C4urself85
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This happened back in October but I’m just now getting around to writing about it. Any dialogue is transcribed as best as I can remember it.
It had been awhile since I had had a session so I decided to look into my local house of domination. I had thought about using them before, but the whole endeavor just seemed so… intense. I consider myself to be on the shallow end of the BDSM pool. I had only done a couple things involving bondage in the past and they were amateur affairs. But I mustered up the courage and contacted an interesting looking switch, who claimed that roleplaying and tickling were among her specialties. After a series of emails, a date was set.
When I arrived, Audrey answered the door wearing black lace lingerie and black four inch heels. She pulled me into the building and in for a quick hug. I was a little taken aback to be honest. She looked much better than her pictures, which I always thought was just a thing people said on the internet, but this time was actually true. Dark hair, a nice smile and an incredible body.
She took me into a room and we discussed what scenario we were going to play out. It was always a fantasy of mine to do tickle interrogation. It was never something I felt comfortable doing with anyone I had played with before. But I figured if anyone would be open to it, it would be a pro. I was playing the role of an investigator and she was playing an attorney who had helped her criminal client escape and was hiding his whereabouts. She offered to change into something more lawyer like and be right back. Before she went to change looked at me playfully and said she’d never talk.
With the excitement of the challenge ringing in my head I took the chance to inspect the room. There was an X-Frame, a long leather table with straps at the foot and head and a couple other torturous looking pieces of furniture. Paddles, floggers, clamps and other hardcore implements were everywhere. So I unpacked my tools: a pack of craft store feathers, an electric toothbrush, some babyoil and a hairbrush. Not quite as intimidating, but I think my tools were more fun.
She re-entered the room in those same heels and a low cut blue top and a short skirt. We got right into character. I accused her of aiding and abetting a known criminal, which she of course denied. I told her that if she wanted to avoid jail time she’d submit to my interrogation. I strapped her down to the table, arms above her head and feet cuffed and set apart. She said this was unusual and unprofessional (I loved her commitment to stay in character) to which I replied that my methods were unorthodox but extremely effective. I was ready to begin...
Me: Now, I’m going to be asking a lot of questions. But the first thing I want to know is, are you ticklish?
I smiled devilishly and began poking her in the ribs with my index fingers and I was rewarded with an outpouring of giggles.
Audrey: Yes! Yes! I’m ticklish! Is that why you have me all tied up? This is so unprofessional.
Me: Yes, this is how I get people to talk. Now, are you going to tell me where your client is hiding?
Audrey: I don’t know where he is. I swear.
Me: Ok. We’ll see about that.
And with that I spidered my nails over her bared midriff, eliciting bucking and laughter. I continued you this for about a minute before I let up.
Audrey: I don’t know where he went. I would tell you.
Me: I don’t believe you. Your phone records and bank records show otherwise.
I unbuttoned her blouse (at her behest) to reveal her black bra and smooth, shaven underarms.
Audrey: So this is why you brought me up here after hours. Do you tickle everyone you investigate?
Me: Only the ones who don’t tell me the truth. Now, I want some answers or I’m going to have to start going hard.
Audrey: I told you, I don’t know where he is.
I started running my nails over her armpits. She bursts into laughter as she wiggles and tries to get away from my touch. I decide to dig in a little and really go for it. I alternate between pits and ribs and really get her going. I decide to blow a raspberry on her tummy, which gets another big laugh.
Me: Ready to talk now?
Audrey: I can’t tell you where he is.
Me: You know you messed up, right? First, you didn’t know where he is and now you can’t tell me. So which is it?
Audrey: I don’t know where he is.
I move down to her feet and remove the heel from her left foot, then the right.
Audrey: You don’t need to do that. You can leave my shoes on.
Me: What’s the matter?
Before she can answer I scribble my nails over her soft soles. And I get the biggest laughs yet. I take my time exploring every inch of her feet, probing for the best spot. I focus under the toes, the heels and arches. I even hit the tops (which she didn’t know were ticklish). I make some mental notes as to definitely attack the arches and tops as those seem to be the two worst spots for her.
Audrey: Ok, I’ll tell you where he is. He’s on a bus… to the Galapagos Islands.
Me: I’m pretty sure there aren’t any buses that go there.
Audrey: A plane then. But it’s definitely the Galapagos.
Me: That’s real cute. I got something for you.
I go and retrieve a pair of feathers and go right for her tummy. I gently glide them back and forth near her navel. She takes a deep breath in, taking in the new, softer sensation before a huge smile covers her face, followed by giggles. I moved up to her underarms and took turns gliding two feathers in each armpit and then feathering both pits at the same time. Loving the results, I went down to her feet. I’m always scared of feathers on feet because they can be so hit or miss. But this was a hit. Big laughs once again. Her feet were super sensitive and the feathers did their job. Up and down, side to side and between the toes. No stone was left unturned in my pursuit of the truth.
