BrightEyes1082
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I keep a blog, and my most recent entry included what I guess I'd
consider a tickling story. I don't normally go into that much depth
when describing tickling, but since I did this time, I thought I would
post my blog entry here. 🙂 This is a true story that happened to me
at a play party last Saturday with my owner. I hope you enjoy, and
thanks so much for reading.
Disclaimer: This contains vivid descriptions of hardcore s/m play between
a sadistic dominant over her masochistic submissive.
So many interesting things have been going on lately. We have been having quite a few intense playtimes, as well as in-depth correction and praise. You can read about the last one <a href="http://www.ticklingforum.com/blog.php?b=3140">here, on another blog</a> I keep. Last night we attended a play party at a friend's house. There were way more people than I anticipated, and I felt some anxiety as soon as we walked in the door. I feared that all eyes were on me, judging me. Miss Lee's first instruction was to pass around the appetizer we brought, and my heart jumped in my throat, and I couldn't do it. I was frozen in time. I was so completely anxiety ridden that I physically could not obey her. I took an anxiety pill, but before it could kick in, she was very angry with me. I went out there and passed out the food, but didn't do a very good job at all. In fact, I probably did a pretty bad job. I would say that she scolded me afterward, but that's too light for what really happened. I felt about two inches tall. When she was done, she led me upstairs, to the third floor, where some mattresses were set up (and, at the time, occupied) for play. She sat down in a chair, and told me to kneel down in front of her. She did this energy transfer, sucking out my negative energy, and injecting positive into me.
Her anger disappeared as soon as we left the kitchen, but I didn't know it at the time. Although, I can tell in her eyes when she's angry and when she isn't. Most others can't, but I know her eyes. I know them deeply. She tranced me and gave me a wonderful trigger to feed myself positivity. She held my head in her lap for what seemed like a long time, and I knew I was right where I needed to be. People were coming and going, and I barely noticed. She gripped me by the hair on the back of my head, just the way I love, and I knew for certain that she wasn't angry. She had the blissful look of sadism on her beautiful, angelic face. She began choking me, strangling me, and I even passed out. When I came to, she continued stabbing many of my pressure points with her fingers, all while holding me by the hair. She started slapping me hard across the face, and tears from the pain shot out of my eyes helplessly. I clinched them shut, and she commanded softly that I look her in the eye. She continued to slap me hard, on teach side of my face, and then would gently tickle which was unbearable with the blood so close to my skin, and my nerves on fire.
She shoved me backward, so that I was at an angle, looking up at her. She slapped me hard in my chest, above my breasts, and below my collarbone. The sting was excruciating, and I cried out in pain. She hit me again and again on both sides, still holding me by the hair, and alternating hands. Tears spilled down my cheeks, which, funnily enough, tickled my now hypersensitive face. This went on until she ordered me to turn around, and face away from her. She dug her fingers into my ribs, tickling up and down, and I giggled and whimpered from the tickling, and cried from the pain still radiating through my chest and face. Suddenly one of her hands gripped my shoulder, and she began forcefully punching me all over my back. I made small sounds with each punch, and it felt so good to me. She would pause for a bit and tickle my spine, then keep going. She pressed the pressure points on the sides of my thighs, and then performed this horrible twisting pinch on both of my forearms. I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming.
She turned me around again, and she had my head cradled in her lap sideways. She stabbed and poked around my chest and neck, searching for those pleasurable pressure points that we learned about at APEX a few weeks ago. I would wince and whimper each time she poked, and when she hit a pressure point, I was blissful. I could hear her giggle each time she found a good point. When one of the beds opened up, she led me over to it, and forced me face down. I had on not much of a top, which was held together with ribbons, and a fetishy mini-skirt. She straddled my waist, and assaulted my hypersensitive ass, and I screamed into the blankets before dissolving in laughter, and she used her hypno trigger of "bind" which locked my limbs in place, but didn't freeze me. I was free to thrash about, and that's exactly what I did. With one wrong movement, she thrust her hands into the crease of my inner thighs while simultaneously tickling my poor bottom, and I nearly bucked her off of me. I wanted to remain as quiet as possible, so as not to disturb the other people playing quietly in the room. But this was simply too much for me. She spent some time tickling down my legs, and when I managed to flip over at some point, she flipped my skirt up, and pulled my panties just far down enough to torment that sensitive underbelly. I was softly wailing, laughing, squealing, begging. She went from there to hips, from hips to pockets, from pockets back to squeezing the sweet spot underneath the ass, with her thumb locked on my inner thigh crease, and again I nearly hurled her into the air, laughing maniacally. She was on a rampage and there was no stopping it. This went on and on, and I was bound by my own mental bondage that she installed herself. By the time the tickling was over, I was a puddle. I don't remember much more of the night except for snuggling on the sofa downstairs until we left, and of crying sadly when we got to her house, where I had to drive the whole half-mile down the street at 3am desperate to know when I would see her. She lovingly held me and assured me that I could come over and work later that day.
