Mistress Trish has thrash tied down tightly to her spanking bench so that she can tickle him as mercilessly as she desires. She first toys with him by lightly running her fingers over the sides of his body. This slight sensation of her fingers teasing his skin towards sensitivity is the perfect anticipatory build up to the severe tickling he is about to receive. Suddenly she digs her fingers in and starts really tickling the poor sub. At first he fights it by trying not to laugh but it takes Trish little time to illicit the fervor of breathless, gasping, tickle torment that she desires. Soon s...

Mistress Trish has thrash tied down tightly to her spanking bench so that she can tickle him as mercilessly as she desires. She first toys with him by lightly running her fingers over the sides of his body. This slight sensation of her fingers teasing his skin towards sensitivity is the perfect anticipatory build up to the severe tickling he is about to receive. Suddenly she digs her fingers in and starts really tickling the poor sub. At first he fights it by trying not to laugh but it takes Trish little time to illicit the fervor of breathless, gasping, tickle torment that she desires. Soon she is taking advantage of all of his good ticklish spots. His sides, his armpits, his knees, his hipbones, and even his oddly ticklish balls are used against him until he is gasping through laughter for the simple privilege of being allowed to breathe again. Egged on by his helplessness and his laughter Trish tickles him non-stop. She beams with happiness as her fingers torment her helpless victim. When she is finally done subjecting him to the merciless tickle torment that she desires the poor sub is drenched in sweat, gasping for air, and hyper sensitive all over. Trish warns that his feet, which were neglected this time, are really in for it the next time she wants to tickle him.