The double session with my two friends had the least question marks of my March adventures, and was every bit as much fun as I'd anticipated.
This was going to be five hours of continuous tickling: three with my domme friend, three with my lee friend, and one of those hours overlapping for a 2-on-1 party.
It's always a treat to be able to lead off by tickling my domme friend. We actually led off by talking about her new venture in building her own dungeon, and trading some notes about her plans to get into the tickling video business. We also set up the cuffs from her "dungeon-in-a-bag" containing other tickle toys of hers as well.
She has good self control so we don't need restraints, but it's easy to tell that she's naturally ticklish when she starts shaking, and her laugh grows steadily as my fingers keep tracing and prodding her underarms, under the elbows, and then along the ribs.
Her upper body is ticklish, but she and I are perfectly matched since her feet are her absolutely most ticklish spot. She knows it and loves it, I know it and love it, and we both get turned on with anticipation as I teasingly descend in that direction.
At first I had her on her back with her head propped up on a pillow and her heels just over the edge of the bed, so that we could see each other's eyes as I wriggled my nails through the air, dipped both hands below the bed level, and then gently brought them up to her soles for a non-stop half hour of foot-tickling playfulness. My hands found their way up her shins, down to the tops of her feet (insanely ticklish), along her arches and up under her toes.
I had a surprise for her too, here in our third session. I knew from her profile that her personal paradise was to have her toes sucked fondly. So after rolling her onto her stomach I curled her knees backward by pressing my chest against her shins. Her toes were trapped perfectly in front of my mouth. I was easily able to wrap my lips around each of her toes, caressing them slowly and deliberately with my teeth and tongue. All the while, my fingers were scribbling along her arches, insteps, ankles and the tender backs of her knees. I also had a soft applicator brush in one hand, which I dragged sensually up and down her inner thighs, occasionally grazing it against the lace between her legs.
My lee friend showed up early, just as I'd been put into the cuffs. I wasn't planning to be the lee in an ff-m arrangement, but they were so eager to do it that I (well, let's face it, easily) conceded.
My lee friend turned out to be quite the dominant ler! She did such a good job with the verbal teasing that the domme was free to focus on coaxing as much tickling madness as possible out of my thighs, knees, and feet with her amazing nails. I could feel myself getting almost overwhelmingly aroused when they had all four of their hands sliding and stroking between my navel and groin, over and under my shorts (I'd brought an extra pair, just in case, which in the end I never needed). Cooing "Are you okay?", "Tickle, tickle!" and other fiendish phrases that turn the mind to jelly. And I almost ripped off my ankles from their sockets when the lee knelt down at my feet, splashed a "gotcha" grin across her adorable face, and curled five relentless, inescapable fingers under the toes of each foot.
This went on way longer than I'd planned, though I wasn't complaining. And when it was her turn (first time ever to be tickled by two at the same time in a session), she had to be almost quiveringly nervous and excited. All three of us had a blast!
For good measure, we blindfolded her.
I knew that she was especially sensitive with oil rubbed on her tummy and feet, so after the domme lifted up her shirt ("I wonder why she has so much clothing covering her tummy..." Love it!) I smoothed some on and let her go at it. As the shrieks started launching from the head of the bed from the skilled wickedness of her experienced hands, I settled myself in on her lower half, sitting on her ankles. The mascara brushes scrubbing each side of her toes, electric toothbrush buzzing along the ball of her foot, and the pedicure file along the sides would normally have had her safewording instantly. But she was more determined than usual to tough it out due to my other friend's encouragement.
We flipped her over onto her front, re-cuffed her and resumed our positions. The gasps of giggling anguish grew more intense. As I twisted back to reach up into her thighs, the sight before me was the domme laying her full weight on top of her, fingers digging aggressively into her ribs, stomach and hips from behind as the lee gasped "I... I... can't m-move!" into squeals of breathless laughter.
I continued to rake her toes with my nails as her ankles tired from flailing and fighting, leaving her helplessly to suffer what she later described as the insanity of four hands lightly tickling her. We ended with both of us on one of her feet, me holding it perfectly still, her scratching and exploring every inch of her lotion-softened sole.