We both needed sleep desperately, she had a headache from an adrenaline crash, and I was an emotional wreck from an endorphin crash (also known as subdrop). I went home gripping my arm, which is a trigger that causes me to think about Hello Kitty which leads to positive thinking. I went to sleep as soon as I got home, and I fell into my bed squeezing that spot on my arm, and funnily enough, woke up the same way about five hours later. I had such subdrop this morning that I self-medicated (and took my real meds) by cleaning and organizing things in my house. I was elated when she had me pick her up so we could run to a couple of stores together, and went back to her house so that I could continue the project we've been working on in her bathroom. I sanded and sanded the door, which put layers of dust that took several times of using the shop vac, followed by wet rags, and I finally stripped down to a bra and panties because my clothes were just puffing out more dust. I finally got the bathroom clean again, and went downstairs, put my clean clothes on, and collapsed onto the couch. She brought me a cookie and some hot tea, and then slid under my head, snuggling me for a bit before she had to leave for the evening. I know she was expecting an utter meltdown, but only a few tears escaped. She led me to the bathroom so she could inspect my work, with which she was satisfied. 🙂 I went home with some form of nostalgia. I was so happy that we spent another amazing weekend together, sad that it was ending and that our lives are about to get really crazy with NEST planning, and just wishing I could stay by her side for all time.
(If you're curious about the hypnosis I refer to, visit leeallure.com)
consider a tickling story. I don't normally go into that much depth
when describing tickling, but since I did this time, I thought I would
post my blog entry here. 🙂 This is a true story that happened to me
at a play party last Saturday with my owner. I hope you enjoy, and
thanks so much for reading.
Disclaimer: This contains vivid descriptions of hardcore s/m play between
a sadistic dominant over her masochistic submissive.
So many interesting things have been going on lately. We have been having quite a few intense playtimes, as well as in-depth correction and praise. You can read about the last one <a href="http://www.ticklingforum.com/blog.php?b=3140">here, on another blog</a> I keep. Last night we attended a play party at a friend's house. There were way more people than I anticipated, and I felt some anxiety as soon as we walked in the door. I feared that all eyes were on me, judging me. Miss Lee's first instruction was to pass around the appetizer we brought, and my heart jumped in my throat, and I couldn't do it. I was frozen in time. I was so completely anxiety ridden that I physically could not obey her. I took an anxiety pill, but before it could kick in, she was very angry with me. I went out there and passed out the food, but didn't do a very good job at all. In fact, I probably did a pretty bad job. I would say that she scolded me afterward, but that's too light for what really happened. I felt about two inches tall. When she was done, she led me upstairs, to the third floor, where some mattresses were set up (and, at the time, occupied) for play. She sat down in a chair, and told me to kneel down in front of her. She did this energy transfer, sucking out my negative energy, and injecting positive into me.
Her anger disappeared as soon as we left the kitchen, but I didn't know it at the time. Although, I can tell in her eyes when she's angry and when she isn't. Most others can't, but I know her eyes. I know them deeply. She tranced me and gave me a wonderful trigger to feed myself positivity. She held my head in her lap for what seemed like a long time, and I knew I was right where I needed to be. People were coming and going, and I barely noticed. She gripped me by the hair on the back of my head, just the way I love, and I knew for certain that she wasn't angry. She had the blissful look of sadism on her beautiful, angelic face. She began choking me, strangling me, and I even passed out. When I came to, she continued stabbing many of my pressure points with her fingers, all while holding me by the hair. She started slapping me hard across the face, and tears from the pain shot out of my eyes helplessly. I clinched them shut, and she commanded softly that I look her in the eye. She continued to slap me hard, on teach side of my face, and then would gently tickle which was unbearable with the blood so close to my skin, and my nerves on fire.
