#tickling torture

[joeysticklish]

Another of me from a while back.

[rainydaywhump]

what are your thoughts on tickling in the context of whump? The thought just occurred to me - as someone who has legit trauma from being tickled nonstop as a child to the point where i will go into fight or flight mode if i get even a hint of tickles - i realised it could probably be very interesting when used as a whumpy sorta thing

a whumpee laughing helplessly from the sensation while being in actual agony and unable to stop it? a way for whumper to torment whumpee without leaving any marks for anyone to find? leaving whumpee with an aversion to any touch, no matter how gentle, after their time with whumper?

idek if you take asks anyway so feel free to ignore this lmao, just had a random thought and wanted to share with someone

I love taking asks, I'm just really bad at remembering to answer them...but not this time!

Tickling as torture: hoooooh boy. I think I'd just cease to exist. I'd hate to be a whumpee in that situation.

I do not have trauma from it, thankfully, but the way you describe it...oh yeah, it could absolutely be used in the context of whump. And the aftereffects -- I mean, like you said, whumpee would probably have an aversion to touch; the lack of physical marks and the general nonchalance about tickling might lead them to be reluctant about saying what happened (or even to be reluctant about admitting that they have trauma, because what if people dismiss them?)...and of course, the whump itself. Whumpee would be driven mad.

I am very sorry that you were put through that, but I'm glad you can enjoy the whumpy aspects! If you ever write something with it, I'd love to be tagged :)

[ticklishlittlesteampunker]

Now on Tumblr too! A little boy with very ticklish feet! 

[mister-ribley]

My, my. What have we here? How did you find yourself in such a compromising position, my dear?

I'm kidding of course. We both know quite well why you're here, bound hand and foot to each corner of the bed.

You're here to be tickled, and I aim to please. Aww. Don't give me that look sweetie. You're perfectly safe with me. Your happiness is my priority, and you need to feel safe and loved to be happy.

There's no need for us to rush. After all it doesn't look like you're in a position to go anywhere soon. *Giggle*

I'm going to take my time learning you. Let my fingertips roam freely across your oh-so-sensitive skin, gliding this way and that, tracing patterns; teasing you.

I'll be paying close attention every time you hold your breath. Every time you squint your eyes, shake your head, bite your lip, squeeze your thighs together. Every shudder, shiver and tremble as I explore you, looking for all the ticklish places on your body.

Once the initial test is complete, I'll be armed with the knowledge to bring you to your knees (figuratively of course silly, you can't actually fall to your knees, helplessly spread out for me as you are.)

Maybe I'll begin with your belly, so lightly and with practiced deliberation at first. Running my fingertips slowly over and around your tummy as it quivers, and you try so hard to suppress your rising giggles. Teasing your hips with gentle little squishes. Occasionally letting a digit dip into that cute little navel to gently drill around the perimeter.

I can work my way down dancing and scampering with unbearable lightness over your inner thighs as you squirm and buck and writhe. Ooh? You like this, don't you?

Or I can spider walk up from your tummy, softly poking and kneading each rib on my way inevitably closer to your taut armpits, where the flesh of your hollows is pulled tight and is so vulnerable to a wild dusting of fingertips.

You'll think I forgot all of those surprise tickle spots on my way to the usual targets, but I haven't. That patch of tender skin beneath your breasts? Check. The horrendously sensitive underside of your chin. Check. That one tiny spot even you forget sometimes... Check.

Oh, I feel as if I'm missing something dreadfully important... Thaaaat's what it is. These adorable feetsies of yours. Don't think I don't see those little toes of yours wiggling. They're just so excited for me to nibble them, grazing the stems with my teeth as I give your beautiful soles and arches the scritches they deserve.

What's that? Stop? Don't stop? Okay! I won't stop. I'll keep happily scratching away with my nails until you're a puddle of ticklish goo.

As we go from spot to spot, I'll linger just long enough for it not to get desensitized, before my fingers caper off to goose you in some new and thrilling place.

At first, you'll try your hardest not to laugh, doing your best to conceal what this is doing to you. But then a gradual smirk will betray your feelings and then a stray snicker will work its way free of your throat against your will. Aaand it's all a lost cause from there isn't it? We both know, that once I've got you laughing you'll never be able to stop again.

By the time I get to your first really bad spot a virtual waterfall of musical giggles will be cascading from your open mouth, each melodic peal of laughter attesting to your immense appreciation of my tender ministrations.

