It has been a very bad year for me and I have spent most of the time alone in my apartment because I barely have money to eat and can't afford to go out. In May I totaled my car so I don't even have a car to go anywhere, and as you may have noticed I haven't done any new videos in a very long time, with the exception on a session I had with Goldie Grace last month.
I haven been unemployed since December, for my own stupid fault, because I quit to dedicate full time to do fetish videos, but then bad luck stroke fast in January and has kept me from getting to work, which have result in dramatic decrease in sales. I am behind all my credit cards, and the monthly check barely covers rent and utilities, and some extra cash to buy grocieries.
But this month check was even worse and I decided to not pay the rent yet in order to be able to eat.
Last Sunday, I was so bored and depressed that I posted an add on the internet looking for a girl to come to my place and have some fetish fun. Not for work or money, but for real fun. In less than two hours I had one reply. We exchanged a couple of emails to learn some stuff about each other and make sure that we were both in the same page. It sounded as we were. I told her how I do tickling videos for a living and gave her the link to my website.
She was impressed with the videos and asked me if I have ever been tied up and tickled. Have I ever had a taste of my own medicine? The answer was no. So she suggested to do this with me. She told me to tie myself to the bed, blindfolded, making sure that I couldn't get off, and to leave the door unlock, and to give her my address. She would come over in the middle of the night and "surprise me" and tickle the hell out of me until I say the safeword. I said that I really doubt she would make me say the safeword, I have great tolerance, but she made me a bet. If she couldn't make me say the safeword in less than 2 hours from the moment she started, she would agree to be a model for a tickling video, for free! But If she made me say the safeword, I would have to pay her $300. It was an interesting challenge so I accepted. I send her my address and she told me to get ready.
I have played a couple of time tying myself but I have always been able to get off. The only way I could think of tying myself with no way of me getting lose was using locks and leave the keys in the kitchen table so that she could unlock me when we were done. I stripped myself, keeping my botton underwear only, got to the bed and it took me about 30 minutes to set the bondage and the locks, in place, so that I only had to lay down, spread my feet and hands, sleep then and pull, by pulling the locks will fall in place and I would be bound helpless to the bed. Then I blindfold myself, layd on the bed and put my self in my restrains, and waited in the silence of the night. I did a pretty good job. I was spread with my arms and legs spread and tied to the for poles of the bed. The length of the ropes where almost perfect, just a little loose, but just a little. I couldn't move.
Then I got a little chill running through my spine. This was the first time in mylife that I was really in restrains that I couldn't get out. Many models have told me that they have the same feeling when they are tied up, the feeling of being helpless, of basically giving your life, because if the guy turns out to be a phsyco, you are dead, there is no way you can get away! I had the same feeling running my guts!
But I relaxed, breathed. Wondered if this girl was a good tickler and how bad it would be. Time passed by and I fell asleep.
A thunderous knock at the front door woke me up in terror! I was desoriented! I couldn't see and the bondage pulled me to the for corners of the bed when I tried to get up. What time it was? Then I heard a female voice calling from outside.
"Rafael!"
I knew that voice! That was the manager of the apartment complex! My heart was pumping. I heard another female voice asking her "You think he left?" i knew that voice two. It was her assistant. And then I remember that the door was unlocked!
I was terrified. I got desperate and struggled with my ropes as hard as I could, but of course you can't beat a lock! The only thing I could do is stay as quiet as I could and pray that they just leave!
"Rafael!" the manager called again, knocking. The next sound petrified me. The door knob and she saying, "Oh the door is unlock!"
I heard the door openning.
"Rafael!" her scream was louder. They were already inside.
"Oh my God look at this!" commented her assistant. I could only guess she was talking about the workout tower I have on the leaving room, the one that I use for the tickling videos.
As I heard them advancing the leaving room, I was shaking, and was breathing to keep my heart and rythm as low as possible. I knew they saw the 2 camcorders standing on their tripod, and all the stuff I use for the videos, like feathers, freddy's claws and stuff like that. But either they didn't made any comments or I didn't hear them.
"Rafael, are you here! We are here about your rent--- Oh my God!" I heard her right in the door of my room. She was there looking at me, almost naked, tied spread to the bed with locks and blindfolded.
