BrightEyes1082
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<b>The Drive</b>
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We hit the road around 6:30pm for Toronto, from New Hampshire. It was going to be a long night of driving. We took Miss Lee's car, which is a standard, so I wasn't able to help drive. We got a flat tire on the New York thru-way, in the dark, and she was almost done changing it when a state trooper showed up, looking completely perplexed that a woman was changing a tire. He "helped" by holding up his maglight, which was bigger and brighter than our small maglight.
For much of the drive, she was randomly tickling me. She laughed and said that by the time we got there, I would have been tickled more than anyone at the gathering just from the car ride alone. I don't doubt it, either! We got to Toronto just before 4am, and didn't stay up long before we both passed out, and got to sleep in the next morning. We went with everyone to brunch, and then headed to the venue for the party.
<b>The Party</b>
We were among the first to arrive to the venue, and I immediately deposited all of our free auction tickets into my own box. (FROST holds a silent auction where you can sign up to be "sold" as a 'lee. People get 5 free tickets, with the option to purchase more, and put tickets in the box(es) of the 'lee(s) of their choice, in hopes of winning a negotiated session with that person. See if you can guess who
signed me up for that). We were sitting around chatting with folks, and before long Miss Lee decided it was time to get the party started, and began with just a little bit of tickling as an icebreaker. Since I can't hold still, she demoed "pause," and eventually made our way (while I protested) to the suspended bondage ring in the center of the room. Using hypnotic suggestion, she commanded my arms to raise up and grip the ring. I resisted successfully. She put me deeply under, and planted the suggestion as a trigger instead. When I awoke, I still hesitated, but did reach for the ring. This is where she proceeded to let me dance around her to avoid her fingers, laughing at me, before pausing me in the center and tickling me absolutely silly. I felt like such a spectacle, but it did get others in the spirit, and before long I could hear laughter coming from around us.
We went to check out the upstairs loft, which was really cool. This was an industrial loft space that someone had turned into a living area, and separate party area. We got comfy on the most padded spanking bench I've ever seen. I massaged her back and we visited with new people. We got a couple of requests for more hypnosis demos, so we moved to the couch, and she showed our new friends some of the triggers and techniques she uses on me. I think she started tickling me while I was under, but I can't be sure. She definitely started tickling me when I woke up, and it grew from light and playful to pretty torturous, and she alternated between using "pause" and "bind" to make things easier for herself. (Bind is when she can take any body part, place it somewhere, say "bind," and that body part stays in place. It's much less restrictive than pause, but it doesn't help me a whole lot!) This was one of my favorite positions nonetheless, because I was snuggled up against her and it was very cozy, even if she was pretty sadistic. 😉
We spent a good while upstairs, moving back downstairs, and the tickling never seemed to end! She put me under a few more times; she really meshed tickling and hypnosis on a whole new level, it seemed. Some of our friends commented on how much easier it
looked to just pause or bind someone hypnotically instead of going through the trouble of bondage. More freedom to change positions in seconds instead of having to undo ties or cuffs, never having to worry about circulation or discomfort, etc. If you want to try the trigger on yourself (or on your submissive/play partner), you can download a free recording that plants and tests the trigger, on Miss Lee's website. And yes, that's her voice. 😉 And keeping with the topic, you can also download <a href="http://leeallure.com/product.php?id_product=24" target="_blank">Become More Ticklish</a>. 😉
<a href="http://leeallure.com/product.php?id_product=17" target="_blank">Induction that plants the trigger.</a>
<a href="https://leeallure.com/product.php?id_product=43" target="_blank">Audio allowing you to test the "stop in place" trigger.</a>
We started to get pretty tired, so we had a bite to eat, some coffee, and took a shift babysitting the adorable toddler of our wonderful
hostess. We came back, and I was still pretty tired, but Miss Lee continued using the triggers at random, and tickling. Our dear friend Lamashtu won me in the silent auction, and though we never did a "formal session," she sat in front of me and played along with Miss
Lee. They were both cruel! Who knew my sweet Laura could be so evil. This went on for awhile, both before and after Laura joined us. My face hurt from a smile being plastered across it, my abs ached from laughing so hard for so long, and my mind was fractionated from all of the up and down, in and out of trance. She ended our night with one more song and dance with the suspended bondage ring, saying she would end the night the same way she started it, and tickled me silly(er) while I hung from it, exhausted. My entire body had been through the ringer, and I was ready for bed. And that's exactly what we both did.