She shoved me backward, so that I was at an angle, looking up at her. She slapped me hard in my chest, above my breasts, and below my collarbone. The sting was excruciating, and I cried out in pain. She hit me again and again on both sides, still holding me by the hair, and alternating hands. Tears spilled down my cheeks, which, funnily enough, tickled my now hypersensitive face. This went on until she ordered me to turn around, and face away from her. She dug her fingers into my ribs, tickling up and down, and I giggled and whimpered from the tickling, and cried from the pain still radiating through my chest and face. Suddenly one of her hands gripped my shoulder, and she began forcefully punching me all over my back. I made small sounds with each punch, and it felt so good to me. She would pause for a bit and tickle my spine, then keep going. She pressed the pressure points on the sides of my thighs, and then performed this horrible twisting pinch on both of my forearms. I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming.
She turned me around again, and she had my head cradled in her lap sideways. She stabbed and poked around my chest and neck, searching for those pleasurable pressure points that we learned about at APEX a few weeks ago. I would wince and whimper each time she poked, and when she hit a pressure point, I was blissful. I could hear her giggle each time she found a good point. When one of the beds opened up, she led me over to it, and forced me face down. I had on not much of a top, which was held together with ribbons, and a fetishy mini-skirt. She straddled my waist, and assaulted my hypersensitive ass, and I screamed into the blankets before dissolving in laughter, and she used her hypno trigger of "bind" which locked my limbs in place, but didn't freeze me. I was free to thrash about, and that's exactly what I did. With one wrong movement, she thrust her hands into the crease of my inner thighs while simultaneously tickling my poor bottom, and I nearly bucked her off of me. I wanted to remain as quiet as possible, so as not to disturb the other people playing quietly in the room. But this was simply too much for me. She spent some time tickling down my legs, and when I managed to flip over at some point, she flipped my skirt up, and pulled my panties just far down enough to torment that sensitive underbelly. I was softly wailing, laughing, squealing, begging. She went from there to hips, from hips to pockets, from pockets back to squeezing the sweet spot underneath the ass, with her thumb locked on my inner thigh crease, and again I nearly hurled her into the air, laughing maniacally. She was on a rampage and there was no stopping it. This went on and on, and I was bound by my own mental bondage that she installed herself. By the time the tickling was over, I was a puddle. I don't remember much more of the night except for snuggling on the sofa downstairs until we left, and of crying sadly when we got to her house, where I had to drive the whole half-mile down the street at 3am desperate to know when I would see her. She lovingly held me and assured me that I could come over and work later that day.
We both needed sleep desperately, she had a headache from an adrenaline crash, and I was an emotional wreck from an endorphin crash (also known as subdrop). I went home gripping my arm, which is a trigger that causes me to think about Hello Kitty which leads to positive thinking. I went to sleep as soon as I got home, and I fell into my bed squeezing that spot on my arm, and funnily enough, woke up the same way about five hours later. I had such subdrop this morning that I self-medicated (and took my real meds) by cleaning and organizing things in my house. I was elated when she had me pick her up so we could run to a couple of stores together, and went back to her house so that I could continue the project we've been working on in her bathroom. I sanded and sanded the door, which put layers of dust that took several times of using the shop vac, followed by wet rags, and I finally stripped down to a bra and panties because my clothes were just puffing out more dust. I finally got the bathroom clean again, and went downstairs, put my clean clothes on, and collapsed onto the couch. She brought me a cookie and some hot tea, and then slid under my head, snuggling me for a bit before she had to leave for the evening. I know she was expecting an utter meltdown, but only a few tears escaped. She led me to the bathroom so she could inspect my work, with which she was satisfied. 🙂 I went home with some form of nostalgia. I was so happy that we spent another amazing weekend together, sad that it was ending and that our lives are about to get really crazy with NEST planning, and just wishing I could stay by her side for all time.
(If you're curious about the hypnosis I refer to, visit leeallure.com)