Me: You ready to tell me anything?
Audrey: He’s at your house. If you leave now you can still catch him.
Me: Ok, I’m just going turn this feather around and trace up and down until you tell me the truth.
And I did just that. I used the quill end and started at her big toe, dragging it down to her heel and back up again a few times on each foot.
Audrey: Hahaha OK! He’s in Texas.
Me: I don’t believe you.
Audrey: I’m telling the truth.
Me: You’re lying to me. I don’t like being lied to. So I’m going to have to punish you.
I reached into my bag and pulled out the electric toothbrush. This time I stayed with the feet. This was the best tool so far. Everything I was doing was working and everything was more successful than the last. It was as if I hit the tickle jackpot. I probed every inch of her feet before heading up underneath her knees, which I attacked with fingers and the brush. Moving the brush up her thighs and jumping it onto her belly made the laughs continue to roll in. I decided to keep her off balance and ditch the brush for a second as I attacked her ribs with gusto. Then I turned the toothbrush back on got into her underarms once again. I alternated between toothbrush and fingers. I was surprised to find them slick with sweat, which allowed me to glide even easier. I was giving this poor girl a workout!
Me: You know this can all be over if you just tell me where you client is.
Audrey: He’s in New Jersey.
Me: No one would go to New Jersey if they had a choice. Where is he really?
Audrey: That’s my answer and I’m sticking to it.
Me: I still don’t believe you. If you insist on lying, I’m going to have to keep tickling you.
Audrey: You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?
Me: Maybe just a little.
I pulled out the baby oil and started applying it to her feet.
Audrey: That feels nice. Do you always give foot rubs to people you interrogate?
Me: Only the pretty ones.
I pulled out the hairbrush.
Me: I don’t want to hear any more lies. No more nonsense. I want an address.
And with that I started in with the hairbrush on her feet. And once again I was greeted with the biggest reaction yet as she writhed against her bonds and let out streams of continuous, beautiful laughter. I alternated feet and used fingers on whichever foot was not getting brushed at the time.
Audrey: Hahahahaha! I can’t take it! Hahahaha!
Me: What’s so funny?
Audrey: Hahaha! You’re tickling me! Hahaha.
I moved up to her ribs and began tickling again. Then underarms. Then back to ribs. Then back to underarms, alternating in quick succession. I give her a break to get some air.
Audrey: Ok. He’s in New York. 455 Park Avenue, apartment 22.
Me: Hmmm. Now that sounds like it might be right. I might actually believe you.
I took a look up at the clock. There were about 10 minutes left in the session. I took a few pokes at her ribs. Her eyes widened and she stifled her laughter.
Audrey: It’s true. That’s where he is.
Me: Alright. I’ll have my team check it out. But in the meantime, I think I’ll just keep tickling you.
Which I did. I tickled her upperbody some more, blowing a few raspberries before moving down and attacking her thighs on my way back down to her feet.
Me: My team tells me that the address checked out.
Audrey: Whew. Told you.
Me: Yeah, but you made me waste valuable time. You know, you were right earlier when you asked if I enjoy this. In fact, I want you to be my tickle slave.
Audrey: Your tickle slave?
I had to get her feet one more time. So back to the hairbrush I went. I wanted to soak in every moment since our session was going to be ending soon. I didn’t want to let up until I got what I wanted.
Me: Just tell me your my tickle slave.
Audrey: HAHAHAHAHA! I cahahahan’t take it! HAHAHAHA! I’m your tickle slave!
Me: That’s what I wanted to hear! Am I your tickle master?
I threatened her ribs and underarms again.
Audrey: You’re the tickle master.
And with that, the session was done. I let her up and we chatted for a little.
Audrey: Boy, you really owned my ass.
Me: Really? You’re just saying that.
Audrey: No, look at me! My makeup is running and I’m a sweaty mess.
She said this as she wiped the mascara from her eyes.
Me: Oh wow, that’s cool.
Audrey: That was really your first time?
Me: With a pro, yeah.
Audrey: You must watch a ton of videos.
Me: Hahaha, probably too many.
We chatted a little more about what worked best (apparently I have really good feathers, switching up techniques does wonders and tickle talk makes it worse) and how much fun it was. We gave each other a big hug and parted ways.
I have to say, it was a very positive experience. I was very worried about going to a professional switch, but I’m glad I did. I’m usually very shy, but I was made to feel totally comfortable and able to step into a role. I felt safe enough to bring out a dominant side I didn’t know was there. I got way more into character than I thought I would. I’m definitely looking forward to doing it again.
