Sometimes it’s good to be a bit… un-normal. Your brain has the freedom to create some of the weirdest stuff ever imagined. Things the outside world never would understand.
Eventually you find people who are also wired differently, who understand what you are thinking. If you’re lucky, some of them will help you exchange those ideas for actions. The wonderful members of The Hidden Chamber are a fabulous example of that kind of group.
If you are really lucky, there will be one special person who not only understands and acts, but inspires new directions that even you are surprised to discover. Mistress Mia is my muse.
It was time to celebrate my thirty-mumble birthday. “Normal” people would go to a fine restaurant or a show. Not me. My celebration would include a three-hour stint with Mistress Mia at the HC.
I was given some weird looks when I walked in with four bags in my arms. Mistress Mia entered the Red Room while I was unpacking. “What’s all this?”
“First, your tools, Mistress Mia. Pulsar toothbrushes. Electric flossers. Another assortment of art brushes.
“Second, well, this is a birthday party. What does a birthday party need?”
Mistress Mia looked stumped. “Uhhh….”
“A cake!” Mistress Mia’s eyes widened as I pulled out a chocolate mousse layer cake. “Need some other snacks, too.” Whipped cream. Strawberries. Marshmallow fluff.
“Third, a birthday party needs a gift. But today, the gift is for you, Mistress Mia.”
She unwrapped the package I hand to her to reveal warming grapefruit foot scrub. “That’s awesome! We will try this out today.”
I was instructed to spread out a mat on the floor and lie down. Mistress Mia sat down in a chair at the head of the mat. She removed her shoes and began to rub her feet all over my face. I did my best to kiss every part of her soles.
The worship continued with the foot massage. The scrub has two components. First, the grapefruit cream is spread across the soles. Then, a few sprays of the peptide activator create the warming. Mistress Mia’s eyes rolled back into her head. “Than, that feels wonnnnnnderful.” I think she may have purred during the massage.
After rinsing off the scrub, I learned what my reward would be as Mistress Mia grabbed the can of whipped cream from the table. I completely devoured my dessert of sweetly-covered toes. My favorite!!!
It was now my turn to site in the chair. With my arms against the sides of the chair, bondage tape was wrapped tightly around my upper body and the back of the chair. I put my legs across the bench positioned in front of the chair. My ankles were constricted together.
“Now, Than, I have all of these tools to torture your with. And you’re not getting out of that chair until I have tried every single one!”
The attack on my feet was unrelenting and merciless for 30 solid minutes. The variety of tickle tools put me at a disadvantage, because as soon as I got accustomed to the feeling of one attack, Mistress Mia switched to a different sensation. The art brushes provided enough variety on their own. The round, hard-bristled stencil brushes dug into the soles, while the thin fan brush worked deftly between the toes. There must be a gazillion nerve endings next to the big toe, and Mistress Mia made sure to activate every one of them. Then the electric toothbrushes (used vigorously with lotion) had me screaming for mercy. The switch to fingernails, clawing fast and furious down my soles, took away the screams as I gasped for air while trying to laugh. Electric flossers do a wonderful job in delivering an intense point attack, causing me to try to yank my bound legs away in vain. One more round of toothbrush torture, juuuuust in case I forgot what that felt like.
“Alright, Than, it’s time for your cake! Do you want it just be the two of us, or should I invite in some of the other girls?”
“I would be honored to have your friends join the party.”
“Cool! Oh, this is going to be fabulous…” Her voice trails off as she walks out the door.
Within a minute, a parade of the HC’s finest burst through the door. After renewing greetings with the hostess, I am introduced to the three V’s: Mistresses Veronica, Vivian and Vanessa. Mistress Mia’s smile can not be contained. “Ready?!? Happy birthday to you…”
I am being serenaded by five gorgeous women (predominately clad in leather) while I stand naked next to a cake with five lit candles. Did I mention anything about people who are wired differently? I did? Good. Now you have your proof that we exist.
“…HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!” I received a smack on the ass as I blow out my candles. Plates of cake and strawberries are passed around to the partygoers. Mistress Mia picks up a jar. “What is Fluff?”
“It’s liquid marshmallow. You’ve never had Fluff? Have a taste.”
Mistress Mia takes a spoonful, and we all laugh as her eyes bug out. “Oh wow. That is pure sugar. I like it!” Our guests finish their cake and say their goodbyes.
“Up on the bed,” ordered Mistress Mia. “You haven’t been properly tortured for your birthday.”
I was bound spread-eagle on the bed. Mistress Mia immediately starts attacking my soles with her nails. Even after the party break, I am still extremely sensitized from the chair torture. Each nail is sending shocks of electricity up my leg. I’m already trying to break through my bonds, and the attack has just started!
Mistress Mia strolls up beside me with two toothbrushes and the jar of grapefruit scrub. A grin appears as she dips the brushes into the jar and applies a healthy dose onto my nipples. The grin widens as she applies the warming spray. As the scrub is worked in with the electric toothbrushes, my penis is ready to explode.
“Than, I want you to have a foot scrub as well. Of course, it will be torture for you.” The same treatment is applied to my soles. I am laughing hysterically as more electric brushes treat me to my “massage”.
“OK then, time for the heavy torture!!!” She throws the brushes to the ground and starts raking her nails rapidly down my soles. Now I’m laughing silently, gasping for air, trying to lift off of the bed in vain. She grabs my left ankle and goes crazy on that foot. I try to keep my foot still for my mistress, but I can’t help but to curl up my toes. Mistress Mia then holds down my right leg and attacks there. I’m just about ready to beg for mercy when she lets go.
“Alright, Than, I think you’ve been tortured enough.” She starts to untie my arm.
“Mistress Mia, I am so thankful you didn’t bring the party guests back for a tickle attack.”
“Oh, Than! What a wonderful idea!” My arm gets tied right back where it was. Me and my big mouth…
…leads to four women ready to have fun at my expense. “I claim this foot!”, shouts Mistress Mia, while two of the V’s are beside me. “Ready? NOW!!!” Five fingers on each sole, ten on my upper chest, ten more around my groin. Nonstop laughter escapes my mouth for the ensuing five minutes.
The torture finally stops. As they leave, Mistress Veronica looks at me. As I desperately gasp for air, she says, “You have a cute laugh. We were listening to you the entire time.”
Mistress Mia unties my hand and climbs up onto the bed. She stands above me and holds a beautiful foot above my face. I suck on her toes and stroke my cock until the end.
“Thank you for everything, Mistress Mia. This was a wonderful celebration.”
