#knisnosis

on a similar note, i would like to get better at being more dominant in certain situations but i think i will always love getting teased/provoked by lees because yes i do wanna tickle you REALLY BAD and I WILL i just might be losing my mind when i’m doing it. and i know by you doing that to me that you want to get tickled and it makes me even more flustered.

not to bring switchy stuff into it too much but revenge is my thing i love revenge on both sides in the forms of tickling and teasing. so provoking and teasing me to get what you want, im weak. tease me, get revenge on me for being so mean before. ill get revenge on you back for teasing me like that. we’ll be in this cycle forever. i want to tease you back i want to know what teases get you the most, which ones like the most, and which ones you really HATE love.

i also love lees that whine or squeal or anything like that. i love laughs so much but if you are also whining, complaining, begging, squealing, or moaning i’m obsessed hfhfhdjsjs.

ok ok ok and i love lees that are shy you’re so cute pls don’t be shy STOP HIDING YOUR FACE ill tickle you more about it… when they’re shy but still show that they love it as best as they can… when they try to tease or provoke me even though it makes them flustered it definitely gets them the tickles they want.

on the other end bratty lees. go crazy with the teasing and provoking and bratting i love it and i will get you good

and and i love lees that are clear about their boundaries and communications. one of my biggest personal struggles with being ler and/or dominant is tied to guilt and ocd. tons more to say about that i wont elaborate for now but. open communication about anything and everything before & after sessions isn’t only important for lees it’s something that i value a lot to be able to feel comfortable being a ler too!

I was accepted!

I stand on a podium surrounded by mirrors for her to take my measurements.

She pokes at my tummy and the measuring tape tickles as it brushes against my skin.

My dress is beautiful. English style, long sleeves and skirt, ruffles and ribbons, and black round glasses.

My Mary Janes click against the hall floors as a I walk. Each sound a subconscious reminder of my new position.

My first task is to scrub one of the guest bedrooms. The door is shut behind me.

Wanting to please, I begin my work right away.

The sweet scent of the cleaning products make me feel funny!

With no ventilation, I keep breathing it in and seeping it into my brain.

I get sooo dizzy. I giggle to myself dumbly. What was I doing again? hehehe..

Mistress opens the door to find me sitting on my knees, dress spilled out around me. Drool drips off my chin onto my chest.

Mistress giggles. It's so beautiful and airy I want to listen to it forever. Is she giggling at me? Did I please her?

She instructs me to stand. I wobble to do so.

She instructs me to lift my skirt. I clumsily get my hands on the fabric.

She leans down to gaze at my soaked lace panties. I whine with pleasure.