This is my style of footsie 😉
(There are two more in this “footsie” series. If I’m feeling generous I might post them.)
If you remember, beth foolis–er, generously gifted me with some beautiful foot stocks during her last visit in February.
And since then I have been eagerly awaiting her return so I could thoroughly torture her with them!
When she returned in March, for our longest session yet, I built the suspense until…
IT WAS TIME.
I tied her tightly to my bondage table with rope (she’s an escape artist, so she requires extra attention)…
Forced her poor bare feet into the stocks and secured them, along with her toes, so there would be no wiggling out of the way…
…and proceeded to relentlessly tickle her with all kinds of implements and in all kinds of ways.
(Of course, I didn’t remain solely on her feet.)
Then, once she was gasping for air, I introduced the other new toy she brought me: The Tickle Beavers.
Oh, they didn’t disappoint.
Her whoops, squeals of breathless laughter, a few nearly desperate chokes, and pleading “no no no no”s didn’t stop me from pushing until my sadistic enjoyment of watching her struggle helplessly was thoroughly satiated.
Afterward, she sent me a lovely message. An excerpt:
“…those implements of horror that were used against me were unbelievably torturous, i have never felt such intensive waves of tingly and ticklish sensations that were inescapable. The whole not being able to move made it that much more insane. i am laughing now, just thinking of it. i know i tend to talk about the personal space / physical intimacy stuff the most, but i also look at this as exciting, fun, and entertaining. Just when i am absolutely on the verge of panic and / or fear, You always end up making me laugh. i know i’m supposed to focus on the power, intimidation, sadistic Mistress, but You are also freakin’ hilarious. 🙂
Truly cannot thank You enough for such an incredible session that still has me feeling the effects days later. You are simply amazing and just when i think i couldn’t be in any more awe of You, BAM, You knock yet another one out of the park.”
Thank you, beth! I had a wonderful time with you!
She also brought me this fiber optic whip and a lovely card with a really thoughtful message inside and a generous tip.
AND then shortly thereafter I received these two beautiful crystals from my wishlist:
Beth has been coming to me for about 7 months now.
She’s a tie and tickle slut. However, she has told me she is open to trying new things and trusts me to make the decisions about what they are and when I do them. I absolutely love this type of freedom and introducing people to new ways to play.
During our last session, I moved her into different positions for my sadistic tickling pleasure. Here’s when I had her face down, with toes tied firmly to the cage:
(Did you notice her red bottom in the shadows? I had just finished paddling her.)
I pushed her into exhaustion this time. She was practically choking from laughing so much.
It’s difficult for me not to fully indulge in continuous torture because she is honestly SO FUN to tickle! Her squeals and gasps and torrents of laughter are hilarious and infectious.
During her visit, she presented me with this wonderful gift:
Foot stocks and a pair of tickling implements for Temenos!!
She truly must have read my mind because I had been searching for some good foot stocks for several months now. However, I haven’t been satisfied with what I’ve come across. They were either not made well enough, incorporated leather (which I don’t use), or I just didn’t like them aesthetically.
This one is perfect! Very well made, vinyl around the padding instead of leather, and has that medieval look I dig.
Of course, beth is clearly a gluttonous masochist. Why else would she gift me something which I will be locking her into, and from which she will not be able to escape, the next time I have her in my dungeon?
THANK YOU, beth!! Looking forward to our LONGER THAN USUAL session next time! *maniacal laugh*
Beth came back for round two. This time for two hours.
Knowing what I had come to learn about her, I thought she’d enjoy more spanking. Not only for potential eroticism but also as something that could be therapeutic for her. So, I decided to give her a more immersive experience with it. I instructed her to lay across my lap and I gave her a thorough bare-handed spanking.
Then, of course, there was more tickling. Which has both of us literally rolling on the floor. She kept trying to writhe away from me…and I kept dragging her back. The laughter was infectious.
I then introduced her to flogging. Varying and building sensations. She surprised me with how much she took for her first time.
And, like that, two hours was up.
Later that evening, she sent me this email:
“I got home a little while ago and although I spent the entire car ride back trying to figure out how to thank you properly, I am still at a loss for the right words.This has been a very rough month for me. My depression and anxiety have been unrelenting. I’ve had a constant tightness in my chest and all my nerve endings felt like they were on fire, everything hurt. But then I came to see you and for some reason by some miracle, you managed to quiet all the noise in my head and all I was thinking about or focused on was what was happening in that room today. I felt safe and protected and cared for and I don’t know how to thank you for that.I really appreciated everything you did today and I actually enjoyed it too. You make it easier to try to push my boundaries and try new things. I was so worried that last time was a fluke and I was afraid to believe in the positive things I felt afterward, because I didn’t want to be disappointed or let down. And then I came today and now I know it’s definitely not a fluke. I feel even more certain that you are going to be able to help me make the changes I need to make in my life, if you will allow me to keep coming back. I trust you and would really like you to continue to guide me through this journey, if you are willing.Thank you so much Mistress.”
“For the first time in a month, i slept soundly thru the night and didn’t feel exhausted when i woke up. And today, I’ve just been thinking of everything i felt and experienced yesterday. For two hours i didn’t feel broken or defective or afraid. I don’t know how you did that, but i am so, so grateful!”
Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines Independence Day as “a holiday celebrating the anniversary of a country’s independence from another country.” Mistress Tissa’s definition of Independence Day is quite different. Mistress Tissa’s idea of Independence Day is for Her submissives to “celebrate their independence by giving it up.” And that is exactly what i did during our most recent session. When Mistress Tissa demanded that i give up my independence during a two hour session which included some very heavy bondage, i fully complied. Anyone who has read my previous writings should have come to the obvious conclusion that i always give up “my independence” to Mistress Tissa during a session, by following each of Her commands with the utmost respect and reverence. i never question Mistress Tissa. i follow Her directives without hesitation and i do everything in my power to please Mistress Tissa at the highest level possible. Mistress Tissa is a perfectionist and therefore deserves a slave who strives for perfection while serving Her and that is always my goal. Needless to say, giving up my independence to Mistress Tissa takes place every time i session with Her, not just around the 4th of July. So, how was this session different than the others that i have had with Mistress Tissa? This is the first session that i had with Mistress Tissa where She used what i would call heavy bondage on me. i have been tied up by Mistress Tissa before, but never quite like this.
After being instructed to lie on my back looking up at the ceiling, Mistress Tissa began the long process of heavy bondage on me. First there were the ropes that She looped several times over my upper arms and then secured to Her bondage table. Then there were the ropes that were looped several times around my wrists and again secured to the bondage table. Like my arms, my legs were secured pretty much the same way with ropes being looped around each leg and then secured to the table. Following the ropes, Mistress Tissa used straps that were stretched tightly over me and then secured to the sides of the table. Even though it was almost impossible to move anything but my head slightly and my toes and fingers, Mistress Tissa was not yet done. Chains were next. i could hear the rattle of chains as they were also used to tighten the hold on me and to now make it that much more difficult to move. i started to wonder if Mistress pulled the chains much tighter would i be able to stand the fact that some of my muscles were starting to tighten up from lack of movement. At that point i convinced myself that i would take the pain She administered and that my safe word would not be used on this day.
At one point when Mistress walked away from me i tried to lift my head to take a peek at my predicament, but was unable to lift my head at all. The reason was that Mistress Tissa had placed a different collar around my neck which was much wider than the collar that i wore during most of my sessions. She referred to it as a posture collar. It keeps your head up high and straight and prevents you from looking down at the ground.
During the period of time where Mistress Tissa was applying the bondage to me, we spoke with each other more than i can ever remember during any other session. Actually i should correct that statement. Mistress Tissa allowed me to speak more than i have in the past. During most of O/our sessions i remain reasonably quiet focusing on serving Mistress Tissa and listening to her every command as to not make any mistakes. i mostly speak only when Mistress Tissa directs questions at me and then i always give Her honest and accurate answers. i am not sure if Mistress Tissa grew tired of our dialogue, but at one point She walked around the table stopping at the end of the table where my head was located. She then asked me a question that appeared to come completely out of nowhere. “Have you ever sucked a real cock?” i gave Her my honest and accurate one word answer. i am not sure if my answer had any bearing on what happened next, because Mistress Tissa then proceeded to shove a rubber dildo gag into my mouth and half way down my throat. Needless to say our conversation ended, at least from my end.
Once i was completely secured to the table with the ropes, straps and chains, and I almost forgot, the rubber dildo, Mistress Tissa uttered the words, “What’s next?” What was next was a little CBT performed by Mistress Tissa. Mistress Tissa used some type of vibrating tool all over my cock and balls which at times caused discomfort, but at other times felt somewhat soothing. It was actually quite tolerable. What was not tolerable was what followed right after Mistress Tissa again uttered, “what’s next?” What was next for me was complete torture. Mistress Tissa began tickling me all over my feet, sides, legs and any spot She could find that would make me struggle in agony. Honestly, i hate being tickled, which did not seem to bother Mistress Tissa, or curtail Her assault on me. This form of torture went on for a very long period of time, or so it seemed, all the while Mistress Tissa had a devilish smile on Her face. It was quite obvious to me that Mistress Tissa was enjoying my agony.
Finally, thankfully, Mistress Tissa decided to stop. She then unstrapped me from the table and instructed me to kneel at my place in front of Her chair. This may be my single favorite spot in Her Temenos. In front of Her chair, kneeling at Her feet looking up at a true Goddess. At that very moment, the 90 minutes of extreme bondage and the tickle torture all seemed worth it, i was where i wanted to be, listening to Mistress Tissa saying the words i love to hear, “slave m, you served Me well today.”
Before closing, i would like to expand on what Independence Day means to me as it relates to serving Mistress Tissa. I recently attended a Broadway play where the line was used, “independence is full of many contradictions.” There are no contradictions with Mistress Tissa. What you see is what you get. For me, what i see is a truly beautiful, intelligent and talented woman. What i get is an amazing opportunity to serve an incredibly powerful and demanding dominatrix, exactly the way She wants and deserves to be served. Thank You Mistress Tissa, for allowing me the opportunity to give up my independence to You.