The only thing I could think of saying was "Go away! You have no right to be here! This is invasion of privacy!"
But they didn't go away. "Not until you explain what is going on here, mister!" she sounded very mad. And she sounded already in the room, coming from my right.
"Nothing!" I was hysterical, my nerves were on the roof, and was just saying the first thing I could think of to get them out. "Just go away!"
I was trying very hard to brake the ropes, or twist me wrists to get lose. Everything was useless. I was just hurting myself. But I had to do something to get off.
"Why are you like this? Who did this?"
"No one! Just go damm it!"
Then I heard her assistant coming into the room and she said "Looks like he has a pornography business going on here! Check this out!" she had something in her hand... on no, the camcorders. She saw a video. Now the manager was seeing it too.
"This brakes the residents agreement! Not only you are behind the rent 2 weeks, you have an illicit operation going on here!" sentenced the manager.
I heard the click of the camera of a cellphone. Her assistant just took a picture of me. "Do you want me to call the police?" she asked the manager, but I screamed first in terror, "NO!"
"Then start explaining!" the manager demanded with her ultimatum voice.
I had no choice! I was only hoping that by cooperating with them, they would not call the police. So I told her everything, sumerized, as fast as I could, and finishd, "they key for the locks are in the kitchen table." I heard her assistant leaving the room, but the manager sat on the bed, next to me.
"Are you crazy?" she asked. "Look at you! You are looking for trouble! What if that girl turned out to be a pshyco or something! And instead of tickling you she was just coming for the money and to kill you? I mean, anybody could have come in here and do whatever they wanted with you.
Then all of a sudden she started tickling my armpits with her nails. It was a short tease, but it made me jump, put all my muscles in stressed, my nerves to their pick and I pulled my restrains as hard as I could, all that with a strong laugher that turned into a cry!
"Nooo!"
Oh my God! Thats was only a second of quick nails in my armpits! I almost die!
Her assistant returned to the room. "Here is the key."
"Perfect! Now unlock me please!" I begged.
"Not so fast! We are not done yet!"
"What? But can't we talk after I am released."
She slide the key over my stomach skin, slightly, making my stomach contract a little. I didn't like where things were going. This wasn't a game! This was real!
"What's the rush? It was you who got yourself into this mess. And now we have the key! With one phone call you will be in jail in no time! We have the power! Where is the money?
"What money?"
"The $300 you bet. I am sure you have more than enough money hidden here somewhere to pay 2 month of rent."
"There is no money!"
She scramble her nails again, this time on my belly with one hand, and the sides with the other hand. My whole body went out of control. I was laughin, screaming, crying so hard that it was a miracle the neighbors didn't hear me! I couldn't breath. all my internal orgams were like stone, I couldn't get air into my lungs. I was pulling my hands and ankles with all my strength, I could feel my vains pupping.
"Heeeeeeeeeelp!" I screamed like a maniac, as loud as I could.
Her assistant asked "We can call the police if you want?"
Yes! No! I didn't know what to think! What was worse! go to jail or being tickle tortured by this sadistic women.
The manager rolled her nails from my belly and sides to my armpits, there I started to jump hysterical, out of control, and she returned to my belly and sides. I contracted my abdomen all I could, trying to get my skin away from her nails, but they found the skin and went tickling, now not allowing me to inflate my stomach.
Then I felt an extra pair of hands, the assistant no doubt, running her nails inside my legs which send chills all the way to my soles and to the rest of my body!
"Stoooop! I can't! Please! Soooooop!"
"Where is the money?"
"In the freezer!" I screamed desperate!
They both stopped tickling me at the same time, and I was so exhausted that couldn't talk. I couldn't even keep my eyes open. All I could do is breath to recover my senses.
The assistant exit the room and I heard her openning the door of the freezer and the sound of an envelope. "The money is here!"
"How much?" the manager asked her.
"Only $500."
The manager told me, "You are still $450 short."
“I’ll get it! I’ll get it! I swear! Please just release me, and I’ll get the money!” I was crying.
