I have been very fortunate to have several sessions with Mistress Mia at The Hidden Chamber (http://www.thehiddenchamber.com/mistresses/mia.htm). They have all been truly memorable, but here's the story for one of our "Greatest Hits": the four-hour marathon.
The story involves tickle torture, nipple play and foot worship, and a special surprise guest in a cameo appearance!
I hope you enjoy the story, and if you get the chance, call the Hidden Chamber and meet the wonderful, talented Mistress Mia for yourself! - "Than"
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It was going to be a night unlike any I had ever experienced before.
It was a night that would push me to my boundaries.
And I asked – no, begged for it to happen.
Four hours.
I had never been bound for four straight hours. I had never been tickled for four straight hours. And here I was, asking for both to happen. Together.
And I had asked Mistress Mia to make it happen. In our previous sessions together, I was pretty much wrecked after just two hours. And now here I was, going double or nothing.
What in the blue hell was I thinking?
Didn’t matter now. Here I was, standing naked in front of Mistress Mia, waiting… fearing… anticipating the experience.
That experience began by standing with my back against one of the heavy wooden posts of the bed. Mistress Mia used her special bondage tape around my chest and ankles to make sure I didn’t leave that spot. My arms remained free – for now.
The torture began innocently enough with light, gentle raking of her fingernails. Across my belly. Up the sides. Behind the neck. Down the legs. Every touch sending a call to action for my nerve endings. When she began working on the feet, the laughter started. Going a little faster on the top of the feet, digging a finger between the toes, then raking a nail along the arch – everything was a prelude for the trouble I was in. The tickling picked up speed, but then her fingers darted to my nipples. “I need a place to keep my fingers warm, Than. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not, Mistress Mia.”
“That’s good, because you really didn’t have a choice, did you?” Her warm smile slowly morphed into something more wicked and sinister.
Just a few minutes of nipple play brought on a full erection. It sensitized my entire body, so when she resumed the tickling, it quickly became torture. As much as I wanted to squirm away, Mistress Mia’s tape held me exactly where she wanted me.
A pair of scissors released me from the first round. A quick swig of sports drink was all that separated me from the second round. I sat on the chair, while the tape again guaranteed my immobility. Around my upper chest to keep me in the chair; around my wrists to keep my arms behind the chair. I extended my legs onto another chair placed directly in front of me, with my feet extended through the back of the chair. More tape to keep my legs tightly together.
She dragged a bench into position just below my feet. Mistress Mia carefully placed all of her tools (or is that my tools? why am I providing the instruments of my destruction?) on the bench, then sat down beside. “Than, you brought such wonderful brushes for me to play with. I am going to try them all on your feet to see which one is the most ticklish!”
The art brushes were first. Quite the assortment from the crafts store – large, coarse paint brushes, stencil brushes with a tight cylindrical cluster of bristles. The fan brush was the worst – she deftly got between each toe, and snuck around the tops as well. My laughter was already bringing tears at this point.
On to the battery operated selection. Pulsar toothbrush first. The vibrating plastic cleaners between the bristles are unbearable. I tried to pull away, but had nowhere to go. Mistress Mia added some foot lotion onto the brush and started working that in. Even more unbearable – at first, it becomes more ticklish, then a little bit of discomfort mixes in with the tickling. Once the soles were coated with lotion, the flossers really did their damage. One little touch against the middle of my soles had me yelling at the top of my lungs.
“Than, would you mind if I brought Mistress Rebecca in for a little bit? I want to show her how much fun we have in here.”
“As you wish, Mistress Mia.” Seeing Mistress Mia’s smile appear was more than fair trade for the embarrassment I was about to endure.
Mistress Mia returned with Mistress Rebecca. As she looked upon this bound figure before her, she greeted me with, “Awww, how cute!” Mistress Mia showed Mistress Rebecca all of the different brushes and how she used them, complete with (very ticklish) demonstrations. Mistress Rebecca was all too eager to try. Mistress Mia handed her one of the electric toothbrushes. Mistress Rebecca stuck it under my armpits while Mistress Mia used another on my sole. Mistress Rebecca was pleased with my laughter.
