Last time I shared a tale from my timeline was when I met the Welshman in Autumn 2018. In the same way that many of you wouldn’t know I had the potential to be a Queen, I don’t imagine any of you would have any idea about my interest in tickling. Neither did Dr Lovelace when she invited me up North for Ticklemania on my birthday weekend.
I rarely do anything for my birthday, but the year before had preceded my darkest days, so I was reluctant to be home alone. Just in case. So I asked for more information on her plans for the weekend. It turned out there was a flogging workshop with Aemelia Hawk on the Saturday afternoon at Xtasia. We’d go there before heading to the hotel and prepare for TickleMania at The Facility. The following day I’d pop my BBB cherry before we would trundle back down the motorway for home. I did share a little about this previously, even humiliated myself with a little fan-girling, but I promised I’d make a return visit and fill in the blanks.
With today being T in my A-Z April, it seems a perfect time to turn my attention to tickling.
Tickling? Where did that come from?
Ha, well… I think my fascination with tickling began as my interest in watersports developed, maybe back in 2016? I have a lot of ways that I want to play with pee but I’m sure I’ll share those at more appropriate times. Today is about tickling after all.
There is a strong desire within me to be tickled mercilessly. Past begging, past crying, all the way to complete loss of bladder control. The wonderful thing about fantasies is that they often can be brought to life, with a little planning and consenting friends. Some fantasies are best left in the recesses of your mind, but as long as I’m not harming anyone (including myself) then I see no reason to deny those explorations. However, to throw a spanner in the works of this particular delight, my flesh is stubbornly NOT ticklish. Not even a little bit. Nope. Harrumph.
When Dr Lovelace first spoke about Ticklemania, she mentioned it in relation to my birthday weekend.
Just as something fun to do, not with any knowledge of that particular scenario. I told her what I’d been dreaming about and the problems facing me in achieving this. I also wondered if it would be a good idea to skip the event and maybe try finding someone less passionate. She countered that if I was even slightly ticklish then the -lers (short for Ticklers) at the party would find those spots and torture me mercilessly. And if I had no success as a -lee (one who likes to be tickled is a ticklee) then I could switch sides.
Oooh, now that’s an interesting idea.
With my interest snared, my desires pumping through my brain again, I marked myself as Going. Dr Lovelace made some introductions among the other member of the Fetlife group, and I continued these conversations. The -lers I spoke with were all men, but not one of them made me feel objectified or sexualised. They each shared their favourite ways for sensitising flesh and said that they would teasing a reaction out of me. Or trying to at least, they all assumed they’d find a tickly spot, and have me giggling, but there would be no stress. For me, for them, for anyone. With the pressure off of everybody, not that there was any in the first place, we firmed up our plans. Booking the hotel, reserving our spots at events and finally jumping in the van and heading up the motorway.
We were soon Birmingham bound, and that meant Ticklemania wasn’t far away.
The flogging workshop was great. The tour of Xtasia and Flirts was excellent too, and I left with so many ideas for events to attend and fantasies that could be fulfilled there. I’m almost ashamed to say I’ve not returned yet but we did have Covid in the middle so I guess that excuses it a little. I guess you’ll just need to watch this space and see what mischief I can get up to.
Off to the hotel, settled in before dinner in the bar. Then we were off to the Facility, another new venues for me. I must say that I think I preferred it to Xtasia. It’s spread over many floors and stacked with equipment, comfortable furniture and a kitchen for making your own cuppa. More gritty than glossy, perhaps that explains my preference? I am but a simple woman.
The party was just getting started when we arrived, plenty of time to find out bearings. Dr Lovelace was up first, being tickled by one, two, then three -lers. These were the guys I’d been speaking to. Great enthusiasts, with all the tickling gear and know-how. She was in fits of giggles! I was invited to join in, got my first taste of tickling an adult. What silly, silly fun!
Once her scene was over it was time for a cuppa and some cake. (Ticklemania was also celebrating a birthday and had laid on quite the spread!) Then I was lured up to the den of iniquity. I stripped off, mostly, and lay down. The four of them got to work. Dr Lovelace and her friend, the event host and a -ler from further afield than anyone else at the event. They worked together, trying to find anywhere that might get a reaction.
They got a reaction. But maybe not quite the one they’d hoped for.
I was laying there, tightly fixed to the bed – tension apparently increases sensitivity – when the thought that BDSM is just a grown up game, and there will always be a winner. The sadistic part of my brain found this scene hilarious. Four enthusiastic ticklers, each attempting to unlock the giggles of a thick skinned, insensitive bottom, and getting more and more frustrated. Well, bugger. If that’s not funny I don’t know what is!
I let them have their mini celebration before correcting them as to why I was laughing. It was agreed that though we were all having fun perhaps our energies would be better used elsewhere. Down to the bottom floor with Dr Lovelace and her friend, where she was bound to a torture device and, quite rightly, tortured!
We tortured her with feathers and rope, clamps and chopsticks, plus so many other pieces of equipment I can’t quite recall them. Between them they had a vast selection of implements. She howled with laughter as we pushed her further into tickle space. (I just made that up, if it’s a real thing please do let me know!)
Once we’d had our fill it was time for more tea and snacks, where we met the host.
Leaving Dr Lovelace in the good hands of her friend, he and I chatted, planned a little 1-1 tickle in the main play space. We disappeared upstairs, I stripped off (again, not that anyone will be surprised!) and he set to work. I quickly communicated that it wasn’t hitting any of the spots and he switched things up to sensual-not-sexual touch. Stroking me all over my back body. He was joined by other sets of anonymous hands (with my consent, you know I like that) and I received a very intense but light massage. It was bliss, and after a long day I felt my eyelids fluttering. He went back to solo stroking and I hovered there for a while.
With Dr Lovelace quite recovered from her earlier exertions it was her turn with the event host. Her friend sat and chatted with me while I floated back down to earth.
No sooner had I landed when I heard laughing followed by a blood curdling scream.
The whole Ticklemania congregation (?) seemed to stop still for a minute until… Laughter again, from both people behind the door.
He poked his head out and assured the guests that all was well, then disappeared again. Closing the door behind him and resuming his treatment of his very willing victim. With my head still floaty I took myself down for a cuppa in the chill out room, chatted to the tickling enthusiasts scattered in amongst the comfy seating. Before long it was time to leave this sanctuary of kink. Head back to the hotel, sleep, such deep sleep. All ready for BBB in the morning and hot footing it down the M5 in time for the boys return later.
Ticklemania left its mark on me though.
It was such a great experience to step into a new, friendly and completely light-and-fluffy kink. Due to my lack of ticklishness I will likely only ever be a -ler, though I still crave to be a -lee.
I am not a tickling fetishist, but it was such good fun, and I can understand why people love it so much. It was the first event that I’d attended which was entirely focussed around laughing, pleasure and fun. The rules for Ticklemania include keeping any pain light for this particular reason – fun and frolics.
Dr Lovelace was the first adult I tickled, but she wasn’t the last. My naughty digits have a really bad habit of poking and prodding in sensitive spaces, with consent of course. Will I return to Ticklemania? Never say never, though there are so many other events I want to attend, that maybe new events will be prioritised.
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