I heard the assistant returning the room. The manager slide a nail, from my knee all the way up to my waist, my stomach, the sides and armpit.
“I’ll make a deal with you! Don’t say No, or Stop, or Please for two hours, and I’ll forgive this month rent and you keep the $500, and we will forget all this porn shit. We were never here! But, if you even whisper any of those words, we will call the police and let them find you like this, and all your stuff, and you deal with them.”
I was speechless! She couldn’t be serious!
“What? You can’t! I can’t take two hours of this!
“But you made a bed with a stranger that you would go two hours withouth saying the safeword!”
“That was just a game---”
“I am sure that you will do a lot better now that is for real.”
“No, please, no, don’t!”
“Let the game begin!”
Her nails her on my armpits again, her assistant nails were on inside my legs again, all 20 fingers rolling at the same time, and I wanted to die! My entire body was out of control, just reacting by instinct, and the words, no, stop and please wanted to go after just 10 seconds! In turn I just screamed, laughed and cry! I knew I wasn’t gonna survive two hours of this! And they weren’t even tickling hard! They were just rolling their nails slightly over my skin! No I understand the horrible torment I put Emily every week!
I don’t know how much time passed, I just know that I was about to expire and I the air came out of my longs “¡Stooooooooooooooooooooooooop! ¡Pleeeeeeease!
¡Nooooooooooooooooooooo!”
They stopped. I was glad! But I was affraid! And not being able to see their faces made me feel worse.
“I hope you learn the lesson! And never, ever put yourself in this situation again!” said the manager.
She unlocked me and I shrunk myself in fetal position taking the blindfold off my face. I really thought I was gonna die if they hadn’t stop!
They left the room, and walk towards the door.
“And lock this door!”
And they left the apartment.
I stayed there in that position, on the bed, for the rest of the day. I couldn’t move. I was too much traumatized. And the problem with this kind of trauma is that will always live scars forever on your soul. Now I know what my girls feel when I keep tickling beyond the safeword, when I cross the line from the “fantasy” to the reality. There is no protection. There is no safeword, or hope! You are just there at the mercy of the tickler, and you think you are just going to die! While I was there, I remember something that Violetta said once “Why you just don’t kill me?”. At first I thought she was a little bit phsyco, but now I understand.
I haven been unemployed since December, for my own stupid fault, because I quit to dedicate full time to do fetish videos, but then bad luck stroke fast in January and has kept me from getting to work, which have result in dramatic decrease in sales. I am behind all my credit cards, and the monthly check barely covers rent and utilities, and some extra cash to buy grocieries.
But this month check was even worse and I decided to not pay the rent yet in order to be able to eat.
Last Sunday, I was so bored and depressed that I posted an add on the internet looking for a girl to come to my place and have some fetish fun. Not for work or money, but for real fun. In less than two hours I had one reply. We exchanged a couple of emails to learn some stuff about each other and make sure that we were both in the same page. It sounded as we were. I told her how I do tickling videos for a living and gave her the link to my website.
She was impressed with the videos and asked me if I have ever been tied up and tickled. Have I ever had a taste of my own medicine? The answer was no. So she suggested to do this with me. She told me to tie myself to the bed, blindfolded, making sure that I couldn't get off, and to leave the door unlock, and to give her my address. She would come over in the middle of the night and "surprise me" and tickle the hell out of me until I say the safeword. I said that I really doubt she would make me say the safeword, I have great tolerance, but she made me a bet. If she couldn't make me say the safeword in less than 2 hours from the moment she started, she would agree to be a model for a tickling video, for free! But If she made me say the safeword, I would have to pay her $300. It was an interesting challenge so I accepted. I send her my address and she told me to get ready.
I have played a couple of time tying myself but I have always been able to get off. The only way I could think of tying myself with no way of me getting lose was using locks and leave the keys in the kitchen table so that she could unlock me when we were done. I stripped myself, keeping my botton underwear only, got to the bed and it took me about 30 minutes to set the bondage and the locks, in place, so that I only had to lay down, spread my feet and hands, sleep then and pull, by pulling the locks will fall in place and I would be bound helpless to the bed. Then I blindfold myself, layd on the bed and put my self in my restrains, and waited in the silence of the night. I did a pretty good job. I was spread with my arms and legs spread and tied to the for poles of the bed. The length of the ropes where almost perfect, just a little loose, but just a little. I couldn't move.
