A Day at the Ren Faire

Sorry, I have been remiss about posting to this page. I apologize.

It seems a lot of my page followers like the recounts of my experiences, so here is one from way back, but it is one of my favorites.

I was dating a young woman named Suzanne and she was a bit evil when it came to controlling a man. This was before I even recognized I was a submissive.

We drove up to Wisconsin from Chicago to attend a Renaissance Faire. We walked around the faire and took in some theatrical performances. It was nice.

We walked past an area that had a sign that said, tickling stocks. Two men dressed in Medieval costumes would bind women in the stocks and then remove their shoes and socks and tickle their feet until the women were hysterical with laughter.

Suzanne laughed at the women's plight and said, "Who in their right mind would agree to be bound in tickling stocks if they are extremely ticklish? Only one answer... they love being tickled."

She then asked me, "Would you agree to be locked in stocks?"

I said, "I don't know. I'm not that ticklish. Maybe."

We continued to walk around and came to an area with a sign that said, "Adults Only. MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO ENTER."

We decided to check it out. We quickly found out that this area was very adult with a few naked people walking around, collared, and led on a leash walking about. Some were just naked, and it was obvious they were uncomfortable being seen that way.

We came upon another set of stocks. There were no signs about tickling, but they could be used for that activity.

Suzanne said, "C'mon let's have some fun. Take off all your clothes and sit in the stocks. I'll bind you up."

I was like, what? She reminded me that she could expose my submissive side to my friends and I wouldn't like that. I agreed to take a seat in the stocks, but fully clothed.

She told me to raise my hands over my head, and she would cuff each wrist. I did, but instead of cuffing my hands, she pulled off my t-shirt and then cuffed my wrists above my head, exposing my tender under arms. Once locked in, she told me to lift my butt up, and she pulled my pants and underwear down my legs, over my feet and off. I was now naked and getting aroused.

She told me to lift my legs into the bottom foot stocks, and then she pulled down the upper stocks, locking my feet into the stocks, unable to move or pull them out. She laughed at my situation as people started to gather to watch.

Suzanne revealed two large turkey feathers she had found nearby. She said "You have managed to hide just how ticklish you really are, but that's about to change."

"Choocie Choocie Coo," she said as she ran the feathers over my soles and toes on both feet. At first I was able to suppress my laughter but within 30 seconds I began to erupt.

"No, please stop! It tickles so much! Please! Hahahahha.. I can't take it. What are you doing to my feet! Hah hahaha!"

She smiled and said, "Oh, I knew you were ticklish. I just didn't realize how much. Let's explore your feet."

"Hahahahhaa! STOP IT! PLEASE! OMG. I CANT BREATH. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO..HAHAHAHHA!"

Suzanne kept tickling and I was hysterical. As I looked through my tears I saw many people approaching and filling the space in front of the stocks.

"Please, Suzanne, there are lots of people taking photos of me. I'm very embarrassed."

She replied, "Those aren't people silly. They are your ticklers. You are in for quite an experience. I'm going to hand off the feathers to the next tickler and go watch from a distance. I find this very amusing."

She turned and asked who was going to tickle me next and an older woman probably in her 80s spoke up. "It's my turn. I would love to torture him."

Suzanne went to hand her the feathers but the old lady waved her off and displayed her hands with long sharp fingernails. "These will do the job."

They both laughed. I was sweating and very nervous. The old woman came up to my bare feet and said, "I love to tickle. I mean, I really love it. Watching the person scream and beg as they laugh out of control, gives me great joy. Are you ready to give me some joy?" My only response was, "Please, don't tickle me."

She lightly ran her nails all over my bare soles and would concentrate on the meaty area right below my toes. I went birdshit. I had never laughed so hard and without any control in my life. I couldn't stop laughing. She worked me over for a few minutes. Tickling someone for three minutes is a long time. Being tickled for an hour would be unbearable, but that's what was about to happen.

One after another, a new tickler came up with their own tickling technique. There were at least 30 people waiting for their turn. The more I laughed and the louder I got, the more people would come by to see what all the commotion was about. Once they realized what was happening, they wanted in on it.

Suddenly, a group of five people came up. 3 women and 2 guys. They all took a spot by my feet and underarms, except for one guy. He stood over me and said, "It looks like you are having a lot of fun. I think we can make your time even more special." He then reached down and grabbed my swollen cock. He said, "Back in the old days, they also tortured men with tease and denial. They would bring the man right to the point of orgasm and then stop. They would repeat this over and over again until the man confessed in exchange for an orgasm. Unfortunately for him, even after getting the confession, they would continue to torture him by denying his orgasm."

I said, "No, the tickle torture is driving me insane if you start teasing my cock, I'll go mad!"

I had never had another man touch my cock, but this guy knew what to do. I guess being a guy helps know how to drive another guy crazy. I could see Suzanne watching from a distance but she did not interfere.

All the people began to tease and tickle me at once. It was stimulation overload. My feet, armpits, ribs, legs, balls, and cock were all under attack. I suddenly couldn't take anymore and blacked out.

"Are you okay? Wake up," said Suzanne as she slapped my face lightly.

"I guess I fainted. That was so intense," I said.

She looked at me and gave me a kiss. "It's not over yet." She smiled and walked away.

The five people started torturing me again. This time it lasted five minutes, but I made it.

When they walked away, I saw two beautiful women coming towards me. One stopped at my feet and the other came up and placed her hand around my cock. She said, "I loved the way that guy drove you to the edge over and over. Your reaction was priceless even as you still laughed your ass off. Get ready for more of that."

The experience at the Renaissance Faire was one I will never forget. It was my first introduction to tease and denial, and tickle torture, both of which I still enjoy till this day. I still talk to Suzanne online every so often. She lives in the Midwest, and I'm in Florida. She will sometimes text me an image of a guy with a hard-on being tickled and say, "I miss those days. Don't you?" Yes, I surely do.