Mistress Paris’s Tale of Tickle Torture
“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 play space, Oubliette. That’s French for ‘forgetting’ but it was a session he will long remember. I ordered him to strip 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!
You will not be surprised to hear 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 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 situation.”