As a former “survivor” of No SafeWord, I thought I already knew what I was getting myself into. But I forgot that Derek knows how much I love surprises.

From the get-go, I was already slightly terrified. You can tell that about me if I start babbling astrology. That tends to be my last resort distraction, before I know my moment of imminent doom is coming. Thankfully for at least 99% of you, Derek shuts down the chatter real quick and, with a fistful of hair and a hand over my mouth, sets a timer for my declared 15 mins (I’m a masochist ok??), and basically told me he’s just going to hold my hand over my mouth the WHOLE time and make me watch Ashlee tickle my feet!!!! My mind absolutely exploded through my eyes; even from a distance, you can sense the delightful panic in my very reactive expression and noises. His grip on my head and mouth were FIRM, and I couldn’t do anything but watch as I saw Ashlee’s nails peek out mischievously and then disappear from my gaze. The only two words that came to mind after that were OH. and....NO.

Mistress Quill’s nails were the first thing that ever caught my attention in a photo: a snapshot of her as a vampire queen with pointy teeth and pointy nails told me everything. I knew when those nails got on me, I was going to melt into gooey-ness and there was gonna be no controlling whatever the f*ck was gonna come out of my mouth. And there was a lot that tried to come out, despite Derek’s steady grip. He would swap one hand out for the other in record time and occasionally tease an opening only to quickly brace down again. *SSHOLE. I tried to say that but I just got punished with a more secure grip and a merciless round of fingernail tickle training. Poor me, I know.

I love to be watched, but I do get flushed if someone makes me to watch what they’re doing to me. At first I did NOT want to watch, but Derek's brace gave me no choice. I just had to give in, fixating on her nails that danced meticulously over every inch of my feet, occasionally throwing my head back to cackle uncontrollably into his palm, because I couldn’t do jacksnot otherwise!

You WILL see me try to fight back. I wiggled uselessly like a worm as Mistress Quill strokes those merciless nails from my arches to my heels to my toes. I tried to curse them out, but I was swiftly punished with punishment by alternating the Shocker and her nails, G*D those nails, I hope you’re not playing a drinking game every time I mention the word “nails”!

The Devil’s Fork was the WORST on my toes. I’m wiggling through that b*ndage bag like a mental patient off his meds, so that means these alternative treatments are working, right? By 7.5 minutes. I have thoroughly lost all knowledge of who or where I am, and I’m DRENCHED in the ticklish pleasure of this siren’s NAILS...if I could make this experience an augmented reality game and you could have felt what I felt - I would give that gift to you, gladly.

The Pulsing Predator is a new tool that is just as menacing on my arches as it sounds. It chewed away at my arches from a devilish angle, no thanks to Mistress Quill over there; and I heaved out deep fits of endless, muffled laughter. I was losing my voice by the 10.5 minute mark. When I thought I would give out, she taunts me about my panting, cranks back my toes, and then proceeds to make me lose my goddamn sanity AGAIN with her nails. Lees everywhere, even if you’re a fighter like me, you’re in trouble when it comes to this ler.

The more I write, the more I get the feeling that this might go down in history as one of my all time favorite tickle sessions at Fettish Labs. The fighting, the sassing, and the struggling was all a really fun part of this game, but there’s no feeling of ecstasy quite having to utterly surrender your vulnerable soles to a beautiful lady with razor nails and deadlier intentions.

Fae Donata

Laughing Hand Over Mouth Barefoot No Safeword - Ashlee Quill and Fae Donata with C4s.com