I have finally heard back from the woman who is coming to Luzianna to make me regret ever letting her tie me up. And thank goodness I have. I thought she'd decided against it and was not returning emails but she's just been out of town.
I was about to submit to a 3 day tickling at the hands of someone who frankly I was scared would end up raping me or taking photos and keeping them. But, I decided against it because of the nasty reputation this other person has.
So... I got an email tonight. It looks like it's going to be five women tickling me. FIVE. Needless to say, I'm now REALLY nervous. These are kind ladies (I know 2 of them personally). I'm in for a few hours of tickling. I already know that I'll be in genuine tears after one hour and mentally GONE come the end of this.
One friend has expressed with glee that she'd love to see me trying to escape in my, "tighty-whiteys". I'm HONESTLY going to try to talk my way out of being stripped to underwear. However I've indicated that I will let them either strip me or make me strip to that point. With five of them I know that physically escaping from 5 women, regardless of how tiny they are is not going to be possible. It's especially not going to be possible considering two or three grabs to the ribs is enough to make me do anything.
It's a real luxury to have ladies who are aware that this is just a playful, fun thing for me doing this. They also are aware that I want to be taken beyond my limits and put in a genuinely begging state. Blissful terror. Utterly blissful terror.
My poor, poor ribs.... my poor armpits... my poor stomach... my poor... Aw hell, my poor body!
I was about to submit to a 3 day tickling at the hands of someone who frankly I was scared would end up raping me or taking photos and keeping them. But, I decided against it because of the nasty reputation this other person has.
So... I got an email tonight. It looks like it's going to be five women tickling me. FIVE. Needless to say, I'm now REALLY nervous. These are kind ladies (I know 2 of them personally). I'm in for a few hours of tickling. I already know that I'll be in genuine tears after one hour and mentally GONE come the end of this.
One friend has expressed with glee that she'd love to see me trying to escape in my, "tighty-whiteys". I'm HONESTLY going to try to talk my way out of being stripped to underwear. However I've indicated that I will let them either strip me or make me strip to that point. With five of them I know that physically escaping from 5 women, regardless of how tiny they are is not going to be possible. It's especially not going to be possible considering two or three grabs to the ribs is enough to make me do anything.
It's a real luxury to have ladies who are aware that this is just a playful, fun thing for me doing this. They also are aware that I want to be taken beyond my limits and put in a genuinely begging state. Blissful terror. Utterly blissful terror.


My poor, poor ribs.... my poor armpits... my poor stomach... my poor... Aw hell, my poor body!