I have a mad tickle fetish,

So I don’t waste any time getting my digs and pokes in when I can. One of my subs is like a walking exposed nerve. All I have to do is poke him ever so slightly with my finger, and he squirms. It never gets old either, to jolt him with a poke here and there.  Sometimes I’ll even sneak up on him like prey, and tickle his sides while he’s cornered and can’t get away. I make a game out of making him squeal helplessly like a little porcine.

I’m a tickle predator on the prowl.

One evening he had a few glasses of wine, which makes him more vulnerable. Poor bastard, he had no idea what was about to happen to him. My tickle toy has a foot fetish, and I love putting my feet in his face, and slapping him around a bit, with my pretty, painted toes. I started bullying him with my feet and then pounced and pinned him down. He knew he was screwed and he fought really hard but lost all of his strength because I tickled it right out of him.

You will be tickle & foot dominated.

Poor poor subbie… he squirmed and flailed so helplessly he ended up on the floor.  What a mistake! I stood over him and put my feet in his face and then sat on his chest, pinning his arms down with my legs.  “You are so fucked,” I said, laughing as I started mercilessly getting him under his chin and reaching behind me to get his belly, his laughs muffled by my crotch over his face. I got up and quickly reversed my position, putting my ass in face and tickling his cock and balls. He flopped around like a fish, and I laughed and exploited his helpless flesh. I got up  looking at the breathless body laying on the floor and stuffed my toes in his mouth. “Thank you Mistress,” he gasped. “Good boy,” I replied haughtily. I smiled down at him fully satisfied, my inner beast satisfied for now.