Mistress Whip Atlanta
09-11-2008, 09:03 AM
Ms Whip's Barefoot Prisoner
When I walked into Ms Whip's dungeon, she set the tone quickly, telling me to get undressed and await my torture. She knew exactly what she was going to do to me. You see, I don't react to paddles, whips, or candle wax. Ms Whip knows she can control me with the simple scampering of her fingernails across the soles of my bound bare feet.
Ms Whip seems to enjoy tickle fetishists such as myself because she gets to torment us and experience her victims' laughter while doing so.
Of course, before you can properly tickle a barefoot prisoner, you have to make sure you have them secured nice and tight. The leather cuffs around my wrists assured that I wasn't going to fight back, and the ropes snugly confining my ankles kept my bare feet under control. But, just to be safe, Ms Whip roped me into a masterful hogtie, so that my hands and feet were bound together, and then lashed to the bed frame.
Ms Whip went straight to work on my most vulnerable spot, my bare soles. She mixed the sensations by varying rapid, hard tickling and more gentle, cruel strokes. She also had an array of instruments that she experimented with, using my body as her testing ground.
Some dominatrixes show a bit of mercy when they realize they've hit upon a weak spot, but Ms Whip has a knack of exploiting that weakness. If there's an ultra-sensitive spot on your left side, she'll sadistically explore it with a laugh and a wicked grin. And heaven forbid she learn that your bare feet are your most ticklish spot. She seems to relish having a tickle victim ensnared in barefoot bondage. She'll explore your heels, your soles, your toes, searching for the spot that causes you to beg for a mercy that is simply not coming.
After a half-hour of exploring my ticklish spots in a hogtie, she settled in and put her own gorgeous bare feet up on the bed for me to gaze at while she contemplated the next position, the next level of suffering she intended to take me to. Just to up the ante, she put a gag in my mouth so that I could, in no way, indulge my own foot fetish. With my hands tied, I couldn't touch her feet, and with a gag, I couldn't taste them. I could only stare, and imagine what it must be like to have her feet under my control. But, that's not the dynamic of this relationship. I am her barefoot prisoner, and that means it's about what she's going to do to my feet, not the other way around.
What she had in mind was more cruel than I could've anticipated. She grabbed my ankles and pulled them so they rested on the bed's foot rail. She retied my hands so they were lashed to the headboard, exposing my sides and armpits. Then, she began her masterpiece: a ten toe toe-tie that left my bare soles completely immobilized. My bare feet were all hers…and her attack was relentless. Her ten fingers raced across my feet, exploring every inch, causing me to laugh, wriggle, squirm, and beg.
She continued to tickle my feet until I made a pledge to her, promising to return for more tickle training, and to remember my place: Ms Whip's Barefoot Prisoner…and loving every minute of it!
When I walked into Ms Whip's dungeon, she set the tone quickly, telling me to get undressed and await my torture. She knew exactly what she was going to do to me. You see, I don't react to paddles, whips, or candle wax. Ms Whip knows she can control me with the simple scampering of her fingernails across the soles of my bound bare feet.
Ms Whip seems to enjoy tickle fetishists such as myself because she gets to torment us and experience her victims' laughter while doing so.
Of course, before you can properly tickle a barefoot prisoner, you have to make sure you have them secured nice and tight. The leather cuffs around my wrists assured that I wasn't going to fight back, and the ropes snugly confining my ankles kept my bare feet under control. But, just to be safe, Ms Whip roped me into a masterful hogtie, so that my hands and feet were bound together, and then lashed to the bed frame.
Ms Whip went straight to work on my most vulnerable spot, my bare soles. She mixed the sensations by varying rapid, hard tickling and more gentle, cruel strokes. She also had an array of instruments that she experimented with, using my body as her testing ground.
Some dominatrixes show a bit of mercy when they realize they've hit upon a weak spot, but Ms Whip has a knack of exploiting that weakness. If there's an ultra-sensitive spot on your left side, she'll sadistically explore it with a laugh and a wicked grin. And heaven forbid she learn that your bare feet are your most ticklish spot. She seems to relish having a tickle victim ensnared in barefoot bondage. She'll explore your heels, your soles, your toes, searching for the spot that causes you to beg for a mercy that is simply not coming.
After a half-hour of exploring my ticklish spots in a hogtie, she settled in and put her own gorgeous bare feet up on the bed for me to gaze at while she contemplated the next position, the next level of suffering she intended to take me to. Just to up the ante, she put a gag in my mouth so that I could, in no way, indulge my own foot fetish. With my hands tied, I couldn't touch her feet, and with a gag, I couldn't taste them. I could only stare, and imagine what it must be like to have her feet under my control. But, that's not the dynamic of this relationship. I am her barefoot prisoner, and that means it's about what she's going to do to my feet, not the other way around.
What she had in mind was more cruel than I could've anticipated. She grabbed my ankles and pulled them so they rested on the bed's foot rail. She retied my hands so they were lashed to the headboard, exposing my sides and armpits. Then, she began her masterpiece: a ten toe toe-tie that left my bare soles completely immobilized. My bare feet were all hers…and her attack was relentless. Her ten fingers raced across my feet, exploring every inch, causing me to laugh, wriggle, squirm, and beg.
She continued to tickle my feet until I made a pledge to her, promising to return for more tickle training, and to remember my place: Ms Whip's Barefoot Prisoner…and loving every minute of it!