Are you into tickle torture? I love it and so does one of my willing
slaves. He came for a session of tickle and edging but got more than
he bargained for with me. I don’t know what it is about being tickled
but I love to see the laughter it generates turning into tears of
agony. For my slave last week, it was ecstasy, then agony, then
ecstasy..you can guess the rest.
My slave booked a torment session at my new play space, La Oubliette.
That’s French for ‘forgetting’ but it was a session he will long
remember. I ordered him to strip bollock naked and then tied him to my
torture bench. Strapped in and well buckled, he was at my mercy – not
that I showed him much. Let the tickling begin.
I began his tickle torments with a light feather, just the lightest of
touches on the soles of his feet, around the belly, in that
oh-so-sensitive bit round the waist and of course, in the arm pits. At
each delicate feathering, he squirmed and couldn’t help but laugh.
With cries of ‘stop, please…stop’, I course carried on regardless. I
am always tickled by requests for a good tickling!
As many of you know me, you will not be surprised that this mistress
loves variety. And so I kept changing the tickling medium: first the
feather, then the flicky end of my horse whip, now the buzzing top of
a vibrator, and most fiendish of all, mistress’ own long and merciless
fingers. Each tickle was a torture – laughter and tears, tears and
laughter…..a merry-go-round of agony and ecstasy.
It is not in my nature to see a slave laugh too much however much it
is against his will. And so I introduced another element into the
session: edge play. For those not familiar with this term, it means
bringing a pathetic male to the edge of orgasm but not allowing him to
cum. It is a terrible tease. Mistress is a dab hand at cruel hand jobs
– one that can bring a male to the very edge of a cum eruption only to
dampen down the rampant member. It can drive a sub to madness – all
that animal desire crushed like a swatted fly.
Edging and tickle – just imagine what state my slave was in after 90
minutes of this relentless torture – but there was more to come. I
decided to make him even more vulnerable to my attentions. Unstrapping
his arms, I tied them with rope up to the top bar on the torture
bench. Then I looped the rope over the bar and down again to tie
around his balls. I tightened the rope so that his arms were raised
into the air. He could of course pull them down but that would create
a counterweight on to his balls. What a dilemma and what a target now
I had in those open armpits. My tickling reached a climax but he could
not! Again I played with his cock, and even used my nimble pinkies to
tickle the end of his dick. I feathered his armpits and tickled his
midriff so that by the end he was begging for mercy. Luckily for me,
in La Oubliette, no one can hear you scream. I intensified my torments
by tickling his cock with a vibrator and at one point pushing his
member through a special cock harness attached to the electro-gadget.
Again I brought him to the edge of explosion but would not let him
complete. And so after 2 hours of tickle and edging, I untied him and
ordered him out of the dungeon. He had never been in such a ticklish