I love to tickle and I love to torture but most of all I love to do both a the same time!
Perhaps my most niche of interests but one that brings me so much glee. Here I can fully unleash my sadism in an unparalleled manner. How gratifying to elicit screams of laughter and terror; to reduce my subject to a weeping, quivering wreck convulsing in a puddle of their own urine, begging for respite through tears of laughter, yet with no danger of physical harm.
I prefer my subject in bondage, immobilised in stocks or strapped down to dungeon furniture with the most sensitive areas prominently exposed; often with toes splayed and tied back, arms akimbo and ribs revealed. Hyper-stimulation is achieved using feathers, fingernails, electric toothbrushes, calligraphy, probing fingers, hairbrushes and any other sundry items I fancy.
I am relentless and ruthless. I am not ticklish myself and so am endlessly fascinated by the torment it evokes in others. As ever I delight in the sight of my slave squirming, writhing and straining at their bonds.
Confess your most ticklish spots so I may exploit them fully. Resistance is futile; I will find your weak spots; I will strum your delicate nerves to a symphony of shrieks and screams; we shall laugh together at your vulnerability.
I like a slave who knows their place... at my feet.
My feet have taken me on many adventures, danced on broken glass and walked on fire, pirouetted en pointe and endured endless hours teetering atop stilettos. They deserve devotion.
My pale Scottish toes are milk-white and butter-soft. Years of professional dance training and circus skills have given me poise and balance, allowing me to tread and trample with easy grace, applying pressure exactly, and only, on the points I choose.
I love to watch you grovel underfoot, prostate beneath my stockinged toes, squirming under my spiked heel. I delight in the worship of my feet in all their guises: whether that be fresh, clean tootsies smothering your face; stocking-clad toes probing your bound body; your dutiful hands massaging my aching arches with aromatic oils; the earnest leather husbandry of the bootblack or the lustful licking of a shoe fetishist.
My feet can never receive enough veneration but enthusiastic reverence will be rewarded. Now get down and kiss my boots, bitch.
Articles on Fire Play, Singletail, Play Piercing, Pet Training and Role-Play coming soon.