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Oohh. Oh....... How fuking brutal ??!

by the time I’m through with you, you’ll wish you never had the fucking fetish.

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Very nice.

Princess with 2 personal maids who are responsible for her conduct and setting her straight, yet also gay as hell for her.

They tie her to her bed spread eagled whenever she misbehaves and, under the pretense of "ensuring she's still fair and pure" nestle next to her and satisfy their sadistic urges by taking advantage of her wide open legs by dragging feathers up and down her exposed and defenceless pussy lips.

Hushing her complaints and delighting in her helpless forced laughter by patronizing her that "we're responsible for your royal conduct and fertility, princess. Please, stop being so immature, just let it out"

The feathers moving in practiced motions, intentionally soft and unbearable, their movement denying her the release she needs.

Oh, the satisfaction of her maids, knowing they're reducing her to a feral animal merely with such soft, soft swishes. Cruelly even spreading her poor swollen lips open and feathering inside, rivers of glistening yet unfulfilled orgasmic submission slowly dripping down her inner thighs.

"This is for your own good. We need to get the bad humours out of you. Please, be a good girl and just try to relax"

"Or we'll be here all night. Drenching these feathers, over and over. "

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Jesus H Christ I had forgotten about you... F*** ME, F*** ?!

Gang tickling/ embarrassment -> Dom vibes

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I love the idea in general of you being held down by a group of sadistic Lers. All you can see is their big smiles, looking down at you, no mercy in their eyes. You can’t move. You’re not even tied up, yet so overpowered and helpless against the number of people.

But thinking about having other subs that I command in that scenario is so intriguing.

First of all the power feeling I would get from this- I’m not just dominating and using you, but also the people that are going to torture you. It’s like having new powerful tools to use on you.

Imagine your embarrassment.. you’re being held down in place by people just like you. But you’re even underneath them. They laugh at you, and so do I. You’re so red, trying to hide your face, but you can’t.

They are going to tickle you all over, their nails, fingers and tools everywhere at once. Moving feathers between your toes, scratching over your soles. Tickling your sides, your belly, your armpits and your nipples.

Your nerve system is completely overwhelmed, ticklish sensations everywhere, mixed with pleasure building up deep inside of you.

It gets unbearable over time, but there’s nothing you can do. You can’t even beg, the urge to laugh is too big. Tears are running down your cheeks, your vision gets clouded.

You would look so beautiful like this.

Imagine being edged over and over, being held perfectly on that feeling right before your orgasm while being tickled with not end. You’re growing more sensitive over time, making it unbearable.

Oh to see you like this, a laughing, leaking mess.. so attractive. <3

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Yeah...

need to be fucked and tickled at the same time

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when a scene is going in an exciting direction and you have to calm the rapid dog in your brain that starts barking abt it

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Reasons Why Male Lees Are Important

- No more “Mr. Tough Guy” facade when you’re giggling like crazy

- When it goes from stifling laughter to full blown belly laugh

- T H E   S Q U I R M I N G 

- Have you ever heard a cute boy giggle I mean c’monnnnnn

- Biting their lips to stop the laughter!!!!!

- B L U S H I N G   B A B Y   B O Y

- When they’re more ticklish than you are

- The fact that they could totally pin you down and wreck your shit just as easily but are too ticklish to even stop you

-Watching them try to hide like omg

- THE FACT THAT THEY ARE SO EASY TO TEEEEASE

- When they accidentally moan oooPS

-Just ticklish boys

-Holy fuck

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💀💀💀 Fuuuuck...

The primal urge to mummify a guy and put him over my lap while watching a show, tickling his inner thighs and occasionally giving him the wettest, sloppiest head for a couple seconds every few minutes, feeling the tongue swirling on his tip and the lips sucking his glans before cruelly leaving him to leak all that testosterone.

Only offering brief relief during the ending credits & beginning of a new episode by tickling his helpless tip "coochie coochie coo, who's my giggly little boy? Gonna cum for me? *rub-rub-rub* Gonna cum? Better hurry, it's almost star- D'awwww, too late"

Just to leave him squirming and whimper-moaning as I go back to watching the show, lazily scratching inside his thighs as he tries to beg me to give him a helping hand.

Maybe I'll just spider-tickle your cock until you pathetically cum in my hand, how about that? Huh, puppy?

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Story of my life

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Fuck

Nothing breaks a boy faster than being hogtied, turned on his side and having his soles mercilessly tickled while being given the most condescendingly tender, slow, nursing handjob.

"You're suuuch a strong man, sooo macho."

Going excruciatingly slow, so he's forced to leak as your nails cruelly scratch his soles up and down, up and down and enjoying yourself when you see a little bit of weakness, glistening riiight on his tip.

"Theeere you go, let it all out like the ticklish little boy that you are"

Hearing him beg as your hand goes fast enough, yet just slow enough, to force him to shower his cock with his own almost-orgasm.

After an hour or so, and several coats of wet impotence painted all over his ticklish tip, I'm sure he'd do and say anything for the mercy of a ticklegasm.

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it feels so good knowing there’s so many other people who exist and share the same specific kinds of interests and wants and kinks and desires

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Amazing.

Ler: But it is only 1 finger

Lee: So is this

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Count me in

If you wish to fluster a ticklee, employ counting in your gentle torture methods.

Count up: Discover how many squeezes to the knee it takes for them to burst into giggles. Also count their toes and ribs; those pesky components often tend to go missing. Make sure to triple-check your work.

Count down: Give them a rendezvous time. “At precisely seven o’clock this evening, I’m going to grab you by your wrists, pin you against the wall, and tickle you.” Their eyes will be drawn like magnets to the clock every hour, they will sweat and tremble. Or once you are looming over them on the bed, start from 10 and count backwards. Here come the tummy nibbles in 3…2…1…

Just some ideas.

