Are you not entertained? A BBB write up.
On Saturday the 11th of April we took a short jaunt to the BBB (Birmingham Bizarre Bazaar) to see some folks, pick up some new kinky equipment and to attend the afterparty. The theme was D&D, but alas I’d long since packed all my LARP stuff up and sold most of it, so there was no brutal Orcish barbarian, no foppish dandy, no outlandish nobleman with a purse filled with coins.
What I lacked in outfit supremacy, we made up for it at the afterparty.
It has been on my bucket list for a while now to bring the humble tickling fetish/kink to a more “general” kink event to the point it had been on my list of new years resolutions. I’d done a few other parties at Townhouse and incorporated tickle play before, but the audience was never more than a few people at a time. After a quick warm-up in the dungeon space on the X-Frame, we found ourselves chatting with friends in the bar and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Hazel seemed to be almost vibrating.
Those of you who know my fiancée know that she cannot be stood around at a bar when there is kink to be done. One of the house dominants was just finishing up on a massage table in the “exhibitionist” staging area, a part of the venue near to the middle floor bar which was visible from a surprising amount of the room. I stepped forward and claimed the table, borrowing a few carabiners from a mutual friend, and I proceeded to cuff and attach Hazel to said table. Friends of ours also took to the stage, emboldened by my brave girl’s desire to become the evening’s entertainment for a bar full of kinky strangers.
She beseeched me to blindfold her. She wants to be seen, but she could not tolerate the gaze of non-tickle kinksters, like Perseus if a Gorgons glare judged rather than turned to stone. However, judgement was not something we needed to concern ourselves with. Several times during the play I raised my chin to watch the crowd and was met with broad knowing smiles and encouraging nods from the strangers at the dividing rail. I made sweeping reference to *all* the people watching, and the only thing that halted Hazel from wishing the ground would swallow her up there and then was an inability to count the pairs of eyes clapped on her delectable bound form.
The play itself was quite tame and restrained for my typical event torture routine, but coupled with the humiliating factor of a kinky audience to play to, and my refusal to stay in any one tickle spot for more than a minute or so at a time, Hazel was hysterical. Every reference I made to us not being alone brought panic and protestation. I almost took her breath away when I lowered my mouth to her waiting belly button and slipped my tongue inside whilst gliding my nails over her lower abdomen. She never expects me to crack that one out in public considering what it does to her body, libido and the connection it has to between her legs. I might as well be taking a vibrator to her nethers.
I conjured tools of devilish design, including some new claws I’d purchased from Bondatrix that very afternoon, and broke Hazel down for our fascinated onlookers. She begged, she pleaded, she bargained, but she never said the magic words. Just the way I like it.
Perhaps some in the crowd have now come to appreciate what a little tickling can do for a sensitive submissive, tied down helpless and incapable of defending themselves. I hope this spurs them on to try it themselves, whether in the comfort of their own homes or under the dimmed gloom of dungeon lighting. I hear tales and stories from other events, of people trying tickle play. I speak to people at tickle munches who don’t actually have tickling listed as one of their main kinks, but they’ve sought us out to investigate and explore for reasons that I hope will become more apparent with the passage of time.
I’m sure we will be back to the BBB and Afterparty in due course, and who knows, perhaps next time I’ll bring the Coyote E-Stim buttons and let the crowd “buzz in” so to speak.