All of us were high from the endorphins of it all, and before we'd even left the room we were planning another get-together in July...
This was going to be five hours of continuous tickling: three with my domme friend, three with my lee friend, and one of those hours overlapping for a 2-on-1 party.
It's always a treat to be able to lead off by tickling my domme friend. We actually led off by talking about her new venture in building her own dungeon, and trading some notes about her plans to get into the tickling video business. We also set up the cuffs from her "dungeon-in-a-bag" containing other tickle toys of hers as well.
She has good self control so we don't need restraints, but it's easy to tell that she's naturally ticklish when she starts shaking, and her laugh grows steadily as my fingers keep tracing and prodding her underarms, under the elbows, and then along the ribs.
Her upper body is ticklish, but she and I are perfectly matched since her feet are her absolutely most ticklish spot. She knows it and loves it, I know it and love it, and we both get turned on with anticipation as I teasingly descend in that direction.
At first I had her on her back with her head propped up on a pillow and her heels just over the edge of the bed, so that we could see each other's eyes as I wriggled my nails through the air, dipped both hands below the bed level, and then gently brought them up to her soles for a non-stop half hour of foot-tickling playfulness. My hands found their way up her shins, down to the tops of her feet (insanely ticklish), along her arches and up under her toes.
I had a surprise for her too, here in our third session. I knew from her profile that her personal paradise was to have her toes sucked fondly. So after rolling her onto her stomach I curled her knees backward by pressing my chest against her shins. Her toes were trapped perfectly in front of my mouth. I was easily able to wrap my lips around each of her toes, caressing them slowly and deliberately with my teeth and tongue. All the while, my fingers were scribbling along her arches, insteps, ankles and the tender backs of her knees. I also had a soft applicator brush in one hand, which I dragged sensually up and down her inner thighs, occasionally grazing it against the lace between her legs.
My lee friend showed up early, just as I'd been put into the cuffs. I wasn't planning to be the lee in an ff-m arrangement, but they were so eager to do it that I (well, let's face it, easily) conceded.
My lee friend turned out to be quite the dominant ler! She did such a good job with the verbal teasing that the domme was free to focus on coaxing as much tickling madness as possible out of my thighs, knees, and feet with her amazing nails. I could feel myself getting almost overwhelmingly aroused when they had all four of their hands sliding and stroking between my navel and groin, over and under my shorts (I'd brought an extra pair, just in case, which in the end I never needed). Cooing "Are you okay?", "Tickle, tickle!" and other fiendish phrases that turn the mind to jelly. And I almost ripped off my ankles from their sockets when the lee knelt down at my feet, splashed a "gotcha" grin across her adorable face, and curled five relentless, inescapable fingers under the toes of each foot.
This went on way longer than I'd planned, though I wasn't complaining. And when it was her turn (first time ever to be tickled by two at the same time in a session), she had to be almost quiveringly nervous and excited. All three of us had a blast!
For good measure, we blindfolded her.
I knew that she was especially sensitive with oil rubbed on her tummy and feet, so after the domme lifted up her shirt ("I wonder why she has so much clothing covering her tummy..." Love it!) I smoothed some on and let her go at it. As the shrieks started launching from the head of the bed from the skilled wickedness of her experienced hands, I settled myself in on her lower half, sitting on her ankles. The mascara brushes scrubbing each side of her toes, electric toothbrush buzzing along the ball of her foot, and the pedicure file along the sides would normally have had her safewording instantly. But she was more determined than usual to tough it out due to my other friend's encouragement.
We flipped her over onto her front, re-cuffed her and resumed our positions. The gasps of giggling anguish grew more intense. As I twisted back to reach up into her thighs, the sight before me was the domme laying her full weight on top of her, fingers digging aggressively into her ribs, stomach and hips from behind as the lee gasped "I... I... can't m-move!" into squeals of breathless laughter.
I continued to rake her toes with my nails as her ankles tired from flailing and fighting, leaving her helplessly to suffer what she later described as the insanity of four hands lightly tickling her. We ended with both of us on one of her feet, me holding it perfectly still, her scratching and exploring every inch of her lotion-softened sole.
All of us were high from the endorphins of it all, and before we'd even left the room we were planning another get-together in July...
