Mistress Arisa, clad in her signature black latex catsuit, welcomes her trembling submissive to her domain. She orders him to strip and lie face down on the padded table. Arisa begins her torment, using a variety of tickling tools - a soft brush, a whisper-soft feather duster, and even her own nails. She works her way up and down his body, avoiding his most sensitive spots until he's a writhing, begging mess. Arisa's laugh is like music to his ears, yet it fuels his humiliation. She edges him closer to orgasm with her tickling, only to back off, keeping him in a state of perpetual, maddening anticipation. With each touch, Arisa's power over him grows, and she relishes every moment of his helpless squirming.