<b>Touring Toronto</b>
We slept in again on Sunday, and had a very late brunch downtown with our friends. We tooled around the city, got to see the place where the FROST folks meet up for their munches, and I bought a set of very high thread count sheets for a very low price. 😛 We got quite a bit of exercise.
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The Evening After</b>
We were all sort of hanging out, I did some work that I had to turn in, until I was summoned over to play a card game, which we played until Josh had to run home to pick up some things. Miss Lee pointed to the spot in front of her on the futon, so I followed her hand, perching in front of her. I was feeling a little better about it all, especially after having fun with our game (and using the "NO!" card. 😉 I tried to have the expression of a hardass, but within seconds she broke that away, first pausing me, then attacking me, moving all over and hitting the worst areas. Between my giggles, maniacal laughter, screeching, and angry growls, she laughed along with me, right in my face. She moved me around, though I was mostly unable to move myself. I ended up in all sorts of crazy positions, my laughter turning into whimpering and back into hysteria. She tried out a small vibrator of Mike's, which we never use, but when he was buzzing it into the futon mattress, it managed to tickle my ass so badly that I would pop up and screech. She found that quite amusing, of course, so she threw me across her lap, and buzzed it against my belly ring, and in my belly button, moved around and finally jammed it into my inner thigh crease, all the while I was bucking as hard as I could, throwing both of us in the air, she laughing almost as hard as I was. Well, not really. But she did find it funny.
Eventually we were booted from the futon so that Mike could tie Maggie to it, so we moved to our air mattress. I wrapped myself around her, in her lap, which I like to call "forced aftercare." Unfortunately tonight, she decided it would include more tickling, though it wasn't as violent and torturous as before. It was more loving and sweet. Through my laughter, I heard Mike invite Lee to come and help him, and I
wrapped myself around her even tighter, like a cobra. She laughed and stopped tickling, and hugged me tight, and told him so, and then told me it was okay. 🙂
I managed to move myself so that I was laying across her lap, which was a mistake, because she though she stopped targeting my back, ass, and my tailbone, and started prickling her little nails elsewhere, including my lower belly, where she knows I hate it. I managed to "force" more aftercare, and finally she gave me my promised neckbite, and rolled me over to my side of the bed. Just before I was fully asleep, she poked and scritched a few spots on my side, and said quietly right in my ear, "You smile when you're tickled because you <i>love</i> it." </div>
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<b>The Drive</b>
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We hit the road around 6:30pm for Toronto, from New Hampshire. It was going to be a long night of driving. We took Miss Lee's car, which is a standard, so I wasn't able to help drive. We got a flat tire on the New York thru-way, in the dark, and she was almost done changing it when a state trooper showed up, looking completely perplexed that a woman was changing a tire. He "helped" by holding up his maglight, which was bigger and brighter than our small maglight.
For much of the drive, she was randomly tickling me. She laughed and said that by the time we got there, I would have been tickled more than anyone at the gathering just from the car ride alone. I don't doubt it, either! We got to Toronto just before 4am, and didn't stay up long before we both passed out, and got to sleep in the next morning. We went with everyone to brunch, and then headed to the venue for the party.
<b>The Party</b>
We were among the first to arrive to the venue, and I immediately deposited all of our free auction tickets into my own box. (FROST holds a silent auction where you can sign up to be "sold" as a 'lee. People get 5 free tickets, with the option to purchase more, and put tickets in the box(es) of the 'lee(s) of their choice, in hopes of winning a negotiated session with that person. See if you can guess who
signed me up for that). We were sitting around chatting with folks, and before long Miss Lee decided it was time to get the party started, and began with just a little bit of tickling as an icebreaker. Since I can't hold still, she demoed "pause," and eventually made our way (while I protested) to the suspended bondage ring in the center of the room. Using hypnotic suggestion, she commanded my arms to raise up and grip the ring. I resisted successfully. She put me deeply under, and planted the suggestion as a trigger instead. When I awoke, I still hesitated, but did reach for the ring. This is where she proceeded to let me dance around her to avoid her fingers, laughing at me, before pausing me in the center and tickling me absolutely silly. I felt like such a spectacle, but it did get others in the spirit, and before long I could hear laughter coming from around us.
