My session with @spiffytickler was truly a torturous event, but I loved every single second of it. I wanted to have a true tickle torture experience, where all of my limits were pushed, where nothing could save me, and where I'd experience really, truly breaking from the torture, but having it continue.
It started with him massaging my feet while laying back on the couch and discussing the session. Definitely not a bad way to start. We both wanted a true tickle torture session, so he explained how it would be a CNC (consensual non-consent) 90 minute long experience (i chose the 90 minutes😁) I had never had a session like that before, but after understanding what was going to happen I was 100% into it and ready. He warned me that my mind might go through an emotional rollercoaster, but I went into it thinking I was tough and ready to see if I could handle it. The process of being tied up was overwhelming all on its own. I was strapped onto a bondage board with arm cuffs, bondage belts, leg cuffs, and bondage mittens. My feet got put into stocks and every single toe was individually tied back. I could not move to save my life. He finished with gag tape over my mouth, a blindfold, and ear plugs. Every single sense was basically silenced except for the sense of touch..him touching my feet. I also had a vibe placed right over my clit. My entire body was in his control.
Things started out just as you’d think..he tickled, I laughed, I squirmed, he kept tickling..but things went from easy to intense real quick.
After a few minutes of tickling, he would push against the vibe WHILE tickling my feet and holy crap that was a sensation I have never felt in my life. It was difficult to focus on the sensations of ticklishness and pleasure from the vibe separately and it started to feel overwhelming...it was like a teasing frustration and he never let up, he never stopped, and I eventually came. The ticklish sensations I felt on the bottom of my feet after having an orgasm increased drastically and I didn’t get even a second to regain composure.
He poured oil onto my feet and the second his fingers touched my soles, they didn’t stop moving for 90 minutes. He occasionally switched to using an electric toothbrush, brushing along every single toe, up and down my arches, and brushing circles around the ball of my foot. You think he let up after using that tool for 10-20 minutes? Nope. Then he switched to a scrubby brush, and at one point he used two at the same time. I couldn’t even curl my toes down to hide from the tools or sensations. Just when I thought I could take a breather, he poured more oil and turned it up 5 notches. Feeling his fingernails gliding effortlessly up and down my arches sent shockwaves throughout my entire body.
After what felt like hours of this continuous torture, my brain started to panic. My feet were completely stretched, with no way I could protect them. My legs were strapped so I could barely wiggle them. My arms were strapped to my sides and my hands were stuck in the bondage mittens, so I couldn’t grab at the sheets. I so desperately wanted to feel anything else, to distract my brain from the sensations I was feeling so intensely on my feet, but nothing I did worked.
It got to a point where I wanted to break free from the restraints. My mouth had gag tape so I couldn’t beg. My eyes had a blindfold so I couldn’t convince him to stop with my wide eyed pleading stare. I couldn’t twist my body free. I couldn’t kick my legs free. It was registering in my brain just how stuck I was.
I very quickly became angry. Angry I couldn’t get out, angry at @spiffytickler for not letting up, angry at the ticklish sensations that wouldn’t go away. I couldn’t speak, but I tried screaming. I screamed into the gag tape hoping he would take pity on me. Nope, it just made him tickle more intensely. I thrashed my body side to side as much as I could, but in reality I was probably hardly moving because he tied me down so well. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get away. I wanted to scream but I could only laugh because it tickled so freakin much.
The anger went away and now full blown panic set in. My body was tired from trying to pull free from the restraints, so all I could do was lay there and take the torture. There was no letting up, there was no break, there was no end in sight.
I knew I had to endure the torture for 90 minutes and there was nothing I could do to stop it. That thought made me break. I didn’t think I would cry, but I broke down. It got to the point where my entire body felt numb and all I could feel were his fingers on my arches, my toes, my heels, the balls of my feet. My entire existence became those ticklish sensations. I truly forgot it was a session. My brain went to full blown “this is torture. This is my life now. This is my reality.” I cried into the blindfold knowing it wouldn’t stop until that timer stopped. He broke me. He broke me in the best way possible.
The timer finally went off and he immediately stopped. He took the blindfold and tape off, and I laid there shaking and crying. He hugged me and kept repeating “it’s ok, you’re done, you did it” which really comforted me. After untying me, we cuddled until I came back to reality.
That session was the definition of torture. I went to a place mentally I never thought I would while being tickled. My mind broke, and then was put back together. It was the most physically, emotionally, and mentally freeing experience I have ever had and I want it again and again.
Support long distance relationships. They are just as worthy, romantic and real as traditional ones. From pole to pole the Earth is 24,874 miles and there are 8 billion people on it. Do you really think your soulmate lives mere minutes from you? If I’ve learned anything the last three years the heart wants what it wants and truly doesn’t care what the body must do to get it.
LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS
STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL.
DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE!
AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN.
IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER.
“Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!”
WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK
CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU.
AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE.
I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!
I’ve been in such a bad tummy/hips/thigh/ribs tickling mood lately, I just wanna count some ribs and raspberry and tummy then the Lee’s laughter make me lose count and have to start all over 😇
It’s so sad how they all jumped up when he did it to here but when it happens to him they all think it’s a joke. This is not right. No matter what your gender domestic abuse is domestic abuse. Do not treat it any different if a man is being abused by a woman please.
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