I had a fabulous time this weekend at a shoot for TickleTown, a tickling fetish site. It's totally one of those fetishes where I had no idea it existed, but I wasn't entirely surprised to discover it. The idea is pretty simple, it's just a cute girl getting tied up and tickled by a couple of other cute girls. There's usually no storyline, just lots of rope bondage, giggling, screaming, and squirming. (Though apparently I may get the chance to do one later with a witch trial storyline - I only hope that we get to wear period costumes!) I definitely enjoy being the tickler more than I enjoy being the ticklee, though they're both a total hoot. This time, I have to say that the most fun part was the studio we were in. One of the amazing local Dommes was out of town, so we were able to rent her studio. What a space!

There was a little isolation cell in the back, I so dearly wanted to throw somebody in there. A gynecological exam table, a high green bondage chair, a swing, two cages, two different spanking benches, a gorgeous metal St Andrews cross, and so many attachment points everywhere! I was practically salivating. I've been reading up on her since Saturday, and she is quite the lady. I'm going to have to work My lovely little ass off to make it to that level of awesome.

Which brings Me to My next point, out with the old and in with the new. This applies to clothing, like everything else, and for me in this moment, it applies especially to clothing. My wardrobe is appallingly plain and vanilla, still stuffed full of the jeans and tees I wore constantly through college. And all those weeks I just bought more socks, cotton panties, and pantyhose instead of doing laundry, those are definitely coming back to haunt Me. I purchased a cute lingerie dresser recently, and it holds maybe 75% of My lingerie collection (not even counting My socks). It's officially ridiculous. And I know that a few of you boys out there would love to have items of Mine to worship.

So here's the plan - you help Me upgrade My wardrobe (daywear, fetishwear, shoes), and I gift you with items and photos of Mine (and I don't have to do quite so much laundry! whoo!) Contact Me if interested.

In the meantime, I'm going to run off and harrass some of My new contacts in the fetish photography world. World domination, here I come!