“Not only is he ticklish, but his nipples are SOOOO sensitive.” Mistress Mia brought her toothbrush up to my chest. When Mistress Rebecca followed suit, the moans never stopped coming from my lips. Mistress Mia tried to find a way to stick the brush underneath the bondage tape to keep the sensation going for a while. “It you turn it the other way, it should stay better,” I suggested. “Oh, and he’s so helpful, too!”, exclaimed Mistress Rebecca. With both toothbrushes in place, they each grabbed a flosser and went back to their spots for a few minutes.
“Thank you so much for sharing this experience with me today, Than”
“I am honored that you wanted to join us, Mistress Rebecca. Thank you.”
As she left the room, Mistress Mia dug out a pair of scissors and started cutting through the tape encircling my body. “I need better access. Let’s get you up on the bed.”
I crawled up into place on the bondage bed. Mistress Mia used rope to secure my wrists to the posts and tied more around my thighs to keep me firmly down on the table. Ankles brought together with tape. The soles of my feet, side by side, positioned for the upcoming assault.
“I have something new for you, Than. You know I have SOOOOO much fun warming up your nipples. I want to make sure they stay nice and warm even while I’m not torturing them.”
To make sure I was even more confused, Mistress Mia started by picking up two ice cubes – I thought she said “warm.” But these were only playful teases to get my nipples hard and, more importantly, wet. They needed to be wet, so that the cinnamon Listerine breath strips could stick. One on each nipple, pressed down into place with an ice cube.
“How does that feel, Than?”
“Nothing yet. I don’t feel… oh boy. Oh my. Wow, that’s getting warm quickly!”
“Good. That’s exactly what I had in mind.”
“Mistress Mia, you know these strips are supposed to last for hours?”
“Hmmm. Guess you learn something new every day.”
Mistress Mia pulled up a chair to the foot of the bed – and the feet of her slave. “Now I think it’s time we get to the advance tickle torture. What do you think about that?”
Before I could answer, she grabbed my left foot and started digging her nails into the sole. Within seconds, I was already hysterical. “Oh, Than, I think you’re overreacting. This is just a little tickle.”
“No. <breath> No. <breath> Not over <breath> reacting.”
She applied some lotion onto two of the electric toothbrushes, and began working the lotion into my soles. The slickness made the returning finger attack even more unbearable.
She stopped to check on my burning nipples. “Let’s make sure the breath strips get in there completely.” Two more toothbrushes were taped to my chest, the brushes pressing firmly against the nipples. As soon as the switches were pressed, loud moans escaped my mouth. The moans were replaced with laughter as Mistress Mia returned to her chair and resumed the foot attack.
It felt like the foot tickling went on forever. There were quick moments of relief, but only when switching from the soles to behind the knees and back again. My laughter turned into screaming as it became unbearable, then silent laughter as I struggled for more air. At this point, I seriously doubted I was going to make it four hours.
Mistress Mia sensed that as well. “I think we’ll give these feet a break. But don’t get comfortable – I’ll be back there before we’re done!”
She placed a chair above me on the bed. My large upper body just barely squeezed between the legs of the chair. Mistress Mia made sure the electric toothbrushes were still going and positioned on top of my nipples. Even though she was taking a break, the torture would continue.
Mistress Mia removed her shoes, climbed up onto the bed and sat down in the chair. Without saying a word, she began rubbing the soles of her feet on my face. I have always admired women’s feet, and Mistress Mia’s were the most beautiful pair I had ever seen. But I had never realized the power of foot worship until now. A rush of energy came over me as I began to kiss the soles, lick the sides and swallow as many toes as I could. Mistress Mia stopped for a minute to press down on the electric toothbrushes as if there were two sadistic gas pedals. Then it became a challenge to see how many toes I could fit in my mouth. One, then two, then three, made it to four. Could I stretch to get all five? No.
She climbed down and went over to the collection of tools. She picked up the paint brushes and returned to the foot of the bed. This time, with the lotion in place, the harder brushes were brutal. My screams of laughter filled the room. When she was finished, she used baby wipes to clean my soles. That may have been the most sensitive part of the entire night!
My left hand was cut loose from the tape. She removed the two toothbrushes and began flicking my nipples with her fingers – gently to start, then increasing harder, then squeezing them. As I finished, she spent the final two minutes twisting as hard as she could. The mix of pain with satisfaction was a perfect ending.
