Quick Autobiography. My humble beginnings
Basically
It started when I was 12. The BDSM lifestyle.I didnt know what
that was then, but that was the beginning for me.
My mom married a man when I was 12. he had a son 2 years older than me.
We all got along good, but Unbeknownst to me, the son, my stepbrother
had a crazy obsession with tickling. Once he found out I was ticklish,
he wouldn’t leave me alone.He was a great guy, but any chance he could,
he would tie me up and seriously tickle me to death. He found out my
feet were my greatest weakness and would tickle my feet for sometimes an
hour or two.
Where were our parents at the times he would do this? Gone. I complained
to my mom once, and she just laughed and said,“Sweetie, he’s only
tickling you, not like its hurting you or something.” She didn’t really
understand, I guess. So I never said anything about it again.We were
pretty responsible and mature for our ages, so there were many times we
were left alone.
(Note* At no time was my brother ever sexual towards me and none of his
friends either. My brother would beat them to as pulp if they even
tried.)
My brother would have friends over, and next thing I know, I was tied
up and being gang tickled by him and all his friends. Sometimes it ended
up being 4-6 people all tickling me to death. At the time, I grew to
hate being tickled. I was seriously extremely ticklish. I would scream
and laugh and beg, thrashing all over the place as far as the bonds
would allow which wasn’t very far.
They would take me up in their treehouse, and tie me to a cot and let
neighborhood kids climb up and tickle me for a few minutes for a dollar a
piece.And yes, they would even gag me so I couldn’t scream for help.I
was even introduced to foot fetish too. Some kids would lick and suck my
toes as they tickled, and I found out that tickled bad too, but did
feel kinda wierd but good.
As time progressed over the next two years, I would have a sleepover
with some girlfriends, and then my brother would recruit even THEM to
tie me up and tickle me. OH I seemed to be a great source of endless
entertainment to them after that. My girlfriends actually enjoyed my
sufferings and reactions as they would tickle me silly into the weee
hours of the night.But as they did, something inside of me changed. I
started LIKING it when the girls would tickle me. It was hard to tell
who was worse, the guys or the girls as far as being the most severe
ticklers, I think it was the girls. they actually seemed more ruthless.
But I started liking the sensations and what it made my body do when the
girls tickled.
Time went by, I got a little older, my body was developing, and soon I
realized what that Awesome sensation was that exploded between my legs
as
I was tickled and figured out I wasn’t peeing on myself. Yep, It was
what we call an orgasm. I started having those every time the girls
would tickle me for long periods of time. I looked forward to them
even.It did get frustrating though, because a lot of times I would be
held down or tied up by the girls and tickled, but not quite long
enough.Circumstances sometimes made them stop just before I could
achieve that wonderful sensation. That’s what I called true Torture.
I started kissing girls at almost 14. and got my first real girlfriend
at 14. her name was Taylor. we played tickle games a lot and I would
actually get the chance to tickle her back. she was as ticklish as I was
it seemed, and I LOVED to tickle her to tears and make her freak out as
I did.She always seemed to be able to get her revenge though. Our love
relationship only lasted a year, and then she drifted away from me and
ended up going out with my brother when she was 15. But I got over it
and didn’t hold any ill feelings. Yes, it hurt, but at that age,
EVERYTHING hurt.
I was in a mix of feelings and emotions about my sexuality, as I did
know girls turned me on, and we experimented with fingers, tongues,
kissing, etc. But the norm was to be with boys. So, as I got to age 16, I
tried that. Wasn’t my cup of tea. lost my virginity, and lay there 2
minutes later wondering what the big deal was. It did nothing whatsoever
for me.
I thought maybe he just wasn’t any good. so a while later, i tried it
again with another boyfriend. Same thing. I then realized that i
preffered girls. But I had to use discretion because at that time, gay
and lesbian tendencies were frowned upon. So It was my little secret.
My parents I think realized i liked girls from that early age. i had
girls over all the time and no boys. When my brother had his guy
friends over, I tried my best to avoid them and NOT be alone with them
for I knew they would soon tie and tickle me. It usually didn’t work,
they would hunt me down when the folks were gone and get me anyway.
So as for high school, I was known but unsaid to be the tickle toy for
years. even kids at school, when they found out how ticklish I was and
how I reacted, they would tickle me senseless. In the halls, they’d
goose my ribs, hold me against the lockers and tickle me to death. in
the locker room the girls sometimes held me down on the bench and
tickled me to death for a few minutes, I seemed to get tickled
everywhere I went.