And when it starts to get really bad, you'll oscillate between high pitched cackling and belly-quaking heaves of silent laughter. And that's when I'll slow the tickles down to a crawl and stop altogether giving you all the time you need to catch your breath.

After all, if you can't breathe, you can't laugh or beg, can you?

I'll use my palms to gently soothe you with caresses. I may help you into a sitting position to get a nice cool drink, pull the sweaty tendrils of hair back from your cute face, and kiss the top of your head.

But then I'll gently push you back to the bed, so we can continue once more. I could just do this all day, couldn't you?

Oh, don't whine at me! We haven't even gotten to the tools yet!

[beachboy249]

Trying to figure this thing out, 34 ler and needing to tickle someone

[tickler-br]

Olá! Hello!

Olá! Sejam bem vindos ao meu espaço. Eu sou um ler brasileiro de 26 anos. Moro em Recife-PE e sou novo na comunidade. Se você for brasileiro, fique a vontade pra entrar em contato comigo e a gente bate um papo. 

Assim como para todos da comunidade, sintam-se a vontade pra fazer perguntas ou me mandar mensagem. Também estou em busca de conhecer pessoas legais e fazer amizades no mundo todo, além de compartilhar minha vivência na comunidade de cócegas. Fiquem a vontade e estou a sua disposição.

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Hello! Welcome to my space. I am a 26 year old Brazilian ler. I live in Recife-PE and I'm new to the community. If you're Brazilian, feel free to contact me and we'll chat.

As with everyone in the community, feel free to ask questions or message me. I'm also looking to meet cool people and make friends from all over the world, as well as share my experience in the tickling community. Feel free and I'm at your disposal.

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Treatment Plan

Last night was supposed to be harmless New Year’s Eve fun, partying with friends, dancing with strangers, and maybe finding someone to ring in the new year with. I remember dancing and taking shots with a really hot guy at some club where we'd shared a new year kiss. There's nothing else in my memory and I don’t remember when I passed out but I wake up alone in a medical examination room, naked, gagged, and strapped down to a bed with my arms above my head and legs spread wide.

The door opens and four men walk in. The first one I recognize is the hot guy I'd made out with. Except now, he has the look of a doctor, dressed in a white coat, wearing a stethoscope and holding a clipboard. The other three men are wearing nurses scrubs and not a single one acknowledges me as they step into the room and close the door behind them.

The doctor glances down at his clipboard and looks at me, smirking slightly. “It says here you’ve been admitted due to your issues with obedience and self-control. I promise we deliver the best results here, so you, darling, will be in tip-top shape in no time,” his voice is tinged with mockery and I try to shake my head and explain that this is all a mistake, that I have no idea what is going on, and I’m not supposed to be here.

“Day one of this treatment regimen helps us establish a baseline of what we’re working with and involves some sensory deprivation just to enhance the effectiveness but I promise, you’ll enjoy it,” he purrs, coming to stand next to my head before sliding a piece of fabric over my eyes. I struggle uselessly against the bindings, trying to dislodge the blindfold but it’s too secure to move. I feel hands hold my head in place before someone else slides headphones over my ears and suddenly, I’m blind and deaf to the world.

There is nothing to prepare me for what comes next, and no way that I can have any ability to sense what they plan to do to me. I can feel tears pricking at my eyes, absorbing into the blindfold when suddenly, I feel fingers trail along my ribs.

I let out a muted whimper, my body instinctively lurching in response. The feeling is so overwhelming and I’m absolutely senseless and helpless. The fingers linger around my hips and dig in gently, making me jerk uselessly in my bindings. It’s almost too much for my body to handle, the unknown touches, the horrible anticipation and suspense of not knowing anything at all.

Without warning, the fingers dig harder into my ribs, tickling me harshly and mercilessly. I wail behind the gag and thrash desperately, begging for it to stop to no avail. The fingers don’t let up and my entire world has narrowed to the unbearable sensations those fingers are drawing out of my bound body. There’s nothing I can do except endure it.

My wails have died down to little mindless whimpers as the tickling continues to ravage my ribs and hips when I feel the fingers pull away finally. I gasp for air, hoping that this torture is finally going to be over. Suddenly, I feel fingers brush against my underarms and I scream so hard my throat feels raw. I’m yanking and pulling at the straps holding me down but I’m bound too tightly. Tears are flowing freely into the blindfold as my body jerks. The fingers dig devastatingly into my underarms and I’m inconsolable. The tickling feels like electricity going straight into my nerves and it makes my mind hazy.