Then I got a little chill running through my spine. This was the first time in mylife that I was really in restrains that I couldn't get out. Many models have told me that they have the same feeling when they are tied up, the feeling of being helpless, of basically giving your life, because if the guy turns out to be a phsyco, you are dead, there is no way you can get away! I had the same feeling running my guts!
But I relaxed, breathed. Wondered if this girl was a good tickler and how bad it would be. Time passed by and I fell asleep.
A thunderous knock at the front door woke me up in terror! I was desoriented! I couldn't see and the bondage pulled me to the for corners of the bed when I tried to get up. What time it was? Then I heard a female voice calling from outside.
"Rafael!"
I knew that voice! That was the manager of the apartment complex! My heart was pumping. I heard another female voice asking her "You think he left?" i knew that voice two. It was her assistant. And then I remember that the door was unlocked!
I was terrified. I got desperate and struggled with my ropes as hard as I could, but of course you can't beat a lock! The only thing I could do is stay as quiet as I could and pray that they just leave!
"Rafael!" the manager called again, knocking. The next sound petrified me. The door knob and she saying, "Oh the door is unlock!"
I heard the door openning.
"Rafael!" her scream was louder. They were already inside.
"Oh my God look at this!" commented her assistant. I could only guess she was talking about the workout tower I have on the leaving room, the one that I use for the tickling videos.
As I heard them advancing the leaving room, I was shaking, and was breathing to keep my heart and rythm as low as possible. I knew they saw the 2 camcorders standing on their tripod, and all the stuff I use for the videos, like feathers, freddy's claws and stuff like that. But either they didn't made any comments or I didn't hear them.
"Rafael, are you here! We are here about your rent--- Oh my God!" I heard her right in the door of my room. She was there looking at me, almost naked, tied spread to the bed with locks and blindfolded.
The only thing I could think of saying was "Go away! You have no right to be here! This is invasion of privacy!"
But they didn't go away. "Not until you explain what is going on here, mister!" she sounded very mad. And she sounded already in the room, coming from my right.
"Nothing!" I was hysterical, my nerves were on the roof, and was just saying the first thing I could think of to get them out. "Just go away!"
I was trying very hard to brake the ropes, or twist me wrists to get lose. Everything was useless. I was just hurting myself. But I had to do something to get off.
"Why are you like this? Who did this?"
"No one! Just go damm it!"
Then I heard her assistant coming into the room and she said "Looks like he has a pornography business going on here! Check this out!" she had something in her hand... on no, the camcorders. She saw a video. Now the manager was seeing it too.
"This brakes the residents agreement! Not only you are behind the rent 2 weeks, you have an illicit operation going on here!" sentenced the manager.
I heard the click of the camera of a cellphone. Her assistant just took a picture of me. "Do you want me to call the police?" she asked the manager, but I screamed first in terror, "NO!"
"Then start explaining!" the manager demanded with her ultimatum voice.
I had no choice! I was only hoping that by cooperating with them, they would not call the police. So I told her everything, sumerized, as fast as I could, and finishd, "they key for the locks are in the kitchen table." I heard her assistant leaving the room, but the manager sat on the bed, next to me.
"Are you crazy?" she asked. "Look at you! You are looking for trouble! What if that girl turned out to be a pshyco or something! And instead of tickling you she was just coming for the money and to kill you? I mean, anybody could have come in here and do whatever they wanted with you.
Then all of a sudden she started tickling my armpits with her nails. It was a short tease, but it made me jump, put all my muscles in stressed, my nerves to their pick and I pulled my restrains as hard as I could, all that with a strong laugher that turned into a cry!
"Nooo!"
Oh my God! Thats was only a second of quick nails in my armpits! I almost die!
Her assistant returned to the room. "Here is the key."
"Perfect! Now unlock me please!" I begged.
"Not so fast! We are not done yet!"
"What? But can't we talk after I am released."
