TheTicklist
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I wanted to share my tickle encounter with Mistress Feral of Passive Arts, Los Angeles. It was in a word.. amazing. For me, where tickles are few and far between, any tickle is a great tickle. This encounter with Feral, was (beating a literary dead horse) amazing.
I had corresponded with Feral several times before deciding to take the plunge. You see, I wasn't sure how I would respond to intense tickling. I wasn't sure how ticklish I was, or how much I could take. I just know I wanted to try it and I was convinced she was the person for me. I also was nervous about bondage in general. After all, I'm kind of a fan of my limbs and I like to let them roam free.
In short.. I was a little scared.
After meeting her, I told her about my trepidations about bondage, and torture. She immediately understood what I needed and what I was talking about. I still had some jitters, given Feral's reputation for intense tickling and torture but she re-assured me and we went into the Elizabethan room.
I lay down.. scared.. nervous.. ready to flee.. ready to yell "STOP" when Feral started working her magic. Without bondage, and with barely a touch, she had me giggling and squirming like I never had before. With the gentlest touch, and soothing little teasing words, I was laughing like a ninny and wriggling like a carp thrown into a fishing boat.
Her fingernails found every known spot (sugar spots) as she called them, and created at least a half dozen tickle spots, I never even knew existed.
I say "created" because she has such a unique touch, and such a teasing, witty manner, that these spots would never have become spots, without her nurturing. Be warned - this lady can actually manufacture tickle spots. (Thanks Feral..as if I wasn't bad enough already).
She basically played my body like an harpist in the philharmonic. Her fingers scampered on my body faster than I my nerves could follow. My skin was always guessing what.. .where... .how?
And she had at least a half dozen little tickle tricks that just devastated me : writing with a quill on my feet.. sitting between my legs and attacking my inner thighs... tiptoeing under my armpits, tickling my little body hairs until I was blanketed in goosebumps.
At the end of 45 minutes, it felt like I had been laughing my whole life. I left, exhilirated, exhausted, tickled..and in a little bit of a state of shock. If you think you're ticklish, you really don't know how ticklish until you've been with Ms. Feral.
And most of all, if you are like me, and you are looknig for more of a playful, affectionate, sensual, tickle and are not a big fan of the dungeons and doom type of tickle torture, then if you are in Los Angeles, give Mistress Feral at Passive Arts a try. She understands the whole tickle prism, and no matter what you are into as a ticklee, I know she can deliver.
Thanks Feral.
(sigh) 🙂
I had corresponded with Feral several times before deciding to take the plunge. You see, I wasn't sure how I would respond to intense tickling. I wasn't sure how ticklish I was, or how much I could take. I just know I wanted to try it and I was convinced she was the person for me. I also was nervous about bondage in general. After all, I'm kind of a fan of my limbs and I like to let them roam free.
In short.. I was a little scared.
After meeting her, I told her about my trepidations about bondage, and torture. She immediately understood what I needed and what I was talking about. I still had some jitters, given Feral's reputation for intense tickling and torture but she re-assured me and we went into the Elizabethan room.
I lay down.. scared.. nervous.. ready to flee.. ready to yell "STOP" when Feral started working her magic. Without bondage, and with barely a touch, she had me giggling and squirming like I never had before. With the gentlest touch, and soothing little teasing words, I was laughing like a ninny and wriggling like a carp thrown into a fishing boat.
Her fingernails found every known spot (sugar spots) as she called them, and created at least a half dozen tickle spots, I never even knew existed.
I say "created" because she has such a unique touch, and such a teasing, witty manner, that these spots would never have become spots, without her nurturing. Be warned - this lady can actually manufacture tickle spots. (Thanks Feral..as if I wasn't bad enough already).
She basically played my body like an harpist in the philharmonic. Her fingers scampered on my body faster than I my nerves could follow. My skin was always guessing what.. .where... .how?
And she had at least a half dozen little tickle tricks that just devastated me : writing with a quill on my feet.. sitting between my legs and attacking my inner thighs... tiptoeing under my armpits, tickling my little body hairs until I was blanketed in goosebumps.
At the end of 45 minutes, it felt like I had been laughing my whole life. I left, exhilirated, exhausted, tickled..and in a little bit of a state of shock. If you think you're ticklish, you really don't know how ticklish until you've been with Ms. Feral.
And most of all, if you are like me, and you are looknig for more of a playful, affectionate, sensual, tickle and are not a big fan of the dungeons and doom type of tickle torture, then if you are in Los Angeles, give Mistress Feral at Passive Arts a try. She understands the whole tickle prism, and no matter what you are into as a ticklee, I know she can deliver.
Thanks Feral.
(sigh) 🙂
Wow steph thats 
HOT!!! 
