It is Wednesday, June 15, 2005, the day of my first tickling session with Mistress Zara http://www.mistresszaranyc.com/
of New York City’s Hidden Chamber, in the Red Room.
The role-play premise:
Mistress Zara works with my wife. They often hang out together. Zara has met me several times, mostly at company events like summer picnics and holiday parties. Unlike the husbands and boyfriends of other female friends & colleagues, I have never overstepped my bounds with Zara. While she would never date me were I single, she likes me as a friend.
One night while my wife is out of town, Mistress Zara calls my home to speak with her. When I tell Zara my wife is away, she asks if I could help with the favor she was going to ask. Saying it won’t take long, Zara asks if I could just come over and she’ll explain it then?
While I always found Mistress Zara attractive, I drop by expecting to help with some routine favor. It surprises me when Zara greets me at her door wearing a bathrobe that flatters her ample cleavage. Behind closed doors, she pours some wine and takes a seat close to me on her love seat. Rather than tell me why she asked me over, Zara converses about her day on the job, and so on. After a little while,
I start to wonder what this is about.
The role-play begins:
"So, Zara," I ask. "What was it you wanted? Why did you call?"
Mistress Zara proves her acting chops, going into the role-play
nervously. She admits she knows my wife’s away.
“She and I were having lunch recently,” Mistress Zara says of my wife, “and she told me something about you. It turns out you and I have more in common that we realized.”
As those words pass her lips, Mistress Zara
grazes her fingernails against my sensitive side.
Pausing, Mistress Zara playfully lets the anticipation build. As if she wants to avoid “saying the words,” she mentions how the wine has her relaxed. Then she shifts back to the topic of me.
“You know,” says Mistress Zara, “you’re practically the only one of my friends' husbands and boyfriends who hasn't asked for my phone number, made suggestive remarks, or 'accidentally' rubbed against me. I’ve always liked you for that.”
Once again, Mistress Zara brushes her tickling fingers on me.
Like an uneasy teen-ager at her first boy-girl dance, Mistress Zara hesitates again. Then, at last, she articulates her reason for inviting me over when she knew my wife was out of town.
“Your wife told me you like to
tickle her,” says Mistress Zara. “I like tickling, too. When she told me about you, she was mean about it, as if she was putting you down. I played along even though I felt my blood rushing. I worried she would notice me blushing! At the same time, I resented the way she talked about you. I was thinking, ‘I wish I could find a faithful guy who liked tickling me.’"
Were I not married or at least if Mistress Zara were not my wife’s friend, I already would have her tied down. I keep my hands to myself, not sure what to say.
Mistress Zara stands, walking to the middle of the room, leaving me dumbfounded and alone on the love seat (unless
my erection counts as company). Complaining that it’s getting warm, she 
lets her robe drop, revealing the sexiest bra and skimpiest g-string adorning her fair-skinned, voluptuous physique.
Returning to the love seat, Mistress Zara tickles me as she removes all my clothes except my thong.
Mistress Zara leads me to her “bedroom” (the Red Room Bondage bed area) so we can see how we look in the mirror, me in my thong, she in her bra and g-string.
"I don't want you to feel under-dressed," says Mistress Zara. Before I can ask what she means, she
removes her bra so we're both bare-chested.
We climb on the bondage bed, tickle-fighting. To my surprise, I get the best of Mistress Zara, especially when I tickle her feet. I had wondered just how ticklish she is. Also, having read accounts of Zara’s prowess as a tickler, I wondered – no, I worried – her tickling skills would overwhelm even mine.
Lucky for me
, I wrote this role-play! Mistress Zara asks me to help her break in her new cuffs. Directing Zara to the Red Room “X” rack, I cheerfully oblige her request, cuffing her arms and legs to the frame.
Pushing Mistress Zara’s gorgeous red hair back, I start the tickle torture on her neck. Giggling, Zara shrugs her shoulders in defensive reaction. A light tickle touch works best on Zara, a fitting tickle style for her tender approach to this role-play. I tickle her arms, sides, stomach, inner thighs, and legs. Oddly, I do not get much reaction on Zara’s underarms. Ditto her ribs, which I make the mistake of poking – later in the session I will learn 😉 a better way to tickle Zara there.
