Decided to start the new year in Chicago visiting The Studio with co-owner Mistresses Xena and Alexandra.
Soon I was stripped and pinned to an X-frame as they began to play with me. They’re bright, experienced and know all my buttons to push. They’re also tickle-teasing specialists, approaching me with wiggling fingers and “He’s so ticklish everywhere!” They eased in with light tickling of my nipples and ribs to get the giggles going, eventually attacking to get me squirming uselessly from the fingers on one side of me to the other. My laughing got more desperate as one crawled her fingers into my armpits while the other burrowed into my hips, and rocked so much when they both squeezed into my inner thighs that they camped there for quite a while. In a sign of things to come, they also verified with some sensual fingernail strokes that my cock was ticklish.
Next they moved me to the upright stocks, basically an X-frame without the X boards behind me, which allowed them to come at me from all angles. The psychological torment ramps up an extra notch when you can’t see the fingers coming to tease the tips of your ears, the swoop of your neck, or the underside of your butt cheeks in addition to the other places.
Then they cuffed me face-down and spread-eagle on their leather bondage table. Mistress Alexandra approached me from the front, climbed on the table and forced my head down by kneeling her athletic body on top of it. This gave me a smothered view of her attractive feet that were inches from my shackled hands, and gave her a perfect angle to destroy my ribs, sides and hips until I was gasping for breath. Meanwhile Xena settled comfortably between my legs, donned a pair of latex gloves, and delightedly gave me my first experience with butt-crack tickling for at least five minutes straight. Gloved hands also tickled provocatively along my balls, making things harder.
In time they lowered their voices to a seductive level, their Kryptonite for weakening whatever willpower I might have against the next phase of their plan.
"Our cock is mighty hard here," Xena noted.
There was a quiet click, and the whir of an electric toothbrush from behind.
“Oh, NO, you know that sound…” Alexandra purred. “You know what that means… this is what he can't resist!"
“I know,” Xena cooed in reply. “Buzz, buzz…” Humming fiendishly, she gently re-positioned my stiffening shaft so that the delicate underside was vulnerably, helplessly face-up for easy, merciless access. The soft bristles slowly drifted up and down my erection, or lingered in small, lazy, all-knowing circles in the sweet spot just under the head. There was no escape, physically immobile beneath the persuasive and skillful brush, mentally awash in the sensual taunts of “tickle, tickle!” and “coochie coo!” in my ears. There was only one possible outcome.
“Ooh, he’s trembling…” Alexandra laughed. “He's trying to hold it in... I don’t think it's going to take very long…” And with 40 minutes of tickling foreplay already on their side, she was absolutely right. Within a couple of minutes I was a throbbing, dizzy mess.
They weren’t through, quickly cleaning the mess and descending on my feet, working them over with their nails and assorted brushes in spots they knew too well. After another 15 minutes working out my lungs and limbs against the grip of the cuffs, they released me home, beginning the year on the ultimate high note.
Soon I was stripped and pinned to an X-frame as they began to play with me. They’re bright, experienced and know all my buttons to push. They’re also tickle-teasing specialists, approaching me with wiggling fingers and “He’s so ticklish everywhere!” They eased in with light tickling of my nipples and ribs to get the giggles going, eventually attacking to get me squirming uselessly from the fingers on one side of me to the other. My laughing got more desperate as one crawled her fingers into my armpits while the other burrowed into my hips, and rocked so much when they both squeezed into my inner thighs that they camped there for quite a while. In a sign of things to come, they also verified with some sensual fingernail strokes that my cock was ticklish.
Next they moved me to the upright stocks, basically an X-frame without the X boards behind me, which allowed them to come at me from all angles. The psychological torment ramps up an extra notch when you can’t see the fingers coming to tease the tips of your ears, the swoop of your neck, or the underside of your butt cheeks in addition to the other places.
Then they cuffed me face-down and spread-eagle on their leather bondage table. Mistress Alexandra approached me from the front, climbed on the table and forced my head down by kneeling her athletic body on top of it. This gave me a smothered view of her attractive feet that were inches from my shackled hands, and gave her a perfect angle to destroy my ribs, sides and hips until I was gasping for breath. Meanwhile Xena settled comfortably between my legs, donned a pair of latex gloves, and delightedly gave me my first experience with butt-crack tickling for at least five minutes straight. Gloved hands also tickled provocatively along my balls, making things harder.
In time they lowered their voices to a seductive level, their Kryptonite for weakening whatever willpower I might have against the next phase of their plan.
"Our cock is mighty hard here," Xena noted.
There was a quiet click, and the whir of an electric toothbrush from behind.
“Oh, NO, you know that sound…” Alexandra purred. “You know what that means… this is what he can't resist!"
“I know,” Xena cooed in reply. “Buzz, buzz…” Humming fiendishly, she gently re-positioned my stiffening shaft so that the delicate underside was vulnerably, helplessly face-up for easy, merciless access. The soft bristles slowly drifted up and down my erection, or lingered in small, lazy, all-knowing circles in the sweet spot just under the head. There was no escape, physically immobile beneath the persuasive and skillful brush, mentally awash in the sensual taunts of “tickle, tickle!” and “coochie coo!” in my ears. There was only one possible outcome.
“Ooh, he’s trembling…” Alexandra laughed. “He's trying to hold it in... I don’t think it's going to take very long…” And with 40 minutes of tickling foreplay already on their side, she was absolutely right. Within a couple of minutes I was a throbbing, dizzy mess.
They weren’t through, quickly cleaning the mess and descending on my feet, working them over with their nails and assorted brushes in spots they knew too well. After another 15 minutes working out my lungs and limbs against the grip of the cuffs, they released me home, beginning the year on the ultimate high note.
