Tickle Me Happy
A Ticklish Man
When many people think of a dominatrix, they imagine a dark cellar, chains, whips, and pain—or cruel humiliation, an image that, for some dominatrices, is indeed their norm.
My focus, however, for more than fifteen years as a pro-domme, has been on the sensual, sensory, and psychological elements of BDSM and fetish.
I’ve spent a lifetime studying human psychology. Immersing myself in the mind of a person who consciously chooses to embark on a mental journey with me excites me. For clarity, this is not about masturbatory arousal; it is a deeply mental, psychological pleasure. To me, sensual excitement resides in the mind, and what happens to the body is secondary.
Sensual connection, to me, is powerful and beautiful. Some people are sexual; some are sensual; some can be both, depending on the situation.
One of the fun aspects of being a dominatrix is the variety of fetishes. The list is endless, and new ones appear every day that I need to Google. Often, they are called something different depending on which part of the world you live in.
The tickle fetish is a playful one that tends to leave everyone in a good mood. It’s one of my favorite fetishes. When I receive a tickle-session booking, I know I will be happy for the rest of the day after the session with my client.
A tickle session begins with 5 to 15 minutes of chat, allowing his nervousness to subside and for him to psych himself up. We begin with fantasy role-play—boss-babe and subordinate, teacher–student, etc. The “punishment” is restraints on the bed, face up. It is the client’s choice to remain clothed or nude.
Fingernails rake the soles of his feet, scratch his stomach softly, explore his armpits, the back of the knees, and the insides of the arms. It is amazing how ticklish someone can be. I’ve used horsehair brushes, combs, and a variety of soft but prickly items.
We both laugh. He may shout the names of his bank accounts, corporate secrets, promises of money if I let him loose—anything. The biggest challenge for them is remembering the safe word. Often they shout the strangest words as they try to conjure it. I’ve had moments when I need to step out of the room because I’m laughing so hard myself.
The moment arrives when his muscles ache from tensing, tears streaming down his beet-red face. I start giving him hints about the safe word. He shouts it, and the tickling abruptly stops. His breathing becomes heavy, and he sighs with relief.
Once the color returns to his face and his breathing eases, I hand him a bottle of water and begin releasing the restraints.
There isn’t a single type who enjoys tickle torture. The men who book it have included an ex-military man, an HVAC repair technician, a trial attorney, and a retired prison guard. They are all different, yet share the desire for a conservative, innocent release. One thing that is true is none of them have life partners who tickle them. All are polite, respectful, unassuming men. It’s our secret.