I can wait no longer. Those, bare, beautiful 36-D bosoms of Mistress Zara’s keep daring me to see if they are ticklish. With Zara’s arms suspended so tautly above her head, I feel just a little
wrong tickling her breasts – for maybe half a second, anyway! After that, I feel 
just great, tickling her sumptuous set!
Blindfolding Mistress Zara for a few minutes adds the element of surprise to her ticklish predicament. While I crave eye contact during tickle play, having Zara unaware of where I will next tickle proves a temporary, satisfying substitute. When I tickle a sightless Zara with a couple of toothbrushes, she wonders what's tickling her now. I hint, “They’re supposed to help with your smile anyway.”
Removing the blindfold and releasing her from the “X,” frame, I have Mistress Zara rest face down on the bondage bed. I cuff her by the wrists to either corner. Cuffing her ankles together, I tie the restraint to the footboard.
On her web site, Mistress Zara mentions her feet are ticklish. I spend a lot of time tickling her helpless soles, getting her to laugh about as loud as an admitted non-screamer will. At times, I use my toes to tickle Zara’s sides and breasts while I tickle her feet with my hands. Zara bemoans having my bare feet so close to her tied hands.
Having such a good time hearing Mistress Zara laugh and sigh as I tickle her feet, I almost forget her behind. As if throwing a switch, a tickle of Zara’s bare buttocks causes her to tighten up. I kid her about picking up quarters from the sidewalk when her hands are full.
For the third position, I had planned to seat Mistress Zara on the bed with her arms cuffed behind her back and legs cuffed to the side frame. Instead, I decide to merely flip Zara on her back and restrain her in the “Y” position again.
The aesthetic of her arms over her head, unable to protect those helpless, ticklish breasts from my fingertips, is the reason.
For the remainder of Mistress Zara’s tickle torture, I work mostly her breasts and feet. To my wonder, I get several pleas of “mercy” out of the crimson-haired temptress in the 40-something minutes I’ve spent tickling her.
Releasing Mistress Zara, it is
time for her to pay back some of what I’ve given her.
Mistress Zara restrains me on my back in the “X” position. As she ties me down, I continue to tickle her. I lightly tickle Zara’s ribs, causing her to
recoil about as well as I had in the session. Zara admits that her ribs and sides are much more prone to tickling via a gentle, not poking, touch! I will remember that. Finally, Zara has me cuffed in place, hers to torment.
I also will remember how skilled a tickler Mistress Zara is. I had a front-row preview in my previous Hidden Chamber visit, when Zara helped me tickle Mistress Annabelle. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=58232 Further, I had read of the torture Zara administered to other clients as well as to another mistress. http://www.mistresszaranyc.com/id9.html
Mistress Zara explains that she developed her tickling skills at the expense of a younger sister. But when someone’s tickling the H-E- double hockey sticks out of you, she does not have to really sell her qualifications. And tickle me Mistress Zara does!
Mistress Zara starts on the soles of my feet, causing me to wriggle as if electricity is running through me. Zara works her way up my body, finding my ribs to be equally ticklish. Her delightful green eyes communicate the pleasure she’s having as I laugh and laugh.
The knock at the door tells us it’s time to quit. Straddling me, Mistress Zara says she won’t stop tickling me nor will she release me unless I promise not to tickle her again.
Through my laughter, I tell Mistress Zara,
“I can’t promise that.”
Mistress Zara persists, teasing me about staying for the rest of the week if I won’t promise to keep my tickling fingers to myself. No deal, I say between laughs.
Relenting, Mistress Zara frees me. As soon as one hand is unfettered, I tickle her as she tries to remove the remaining restraints. The session ends the way it started, with quick, sneaky tickles, though this time I’m the one administering them.
Before getting dressed, Zara and I both rest on the bondage bed. I move my hand towards Zara and she flinches, afraid I am going to tickle her ribs again! (I wasn’t going to tickle her that time!) Having read of Zara’s accomplishments as a tickler and seen her in action with Mistress Annabelle, I feel like I’m hitting a home run off Tom Seaver, having tickled Mistress Zara so well that I’d conditioned her to protect herself when my 
hands come near.
of New York City’s Hidden Chamber, in the Red Room.
