bellystrokes
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Silly me. And I thought being released from the cot, and the play-party coming to an end, my poor ticklish body would be safe for a bit. As I said, silly me.
It all began with me waving good bye to the last of the munchers, when the Mistress Stephanie placed her arm around me and informed me that she has something special planned for me as a reward for helping to organize the wonderful day.
I was quickly and firmly guided to her special room, or dungeon, full of amazing props, toys, and furniture. Now I am not an expert, but I have been told she has the best collection in the state, if not the United States. As I stood in awe, she nonchalantly changed into her black six inch stilettos , which only allowed this dom to overpower me even more so. And she knew it. And she loved it.
Before I knew it, my back was against this horrific contraption that she has accurately dubbed the “inescapable tickleboard”, and my arms were high above my head, with the wrists totally secured in the cuffs and my ankles, immobilized by the floor cuffs. To make matters worse, she wrapped a leather strap tightly and I do mean tightly, around my waist, holding my whole mid section in place.
She then flashed that famous smile of hers which clearly states, “You may survive this. Yet again, you may not.” And within seconds her delicious but diabolical light touch was tormenting my wrists, arms, underarms, ribs, sides, belly, bellybutton, hips, thight, knees (yeah, thanks a lot Primetime), my lower legs and my feet. All without letting up or any breaks. How long did this last? Lord, I don’t know, it seemed forever. And she really loved torturing my hips and hip bone area, a real favorite spot for her.
Once released, I sat on her couch, still quivering and shaking for the longest time. I was just starting to feel back to normal, when she brought out the rope---but that is another post. Coming soon.
BTW, I will be helping out with the June gathering and maybe I will do a good job again. Love you, Dear Mistress. Your devoted goddess.
It all began with me waving good bye to the last of the munchers, when the Mistress Stephanie placed her arm around me and informed me that she has something special planned for me as a reward for helping to organize the wonderful day.
I was quickly and firmly guided to her special room, or dungeon, full of amazing props, toys, and furniture. Now I am not an expert, but I have been told she has the best collection in the state, if not the United States. As I stood in awe, she nonchalantly changed into her black six inch stilettos , which only allowed this dom to overpower me even more so. And she knew it. And she loved it.
Before I knew it, my back was against this horrific contraption that she has accurately dubbed the “inescapable tickleboard”, and my arms were high above my head, with the wrists totally secured in the cuffs and my ankles, immobilized by the floor cuffs. To make matters worse, she wrapped a leather strap tightly and I do mean tightly, around my waist, holding my whole mid section in place.
She then flashed that famous smile of hers which clearly states, “You may survive this. Yet again, you may not.” And within seconds her delicious but diabolical light touch was tormenting my wrists, arms, underarms, ribs, sides, belly, bellybutton, hips, thight, knees (yeah, thanks a lot Primetime), my lower legs and my feet. All without letting up or any breaks. How long did this last? Lord, I don’t know, it seemed forever. And she really loved torturing my hips and hip bone area, a real favorite spot for her.
Once released, I sat on her couch, still quivering and shaking for the longest time. I was just starting to feel back to normal, when she brought out the rope---but that is another post. Coming soon.
BTW, I will be helping out with the June gathering and maybe I will do a good job again. Love you, Dear Mistress. Your devoted goddess.
I am a 4'6 foot brunette woman,I'd love to meet you and test my limits seeing just how long I could endure your tickling before I pleaded "uncle" 
But just if I *do* say uncle,doesn;t mean i would want the tickling to stop 
