This story combines the events of two sessions I had with the amazing "Mistress Red." I think you will enjoy.
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An angel passed through my life last night. But I didn’t realize it right away, because the angel was disguised in devil’s clothing.
Mistress Red entered her domain and removed her jacket to reveal a stunning black and white dress. The sheer summery fabric gently caressed her skin. And the shoes… those shoes! They’re back! I had not seen them in months! Michael Kors stilettos with 5 leather straps and steel buckles encasing each foot in decadent bondage. Just the sight of Mistress Red walking in the door would leave me in a state of euphoria for months. And we were just getting started.
Mistress Red sat on the couch and selected a cooling peppermint cream for her foot massage. I knelt on the floor and slowly kissed each foot, inhaling deeply each time to intoxicate myself on the rich aroma of the leather. I removed each shoe and gently kissed her soft bare feet, lingering over each toe. I then proceeded with her foot massage as she ate her sushi.
After the massage, I was granted permission to lick whipped cream from her toes. I covered each toe twice with cream and took her toes into my mouth. First one at a time, then two. I wanted to be very thorough and make sure all the whipped cream was removed, especially between the toes. As my tongue went between each toe, I heard gentle moans coming from Mistress Red. I better spend extra time on this task – don’t want to leave any cream behind!
When all the whipped cream was removed, I proceed to strip and move over to the bed without being told. I extended all my limbs as she attached the leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Mistress Red stood over my naked, exposed body and informed me that I would receive two special gifts. She reached into her bag to reveal the first – her new “magic wand”, with a feather tickler at one end and a whip at the other. Mistress Red let me know that I was supposed to receive this as a Christmas gift… but her and Mistress Blue were having too much fun using it on each other.
As for the second gift… she disappeared around the corner. It was the angel who returned. Mistress Red had removed her dress to reveal an absolutely gorgeous white lace bra and panty combination. I was in complete awe of this beautiful woman in front of me… until I remembered she was about to use every method of torture at her disposal to try to break me.
The two gifts came together as one, as she picked up the new toy to start. The two ends worked well with the Mistress’ personality – tease an area with the feather ball, then turn it around and whip that same spot. She used that technique repeatedly to find out which parts of my body gave the biggest reaction.
Then it was time to focus on a prime tickling spot – the feet. She started with an electric toothbrush in each hand, covering the entire sole, working over the tip of each toe, ramming the toothbrushes between the toes, and back to the soles again. Once the nerves of my feet had been woken up by the brushes, the Whartenberg wheels were even more devastating. Mistress Red began slowly rolling the wheels up and down the soles, then increasing the speed gradually until she reached the point where she was moving her arms as fast as she could until she tired out. I was already short of breath from laughing so much.
Mistress Red grabbed a collection of her favorite toys and threw them on the bed beside me, then kneeled on the bed between my legs. She used her knees to push my legs as far apart as possible. The electric toothbrushes returned, finding all of my most ticklish spots. On top of my knees and legs. Digging deep into my belly button. Dragging along the bottom of my belly, making me thrash from side to side. Then going underneath my knees, making me pop up on the bed, as far as my restraints would allow. I wanted to roll my head back and close my eyes with each attack, but that would deprive me of the sight of this beautiful woman wearing such a special outfit.
The toothbrushes were tossed aside for the Fukuako gloves. Ten tiny little vibrating fingertips, ready to do Mistress Red’s bidding. She started rubbing them up and down my legs, giving a very ticklish massage. Each time her fingers came ever so closer to my balls, producing a moan from me when a finger would softly graze them. Her hands then went to my sides, and I would foolishly try to crunch my belly, hoping somehow that I could become small enough to avoid her torture. The vibrating fingers then attacked on my nipples, gently caressing the top, then squeezing them hard between the thumb and finger. Mistress Red leaned in closer, bringing her face closer to mine, leaving me no doubt who was in control.
She jumped down off the bed and shoved the Hitachi magic wand under my balls and turned it on high. Mistress Red picked up two Sonic Scrubbers and a bottle of lotion. She again sat between my legs, positioning herself onto the vibrator handle. No sense having all the fun for myself! The angel turned into artist, drawing designs on my belly with the lotion and using the scrubbers to clean them off again. Each picture tickled more than the last. The final splash of lotion was saved for my penis. The scrubbers came in and worked me to a full release.
But the angel had one last devilish trick in her. Mistress Red picked up two electric flossers and started digging them hard into my soles. She knows that I become much more ticklish after I cum, and she was taking full advantage of it. I was screaming more than I was laughing, desperately trying to withstand as much as possible. She laughed along with me, knowing that she was going to break me. I don’t know how long I endured the torture until I screamed the safeword, Pineapple!
Mistress Red put her dress back on as I removed all of my cuffs. There was one final element to tonight’s celebration – cake! Of course, it had to be red velvet cake for Mistress Red. After handing a piece to her, she said that I would not be getting a slice. Instead, she instructed me to put the cake on the floor in front of her. She smashed her feet into the cake, and I knelt on the floor licking every little bit of it off of her toes and soles. Good thing I was hungry enough to ask for seconds. Now every time I even see a red velvet cake in the bakery, the taste of that cake that night lingers in my mind.
After enduring the cold cake, I brought her feet back to normal temperature by massaging the soles with a thermal pedicure scrub. It was the only way to thank Mistress Red for creating such an amazing celebration!