The role-play premise:
Mistress Zara works with my wife. They often hang out together. Zara has met me several times, mostly at company events like summer picnics and holiday parties. Unlike the husbands and boyfriends of other female friends & colleagues, I have never overstepped my bounds with Zara. While she would never date me were I single, she likes me as a friend.
One night while my wife is out of town, Mistress Zara calls my home to speak with her. When I tell Zara my wife is away, she asks if I could help with the favor she was going to ask. Saying it won’t take long, Zara asks if I could just come over and she’ll explain it then?
While I always found Mistress Zara attractive, I drop by expecting to help with some routine favor. It surprises me when Zara greets me at her door wearing a bathrobe that flatters her ample cleavage. Behind closed doors, she pours some wine and takes a seat close to me on her love seat. Rather than tell me why she asked me over, Zara converses about her day on the job, and so on. After a little while,
I start to wonder what this is about.The role-play begins:
"So, Zara," I ask. "What was it you wanted? Why did you call?"
Mistress Zara proves her acting chops, going into the role-play
nervously. She admits she knows my wife’s away.“She and I were having lunch recently,” Mistress Zara says of my wife, “and she told me something about you. It turns out you and I have more in common that we realized.”
As those words pass her lips, Mistress Zara
grazes her fingernails against my sensitive side.Pausing, Mistress Zara playfully lets the anticipation build. As if she wants to avoid “saying the words,” she mentions how the wine has her relaxed. Then she shifts back to the topic of me.
“You know,” says Mistress Zara, “you’re practically the only one of my friends' husbands and boyfriends who hasn't asked for my phone number, made suggestive remarks, or 'accidentally' rubbed against me. I’ve always liked you for that.”
Once again, Mistress Zara
brushes her tickling fingers on me.Like an uneasy teen-ager at her first boy-girl dance, Mistress Zara hesitates again. Then, at last, she articulates her reason for inviting me over when she knew my wife was out of town.
“Your wife told me you like to
tickle her,” says Mistress Zara. “I like tickling, too. When she told me about you, she was mean about it, as if she was putting you down. I played along even though I felt my blood rushing. I worried she would notice me blushing! At the same time, I resented the way she talked about you. I was thinking, ‘I wish I could find a faithful guy who liked tickling me.’"Were I not married or at least if Mistress Zara were not my wife’s friend, I already would have her tied down. I keep my hands to myself, not sure what to say.
Mistress Zara stands, walking to the middle of the room, leaving me dumbfounded and alone on the love seat (unless
my erection counts as company). Complaining that it’s getting warm, she lets her robe drop, revealing the sexiest bra and skimpiest g-string adorning her fair-skinned, voluptuous physique.Returning to the love seat, Mistress Zara tickles me as she removes all my clothes except my thong.
Mistress Zara leads me to her “bedroom” (the Red Room Bondage bed area) so we can see how we look in the mirror, me in my thong, she in her bra and g-string.
"I don't want you to feel under-dressed," says Mistress Zara. Before I can ask what she means, she
removes her bra so we're both bare-chested. We climb on the bondage bed, tickle-fighting. To my surprise, I get the best of Mistress Zara, especially when I tickle her feet. I had wondered just how ticklish she is. Also, having read accounts of Zara’s prowess as a tickler, I wondered – no, I worried – her tickling skills would overwhelm even mine.
Lucky for me
, I wrote this role-play! Mistress Zara asks me to help her break in her new cuffs. Directing Zara to the Red Room “X” rack, I cheerfully oblige her request, cuffing her arms and legs to the frame. Pushing Mistress Zara’s gorgeous red hair back, I start the tickle torture on her neck. Giggling, Zara shrugs her shoulders in defensive reaction. A light tickle touch works best on Zara, a fitting tickle style for her tender approach to this role-play. I tickle her arms, sides, stomach, inner thighs, and legs. Oddly, I do not get much reaction on Zara’s underarms. Ditto her ribs, which I make the mistake of poking – later in the session I will learn 😉 a better way to tickle Zara there.
