medikation65
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So I went to an escort house see what it's like being tied and tickled. I had an appointment with "the tickler" there, her name was Julie. I went in and checked my name with the girl at the desk. I said; "Are you Julie?" She said, "No, I'm Jane, but I'll show you where you'll meet Julie."
She got up and led me through a hallway. We passed widows that had a camera pointing into them, like when the police do a line-up. I saw the occasional room with someone in them in bondage, or things of that nature. The girl told me there were one way mirrors, so people could look in, but the people inside could not look out. There were noises of punishment etc. that I could faintly hear from all areas.
Then we came to a window that Jane stopped at. I came up to the window and stood beside the camera and looked in.
"That's Julie," Jane told me. She pointed to a woman about 35 or 40, in a black skirt, white blouse, tan nylons, and high heels. She was kneeling down because she had a girl tied in the most immobile way I've ever seen. Her arms were up and back exposing her whole underarms and torso, and her feet were also tied behind her like in a hogtie. Julie was tickling this girl out of her mind, and sort of holding her down at the same time. She'd tickle her in between the legs, then scratch the bottoms of her feet ruthlessly, making the poor girl screech with helpless laughter, trying desperately to get away. The girl would occasionally be able to roll one way or the other. I saw her roll towards the window, and my stomach went into my throaght! This girl had obviously been tickled so much that she had tears streaming down her face. She had her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open laughing, screaming, and begging for mercy. The I saw Julie reach up and go under the girls shirt and tickle her upperbody visciously The poor girl lost her mind again trying to get away and laughing/crying with uncontrollable movements.
Julie tickled this girl, non-stop. No mercy, even for a second. And she did it with a straight face the whole time, watching the girl's face sadistically to see the worst reactions.
I thought; "Oh man, what did I get myself into..."
I was led to a room that was empty except for a massage table with stocks on the end, and hand cuffs at the top. It was low to the ground, and there was a chair beside the table. "I'll tie you down, and then leave you for Julie, ok?" Jane said. "Umm, ok." The set up was exactly what I had asked for in the form I filled out. I removed my shirt and shoes and socks, and Jane put me face down with my arms cuffed above my head and my ankles in the stocks at the end. I wasn't going anywhere. "Ok, Julie will be in soon, have fun!" Jane had said. "Umm, thank you." I replied. I waited, and then I heard behind me the door open and some high heels start walking towards me, but I couldn't see the person.
It of course was Julie. She sat down in the chair beside me and put one leg over the other and dangled her shoe almost infront of my face. I looked back, and I could see she was reading something on a clip board.
I cleared my throaght and said; "Umm, hi." She said, with no smile and without even looking at me, "Hi, my name is Julie. I have your information here. We'll beginm in a second, I just want to go over this." "What is that?" I asked, even though I knew what it was. "This is the form you filled out last week with your request." I was so worried, this woman, a proffesional tickler, had a sheet of ALL my most ticklish areas, and how to tickle me the MOST.
She then leaned over a little looking at the clip board and took a hand and tickled my ribs a little with her nails. I of course squirmed a bit and laughed. Then she stopped, the she did the same to my waist.
She was TESTING my ticklish areas that I had written down. Then she dissapeared from my sight and I felt some nails along the bottoms of my left foot. That drove me nuts! Then she stopped. Then she simply said; "Ok." She got up and walked over to the corner of the room and removed her business jacket, and took her heels off leaving her in a skirt, white blouse and stockinged feet. She walked over and then it began.
She started by tickling the back of my right knee and the bottom of my right foot at the same time. She had the WORST pressure on both, and she seemed to know exactly where I would squirm. Her hands were also freezing cold. I went ballistic when it first started, and then I kept laughing. So hard that I was running out of air. She stopped JUST in time and let me breathe once, and then tickled the backs of my ribs and under the arms with her nails.
I found myself screaming out; "Okay! OKAY!! STOOPP!" and things like that, but she was just NASTY! She would tickle up and down my sides from under the arms to my thighs and back again. She knew JUST how to make me laugh the hardest. Tears were rolling down my face after about 4 minutes. Julie NEVER quit. Then she would tickle the bottoms of both of my feet at the same time, driving me into hysterics.
Then Julie climed on top of me and sat on me facing my butt. She dug her nyloned feet into my underarms and wiggled them, and started scribbling her nails all over my butt and lower sides. All this time she said nothing, and didn't even smile. Except once.
She was tickling me under the arms from in front of me so I could see her face. I looked her in the eye and said; "Enough, no please don't..." she smiled at me and of course went off tickling me under the arms NON-STOP for about 1.50 minutes. You name it, she got me there, tickling my MOST ticklish spots more ruthlessly. She put a hand on my back at one point to stop me moving when she tickled my hips. I was worn out after my half an hour was up. From screaming, begging, laughing, and squirming as best I could.