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An angel passed through my life last night. But I didn’t realize it right away, because the angel was disguised in devil’s clothing.
Mistress Red entered her domain and removed her jacket to reveal a stunning black and white dress. The sheer summery fabric gently caressed her skin. And the shoes… those shoes! They’re back! I had not seen them in months! Michael Kors stilettos with 5 leather straps and steel buckles encasing each foot in decadent bondage. Just the sight of Mistress Red walking in the door would leave me in a state of euphoria for months. And we were just getting started.
Mistress Red sat on the couch and selected a cooling peppermint cream for her foot massage. I knelt on the floor and slowly kissed each foot, inhaling deeply each time to intoxicate myself on the rich aroma of the leather. I removed each shoe and gently kissed her soft bare feet, lingering over each toe. I then proceeded with her foot massage as she ate her sushi.
After the massage, I was granted permission to lick whipped cream from her toes. I covered each toe twice with cream and took her toes into my mouth. First one at a time, then two. I wanted to be very thorough and make sure all the whipped cream was removed, especially between the toes. As my tongue went between each toe, I heard gentle moans coming from Mistress Red. I better spend extra time on this task – don’t want to leave any cream behind!
When all the whipped cream was removed, I proceed to strip and move over to the bed without being told. I extended all my limbs as she attached the leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Mistress Red stood over my naked, exposed body and informed me that I would receive two special gifts. She reached into her bag to reveal the first – her new “magic wand”, with a feather tickler at one end and a whip at the other. Mistress Red let me know that I was supposed to receive this as a Christmas gift… but her and Mistress Blue were having too much fun using it on each other.
As for the second gift… she disappeared around the corner. It was the angel who returned. Mistress Red had removed her dress to reveal an absolutely gorgeous white lace bra and panty combination. I was in complete awe of this beautiful woman in front of me… until I remembered she was about to use every method of torture at her disposal to try to break me.
The two gifts came together as one, as she picked up the new toy to start. The two ends worked well with the Mistress’ personality – tease an area with the feather ball, then turn it around and whip that same spot. She used that technique repeatedly to find out which parts of my body gave the biggest reaction.
Then it was time to focus on a prime tickling spot – the feet. She started with an electric toothbrush in each hand, covering the entire sole, working over the tip of each toe, ramming the toothbrushes between the toes, and back to the soles again. Once the nerves of my feet had been woken up by the brushes, the Whartenberg wheels were even more devastating. Mistress Red began slowly rolling the wheels up and down the soles, then increasing the speed gradually until she reached the point where she was moving her arms as fast as she could until she tired out. I was already short of breath from laughing so much.
Mistress Red grabbed a collection of her favorite toys and threw them on the bed beside me, then kneeled on the bed between my legs. She used her knees to push my legs as far apart as possible. The electric toothbrushes returned, finding all of my most ticklish spots. On top of my knees and legs. Digging deep into my belly button. Dragging along the bottom of my belly, making me thrash from side to side. Then going underneath my knees, making me pop up on the bed, as far as my restraints would allow. I wanted to roll my head back and close my eyes with each attack, but that would deprive me of the sight of this beautiful woman wearing such a special outfit.
The toothbrushes were tossed aside for the Fukuako gloves. Ten tiny little vibrating fingertips, ready to do Mistress Red’s bidding. She started rubbing them up and down my legs, giving a very ticklish massage. Each time her fingers came ever so closer to my balls, producing a moan from me when a finger would softly graze them. Her hands then went to my sides, and I would foolishly try to crunch my belly, hoping somehow that I could become small enough to avoid her torture. The vibrating fingers then attacked on my nipples, gently caressing the top, then squeezing them hard between the thumb and finger. Mistress Red leaned in closer, bringing her face closer to mine, leaving me no doubt who was in control.
She jumped down off the bed and shoved the Hitachi magic wand under my balls and turned it on high. Mistress Red picked up two Sonic Scrubbers and a bottle of lotion. She again sat between my legs, positioning herself onto the vibrator handle. No sense having all the fun for myself! The angel turned into artist, drawing designs on my belly with the lotion and using the scrubbers to clean them off again. Each picture tickled more than the last. The final splash of lotion was saved for my penis. The scrubbers came in and worked me to a full release.
But the angel had one last devilish trick in her. Mistress Red picked up two electric flossers and started digging them hard into my soles. She knows that I become much more ticklish after I cum, and she was taking full advantage of it. I was screaming more than I was laughing, desperately trying to withstand as much as possible. She laughed along with me, knowing that she was going to break me. I don’t know how long I endured the torture until I screamed the safeword, Pineapple!
Mistress Red put her dress back on as I removed all of my cuffs. There was one final element to tonight’s celebration – cake! Of course, it had to be red velvet cake for Mistress Red. After handing a piece to her, she said that I would not be getting a slice. Instead, she instructed me to put the cake on the floor in front of her. She smashed her feet into the cake, and I knelt on the floor licking every little bit of it off of her toes and soles. Good thing I was hungry enough to ask for seconds. Now every time I even see a red velvet cake in the bakery, the taste of that cake that night lingers in my mind.
After enduring the cold cake, I brought her feet back to normal temperature by massaging the soles with a thermal pedicure scrub. It was the only way to thank Mistress Red for creating such an amazing celebration!
Thanks for sharing the experience here. 
