johannebachster

With memories like those you two provided me, who needs Viagra? -JB

Thanks go to you and Choi, who inspired me. Next time, let's take it even higher! -JB

I recently scheduled a tickle torture session with the lovely Mistresses Zhao and the spicy Mistress Choi for a grueling and delightful one hour. I previously only experienced one tickle torture session in my life, but never faced two determined ticklers before, and never restrained as I was soon to be. When they entered I had to catch my breath, they were even more beautiful in person than in their photos. And the combination and contrast of their personalities was even more striking. Mistress Zhao, cool and commanding, was undoubtedly the mastermind, while Mistress Choi proved to be the smart-mouthed brat who put me in my place. And as Mistress Zhao smiled at my torments, Mistress Choi calmly never showed me mercy. After telling them my fantasy for the session, they asked me to wait at the other end of the Pink Room, while they whispered to each other, conspiring as to how best to torture me. I knew I was in trouble. I couldn't wait. They then called me over, and asked me how I liked their outfits. Mistress Choi was dressed in schoolgirls clothes and Mistress Zhao in a leather two-piece. I told them how wonderful they looked, and how their clothes revealed their beautiful figures. They asked if I'd like to see more. Of course I said "Yes!" "You will have to be restrained first." There's always a catch. And so they instructed me to kneel down facing the rack where they securely fastened my hands above my head. They spread my legs apart with a spreader and secured my feet with another spreader. I now had my armpits and both soles totally exposed, which is where they wanted me -- and where I wanted to be. Mistress Choi then faced me and attacked my pits, while Mistress Zhao scraped my feet. I was laughing and screaming within seconds. They were merciless, and seemed to really enjoy tormenting me. They wanted to find my most ticklish spots, and forced me to tell them each one. And when they found ticklish spots that I hadn't revealed to them, they punished me with unrelenting tickle torture until I begged them to stop. Of course, this also had to be punished, and so they made me count backwards from 60 while they continued their unrelenting tickle torture. By the end of 60-seconds (it was far longer) I didn't know how to count, or what they wanted me to say. It turns out that what felt like an eternity was only minutes, and as they switched places and removed their tops, they quickly returned to tormenting me, alternating between slow, fast, soft and hard tickles, until I was near breathless. As the tickling continued, so did the verbal teasing. Mistress Zhao is a masterful verbal teaser, and she forced me to beg to be tickled, to beg her not to stop, and to ask to be tickled forever... My mouth goes dry even now as I recall looking into her deep eyes and her cruel smile. By the end of the hour I was spent, but wonderfully rejuvenated. They were kind enough to hold my hands and speak with me as I related the origins of my fetish and how they helped me confront it, accept it, and begin to deal with it as a part of my life. I can't wait to see them both again very soon! -JB