Julie said ok, times up. And I have to say, I WAS thankful! Jane came in and untied me, then I got dressed and she gave me a video tape of the whole thing. She said; "So will we see you again?" I said; "After I recover, yeas definitly!"
She got up and led me through a hallway. We passed widows that had a camera pointing into them, like when the police do a line-up. I saw the occasional room with someone in them in bondage, or things of that nature. The girl told me there were one way mirrors, so people could look in, but the people inside could not look out. There were noises of punishment etc. that I could faintly hear from all areas.
Then we came to a window that Jane stopped at. I came up to the window and stood beside the camera and looked in.
"That's Julie," Jane told me. She pointed to a woman about 35 or 40, in a black skirt, white blouse, tan nylons, and high heels. She was kneeling down because she had a girl tied in the most immobile way I've ever seen. Her arms were up and back exposing her whole underarms and torso, and her feet were also tied behind her like in a hogtie. Julie was tickling this girl out of her mind, and sort of holding her down at the same time. She'd tickle her in between the legs, then scratch the bottoms of her feet ruthlessly, making the poor girl screech with helpless laughter, trying desperately to get away. The girl would occasionally be able to roll one way or the other. I saw her roll towards the window, and my stomach went into my throaght! This girl had obviously been tickled so much that she had tears streaming down her face. She had her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open laughing, screaming, and begging for mercy. The I saw Julie reach up and go under the girls shirt and tickle her upperbody visciously The poor girl lost her mind again trying to get away and laughing/crying with uncontrollable movements.
Julie tickled this girl, non-stop. No mercy, even for a second. And she did it with a straight face the whole time, watching the girl's face sadistically to see the worst reactions.
I thought; "Oh man, what did I get myself into..."
I was led to a room that was empty except for a massage table with stocks on the end, and hand cuffs at the top. It was low to the ground, and there was a chair beside the table. "I'll tie you down, and then leave you for Julie, ok?" Jane said. "Umm, ok." The set up was exactly what I had asked for in the form I filled out. I removed my shirt and shoes and socks, and Jane put me face down with my arms cuffed above my head and my ankles in the stocks at the end. I wasn't going anywhere. "Ok, Julie will be in soon, have fun!" Jane had said. "Umm, thank you." I replied. I waited, and then I heard behind me the door open and some high heels start walking towards me, but I couldn't see the person.
It of course was Julie. She sat down in the chair beside me and put one leg over the other and dangled her shoe almost infront of my face. I looked back, and I could see she was reading something on a clip board.
I cleared my throaght and said; "Umm, hi." She said, with no smile and without even looking at me, "Hi, my name is Julie. I have your information here. We'll beginm in a second, I just want to go over this." "What is that?" I asked, even though I knew what it was. "This is the form you filled out last week with your request." I was so worried, this woman, a proffesional tickler, had a sheet of ALL my most ticklish areas, and how to tickle me the MOST.
She then leaned over a little looking at the clip board and took a hand and tickled my ribs a little with her nails. I of course squirmed a bit and laughed. Then she stopped, the she did the same to my waist.
She was TESTING my ticklish areas that I had written down. Then she dissapeared from my sight and I felt some nails along the bottoms of my left foot. That drove me nuts! Then she stopped. Then she simply said; "Ok." She got up and walked over to the corner of the room and removed her business jacket, and took her heels off leaving her in a skirt, white blouse and stockinged feet. She walked over and then it began.
She started by tickling the back of my right knee and the bottom of my right foot at the same time. She had the WORST pressure on both, and she seemed to know exactly where I would squirm. Her hands were also freezing cold. I went ballistic when it first started, and then I kept laughing. So hard that I was running out of air. She stopped JUST in time and let me breathe once, and then tickled the backs of my ribs and under the arms with her nails.
I found myself screaming out; "Okay! OKAY!! STOOPP!" and things like that, but she was just NASTY! She would tickle up and down my sides from under the arms to my thighs and back again. She knew JUST how to make me laugh the hardest. Tears were rolling down my face after about 4 minutes. Julie NEVER quit. Then she would tickle the bottoms of both of my feet at the same time, driving me into hysterics.
Then Julie climed on top of me and sat on me facing my butt. She dug her nyloned feet into my underarms and wiggled them, and started scribbling her nails all over my butt and lower sides. All this time she said nothing, and didn't even smile. Except once.
She was tickling me under the arms from in front of me so I could see her face. I looked her in the eye and said; "Enough, no please don't..." she smiled at me and of course went off tickling me under the arms NON-STOP for about 1.50 minutes. You name it, she got me there, tickling my MOST ticklish spots more ruthlessly. She put a hand on my back at one point to stop me moving when she tickled my hips. I was worn out after my half an hour was up. From screaming, begging, laughing, and squirming as best I could.
Julie said ok, times up. And I have to say, I WAS thankful! Jane came in and untied me, then I got dressed and she gave me a video tape of the whole thing. She said; "So will we see you again?" I said; "After I recover, yeas definitly!"
