New Years Footnight Party

Join me this Thursday night for the Los Angeles New Years Footnight Party.



I'm ticklish . . .



I love to have my feet massaged . . .



and my toes sucked . . .



I really enjoy trampling you!



What would you like to do with my feet?

The Tickle Bean

Today my friend M. came over with his latest toy. He constructed an apparatus to securely strap down a willing victim's feet while she is comfortably reclined on a large bean bag chair. I admired the craftmanship while simultaneously making fun of his retro pre-teen furniture. Right now the feet are secured via handcuffs, resting on a covered memory foam pillow, but this makes for a bit of movement. Therefore I suggested making stocks instead. He is hard at work making the adjustments.

I must say, I really enjoy tickling men, especially when it is coupled with painful torture, usually CBT. I find the contrast so tantalizing.

Domming out in the vanilla world

Over the weekend I headed out of town for some much needed R&R with a plethora of "vanilla" friends. They have no idea what a pervert I am, and I rather relish in my deception. We'll see how long that lasts though since being surrounded by so many cute boys, I wanted to slap and tickle them all. Well, that's what I say and it's true, I would start out that way, but then once I get going, before you know it, you're tied up in elaborate bondage with electrodes on your balls and a dildo up your ass--but I digress.

Anyway, I couldn't contain myself anymore and went up to a boy and pulled his hoodie over his head, pulling the strings down tight over his face. He laughed, saying well I can just pull this off my head. I said, Oh yeah? and quickly used the strings to tie his hands together in front of his face, which gave me perfect access to . . . his armpits!!!! Muahahahahha. I promptly went in for the kill. He thought it was all fun and games until he realized that in about five seconds I had quite effectively tied his hands up and it was useless to escape. He exclaimed, Wait! You really tied me up! Ahh!!! And then I found his belly button. He went down! After tickling him on the floor a few times and resisting my urge to kick him, I untied him and thanked him for being a good sport. I went downstairs to find another willing victim.

Downstairs was the Firefighter. Oh lordy how I would love to do more than just tickle him. I crack my fingers and go in to tickle his sides, and inexplicably, as though he reads my kinky mind, bends over! Well, how could I let this perfect ass go to waste? and I start spanking him! Perfection. I love spanking manly men. Those who have lives that involve weightlifting and protein shakes, those that involve board meetings of which they control--men who are usually in control of their lives, and then they give that control to me. I have to stop myself before I get too carried away . . .

The rest of the night passed by without kinky incident. There was almost some ball busting/CBT when a boy tried to get into the hot tub with a bunch of ladies who were sans bikinis, but much to my disappointment he decided to leave to play ping pong.

Sigh. Another night, another firefighter. How was your weekend?