Demo writeup for the TMF
Last Tuesday, TMF member MASTER J hosted a tickle demo at TES. (The world oldest and largest society /
www.TES.org) I walked into the small the small theater where they hold their meetings and was greeted to the sight of a small crowd of tickle fanatics awaiting the start of the program. I also noticed that the victim for the night was an old friend named Lady D. I was really impressed that Master J was able to talk her into it. She is one of those types that will explode with laugher and have trouble defending themselves from a well-timed tickle attack. But at the same time she is a dominant with a strong-will who does not let her guard down often plus she believes in retaliation. Now, MASTER J set up in the middle of the room and had her sit in the corner as he started his presentation with two tables as his background. The two tables were filled with leather cuffs and soft robes. There was also a long rope hanging from a pipe in the ceiling. Lady D kept eyeing this setup nervously through out the night.
MASTER J spoke about his love of tickle and how he uses it in his play. He had explored this side of himself all the way back in high school and he has refined his methods over the year. He loves how versatile a good tickle attack can be used in different scenes. Especially the mental aspects where you can induce begging and pleading from the victims when they know it is coming. Most people will not beg to avoid a flogging or a spanking but they will do that and more to stop a tickling. Add in a blindfold and the anticipation alone does half your work for you. To illustrate this point, several times as he was talking, he turned to Lady D and told her to get ready. Each time she turned redder and redder and started squirming in her seat. You could see that she was wishing for a miracle to come along and let her off the hook. Of course it did not happen.
As part of the build up, MASTER J spoke about all the resources available to ticklephiles nowadays. He remembered the shock and joy on his face when he went to the adult bookstore Kinomatics and noticed the Tied & Tickled material from HOM and Cal-Star. These magazines and videos from the mid-80’s where like gold for him. It’s a great feeling to know that you are not the only one into something. Where once these two companies dominated the landscape for this material, now smaller companies such as his own (Blue Fetish Video) are able to complete and deliver a quality product to our specialized audience. He also mentioned TMF a few times and asked how many of us in the audience were members. Not wanting to be embarrassed, of course, no one admitted it. All this talking was just increased Lady D anxiety and she was bursting though her skin thinking about it. So when Master J finally called her to the center of the room, she looked like a little schoolgirl being sent to the principal’s office. I think she was biting her lip as MASTER J apprentices, Domina Skye and Miss Tamara Blu, two famous NYC doms, tied her up. They tied her wrists in front then attached the ceiling rope to the cuffs to hold her hands over her head as she sat on the taller table. Her legs were tied to the smaller one and her boots were slowly removed.
(I know that I am taking a long time to get to the action so where it is.)
The ladies started on Lady D sensitive armpits and ribs. She started squealing, giggling, and turning red at the first touch of a long fingernail to her skin. Lady D kept trying to shake the tickling away and keep their fingertips off of her but she was stuck. They moved to her belly and neck with the same results. The audience loved it because she is so expressive and responsive. Now Lady D is a small woman, so it was quite a surprise for us when she started moving the small table in the middle of this session. One audience member warned them about the pipe the rope was tied to. Then both ladies worked on her feet. First one would tickle one foot then the other foot would get it. After alternating for a little while they went back to working on both feet at once. By now, Lady D was as red a tomato and they had to give her a short break to catch her breath. I think Master J asked her some questions and asked the audience some as well but I was just staring intently at Lady D small feet so I did not notice. This time Master J took over and worked her over from head to toe. Once again there was a lot of body convolutions and squealing as Lady D was getting a great workout. Being a considerate host Master invited members of the audience to join in. The first pair of gentlemen focused exclusively on her feet. They scratched and clawed at them with glee. Lady D barely endured their attention for more than a few minutes. Now she was a complete wreck and just covered with sweat. But the demo was not done. Master J asked for one more volunteer. This time my hand was up before anyone else. My eagerness did not please Lady D who stated “Oh god, he have been waiting to get at my feet for years.” Which is true the only time I have ever gotten my hands on her feet was when I offered her a foot massage. She said yes only after I swore a blood oath on a stack of bibles not to tickle her. Now as I said I have conducted tickle attacks on Lady D before and have taken shameless advantage of her sensitivity and my overbearing size. Therefore, I knew of one weak spot no one had touched yet. I mentioned to Master J that if you dig your fingers down past the top of her jeans about an inch or so, and squeezed really hard, Lady D would lose it. Despite being tormented out of her mind, she still had a lot of spunk left. Everyone mentioned that the look she gave me when I opened my big mouth was priceless. She fixed a killer stare on me but it didn’t deter me one bit. Now it must have been real a real intense experience for her to have both sides of her upper pelvis worked on at once because she started to move the big table in an effort to get away. I know she screamed but I don’t remember if she was able to laugh while we did this. The sight and sound of the table moving surprised us so much that she earned a little break in the action for it. But I wasn’t going to leave without tickling her feet. I tried my fingertips and a small brush but she was already worn out and wasn’t as sensitive as she was earlier. So I decided to try some drastic measures and placed her left foot in my mouth. I am not sure what her shoe size is but I was able to get all toes and half of her sole in there. Between, the scratching with my fingers and teeth, the licking, and the toe sucking I had her. It was sweet music to my ears to listen to the sounds she made as I broke through her defenses and reawaken her nerve endings. I finished my meal and walked back to my seat with an arrogant strut, as I felt victorious. Surprising, after the demo, Lady D was still willing to speak to me and did not try to punch me in the knee as usual. Lord Sebastian