She slide the key over my stomach skin, slightly, making my stomach contract a little. I didn't like where things were going. This wasn't a game! This was real!
"What's the rush? It was you who got yourself into this mess. And now we have the key! With one phone call you will be in jail in no time! We have the power! Where is the money?
"What money?"
"The $300 you bet. I am sure you have more than enough money hidden here somewhere to pay 2 month of rent."
"There is no money!"
She scramble her nails again, this time on my belly with one hand, and the sides with the other hand. My whole body went out of control. I was laughin, screaming, crying so hard that it was a miracle the neighbors didn't hear me! I couldn't breath. all my internal orgams were like stone, I couldn't get air into my lungs. I was pulling my hands and ankles with all my strength, I could feel my vains pupping.
"Heeeeeeeeeelp!" I screamed like a maniac, as loud as I could.
Her assistant asked "We can call the police if you want?"
Yes! No! I didn't know what to think! What was worse! go to jail or being tickle tortured by this sadistic women.
The manager rolled her nails from my belly and sides to my armpits, there I started to jump hysterical, out of control, and she returned to my belly and sides. I contracted my abdomen all I could, trying to get my skin away from her nails, but they found the skin and went tickling, now not allowing me to inflate my stomach.
Then I felt an extra pair of hands, the assistant no doubt, running her nails inside my legs which send chills all the way to my soles and to the rest of my body!
"Stoooop! I can't! Please! Soooooop!"
"Where is the money?"
"In the freezer!" I screamed desperate!
They both stopped tickling me at the same time, and I was so exhausted that couldn't talk. I couldn't even keep my eyes open. All I could do is breath to recover my senses.
The assistant exit the room and I heard her openning the door of the freezer and the sound of an envelope. "The money is here!"
"How much?" the manager asked her.
"Only $500."
The manager told me, "You are still $450 short."
“I’ll get it! I’ll get it! I swear! Please just release me, and I’ll get the money!” I was crying.
I heard the assistant returning the room. The manager slide a nail, from my knee all the way up to my waist, my stomach, the sides and armpit.
“I’ll make a deal with you! Don’t say No, or Stop, or Please for two hours, and I’ll forgive this month rent and you keep the $500, and we will forget all this porn shit. We were never here! But, if you even whisper any of those words, we will call the police and let them find you like this, and all your stuff, and you deal with them.”
I was speechless! She couldn’t be serious!
“What? You can’t! I can’t take two hours of this!
“But you made a bed with a stranger that you would go two hours withouth saying the safeword!”
“That was just a game---”
“I am sure that you will do a lot better now that is for real.”
“No, please, no, don’t!”
“Let the game begin!”
Her nails her on my armpits again, her assistant nails were on inside my legs again, all 20 fingers rolling at the same time, and I wanted to die! My entire body was out of control, just reacting by instinct, and the words, no, stop and please wanted to go after just 10 seconds! In turn I just screamed, laughed and cry! I knew I wasn’t gonna survive two hours of this! And they weren’t even tickling hard! They were just rolling their nails slightly over my skin! No I understand the horrible torment I put Emily every week!
I don’t know how much time passed, I just know that I was about to expire and I the air came out of my longs “¡Stooooooooooooooooooooooooop! ¡Pleeeeeeease!
¡Nooooooooooooooooooooo!”
They stopped. I was glad! But I was affraid! And not being able to see their faces made me feel worse.
“I hope you learn the lesson! And never, ever put yourself in this situation again!” said the manager.
She unlocked me and I shrunk myself in fetal position taking the blindfold off my face. I really thought I was gonna die if they hadn’t stop!
They left the room, and walk towards the door.
“And lock this door!”
And they left the apartment.
I stayed there in that position, on the bed, for the rest of the day. I couldn’t move. I was too much traumatized. And the problem with this kind of trauma is that will always live scars forever on your soul. Now I know what my girls feel when I keep tickling beyond the safeword, when I cross the line from the “fantasy” to the reality. There is no protection. There is no safeword, or hope! You are just there at the mercy of the tickler, and you think you are just going to die! While I was there, I remember something that Violetta said once “Why you just don’t kill me?”. At first I thought she was a little bit phsyco, but now I understand.
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