bellystrokes
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After finally being released from the inescapable tickleboard, I sat on the couch, with my bare feet on the cushions, listening to the always great tales of the Mistress. Then just as I was feeling normal and calmed down again, the mistress all of sudden broke out a 24’ piece of thick rope, and before I knew it, wrapped it around my wrists 4 or 5 times. She then took the two ends and crissed-crossed them at my wrists, above and below making it impossible for me to wiggle out of the thick rope. After that, she put my hands up by my face, spreading them open with one on each cheek, and my chin resting in the palms, looking like a little girl posing for a portrait. She then tied the rope behind your neck, forcing me to stay in that position.
She then tickled me awhile in front of some her friends and everyone teased that I looked oh so sweet, with the hands on my cheeks. After that, she pulled the rope over each shoulder, and tied the rope around the tops of my knees and below, pulling me into a sitting ball like position. She finished by tying the remaining ropes down to my ankles cinching them together and in, then back to my thighs. I was now sitting, knees bent, hands at face, knees, wrists and thighs cinched at the center and then........ oh god, she went at it again, tickling me very wickedly. The damn knees bore the brunt of her attentions and yes, my feet received a large measure of her attention as well. Thank god, that session came to an end. And after a day of continous tickle torture, I did finally leave, quivering still. And I think I am quivering still. Maybe I will calm down by the time the next event takes place at the end of the month, just maybe.
She then tickled me awhile in front of some her friends and everyone teased that I looked oh so sweet, with the hands on my cheeks. After that, she pulled the rope over each shoulder, and tied the rope around the tops of my knees and below, pulling me into a sitting ball like position. She finished by tying the remaining ropes down to my ankles cinching them together and in, then back to my thighs. I was now sitting, knees bent, hands at face, knees, wrists and thighs cinched at the center and then........ oh god, she went at it again, tickling me very wickedly. The damn knees bore the brunt of her attentions and yes, my feet received a large measure of her attention as well. Thank god, that session came to an end. And after a day of continous tickle torture, I did finally leave, quivering still. And I think I am quivering still. Maybe I will calm down by the time the next event takes place at the end of the month, just maybe.
I KNEW it! Hee!