Parties were a big thing then, and I would end up being the
entertainment.I wasn’t stripped naked or anything, but people would gang
up on me and hold me down and take turns tickling me, making me scream
and cry for mercy.
Now enters college years. Same thing. i didn’t go out with guys at all,
but had fun playing with the girls.
From about 13 on up, I was a person that took charge in life,
organized, and was good at it. but when the girls got a hold of me, I
seemed naturally submissive to them. I seemed to let them basically do
anything they wanted to me. No one tried to hurt me, but they all did
enjoy tying me up and just tickling me crazy. and sexually abuse me as
they did. I wouldn’t call it abuse actually, I loved it. But the
tickling made me insane.
I was introduced to foot fetish again, but it was the other way around.
some girls would force me to lick their stinky feet to humiliate me,
gag me with their sweaty socks, and force me to smell their feet.
Naturally, I did, whether I liked it or not.But I soon realized I liked
that too.
Time marched on. I was 20 years old, and was having severe abdominal
pains. went to the doctor, and was soon diagnosed with Cervical Cancer. I
won’t bore you with the history of what that’s all about, but suffice
it
to say, a lot of chemo and two surgeries in which my tubes were removed
as well since they were distorted and twisted.
During the surgeries, one of them I had a bundle of nerves nicked by a
scalpel. That left me with two problems.
One problem was the feeling of having to pee all the time. I could go,
and still feel like I had a full bladder. so it took a while to adjust
my
lifestyle to that. Its under control, because its really only a mental
thing.
The second problem is both a blessing and a curse. It left my clit
hypersensitive. Whats that mean you ask? Well, lets put it this way, if
it is touched by anyone else, I tend to curl up into the fetal position
and scream and laugh like a madwoman. It became extremely ticklish and
sensitive. I can touch it, and yes, it is very hyper sensitive, but I
learned how to touch it and still keep my sanity,and even to get off
without a problem.
Now here I am, recovering from my Cancer, and not in school anymore,
and not knowing what i want to do with my life. I did yearn for a
woman’s
touch, and even her ticklings, so I went to Texas to visit my brother
and he introduced me to this girl. She was named Michelle. Turns out,
she was known as Ticklemistress Michelle. and she was a Professional
Domme.When she found out I was submissive and ticklish, well the rest
was history. I soon became her sub for the next 7 years.I didn’t live
with her, but she was very wealthy and would fly me down there from
Missouri like 2 weekends a month for training. After the first year
together, she took me aside, and we talked about my future. She told me
that I am really not a submissive. I have those tendencies, but not
naturally. She said I have a more dominant personality. After our talk,
she said she would agree to train me and teach me to be a Domme if that
was what I wanted. I thought about it for a while and agreed. I stayed
as her sub still, but she trained me in the arts of extreme tickle
torture, both as the lee and then as the ler with her other girls as
well.
6 years later, she said I was ready to be on my own. That was almost 4
years ago. Since then, I have had many online subs for cyber, and now
have two subs in real life on the weekends that I enjoy tickle
torturing. I also experiment in other areas as well, spanking, flogging,
humiliation, strap-on abuse, and forced and denied orgasm control. I’m
open minded, but I’m not really into inflicting severe pain to anyone. I
found that tickle torture can be painful enough to those that are
extremely ticklish.
As for my home life, well, yes, I work, I am in the health Insurance
business and work for a large company. I am a manager and make a solid
living.
I work with all kinds of charity organizations and am always for the
underdog. I have a friend who was down on her luck along with her 15
year old son,(14 at the time)(Who lost her husband and his father a
couple years ago) and had them move in with me. I have also got three
lovely little girls age 6,8,11 living with me 75% of the time since
their grandmother suffered a heart attack and isn’t up to taking care of
them full time like she used to.Their mother died in an auto accident a
year and a half before. Now to make things short, the lil girls and I
became very close, which was good because not long after grandmother’s
heart attack, she had me bring a lawyer and made me executor of her
affairs. Which was good because she soon passed away. I have since
adopted all three girls and they are my own daughters now and I love
them dearly. .
So, in all that being said, welcome to my life, my world, and my dreams.
feel free to write me and ask me anything you’d like.
Love,
Ticklemistress
Tiffany