I had survived my four hours with Mistress Mia. But things had changed from the time I entered. I now belonged to her.
The story involves tickle torture, nipple play and foot worship, and a special surprise guest in a cameo appearance!
I hope you enjoy the story, and if you get the chance, call the Hidden Chamber and meet the wonderful, talented Mistress Mia for yourself! - "Than"
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It was going to be a night unlike any I had ever experienced before.
It was a night that would push me to my boundaries.
And I asked – no, begged for it to happen.
Four hours.
I had never been bound for four straight hours. I had never been tickled for four straight hours. And here I was, asking for both to happen. Together.
And I had asked Mistress Mia to make it happen. In our previous sessions together, I was pretty much wrecked after just two hours. And now here I was, going double or nothing.
What in the blue hell was I thinking?
Didn’t matter now. Here I was, standing naked in front of Mistress Mia, waiting… fearing… anticipating the experience.
That experience began by standing with my back against one of the heavy wooden posts of the bed. Mistress Mia used her special bondage tape around my chest and ankles to make sure I didn’t leave that spot. My arms remained free – for now.
The torture began innocently enough with light, gentle raking of her fingernails. Across my belly. Up the sides. Behind the neck. Down the legs. Every touch sending a call to action for my nerve endings. When she began working on the feet, the laughter started. Going a little faster on the top of the feet, digging a finger between the toes, then raking a nail along the arch – everything was a prelude for the trouble I was in. The tickling picked up speed, but then her fingers darted to my nipples. “I need a place to keep my fingers warm, Than. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not, Mistress Mia.”
“That’s good, because you really didn’t have a choice, did you?” Her warm smile slowly morphed into something more wicked and sinister.
Just a few minutes of nipple play brought on a full erection. It sensitized my entire body, so when she resumed the tickling, it quickly became torture. As much as I wanted to squirm away, Mistress Mia’s tape held me exactly where she wanted me.
A pair of scissors released me from the first round. A quick swig of sports drink was all that separated me from the second round. I sat on the chair, while the tape again guaranteed my immobility. Around my upper chest to keep me in the chair; around my wrists to keep my arms behind the chair. I extended my legs onto another chair placed directly in front of me, with my feet extended through the back of the chair. More tape to keep my legs tightly together.
She dragged a bench into position just below my feet. Mistress Mia carefully placed all of her tools (or is that my tools? why am I providing the instruments of my destruction?) on the bench, then sat down beside. “Than, you brought such wonderful brushes for me to play with. I am going to try them all on your feet to see which one is the most ticklish!”
The art brushes were first. Quite the assortment from the crafts store – large, coarse paint brushes, stencil brushes with a tight cylindrical cluster of bristles. The fan brush was the worst – she deftly got between each toe, and snuck around the tops as well. My laughter was already bringing tears at this point.
On to the battery operated selection. Pulsar toothbrush first. The vibrating plastic cleaners between the bristles are unbearable. I tried to pull away, but had nowhere to go. Mistress Mia added some foot lotion onto the brush and started working that in. Even more unbearable – at first, it becomes more ticklish, then a little bit of discomfort mixes in with the tickling. Once the soles were coated with lotion, the flossers really did their damage. One little touch against the middle of my soles had me yelling at the top of my lungs.
“Than, would you mind if I brought Mistress Rebecca in for a little bit? I want to show her how much fun we have in here.”
“As you wish, Mistress Mia.” Seeing Mistress Mia’s smile appear was more than fair trade for the embarrassment I was about to endure.
Mistress Mia returned with Mistress Rebecca. As she looked upon this bound figure before her, she greeted me with, “Awww, how cute!” Mistress Mia showed Mistress Rebecca all of the different brushes and how she used them, complete with (very ticklish) demonstrations. Mistress Rebecca was all too eager to try. Mistress Mia handed her one of the electric toothbrushes. Mistress Rebecca stuck it under my armpits while Mistress Mia used another on my sole. Mistress Rebecca was pleased with my laughter.
