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It's OK ladies. We'll spare you the humiliation of begging.

Your body language will say it all.

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Isn’t there something extra humiliating about the idea of someone having full access to the bottoms of your feet in particular??

Like literally one of the most covered up parts of your body… not only in shoes but also usually socks, and on top of that your soles are meant to be stood on, hidden by the floor itself on the very most underside of your body!

So maybe that’s why it feels extra powerless when someone’s got you compromised enough that the bottoms of your feet are accessible?? Naturally any sort of prone position is already such a vulnerable one, and to have your soles visible at all you kind of have to be in some sort disadvantaged position! Nothing you can do to protect or cover them, to stop the assailant from looking at or touching them as much as they want??? That’s even more embarrassing isn’t it, not even being able to protect one of your most private places from being on display. So invasive having your bare feet at someone else’s mercy, played with and prodded outside of your control. IT’S ALL SO EXTRA POWERLESS AND EMBARRASSINGGGG 😩😩.

Anyway that’s what’s on my mind today 😆🫣 hope you’re having a good day!! LOL 😇🙃

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Look, another feather wheel!

The world needs more feather wheels.

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You know what is coming.

You know where it will be.

Struggling is achieving little.

And you know they're good at what they do.

You try not to sob as you hear the door being locked behind the torturer.

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We have ways to make you talk.

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Sometimes, you just have to hogtie her and show her who's boss.

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The summer solstice is THAT time of year.

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Just when you think it can't get any worse...

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In a previous question you say that sometimes you allow your victims to take revenge on you. So you have been brutally tickle tortured several times and you know how it feels. You have experienced the maddening sensations invading your skin as you are slowly driven into insanity and delirium, completely unable to stop it. You know the unbearable agony, the pure desperation, the urgent need for the tickle torture to stop. My question is, does all that make you be a little more mercyful to your victims? Or on the contrary, it makes you even more sadistic?

Excellent question! As someone dedicated to pursuing ever higher thresholds of ticklish agony, let me assure you that no, I do not have more mercy on my victims by understanding their anguish. I let the torment hone my skills, it helps me connect with the lee and know what they need.

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your blog is like... actually crazy (in a good way)

We're all a little crazy! Glad you like it :)

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I love your blog I just want to become a tickle slave

Always accepting applications, DM me :)

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Sometimes, the bad guys win, and the damsel in distress ends up underground in a remote, secret facility, unable to move, see, hear, or speak, while the soles of her feet are subjected to the most advanced, sensitivity enhanced, AI controlled tickle torture conceivable.

The rescue party? Well, if she'd even known there had been an attempt, she'd also know that each and every one of them has been dispersed around the world to similar secret sites, and are about to share her despairing, isolated fate.

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It's not just being tied up and tickled you crave.

It is defeat. It is being overpowered. It is humiliation. It is being displayed. It is being exposed. It is being helpless. It is being so far beyond rescue and hope that you KNOW you will not hold out. It is being made to tell all your secrets, and then simply being tortured more. Having that last desperate hope, that cooperating might earn you a respite, utterly dashed by the realisation you are at the (lack of) mercy of someone truly sadistic.

It is the desire to feel the closest thing possible to actually being captured by an enemy who has earned a reputation for ruthlessly torturing its prisoners. To have heard the stories of the sounds that drift from their prison camps, where every single prisoner without exception is taken to be interrogated.

And the darker rumours of how no sound at all escapes the dedicated torture facilities, where the torments never end no matter how much you tell them...

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Some serious intensity and focus.

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How long until it really sets in? The realization. The truth. There always seems to be a little hope in your eyes at first. You think the tickling will somehow be brief. Playful. A joke. No. That's not how this works.

Tickling evolves. Tickling matures. The first strokes you feel have not yet developed into what they'll become. What you'll feel. As the seconds, minutes, and hours tick away you understand what I mean. Those feelings change. More intense. Deeper. Harder and harder to struggle against. Suddenly the soles of your feet are gateways to panic, your hips betray you in a heartbeat, and your underarms a pathway to hearing once unthinkable words spill from those lips.

That is why we take our time. We do not rush. We must see the end result of what tickling can really do to you. And I promise you, this will not be over quickly.

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One of my favourite pieces from one of my favourite artists.

The immobility. The sensory deprivation. The sheer detail of how her feet being held perfectly still, and the little detail of the padlock on the stocks. Total overkill... but the knowledge that even if, somehow, she could get her hands free, she doesn't have the key, and cannot escape... that must kill her.

A setup I will one day build.

Punishment For a Tease...

[tickling / bondage / feet]