Sometimes things just fall into place.
Two or three months ago I saw a post on FetLife from a burlesque dancer who was setting up a tour through several Midwestern states en route to the east coast. We traded a few notes of introduction and soon had worked out a tickling session date of Wednesday August 15. Her profile indicated an interest in tickling and I felt lucky to have spotted it.
Meanwhile, the TMF friend I've been seeing about monthly worked out a session with me for Friday the 17th.
Both of those sessions were set from about 10-12 in the morning, using a conveniently located downtown Chicago hotel where the manager generously gives me VIP treatment (at least that's how it feels, since he's given me his personal e-mail address, pre-checked me in for my latest sessions, and arranges one of their best suites for me).
I also got a contact from the first person I ever tickled with, who now lives in Nevada but was swinging through central Illinois on a coast-to-coast tour. Wouldn't you know it, she was available on Saturday the 18th.
Needless to say, I'd been looking forward to this week for some time.
Then last weekend I got an e-mail from a Chicago domme who'd posted on TMF a while back, which had led to a fun session. In fact, at the time she'd surprised me with a second tickler free of charge for the last half hour of our two-hour slot. I'd been hoping for a chance to repay her for that. Wouldn't you know it, she had an opening from 1-3 on Friday the 17th. And so did her friend. Quite a coincidence.
By Saturday afternoon, I was all smiles.
I was tickled on every inch - every single inch - over the course of those four days. I also tickled every single inch, at least with the one with whom I'm most intimate.
The burlesque dancer was a tickling session rookie, but she was a natural, her feet were explosively ticklish, and she was a fiendishly talented verbal teaser.
I was also leather-cuffed into my dream position by the two dommes on a very vulnerable spread-legged chair while my thighs were lashed helplessly to the seat and my wrists bound tightly above my head, with two giggling pairs of hands simultaneously gliding over my soles and underarms.
Two or three months ago I saw a post on FetLife from a burlesque dancer who was setting up a tour through several Midwestern states en route to the east coast. We traded a few notes of introduction and soon had worked out a tickling session date of Wednesday August 15. Her profile indicated an interest in tickling and I felt lucky to have spotted it.
Meanwhile, the TMF friend I've been seeing about monthly worked out a session with me for Friday the 17th.
Both of those sessions were set from about 10-12 in the morning, using a conveniently located downtown Chicago hotel where the manager generously gives me VIP treatment (at least that's how it feels, since he's given me his personal e-mail address, pre-checked me in for my latest sessions, and arranges one of their best suites for me).
I also got a contact from the first person I ever tickled with, who now lives in Nevada but was swinging through central Illinois on a coast-to-coast tour. Wouldn't you know it, she was available on Saturday the 18th.
Needless to say, I'd been looking forward to this week for some time.
Then last weekend I got an e-mail from a Chicago domme who'd posted on TMF a while back, which had led to a fun session. In fact, at the time she'd surprised me with a second tickler free of charge for the last half hour of our two-hour slot. I'd been hoping for a chance to repay her for that. Wouldn't you know it, she had an opening from 1-3 on Friday the 17th. And so did her friend. Quite a coincidence.
By Saturday afternoon, I was all smiles.
I was tickled on every inch - every single inch - over the course of those four days. I also tickled every single inch, at least with the one with whom I'm most intimate.
The burlesque dancer was a tickling session rookie, but she was a natural, her feet were explosively ticklish, and she was a fiendishly talented verbal teaser.
I was also leather-cuffed into my dream position by the two dommes on a very vulnerable spread-legged chair while my thighs were lashed helplessly to the seat and my wrists bound tightly above my head, with two giggling pairs of hands simultaneously gliding over my soles and underarms.
