Today was the Boston Fetish Fair Fleamarket (the Flea for short)
Several friends were vending, and I and my slave for the weekend went
to visit and socialise, look at all the new toys. After the Flea
closed, we helped them pack up and load out, and then went to a
house nearby which plays host to a big party every year before and
after the event.
I was lying on a really cool medical friction bed ( it's on a round
track/rail, and stays in place, no matter where you place it, and is
very comfy - I've slept on it before) talking with a friend who was
sitting in a chain cage, safety suspended from the beams (this is
in a warehouse/loft space, so it's solidly built) when a friend came
over and wanted to put his slave girl in it. The bottom and top are
solid squares, so that the chain forms a fairly effective prison.
We wrapped the cage in two layers of saran wrap, one clear, one black
opaque, and started poking holes in it (for both air circulation
and light for her to see out, and for others to be voyeuristic, and
to look in. She was being turned and rocked at for a while, and
occasionally poked (but she didn't seem to be all that ticklish)
After she was released, I was sitting in it (it's really quite
comfortable).
I'd been wearing my "Are you Ticklish?" t-shirt all day, and people
kept saying yes, or I'm not sure, to whom I'd turn and show them the
"Prove it!" written on the back. I'd already made plans earlier to
tickle my friend Julie who makes a delightful"heeheehee" when her
belly button is tickled, but she's pretty off the wall everywhere.
Julie was getting a foot rub from my slave, while I was rocking in
the chain cage next to her talking, when a young married couple came
up to me, and the wife wanted to know if my slave could also give her
a foot rub. I said yes, she then graciously (or sadistically, take
your pick) pointed out that her husband was ticklish, and offered
him to me to tickle. Or, anything else I wanted! Some people are
so generous. Wonderfully enough, she's also not ticklish,
MUCH to his dismay.
I had him sit in the chain cage, with the door open, from the back,
tickled his neck, which wasn't very reactionary, then moved on to his
sides, which WERE, but he kept putting his arms down, so I moved to
the front of the cage, and had him put his arms through the holes.
Even though he occasionally moved them, he was great at actually keeping
his arms up throughout the tickling. When I was at the front, I mercilessly
tickled his upper body, ribs, and he kept laughing and squirming.
One of the funny things was that his feet could touch the floor,
so he'd try to back up, but because the cage moved, as I kept backing
up with him, he'd get in a position which exposed even more of his
ticklish spots!
His wife kindly informed me that his feet were a great spot, so I
removed one sandal and raked my fingers over his soles. He said
that the lighter touches felt good, but didn't tickle, but on top
of his foot, the lighter touches drove him CRAZY, and doing that
and tickling the bottoms at the same time was even better. I probably
tickled him for about 45 min, then tied him in with some rope, and
left him under the watchful care of his wife, while I went to tickle
Julie some more 🙂
Lee
Several friends were vending, and I and my slave for the weekend went
to visit and socialise, look at all the new toys. After the Flea
closed, we helped them pack up and load out, and then went to a
house nearby which plays host to a big party every year before and
after the event.
I was lying on a really cool medical friction bed ( it's on a round
track/rail, and stays in place, no matter where you place it, and is
very comfy - I've slept on it before) talking with a friend who was
sitting in a chain cage, safety suspended from the beams (this is
in a warehouse/loft space, so it's solidly built) when a friend came
over and wanted to put his slave girl in it. The bottom and top are
solid squares, so that the chain forms a fairly effective prison.
We wrapped the cage in two layers of saran wrap, one clear, one black
opaque, and started poking holes in it (for both air circulation
and light for her to see out, and for others to be voyeuristic, and
to look in. She was being turned and rocked at for a while, and
occasionally poked (but she didn't seem to be all that ticklish)
After she was released, I was sitting in it (it's really quite
comfortable).
I'd been wearing my "Are you Ticklish?" t-shirt all day, and people
kept saying yes, or I'm not sure, to whom I'd turn and show them the
"Prove it!" written on the back. I'd already made plans earlier to
tickle my friend Julie who makes a delightful"heeheehee" when her
belly button is tickled, but she's pretty off the wall everywhere.
Julie was getting a foot rub from my slave, while I was rocking in
the chain cage next to her talking, when a young married couple came
up to me, and the wife wanted to know if my slave could also give her
a foot rub. I said yes, she then graciously (or sadistically, take
your pick) pointed out that her husband was ticklish, and offered
him to me to tickle. Or, anything else I wanted! Some people are
so generous. Wonderfully enough, she's also not ticklish,
MUCH to his dismay.
I had him sit in the chain cage, with the door open, from the back,
tickled his neck, which wasn't very reactionary, then moved on to his
sides, which WERE, but he kept putting his arms down, so I moved to
the front of the cage, and had him put his arms through the holes.
Even though he occasionally moved them, he was great at actually keeping
his arms up throughout the tickling. When I was at the front, I mercilessly
tickled his upper body, ribs, and he kept laughing and squirming.
One of the funny things was that his feet could touch the floor,
so he'd try to back up, but because the cage moved, as I kept backing
up with him, he'd get in a position which exposed even more of his
ticklish spots!
His wife kindly informed me that his feet were a great spot, so I
removed one sandal and raked my fingers over his soles. He said
that the lighter touches felt good, but didn't tickle, but on top
of his foot, the lighter touches drove him CRAZY, and doing that
and tickling the bottoms at the same time was even better. I probably
tickled him for about 45 min, then tied him in with some rope, and
left him under the watchful care of his wife, while I went to tickle
Julie some more 🙂
Lee
There`s nothing quite like contrasting tickles!