I can wait no longer. Those, bare, beautiful 36-D bosoms of Mistress Zara’s keep daring me to see if they are ticklish. With Zara’s arms suspended so tautly above her head, I feel just a little
wrong tickling her breasts – for maybe half a second, anyway! After that, I feel just great, tickling her sumptuous set!Blindfolding Mistress Zara for a few minutes adds the element of surprise to her ticklish predicament. While I crave eye contact during tickle play, having Zara unaware of where I will next tickle proves a temporary, satisfying substitute. When I tickle a sightless Zara with a couple of toothbrushes, she wonders what's tickling her now. I hint, “They’re supposed to help with your smile anyway.”
Removing the blindfold and releasing her from the “X,” frame, I have Mistress Zara rest face down on the bondage bed. I cuff her by the wrists to either corner. Cuffing her ankles together, I tie the restraint to the footboard.
On her web site, Mistress Zara mentions her feet are ticklish. I spend a lot of time tickling her helpless soles, getting her to laugh about as loud as an admitted non-screamer will. At times, I use my toes to tickle Zara’s sides and breasts while I tickle her feet with my hands. Zara bemoans having my bare feet so close to her tied hands.
Having such a good time hearing Mistress Zara laugh and sigh as I tickle her feet, I almost forget her behind. As if throwing a switch, a tickle of Zara’s bare buttocks causes her to tighten up. I kid her about picking up quarters from the sidewalk when her hands are full.
For the third position, I had planned to seat Mistress Zara on the bed with her arms cuffed behind her back and legs cuffed to the side frame. Instead, I decide to merely flip Zara on her back and restrain her in the “Y” position again.
The aesthetic of her arms over her head, unable to protect those helpless, ticklish breasts from my fingertips, is the reason.For the remainder of Mistress Zara’s tickle torture, I work mostly her breasts and feet. To my wonder, I get several pleas of “mercy” out of the crimson-haired temptress in the 40-something minutes I’ve spent tickling her.
Releasing Mistress Zara, it is
time for her to pay back some of what I’ve given her.Mistress Zara restrains me on my back in the “X” position. As she ties me down, I continue to tickle her. I lightly tickle Zara’s ribs, causing her to
recoil about as well as I had in the session. Zara admits that her ribs and sides are much more prone to tickling via a gentle, not poking, touch! I will remember that. Finally, Zara has me cuffed in place, hers to torment.I also will remember how skilled a tickler Mistress Zara is. I had a front-row preview in my previous Hidden Chamber visit, when Zara helped me tickle Mistress Annabelle. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=58232 Further, I had read of the torture Zara administered to other clients as well as to another mistress. http://www.mistresszaranyc.com/id9.html
Mistress Zara explains that she developed her tickling skills at the expense of a younger sister. But when someone’s tickling the H-E- double hockey sticks out of you, she does not have to really sell her qualifications. And tickle me Mistress Zara does!
Mistress Zara starts on the soles of my feet, causing me to wriggle as if electricity is running through me. Zara works her way up my body, finding my ribs to be equally ticklish. Her delightful green eyes communicate the pleasure she’s having as I laugh and laugh.
The knock at the door tells us it’s time to quit. Straddling me, Mistress Zara says she won’t stop tickling me nor will she release me unless I promise not to tickle her again.
Through my laughter, I tell Mistress Zara,
“I can’t promise that.”Mistress Zara persists, teasing me about staying for the rest of the week if I won’t promise to keep my tickling fingers to myself. No deal, I say between laughs.
Relenting, Mistress Zara frees me. As soon as one hand is unfettered, I tickle her as she tries to remove the remaining restraints. The session ends the way it started, with quick, sneaky tickles, though this time I’m the one administering them.
Before getting dressed, Zara and I both rest on the bondage bed. I move my hand towards Zara and she
flinches, afraid I am going to tickle her ribs again! (I wasn’t going to tickle her that time!) Having read of Zara’s accomplishments as a tickler and seen her in action with Mistress Annabelle, I feel like I’m hitting a home run off Tom Seaver, having tickled Mistress Zara so well that I’d conditioned her to protect herself when my hands come near.
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