I don't know if this really counts as a 'bad' experience, but something pretty funny happened to me a little over 1 year ago. Although I was always ler'ing with my wife, I always had a secret desire to try the other side. I got my wife to tie me up and tickle me a couple times, and it was fun. But then I started to wonder what it would be like to be at the absolute mercy of someone who would really tickle torture me intensely. I knew that the idea was too hard-core for my wife, so I began looking at female doms that were around town. I finally found one that I thought was pretty cool, and I struck up an email relationship with her to find out some things. I described a pretty intense and detailed scenario that would take place in her dungeon, and she told me it sounded like a lot of fun to her. The timing was also perfect as my wife went away for a week to Mexico for a wedding, so I could be discreet and try out my fantasy. I arranged for an appointment, then I went over there to meet her at her dungeon/studio which is amazingly located on the top-floor of an apartment complex. She was a very cool girl, and she immediately calmed me down - I was a bit nervous, but very excited too. I asked her about the noise factor, and she told me that the concrete walls kept the sound to a minimum, so I felt a lot better. We started to play. She got me to strip down to my underwear and t-shirt, then she took me to a bench and tied my wrists tightly over my head. She tied my ankles to the bottom of the bench and then we started bantering, according to my scenario wishes. The bantering was a lot of fun, as she pretended she was a girl from my school days that I used to tickle torture, and now she was getting revenge. My role was to deny knowing anything about it, and of course she had to tickle me senseless to get me to admit it. Things were going great, as she worked over my ribs, armpits, stomach and feet, getting more and more intense as we went. She blindfolded me at one point, and really started going nuts on me. Not thinking, I started pretend yelling, 'help! police! I'm being tortured!' Next thing I knew, a ball-gag was quickly stuffed in my mouth and buckled tight as she said, 'we need to quiet you down a bit!'. We continued playing for another 10 minutes when suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. She stopped and said, 'uh-oh!'. She climbed off me and went to the door. Of course, I couldn't see anything, but I could clearly hear the men at the door identifying themselves as police. D'oh!!! Apparently a neighbor (who the dom had been at odds with) had called in because they heard my 'cries for help', so FOUR cops came over to check things out. She did the only thing she could and invited them in to look around and ask me if I was OK. The cops came in and - from what I could hear - were QUITE amused, trying to stifle their laughter. They approached me and asked me if I was OK and - in a muffled voice through the ball-gag - I assured them that 'ever-shing ishh OK, offisher!'. They asked me if I wanted them to take the gag out, and I actually told them no. For some reason I felt way less humiliated being gagged and blindfolded and completely helpless - it took away any responsibility from me, and at least I didn't have to talk to them for a long time, or look them in the eye!!! Anyway, after looking around a bit more (apparently a couple of them were VERY curious and interested in some of the gear), they finally left. My dom friend untied me and we sat down at her kitchen table to have a long laugh about it. It's safe to say that it was a night I'll never forget. Oh, and I'm happy to report that the session didn't end there. She hog-tied me for another 20 minutes, so I got to leave on a happy note!
