This was originally a “private stash” vid that I never thought would see the light of day. But thanks to Bianca, here it is for everyone to enjoy!

I’ve known Bianca long enough to understand that her natural state is commanding a room. She’s a former runway model turned corporate boss, which means she walks like there’s still a spotlight following her, except now she signs expense reports instead of autographs. Everything about her is precise. Posture. Tone. Timing. Standing almost 6 feet tall with piercing bl*e eyes, she doesn’t enter rooms so much as she arrives.

Bianca’s also a flirt, surgically precise, recreational, and c*mpletely unserious. She’s happily married, and everyone knows it, which somehow makes it worse because it removes any ambiguity. She’ll hold eye contact a beat too long, drop a compliment like it’s a paperweight, laugh at something that absolutely wasn’t funny, then walk away mid-sentence. It’s not about attraction; it’s about dominance. She flirts the way some people play chess, just to remind you she’s thinking three moves ahead and you’re still admiring the board. You can almost see the calculation behind it: How much attention can I pull without owing anyone anything? And the answer, infuriatingly, is always “all of it.”

She knows all about my tickling and foot fetish. There have been times when she will just text me a photo of her feet, asking what I think of her pedicure. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she loves every second of it.

Bianca will frequently ask questions about my side business of tickling and feet. I’m not sure if it’s genuine curiosity or just a way to “power flirt” with me. There have been a couple of times when she acts like she’s interested in seeing what it would be like to be tied down and tickled, but nothing has ever come of it.

Anyways, flash forward:

I’ve taken photographs for her for years, both personally and professionally, including editorials, campaign leftovers, and “casual but not casual” LinkedIn content. And Bianca, bless her immaculate soul, has opinions. Lots of them. She doesn’t just pose; she directs. Lighting suggestions. Angles. Micro-adjustments to her own chin like she’s moving furniture in her mind.

This was a personal sh*ot, off the books, off the clock, strictly for Bianca’s New Year’s Eve dress debut. Apparently, mirrors and front-facing cameras are for civilians. Bianca doesn’t do selfies; she escalates. If everyone else is posting bathroom photos with bad lighting and a peace sign, she needs a full professional setup, because simply looking good isn’t enough. She also has to win the social media battle.

During the sh*ot, Bianca starts asking me about my tickling adventures again. A l*ttle bit of harmless flirting back and forth to scratch her ego (although I was thinking of using my fingers to tickle, not scratch). In the past, I never pushed the issue of Bianca actually being tickled, but this time I decided to keep up the flirting and the conversation, and the next thing you know, Bianca is locked in the stocks. Well, it didn’t happen that fast. But I challenged Bianca’s big ego. Calling her out about talking a big game but never delivering on all her flirting.

“You really want to tickle me?” She asked in an almost challenging way.

I told her I’d love to make her beg me to stop. She told me that would NEVER happen. A l*ttle more talking and flirting, and we were off!

This is PART ONE of Bianca’s first (and maybe last) tickle session. Bianca rated herself a 5/10 on the ticklish scale but told me it had been years since anyone tickled her. Her only reference is that it tickles “a l*ttle bit” when she gets her feet scrubbed during a pedicure.

Did I mention Bianca has big feet? Size 10’s. Big, soft, well taken care of.

This first part is a tickle test. I’m trying different techniques to find out what works best to get Bianca laughing. Testing out all my tools. Bianca starts tough for the first minute or two. I could tell she was holding back by how her body tenses up when I tickle her feet. It was just a matter of time before I found the right tickling technique, when I do Bianca lets out an “Oh no!” because she realizes she can’t hold back the laughter any longer.

She was very wrong about her 5/10 on the ticklish scale. The more I tickle, the more her dominant defense drops, and she laughs, gets teary-eyed, and even tells me that I win, I got her to laugh. But she doesn’t realize that I’m just getting started!

A control freak that loses control. The sound of her ticklish laughter is a fantastic victory!

Stay tuned for PART TWO of Bianca’s tickling, coming soon!

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