It had been awhile since I had had a session so I decided to look into my local house of domination. I had thought about using them before, but the whole endeavor just seemed so… intense. I consider myself to be on the shallow end of the BDSM pool. I had only done a couple things involving bondage in the past and they were amateur affairs. But I mustered up the courage and contacted an interesting looking switch, who claimed that roleplaying and tickling were among her specialties. After a series of emails, a date was set.
When I arrived, Audrey answered the door wearing black lace lingerie and black four inch heels. She pulled me into the building and in for a quick hug. I was a little taken aback to be honest. She looked much better than her pictures, which I always thought was just a thing people said on the internet, but this time was actually true. Dark hair, a nice smile and an incredible body.
She took me into a room and we discussed what scenario we were going to play out. It was always a fantasy of mine to do tickle interrogation. It was never something I felt comfortable doing with anyone I had played with before. But I figured if anyone would be open to it, it would be a pro. I was playing the role of an investigator and she was playing an attorney who had helped her criminal client escape and was hiding his whereabouts. She offered to change into something more lawyer like and be right back. Before she went to change looked at me playfully and said she’d never talk.
With the excitement of the challenge ringing in my head I took the chance to inspect the room. There was an X-Frame, a long leather table with straps at the foot and head and a couple other torturous looking pieces of furniture. Paddles, floggers, clamps and other hardcore implements were everywhere. So I unpacked my tools: a pack of craft store feathers, an electric toothbrush, some babyoil and a hairbrush. Not quite as intimidating, but I think my tools were more fun.
She re-entered the room in those same heels and a low cut blue top and a short skirt. We got right into character. I accused her of aiding and abetting a known criminal, which she of course denied. I told her that if she wanted to avoid jail time she’d submit to my interrogation. I strapped her down to the table, arms above her head and feet cuffed and set apart. She said this was unusual and unprofessional (I loved her commitment to stay in character) to which I replied that my methods were unorthodox but extremely effective. I was ready to begin...
Me: Now, I’m going to be asking a lot of questions. But the first thing I want to know is, are you ticklish?
I smiled devilishly and began poking her in the ribs with my index fingers and I was rewarded with an outpouring of giggles.
Audrey: Yes! Yes! I’m ticklish! Is that why you have me all tied up? This is so unprofessional.
Me: Yes, this is how I get people to talk. Now, are you going to tell me where your client is hiding?
Audrey: I don’t know where he is. I swear.
Me: Ok. We’ll see about that.
And with that I spidered my nails over her bared midriff, eliciting bucking and laughter. I continued you this for about a minute before I let up.
Audrey: I don’t know where he went. I would tell you.
Me: I don’t believe you. Your phone records and bank records show otherwise.
I unbuttoned her blouse (at her behest) to reveal her black bra and smooth, shaven underarms.
Audrey: So this is why you brought me up here after hours. Do you tickle everyone you investigate?
Me: Only the ones who don’t tell me the truth. Now, I want some answers or I’m going to have to start going hard.
Audrey: I told you, I don’t know where he is.
I started running my nails over her armpits. She bursts into laughter as she wiggles and tries to get away from my touch. I decide to dig in a little and really go for it. I alternate between pits and ribs and really get her going. I decide to blow a raspberry on her tummy, which gets another big laugh.
Me: Ready to talk now?
Audrey: I can’t tell you where he is.
Me: You know you messed up, right? First, you didn’t know where he is and now you can’t tell me. So which is it?
Audrey: I don’t know where he is.
I move down to her feet and remove the heel from her left foot, then the right.
Audrey: You don’t need to do that. You can leave my shoes on.
Me: What’s the matter?
Before she can answer I scribble my nails over her soft soles. And I get the biggest laughs yet. I take my time exploring every inch of her feet, probing for the best spot. I focus under the toes, the heels and arches. I even hit the tops (which she didn’t know were ticklish). I make some mental notes as to definitely attack the arches and tops as those seem to be the two worst spots for her.
Audrey: Ok, I’ll tell you where he is. He’s on a bus… to the Galapagos Islands.
Me: I’m pretty sure there aren’t any buses that go there.
Audrey: A plane then. But it’s definitely the Galapagos.
Me: That’s real cute. I got something for you.
I go and retrieve a pair of feathers and go right for her tummy. I gently glide them back and forth near her navel. She takes a deep breath in, taking in the new, softer sensation before a huge smile covers her face, followed by giggles. I moved up to her underarms and took turns gliding two feathers in each armpit and then feathering both pits at the same time. Loving the results, I went down to her feet. I’m always scared of feathers on feet because they can be so hit or miss. But this was a hit. Big laughs once again. Her feet were super sensitive and the feathers did their job. Up and down, side to side and between the toes. No stone was left unturned in my pursuit of the truth.
