This time I was booked to be in the room for a full two hours. I remembered at the first party seeing a guy in there who looked like he was hankering for some tickling, but most of the action was directed towards the girls, who were tied up and scattered around the dungeon. I went into this session assuming I would be helping in the tickle-torture of the girls, but I couldn't have been more wrong. There was no shortage of willing male victims. Thanks goodness for switches.

The first guy I tickled was a pure sweetie, who reminded me of a big cuddly bear I owned as a child. He had the most adorable giggle and responded beautifully to everything I did to him. He was full of compliments, the praise washing over my inflating ego. I thought to myself, 'What a lovely way to spend a Sunday. I am truly blessed'. I played inch-wincey-spider with him for a while and then I squirted a ton of baby oil on the souls of his feet and gave them a good hard buffing with a tough rubber horse brush. By the end of our time together, he smelt, felt and was giggling like a newborn baby.

The next guy I spent time with was possibly the most ticklish person I've come across, so far. He truly was cursed, (or should that be blessed?). I doubt there was a spot on his body that wasn't ticklish, and if there was, I couldn't find it, nor did I want to. He was a thrasher; too, squirming like a garden worm does in salt water. I had him lying down on a very uncomfortable iron latticed chair, and every time I went in for some armpit action we were both nearly thrown on the floor. I decided it might be safer to put him on the carpet. It also meant I could be more intimidating, come from up high in my 7 inch heels. The new position worked well and it also meant I could straddle his legs to keep them firmly pinned down, which was crucial as he was a real wiggler.

Halfway though Steph came and gave me a helping hand. She knelt on the floor to the side of me, and as she imbedded her delicate fingertips into our victim's armpits, I noticed the cutest set of feet poking out from under her skirt. I quickly grabbed the oil, squeezed a squirt onto the horse brush and then attacked her toes. She chuckle and writhed around a little, but my vigorous rubbing of her souls didn't break her concentration. She carried on tickling throughout; a bona fide tickle trooper.

The next guy I tickled was a big lad, very strong. More importantly, he was extremely ticklish. I sat on his stomach and attacked him from all angles. He thrashed around, and I got to ride rodeo style. I held an arm out straight to balance myself, swinging it around in big circles, and rode him like a cowboy on a wild bull. Yeehaw!

Time was running out. With only ten minutes left I strapped down my final victim for the afternoon. This guy was very tall, which helped when it came to attaching the long leg spreaders I had been using on everyone. Once again I was delighted to have and insanely ticklish person at the tips of my fingers. I gently raked my sharp nails over his body, hunting for sugar spots. I stumbled across possibly the most ticklish upper arms I have ever come across. He could hardly believe how ticklish the spot was. His feet were really sensitive too, but I had started using the horse brush by then. I defy anyone to keep still and not react to the horse brush. It truly is a wonderful discovery.

And as always happens the party came to an end. Our time was up. We had had our fix and now it was time to go back to reality. I heard rumor that the next event was going to be in June (I could be wrong).

There was no way I could wait that long to tickle. So the next day at work I tricked slave Lilly and convinced her to let me tie her up for some bogus pictures for her online profile. She is so trusting, but she should have known better. I am pleased to report she is just as insanely ticklish as ever and is really getting into the whole tickle malarkey.

Yeehaw!