newcomer to the tickling scene only within the last year or two, but she is
an awesome tickler! She's got a great voice which she used extensively to
tease me while she and Jen tickled me nonstop. "What's the matter,
Drew?.....I thought you wanted to meet me!....Oh, does this tickle?.....Is
that a bad thing?" This kind of teasing really adds a lot to the experience
of being tickled. It completes the picture, so-to-speak. Jen and Lite are
good friends and it was kind of weird watching them talk like any two
females would, about home and family and whatnot, only instead of sipping
tea, they were tickling me into a frenzy of laughter and wiggling. Somebody
yelled, "POCKETS!!" and then the two of them would reach in my pants
pockets, tickling that sensitive area where the legs join the pelvis.
Suddenly I saw something that made me think..."Oh shit, I'm doomed, now!" It
was Shygirl. Evidently she was unable to break TTD and was out for blood!
Without so much as a word she straddled my right knee and started vigorously
raking her nails up and down my right foot. Up until this point, I was
barely able to take what Jen and Lite were dishing out, but now I was
suddenly catapulted into previously unexplored realms of ticklish agony. I
twisted back and forth frantically, yelling and screaming laughter, trying
anything to minimize the overwhelming sensation, but it just kept coming and
coming. Just when I thought I would go crazy, they stopped for a moment.
Lite had to leave, but somebody else walked in the room with a wicked smile
on her face. It was the "Queen Bitch" of tickling herself, Jan Weaver! Now
I was REALLY doomed!! Jan has so much experience in tickling that her very
touch is like a bolt of lightening. Unfortunately she was called away just
when she was getting started.
With Jen still tickling my left side, and Shygirl tickling my right foot, in
walked the incredibly sexy Bella Risa. She straddled my waist, sitting
down, leaned over close to me and said in the sweetest voice I've ever
heard, "Can I play?" She then started tickling my chest, ribs, and my
armpits. Like Jan and Shygirl, Bella has plenty of experience torturing
ticklish people like me. Her fingertips are deadly, but she also has this
technique that really sent me way over the edge into temporary insanity.
She made her hands into two fists, and rubbed her knuckles on my chest in a
vigorous circular motion. The effect was quite devastating, I assure you.
They kept at it, and I was plunged into the depths of tickle torture, beyond
any coherent speech, just breathless laughter, with my lungs locked in a
permanent exhale, and still they persisted. Finally, I blurted the safe
word, having endured far more than I ever in my wildest dreams expected.
Of course, they all stopped immediately. The safe word is a powerful force
at these gatherings, and all respect it. Jen and Pete unchained me, and
after a moment or two, I was able to struggle to my feet. I was a mess. My
hair was everywhere and my shirt looked like I had slept in it for a week.
I found a bathroom and pulled myself back together as best I could.
The next noteworthy event I witnessed took place on the third floor at the
X-shaped cross I helped carry in earlier. A woman who goes by the nickname
of Sunrise Ticklee was bound to this cross in a leaning vertical
spread-eagle position. She was tickled by Lee from DC/VA. Lee's name is
somewhat ironic because she is 100% 'ler. Lee was doing a good job tickling
Sunrise's upper body, but then some very large guy took it upon himself to
participate. I'm sure he meant well, but he completely blocked the view of
what could have been a great F/F scene. I had to resist a strong urge to
tap him on the shoulder and ask him to kindly get the fuck out of the way.
🙂
After Sunrise went 10 minutes on the X-cross, they got some guy to
volunteer. He took off his shirt and then they bound him to the cross with
his back facing outward, so he couldn't see his attackers. He was tickled
by HawkiKim, QBWeaver, Bella Risa, and later by a red-haired woman whose
name escapes me, but her boyfriend told me that she is a total 'ler and came
to NEST in hopes of learning some new tickling techniques. I finally got to
see Jan in action, and let me tell anybody that might have doubts that Jan
does not fuck around when it comes to tickling. She had this poor slob
bouncing around so much that three of us guys had to stabilize the cross
from the other side. Then Bella did her knuckle dance on his rib-cage which
sent him into violent spasms. I swear he looked like he was getting an
electric shock treatment. The women who tickled this guy helped reinforce
what I've always known to be true....women make the best ticklers, hands
down. I'll never be convinced otherwise.
With the afternoon winding on, I cruised back down to the second floor,
where I saw Ann being tickled again by the other Drew and another guy. I
also noticed that Shygirl was also tickling her, but it seemed to me to be
only a half-hearted one-handed attempt, so I spoke up.
"Hey Shygirl, isn't there another set of restraints over there?" I asked,
pointing to where she had tickled TTD earlier.
"Uh huh," she said, then suddenly understanding, her face brightened up.
"Oh, you want to have another go?"
"Heck yeah!"
So she quickly strapped me down and immediately pounced on my feet. The
impression I get about Shygirl is that she is diligent, persistent, and
relentless. She never seems to run out of steam when she's tickling. She
is perpetual motion personified. Just when my feet started to become
accustomed to her touch, she switched to my upper body. I swear her touch
is like electricity. She doesn't do a lot of talking while she's tickling,
she concentrates on the job at hand, and the area she's working on. Her
nails move with just the exact speed and pressure to extract the maximum
torture possible, and I was feeling it big time. She was tickling my
stomach, chest, sides, and armpits, and I was once again plunged into that
seemingly bottomless pit of tickled agony, where time and space lose all
meaning.
But after a while Shy was being distracted by some guys tickling her from
behind. I was able to catch my breath and take stock of my situation.
Because the restraints weren't bolted to the floor but merely run under the
large cushion I was lying on, I was able to move my arms to some degree and
bring them in to a point where I could grab Shy's wrists. Suddenly poor
Shygirl found the tables turned on her, I was holding down against me while
TTD and a couple of other guys were tickling her feet and ribs. Her laugh
is such that the tickling seems to cause it and hinder it at the same time,
so that it comes out in little spasms here and there. Ever the gentleman, I
asked her if she was okay, and she nodded so I held her fast. This went on
for another 10 minutes or so, until I was exhausted and could no longer hold
her wrists. At about that time, they were advising us that our time was up,
and everybody had to start preparing to leave the club.
We all said our good-byes and everybody was reluctant for it to be over. Ma
x Speer invited me and a bunch of other people to his place to continue the
festivities. It was a most tempting offer, but since I was looking at a
3-hour return trip home I politely declined the offer. After saying
good-bye to everyone, I hopped in my car and drove back to my Maryland home
with an ear-to-ear grin plastered to my face.
🙂
The End....till next year!!
