For 120 minutes my slave wanted to live out his tickling fetish
My name is Miss Trix, I am a dominatrix. I give the mistress out of conviction, for me this is not role play. Those who visit me have very different wishes. Some of my slaves have been faithful and satisfied with me for a long time. For example, the fitness trainer Roger with the tickling fetish.
This muscle guy comes to me for his tickle fetish
That was my first thought when I met the blond hunk. He had registered with his tickling fetish with me in the studio. First he wanted to know if he would get his money’s worth with his tickle fetish outdoors. I could only agree – and leave the choice of location to him. As long as I should not tickle him in the pedestrian zone of Gelsenkirchen….
Roger with the pronounced tickle fetish
My new visitors and veteran slaves sign up online. I noticed right away that giant baby Roger knew quite well about the tickle fetish phenomenon. That he fully stood by it and was not somehow insecure or shameful. With this body, he has every reason to be confident. Roger is 38 and still ticklish as a little boy. To explain to me how he was, he said, “Mistress, I ask you to tickle my feet. And in the armpits. I’m totally into that!”
A tickle fetish is a BDSM variant, because it has a lot to do with dominance and submission. So this emphatically masculine guy was ready to lose control – an important feature in BDSM: One owns the control, the other lets it go. Since I am a dominatrix from passion, I keep of course the control. That’s why Roger with tickling fetish was eager to be tickled by a professional dominant person like me.
How does Roger live out his tickle fetish?
He is not the first slave with tickling fetish in my career. In this respect, I know how difficult it can be to find a private person who shares the tickling fetish with someone. That’s how Roger felt when he first showed up at my house. He had a girlfriend, but she was, in his opinion, “too squeamish to tickle him to the point of losing control.” He added, “Unfortunately, Constanze doesn’t have much of a sense of humor either.” She apparently can’t tickle him with her fingers or with a feather and other accessories.
Humor and dominatrix, how does that fit together? Anyone who thinks like that doesn’t know how much fun BDSM can be. If I subject a slave to tickle torture, not only he has something to laugh about. Because my laugh muscles are also irritated. Anyone would laugh if a person with a tickle fetish rolled around on the floor completely out of control, making uncontrolled sounds.
Miss Trix introduces herself
Tickle fetish, lingerie and diaper fetish and much more: I have encountered all this in my studio. I am well equipped and prepared for many variations. I have white, black, red nylons, high heels with breakneck heels, utensils for leather fetishists, things made of latex and rubber and various other accessories in stock. Feathers, beaded strings, leather straps, chains I also keep ready for appropriate role-playing and various SM variants.
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I am a dominatrix with experience, 35 years old, actually dark blonde. But for years I dye my mane completely black. I am 172 cm tall, in my high heeled patent boots about 180 cm. My thighs are plump, my hips are wide, my ass is well padded, and my tits just fit in cup size 85 D. My light brown eyes I make up sophisticated as “Smokey Eyes”. I paint my lips blood red, and I usually paint my long fingernails purple or black.
I am committed to fulfilling the demands that my slaves have on their mistress. Whether their concern is a tickle fetish, a glasses fetish, or a uniform fetish. Everyone is welcome to me, because I am into feeling my power. By the way, I can’t find anything “unfeminine” about being dominant. Even when I was a little girl, I used to hurt my only doll, tying her up and torturing her with a candy bag over her head.
Roger needed a tickling session
“Did you bring time, you sausage?”, I wanted to know from Roger. He winced briefly; apparently no one had ever called him a “sausage. “I’m going to assume two hours,” he replied. Well, he was going to get what he craved. I ordered him to undress down to his briefs. I admit that I don’t often have such well-built guys with me, those with muscles and six-pack. Secretly I grinned in myself: tickle fetish with such a man image, really the hammer!
I ordered him to stretch out on the couch. Then I moved in with a feather duster, a long feather and a soft brush. “Let’s see what makes you cackle, you silly runt,” I hissed. He bit his lips and lifted his abdomen slightly. The flanks are the body region to the side of the belly, there the guy with the tickling fetish was supposedly particularly sensitive. “Arms under your neck!” Now I had a clear view of his bushy-haired armpits. “Did you skip the waxing, you furry bunny?”, I asked mockingly.
Roger just giggled, because I had started tickling his flanks with the feather. The giggling swelled as I used the feather duster and poked around in his armpits with it. “Tickle fetish, my ass,” I said in a harsh tone. “You’re a pussy with muscles, little guy!” It sounded almost hysterical how Roger with the Tickle Fetish laughed off all at once. He apparently began to lose control, yet only fifteen minutes had passed.
Miss Trix serves tickle fetish
What can I say? I enjoyed myself deliciously and even got a little horny. Roger liked being tickled with the ribbons on my corsage. He also liked to feel my gloved fingers in his navel. He rolled from side to side, eventually plopping off the couch onto the bare floor. His erection did not escape me, the bulge in his briefs could not be missed.
Roger’s tickling fetish had an extremely strong expression. He just couldn’t get enough. “Mistress!” He had tears of laughter in his eyes. “Finish me off! I’m about to piss my pants with delight!” “Shut up, slave,” I ordered him. “This is where I call the shots. Wind quietly like a slippery eel!”
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Meanwhile, I worked his sensitive flanks and his intimate area with the brush. Very lightly, I let the soft bristles glide over his skin for an optimal tickling effect. This seemed to suit his tickling fetish very well.
Roger gets the full tickling thrill
His voice snapped several times, so strongly was he shaken by laughter. I did not understand a word of what my new slave with the tickling fetish wanted to tell me. In the meantime, I myself had to laugh off several times at the spectacle that presented itself to me.
I enjoyed my power over Roger and his tickling fetish. “Just awesome,” it popped into my head. “He’s laughing his ass off and paying me for it.”
After almost two hours, Roger just couldn’t take any more. He looked as drained as he did after a hard workout. Several times he literally held his stomach from laughing. With two strokes over his stiff penis I had brought him to climax.
Now he looked like a little boy who had just had a tantrum, crying and red in the face, wet with sweat. But that’s how he wanted it, after all!
Roger with tickling fetish is wax in my hands
“Mistress,” he yipped, beside himself with excitement, “that was just beautiful and suuuper horny!” “Now get a grip on yourself again, you little frog,” I drove at him. “And then goodbye, if it absolutely must be.” “Must be,” Roger grinned, got dressed and disappeared.
Three days later he was back – against registration, of course. Spontaneously no one comes to my studio. I had prepared and thought of something new for his tickling fetish. This time I wanted to give it to Roger with nubby gloves – and with a long pearl necklace dangling down to the crotch of my black patent corsage. I was right about that, I saw that at first glance in his longing eyes.
Once again Roger wants to laugh until the climax
I sensed that the giant baby with the tickle fetish had set his mind on something. Something like a change of roles, he wanted to take command most of all. But not with me, I immediately put him in his place. “I’ll wrap your puny willy in my pearl necklace – and wait until it gets really ticklish for you. Get ready for something.” With these words I worked his ass already with the knobby gloves.
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Roger gave up and began to squirm and giggle softly. “The flanks, please, the flanks,” he whimpered. And I did him the favor under wild insults like “You pathetic clit!” He grabbed the ribbons on my corsageand wanted to be tickled with it on the soles of my feet. He was going for total excess today, that was noticeable. “More, more,” he demanded, scratching his nipples raw as he gawked at my cleavage.
I almost feel sorry for Roger
He is really not to be envied for his tickling fetish. It’s a long way until Roger gets totally into his stride and neighs with ecstasy. Two hours of “treatment” is the minimum. We made it to orgasm again with agreed forces – a hard piece of work for me.
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