Me: You ready to tell me anything?
Audrey: He’s at your house. If you leave now you can still catch him.
Me: Ok, I’m just going turn this feather around and trace up and down until you tell me the truth.
And I did just that. I used the quill end and started at her big toe, dragging it down to her heel and back up again a few times on each foot.
Audrey: Hahaha OK! He’s in Texas.
Me: I don’t believe you.
Audrey: I’m telling the truth.
Me: You’re lying to me. I don’t like being lied to. So I’m going to have to punish you.
I reached into my bag and pulled out the electric toothbrush. This time I stayed with the feet. This was the best tool so far. Everything I was doing was working and everything was more successful than the last. It was as if I hit the tickle jackpot. I probed every inch of her feet before heading up underneath her knees, which I attacked with fingers and the brush. Moving the brush up her thighs and jumping it onto her belly made the laughs continue to roll in. I decided to keep her off balance and ditch the brush for a second as I attacked her ribs with gusto. Then I turned the toothbrush back on got into her underarms once again. I alternated between toothbrush and fingers. I was surprised to find them slick with sweat, which allowed me to glide even easier. I was giving this poor girl a workout!
Me: You know this can all be over if you just tell me where you client is.
Audrey: He’s in New Jersey.
Me: No one would go to New Jersey if they had a choice. Where is he really?
Audrey: That’s my answer and I’m sticking to it.
Me: I still don’t believe you. If you insist on lying, I’m going to have to keep tickling you.
Audrey: You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?
Me: Maybe just a little.
I pulled out the baby oil and started applying it to her feet.
Audrey: That feels nice. Do you always give foot rubs to people you interrogate?
Me: Only the pretty ones.
I pulled out the hairbrush.
Me: I don’t want to hear any more lies. No more nonsense. I want an address.
And with that I started in with the hairbrush on her feet. And once again I was greeted with the biggest reaction yet as she writhed against her bonds and let out streams of continuous, beautiful laughter. I alternated feet and used fingers on whichever foot was not getting brushed at the time.
Audrey: Hahahahaha! I can’t take it! Hahahaha!
Me: What’s so funny?
Audrey: Hahaha! You’re tickling me! Hahaha.
I moved up to her ribs and began tickling again. Then underarms. Then back to ribs. Then back to underarms, alternating in quick succession. I give her a break to get some air.
Audrey: Ok. He’s in New York. 455 Park Avenue, apartment 22.
Me: Hmmm. Now that sounds like it might be right. I might actually believe you.
I took a look up at the clock. There were about 10 minutes left in the session. I took a few pokes at her ribs. Her eyes widened and she stifled her laughter.
Audrey: It’s true. That’s where he is.
Me: Alright. I’ll have my team check it out. But in the meantime, I think I’ll just keep tickling you.
Which I did. I tickled her upperbody some more, blowing a few raspberries before moving down and attacking her thighs on my way back down to her feet.
Me: My team tells me that the address checked out.
Audrey: Whew. Told you.
Me: Yeah, but you made me waste valuable time. You know, you were right earlier when you asked if I enjoy this. In fact, I want you to be my tickle slave.
Audrey: Your tickle slave?
I had to get her feet one more time. So back to the hairbrush I went. I wanted to soak in every moment since our session was going to be ending soon. I didn’t want to let up until I got what I wanted.
Me: Just tell me your my tickle slave.
Audrey: HAHAHAHAHA! I cahahahan’t take it! HAHAHAHA! I’m your tickle slave!
Me: That’s what I wanted to hear! Am I your tickle master?
I threatened her ribs and underarms again.
Audrey: You’re the tickle master.
And with that, the session was done. I let her up and we chatted for a little.
Audrey: Boy, you really owned my ass.
Me: Really? You’re just saying that.
Audrey: No, look at me! My makeup is running and I’m a sweaty mess.
She said this as she wiped the mascara from her eyes.
Me: Oh wow, that’s cool.
Audrey: That was really your first time?
Me: With a pro, yeah.
Audrey: You must watch a ton of videos.
Me: Hahaha, probably too many.
We chatted a little more about what worked best (apparently I have really good feathers, switching up techniques does wonders and tickle talk makes it worse) and how much fun it was. We gave each other a big hug and parted ways.
I have to say, it was a very positive experience. I was very worried about going to a professional switch, but I’m glad I did. I’m usually very shy, but I was made to feel totally comfortable and able to step into a role. I felt safe enough to bring out a dominant side I didn’t know was there. I got way more into character than I thought I would. I’m definitely looking forward to doing it again.