There’s no mercy and no stopping. The fingers find every vulnerable spot on my body and there’s nothing to stop the wretched tickling that’s making me want to curl into myself and disappear. There’s no acclimation to the feeling or becoming desensitized to it all. Every single movement feels like my body is dancing on a live wire and I have no choice but to experience every devastating feeling.

Another set of fingers finds their way to my hard nipples and I can barely draw in enough air to scream as the stimulation adds to the overwhelming feelings crashing through my body. Flicks against my nipples make me squirm and moan.

Then, my world lights up behind my blindfold when I feel fingers on my clit.

The combination of tickling at every sensitive spot on my body and the focus on my clit shatters me. Every single nerve is pulled open and vulnerable to unforgiving, relentless stimulation and I know I’m dripping wet onto the bed under me. It’s all too much for my brain to process. Every force on my body pushes me closer and closer to an orgasm and it’s unbearable.

A sudden flash of pain hits my clit as someone’s fingers sharply pinch my throbbing button and I wail as my orgasm barrels through my body. None of the stimulation lets up and the fingers on my clit continue to force waves of pleasure through my body while fingers everywhere else drive my orgasm even higher. I’m delirious and barely coherent between all of the different assaults of stimulation that wrack my body.

I feel the fingers on my clit pull away and I’m gasping and shaking. The tickling at my ribs and underarms doesn’t relent and I can barely catch my breath enough to sustain my sobs. Fingers brush against my inner thighs and I can’t help but whine, hearing only my wild heartbeat thudding in my ears.

Suddenly, there’s a vibrator slammed against my clit and my mind breaks. There are too many things going on but my whole being is driven to focus on the horrible vibrator pillaging my clit with no mercy. My next orgasm shoots through me with no warning, no build up, no gentle waves of pleasure. Just pure ecstasy shooting deep through my body, so hard that I can feel it in my bones and it renders me completely broken.

I have no concept of time or place as the torture continues. My body moves on its own accord as it struggles and trembles, futilely trying to avoid every touch. It could have been ten minutes or ten hours when everything finally fades away and all of the hands touching me are gone. I lie there, limp, unmoving, unthinking, barely conscious. It takes me an immeasurable amount of time to catch my breath, my body still feeling phantom aftershocks of pleasure and torment. I vaguely register the feeling of someone pulling the headphones off of my head and I’m able to hear again.

“Oh darling,” his voice is the first thing I recognize, “I suppose I forgot to mention, this treatment regimen has ten levels. And we can’t move on from level one until you learn to control your body and keep still during your treatments. Clearly we’re not going to get there today, but perhaps you’ll do better tomorrow. Otherwise, you’re in for a very long stay here…”

[rosiepancakes]

Since my last post about clit examination was so successful, I decided I could try to write something similar, here we go!

You are sitting with your legs spread wide and restrained.

"We have to make sure you move as little as possible for this in order for the test results to be as precise as possible." There is a mirror in front of you, showing you the reflection of your pussy, vulnerable and fully on display - and you can't do anything with it, you agreed on all of this after all.

"We are going to test various items and stimulation techniques on you and write down all of your reactions. All right, let's get started."

You feel gloved fingers run down each of your outer lips.

"We should start with something very natural and familiar to you and human hands are ideal for that." the fingers trace down your lips a couple more times before spreading your pussy open.

"Ah, we already have first signs of arousal." you hear as you watch one latex covered finger approaching your clit. You stiffen a gasp as it makes contact with the soft skin of your clitoral hood and starts moving it back and forth. You can see a drop of moisture form at your entrance while the fingertip continues a slow, steady rhythm on your clit. After a minute or two, it speeds up the tempo a little, making you moan. It stops abruptly though, pulling away from you before you manage to near a climax.

"Keeping the subject in a state of heightened arousal will grant better results, so we are going to avoid climax for now." you try to squirm, but your legs are restrained very well. The finger approaches your clit again, this time switching from stroking to tapping. The pace of the tapping keeps changing, sometimes it's very slow, with deliberate motions of the finger that presses into your clit with each tap. Sometimes it speeds up, but before you can get close to an orgasm, it slows back down, until it stops again after a while. You were really close and you whine, you can now feel the heat of your arousal between your legs.

"Arousal levels have risen yet again." you hear a remark and some scribbles with a pen on paper. You can't help but wonder how many objects and stimulation techniques there are left.

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Should I make a part two? Idk, I really enjoyed writing this 😅

Edit: You can find part two of this on my profile now :)