We went to check out the upstairs loft, which was really cool. This was an industrial loft space that someone had turned into a living area, and separate party area. We got comfy on the most padded spanking bench I've ever seen. I massaged her back and we visited with new people. We got a couple of requests for more hypnosis demos, so we moved to the couch, and she showed our new friends some of the triggers and techniques she uses on me. I think she started tickling me while I was under, but I can't be sure. She definitely started tickling me when I woke up, and it grew from light and playful to pretty torturous, and she alternated between using "pause" and "bind" to make things easier for herself. (Bind is when she can take any body part, place it somewhere, say "bind," and that body part stays in place. It's much less restrictive than pause, but it doesn't help me a whole lot!) This was one of my favorite positions nonetheless, because I was snuggled up against her and it was very cozy, even if she was pretty sadistic. 😉
We spent a good while upstairs, moving back downstairs, and the tickling never seemed to end! She put me under a few more times; she really meshed tickling and hypnosis on a whole new level, it seemed. Some of our friends commented on how much easier it
looked to just pause or bind someone hypnotically instead of going through the trouble of bondage. More freedom to change positions in seconds instead of having to undo ties or cuffs, never having to worry about circulation or discomfort, etc. If you want to try the trigger on yourself (or on your submissive/play partner), you can download a free recording that plants and tests the trigger, on Miss Lee's website. And yes, that's her voice. 😉 And keeping with the topic, you can also download <a href="http://leeallure.com/product.php?id_product=24" target="_blank">Become More Ticklish</a>. 😉
<a href="http://leeallure.com/product.php?id_product=17" target="_blank">Induction that plants the trigger.</a>
<a href="https://leeallure.com/product.php?id_product=43" target="_blank">Audio allowing you to test the "stop in place" trigger.</a>
We started to get pretty tired, so we had a bite to eat, some coffee, and took a shift babysitting the adorable toddler of our wonderful
hostess. We came back, and I was still pretty tired, but Miss Lee continued using the triggers at random, and tickling. Our dear friend Lamashtu won me in the silent auction, and though we never did a "formal session," she sat in front of me and played along with Miss
Lee. They were both cruel! Who knew my sweet Laura could be so evil. This went on for awhile, both before and after Laura joined us. My face hurt from a smile being plastered across it, my abs ached from laughing so hard for so long, and my mind was fractionated from all of the up and down, in and out of trance. She ended our night with one more song and dance with the suspended bondage ring, saying she would end the night the same way she started it, and tickled me silly(er) while I hung from it, exhausted. My entire body had been through the ringer, and I was ready for bed. And that's exactly what we both did.
<b>Touring Toronto</b>
We slept in again on Sunday, and had a very late brunch downtown with our friends. We tooled around the city, got to see the place where the FROST folks meet up for their munches, and I bought a set of very high thread count sheets for a very low price. 😛 We got quite a bit of exercise.
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The Evening After</b>
We were all sort of hanging out, I did some work that I had to turn in, until I was summoned over to play a card game, which we played until Josh had to run home to pick up some things. Miss Lee pointed to the spot in front of her on the futon, so I followed her hand, perching in front of her. I was feeling a little better about it all, especially after having fun with our game (and using the "NO!" card. 😉 I tried to have the expression of a hardass, but within seconds she broke that away, first pausing me, then attacking me, moving all over and hitting the worst areas. Between my giggles, maniacal laughter, screeching, and angry growls, she laughed along with me, right in my face. She moved me around, though I was mostly unable to move myself. I ended up in all sorts of crazy positions, my laughter turning into whimpering and back into hysteria. She tried out a small vibrator of Mike's, which we never use, but when he was buzzing it into the futon mattress, it managed to tickle my ass so badly that I would pop up and screech. She found that quite amusing, of course, so she threw me across her lap, and buzzed it against my belly ring, and in my belly button, moved around and finally jammed it into my inner thigh crease, all the while I was bucking as hard as I could, throwing both of us in the air, she laughing almost as hard as I was. Well, not really. But she did find it funny.
Eventually we were booted from the futon so that Mike could tie Maggie to it, so we moved to our air mattress. I wrapped myself around her, in her lap, which I like to call "forced aftercare." Unfortunately tonight, she decided it would include more tickling, though it wasn't as violent and torturous as before. It was more loving and sweet. Through my laughter, I heard Mike invite Lee to come and help him, and I
wrapped myself around her even tighter, like a cobra. She laughed and stopped tickling, and hugged me tight, and told him so, and then told me it was okay. 🙂
I managed to move myself so that I was laying across her lap, which was a mistake, because she though she stopped targeting my back, ass, and my tailbone, and started prickling her little nails elsewhere, including my lower belly, where she knows I hate it. I managed to "force" more aftercare, and finally she gave me my promised neckbite, and rolled me over to my side of the bed. Just before I was fully asleep, she poked and scritched a few spots on my side, and said quietly right in my ear, "You smile when you're tickled because you <i>love</i> it." </div>
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