I've had consistently great tickling sessions with dommes but never yet by a self-declared true tickling fetishist like Mistress Shae's site proclaimed:
mistressshae.com
"To say that I have a huge ticking fetish would be a massive understatement. I can, and will, (quite gleefully) tickle someone incessantly for hours and hours on end laughing maniacally the entire time..."
By luck I was in San Diego for a couple of hours (yes, she could have gone on much longer) and so could probably just confirm that her claim is absolutely true, leave it at that and let your mind do the rest as you scramble to plan your next vacation for the Los Angeles or San Diego area (she's based in LA but her clients are split between the two). But here's some more detail:
She is every bit as attractive and alluring as her site says. Clear green eyes, especially tall in her heels, slender, dark-haired beauty with a sultry and sadistic voice.
Our session was in a hotel room specifically tailored for families to stay in. Therefore it was heavily soundproofed, and had bunk beds back in the "children's room" with lots of slats to tie rope through. She loves her victims securely rope-tied, as immobile as possible, spread-eagle. I was face-up, boxers-only, with my ankles, knees, elbows and wrists tied in splayed-out fashion, defenseless against her repeated attacks on my hips.
She is a master (mistress?) of heightening the pleasure/anguish mentally too. For one thing, the ropes were such that the more I struggled, the tighter the ropes would squeeze; the stress of concentrating on holding still drastically weakened my tickle-resistance, and a playful game emerged where I counted aloud to see how many seconds I could lie motionless. But she knows all the tricks... changing spots, speeds, verbal teasing, and had me blindfolded. She knows all the worst spots, guys (she's been tickling them since she was 7): hips, inner thighs, underarms, nipples, neck, ribs, arches, toes, on and on. She'll explore you for your most sensitive spots, figured out mine quickly and devoted herself so fully to them that she had to set a timer for the session so as not to lose all track of time.
She does not stop, her fingers do not tire, she has no mercy for your screams and feasts on them. Her nails are manicured to tickling perfection and she knows how to dig in without leaving marks (though the ropes left some, temporarily, due to my tugging). Here I need to say that she does respect safety and comfort, so there's no danger, only merciless tickling insanity for those who can stand it.
Her athleticism allows her to take all kinds of tickling positions, like kneeling over your chest while leaning in close to tickle your neck and underarms. Feet are my weakness, and at one point she was reclined between my legs, scraping relentlessly under my toes, while her own toes were goosing my ribs on either side. As a foot fetishist she's not ticklish herself but she did let me try to tickle them, while taunting me the entire time.
Amazingly to me, she was not aware of TMF. I'll be introducing her, and perhaps, she'll be introducing herself here.
mistressshae.com
"To say that I have a huge ticking fetish would be a massive understatement. I can, and will, (quite gleefully) tickle someone incessantly for hours and hours on end laughing maniacally the entire time..."
By luck I was in San Diego for a couple of hours (yes, she could have gone on much longer) and so could probably just confirm that her claim is absolutely true, leave it at that and let your mind do the rest as you scramble to plan your next vacation for the Los Angeles or San Diego area (she's based in LA but her clients are split between the two). But here's some more detail:
She is every bit as attractive and alluring as her site says. Clear green eyes, especially tall in her heels, slender, dark-haired beauty with a sultry and sadistic voice.
Our session was in a hotel room specifically tailored for families to stay in. Therefore it was heavily soundproofed, and had bunk beds back in the "children's room" with lots of slats to tie rope through. She loves her victims securely rope-tied, as immobile as possible, spread-eagle. I was face-up, boxers-only, with my ankles, knees, elbows and wrists tied in splayed-out fashion, defenseless against her repeated attacks on my hips.
She is a master (mistress?) of heightening the pleasure/anguish mentally too. For one thing, the ropes were such that the more I struggled, the tighter the ropes would squeeze; the stress of concentrating on holding still drastically weakened my tickle-resistance, and a playful game emerged where I counted aloud to see how many seconds I could lie motionless. But she knows all the tricks... changing spots, speeds, verbal teasing, and had me blindfolded. She knows all the worst spots, guys (she's been tickling them since she was 7): hips, inner thighs, underarms, nipples, neck, ribs, arches, toes, on and on. She'll explore you for your most sensitive spots, figured out mine quickly and devoted herself so fully to them that she had to set a timer for the session so as not to lose all track of time.
She does not stop, her fingers do not tire, she has no mercy for your screams and feasts on them. Her nails are manicured to tickling perfection and she knows how to dig in without leaving marks (though the ropes left some, temporarily, due to my tugging). Here I need to say that she does respect safety and comfort, so there's no danger, only merciless tickling insanity for those who can stand it.
Her athleticism allows her to take all kinds of tickling positions, like kneeling over your chest while leaning in close to tickle your neck and underarms. Feet are my weakness, and at one point she was reclined between my legs, scraping relentlessly under my toes, while her own toes were goosing my ribs on either side. As a foot fetishist she's not ticklish herself but she did let me try to tickle them, while taunting me the entire time.
Amazingly to me, she was not aware of TMF. I'll be introducing her, and perhaps, she'll be introducing herself here.
