#when I can pay someone to draw this fuckstick

[kayforpay]

spending hours looking for the perfect visual mods for the sims 4 only for my sim to immediately catch on fire trying to cook a grilled cheese, causing them to die instantly

[missamyrisa2]

Hello, I really like you and your texts! May I ask you for a request? Can you write about how you gives harsh merciless tickle torture to homophobic/transphobic person? Verbal humiliation is very welcome. I always wanted to read how people like you and I dominate those who hate us... LOVE U!

Okay, so I did write this. And now I’m feeling uncomfortable. In equal measures, I wouldn’t want to give attention to someone hateful even if it was negative and also I don’t like to be cruel because I don’t fight hate with more hate. Maybe that’s just me being far too fragile for this world. But you’re lovely and amazing and I want to write something for everyone so I hope you still enjoy it. I’ll put this below a break so there’s a visible barrier for those that aren’t into this sort of writing.

Hm~~

Hmm hmmm hmm~

It's reallllly not my style. But I'll do it for you. Because you're cute and lovely and wonderful ~<3 For my readers that are here for the cute and playful tickles, you may want to avert your eyes.

Because if I'm going to be tickling a complete piece of repugnant shit, it's not going to be pretty or nice. I'm going to make tickles their source of misery. Which means we're going to have an apparatus. And I'm going to be dressed in my black shiny leotard with my thick black belt. I'm going to feel wonderful and they're going to feel like filth. My princess part is going to be so prominent in this outfit too. I'm sure they'll get some glimpses of it as they thrash. They'll be standing, bound tightly and surrounded by violet wands.

"Did you ever play Operation as a kid?" I remark, turning on some hyperpop and firing up my electric units. "It's kinda like that. Except you're the piece being removed, and I really, really suck at getting you out." I smirk and take out my long feather, drawing it up and down their chest. "Don't squirm now." I probe for weak spots, and twirl the feather over them. I want them to think there's a chance they can steel their nerves and defeat my invention. Right when they think they've got it beat, resisted my feather, my gloved hand will appear and thrum to life, gripping their side with vibing bristles. They thrash right into two strategically placed electric bulbs, shocking their chest and ass. "Whoops. Told you stay still." I grab their thigh and begin massaging with an evil grin. Snap. Pop. More shocks. I move and attack the small of their back and side to make them thrust forward and get a royal zap. "Tickle, tickle, fuckstick."

Once I have them gasping for relief, I'm going to snap them back with a new torturous sensation. I'll slip into the apparatus and hold them roughly, and pull out my magic wand. "You're going to cum for me. And it's gonna suck, I promise." There will be no play or edging here. I'm going to vibrate them right into a ticklegasm so I can both amplify the sensations and confuse their myopic mind. And I'm not stopping. "Nope. It's the price you pay. Not stopping." I will hold that wand mercilessly right through the climax and tickle them into a zap to ruin it thoroughly, and then push them until it's an agony of post orgasm torture.

"Now you're gonna get it scumface." I turn on both my bristly vibing gloves and attack their sensitized body, rubbing their underarms to make them flail into the zapping borders. I roughly tickle at their hips getting them so pink. I wrest those helpless overtickled laughs from their sides, never relenting my tickle onslaught. I meet their begs and pleas for mercy with a deadeyed smile. I'm in tickle beast mode, not a word to speak or semblance of kindness.

I stomp a floor panel and have the machine lift them up so I can access their feet. Scrubbing time. I pull my hot scrub brushes from their soapy buckets and begin relentlessly working the surface of their soles. My brushes roast and scrub and scrub. I take all their pathetic desperate laughs with my cold demeanor. The worst for them is yet to come.

I pull out my remote and finally speak again, my smiling face right in front of their droopy defeated expression. "And it gets worse for you still." I click a button and the zappy wands retract. They are replaced by a series of glistening metal points. The daggers point inward like a giant cocoon of blades. And I pull my feather back out~