Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Stopping by...


I haven't realized just how long it's been since I stopped by with an update on my thoughts about my secret life of tickling....

I love tickling. Everything about it. The tension. The suspense. Pulling at the restraints as the fingers come closer. Scrunching of the toes and arches. The desperation for it not to happen...but WANTING it to happen. Then once the tickling actually begins, wanting it to stop... but NOT really wanting it to stop.

As the victim, I love the look in my Master's eyes. I can tell just how wicked he's going to be. Is he tickling me to get his own rocks off? Is he doing it only to bring joy to me? Is he seriously doing this to tickle me to near death, or is this just a fun play time where he'll tickle me for a few moments then move on to another area of my body, not REALLY wanting to tickle me too extremely.

As the tickler - which I seldom do - I LOVE looking at the fear in my victim's face. He doesn't know how far I will go. When I hear his nervous laughter begin, it's bliss. When I know he TRULY IS ticklish, and not just ticklish for creating the scene itself .... Heavenly. How far can I take him? If his feet are truly ticklish, that's were I'll make him suffer most, watching his forehead sweat, pelvis thrust, feet flex and try to get away... I want to hear him laugh with true begging and pleading in his voice. I want him to enjoyably suffer....

I've recently come across a new tickler... He doesn't hold back. He likes to watch me SUFFER. When most of my Masters would stop to let me breathe because they think I've had too much, he intensifies. I've cum close to passing out many times with him at my feet. Being with him has, for the first time, made me wonder if I've actually come to a point where it's no longer enjoyable... and THAT turns me on! He likes to hear me scream for real. HOURS of endless tickling torture. I'm not even able to cum anymore by the time he's finished with me. He enjoys my sheer sock fetish. He enjoys that I like the idea of real, prolonged tickling torture.

I believe I've finally met my match... Now if he'd just let me take a whack at his sheer feet....