“Not only is he ticklish, but his nipples are SOOOO sensitive.” Mistress Mia brought her toothbrush up to my chest. When Mistress Rebecca followed suit, the moans never stopped coming from my lips. Mistress Mia tried to find a way to stick the brush underneath the bondage tape to keep the sensation going for a while. “It you turn it the other way, it should stay better,” I suggested. “Oh, and he’s so helpful, too!”, exclaimed Mistress Rebecca. With both toothbrushes in place, they each grabbed a flosser and went back to their spots for a few minutes.
“Thank you so much for sharing this experience with me today, Than”
“I am honored that you wanted to join us, Mistress Rebecca. Thank you.”
As she left the room, Mistress Mia dug out a pair of scissors and started cutting through the tape encircling my body. “I need better access. Let’s get you up on the bed.”
I crawled up into place on the bondage bed. Mistress Mia used rope to secure my wrists to the posts and tied more around my thighs to keep me firmly down on the table. Ankles brought together with tape. The soles of my feet, side by side, positioned for the upcoming assault.
“I have something new for you, Than. You know I have SOOOOO much fun warming up your nipples. I want to make sure they stay nice and warm even while I’m not torturing them.”
To make sure I was even more confused, Mistress Mia started by picking up two ice cubes – I thought she said “warm.” But these were only playful teases to get my nipples hard and, more importantly, wet. They needed to be wet, so that the cinnamon Listerine breath strips could stick. One on each nipple, pressed down into place with an ice cube.
“How does that feel, Than?”
“Nothing yet. I don’t feel… oh boy. Oh my. Wow, that’s getting warm quickly!”
“Good. That’s exactly what I had in mind.”
“Mistress Mia, you know these strips are supposed to last for hours?”
“Hmmm. Guess you learn something new every day.”
Mistress Mia pulled up a chair to the foot of the bed – and the feet of her slave. “Now I think it’s time we get to the advance tickle torture. What do you think about that?”
Before I could answer, she grabbed my left foot and started digging her nails into the sole. Within seconds, I was already hysterical. “Oh, Than, I think you’re overreacting. This is just a little tickle.”
“No. <breath> No. <breath> Not over <breath> reacting.”
She applied some lotion onto two of the electric toothbrushes, and began working the lotion into my soles. The slickness made the returning finger attack even more unbearable.
She stopped to check on my burning nipples. “Let’s make sure the breath strips get in there completely.” Two more toothbrushes were taped to my chest, the brushes pressing firmly against the nipples. As soon as the switches were pressed, loud moans escaped my mouth. The moans were replaced with laughter as Mistress Mia returned to her chair and resumed the foot attack.
It felt like the foot tickling went on forever. There were quick moments of relief, but only when switching from the soles to behind the knees and back again. My laughter turned into screaming as it became unbearable, then silent laughter as I struggled for more air. At this point, I seriously doubted I was going to make it four hours.
Mistress Mia sensed that as well. “I think we’ll give these feet a break. But don’t get comfortable – I’ll be back there before we’re done!”
She placed a chair above me on the bed. My large upper body just barely squeezed between the legs of the chair. Mistress Mia made sure the electric toothbrushes were still going and positioned on top of my nipples. Even though she was taking a break, the torture would continue.
Mistress Mia removed her shoes, climbed up onto the bed and sat down in the chair. Without saying a word, she began rubbing the soles of her feet on my face. I have always admired women’s feet, and Mistress Mia’s were the most beautiful pair I had ever seen. But I had never realized the power of foot worship until now. A rush of energy came over me as I began to kiss the soles, lick the sides and swallow as many toes as I could. Mistress Mia stopped for a minute to press down on the electric toothbrushes as if there were two sadistic gas pedals. Then it became a challenge to see how many toes I could fit in my mouth. One, then two, then three, made it to four. Could I stretch to get all five? No.
She climbed down and went over to the collection of tools. She picked up the paint brushes and returned to the foot of the bed. This time, with the lotion in place, the harder brushes were brutal. My screams of laughter filled the room. When she was finished, she used baby wipes to clean my soles. That may have been the most sensitive part of the entire night!
My left hand was cut loose from the tape. She removed the two toothbrushes and began flicking my nipples with her fingers – gently to start, then increasing harder, then squeezing them. As I finished, she spent the final two minutes twisting as hard as she could. The mix of pain with satisfaction was a perfect ending.
I had survived my four hours with Mistress Mia. But things had changed from the time I entered. I now belonged to her.
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sadistic tickler.