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Waiting for this every winter

We're entering flip flop and sandal season. No one is safe.

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🤣🤣🤣 Amazing

are you really a brat, or are you just tired of people pleasing and being bossed around?

are you really a brat, or are you just scared of giving up control and trusting that someone else can take care of you the way that you need?

are you really a brat, or are you just too afraid to ask for what you want because you might be ignored or rejected?

are you really a brat, or do you just want to misbehave and disobey while still being loved and accepted for who you are?

are you really a brat, or does that "no" feel way too good after spending most of your life saying "yes"?

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Ticklish princess, jealous Maid

It's not often that negotations between kingdoms happen. It's even rarer than a princess must negotiate in lieu of her parents, with a handsome bachelor of a prince. She must hold steadfast, and not be swayed by anything. Her own handmaiden is her secret girlfriend, and although she wants to marry her, she must eventually have a prince, hence making her fearful of falling in love with him.

An hour before the meeting and before she showers, the princess finds herself tied naked to her royal chair, her hands on the arms and her knees to the legs of the chair with her hips leaning forward, her body lean and slightly muscular. The handmaiden explains that she needs to make sure the prince's charms don't work on her.

"This is for the good of the kingdom" the princess doesn't understand what she means, but she realizes when 2 fingers slowly feel their way inside her pussy. The handmaiden knows exactly how to arouse her girlfriend and is expertly doing so. The princess is not complaining but rather welcoming the stress relief.

Soon enough, she's wet. The handmaiden begins licking her pussy lips, up and down, as her "victim" moans in anticipation. Soon enough, she's made to cum. But her girlfriend isn't stopping. "I already came, let me shower" but she's only met with a smile "I need to make absolutely sure you won't be persuaded into any foolishness, no matter what".

"For the kingdom...?" The princess asks, as she side eyes the opportunistic jealous girlfriend with a knowing smile. "...I mean..." but before she even pretends to finish the sentence, her hands are already on her majesty's abdomen. Her handmaiden is tickling her tight tummy, spidering all over her ab outlines and sides, forcing her partner's uncontrollable laughter. Her tongue greedily squirms inside her pussy, pointlessly pretending to lick her clean, knowing that by the time she's almost finished she'll have cum again.

All this laughter is causing the princess to squirm and buck her hips, pushing her girlfriends tongue all the deeper as her pussy is grinded against, her clit sucked and her abs touched and caressed and tickled. "Who's my good little girl?" The princess blushed. She knew what was coming and tried to fake a weak protest, but laughter stole her words.

Her handmaiden knew her very well. Everytime she would taunt her, it was followed by tiny but rapid little scratches of her clit, overstimulating her and, in her post orgasmic sensitive state, immediately causing a flood of an absolutely feral urge.

"You're such a yummy girl" her fingers moved from abs to clit, driving the poor royalty crazy with laughter and absolutely feral with lust.

"May I have your orgasm, my royal good girl? Where's your little button? Is it... here?" She couldn't take it, bursting all over her handmaiden's face.

"Oh you're SUCH a baaad girl. So, here? Yeah? Yeah?" she came again.

"You were hiding so much in there! I can't let you meet with this guy when you have so much more to spill! Anything else? No? Are you suuure? Open up for mommy!"

Using her tongue, her maid "milked" her to exhaustion, using every trigger, taunt and spot to surgically make sure she swallowed everything her girlfriend had to give for the day.

Then she untied her, caressing her in her silky, safe hands and gently, lovingly, washed her clean. She carefully did her hair, flawlessly applied her makeup and lovingly, deeply kissed her before she opened the door.

"Go get 'em tiger. Show that lord Farquaad just how overmatched he is".

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Why can I relate

I love a vocal Lee

“Please not there, not the feet!!”

“W- wait what are you doing..?”

“I- it tickles no pleasee!!”

Oh? But you seem to have so much fun. You’re laughing the whole time, why would I stop? You’re clearly enjoying this.

That just makes me tickle you more and more, I can’t control myself around someone like that.

Yes call for help, the only thing you will archive is bing tickled more.

Or do you want that? :)

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WHAT. THE'-FU*)&# ??

Chasing, Hunter/Prey dynamic

I love the idea of this concept.

You’re hiding, trying to breathe as quietly as possible. It’s really hard, considering how long you were running away from me now. You can hear my steps coming closer, your heart skipping faster every time my boots hit the ground.

Part of you wants desperately to be found. But you also know you won’t be able to handle everything that follows. You’re embarrassed, because I know how much everything I do turns you on. You’re needy, craving my touch. But you can’t let me find you, not yet.

Your pulse goes up as you realise you can’t hear my steps anymore. Fuck.

As you turn around I grin at you, my eyes dark. With quick movements my body is pressing yours against the wall, one of my hands is holding both your writs together, pinning your arm above your head.

You struggle, but there’s no way you can get out of this. “Found you, little one”.

With my free hand I can easily tickle down your arms to your exposed armpits. Tickling you over and over, up and down. I’ll slip under your shirt, tickling your sides, your belly, your nipples.

I press my leg up, putting pressure on your erected parts, smirking. All you can do is laughing, trying desperately to hide your blushing face in embarrassment as soft moans escape your mouth.

“You’re really getting horny from this you freak.” I tease, no attempt on stopping. You’re so helpless under my touch, there’s nothing you can do but to take it.

I kiss your neck while slowly tickling closer and closer to your erection, brushing your most sensitive parts teasingly. As I bite your skin I whisper “Let’s go home, so I can tie you up and properly punish you. We have all night.”