tickleslc

[tickleslc]

I am designing shackles. Since it hurts to put strings around the fingers, I am considering a restraining method that uses a rod to hold down the top of the foot.

[tickleslc]

[tickleslc]

[tickleslc]

Thighs are so fun to tickle because no matter what you do, you CAN'T protect both thighs. You can put your arms down, cover your hips, flip over to protect your belly, but what can you do with your thighs?

Cover them? Too much surface area.

Flip over? Back of the thighs.

And so what does the response become when there's no way to defend yourself?

Kicking, squirming, curling up, crawling away, but mostly uncontrollable laughter that is music to my ears~

[tickleslc]

It's for your own good

When the 1900s doctor wants to "cure your hysteria" by having 2 orderlies strap you to a gurney

as he feathers your abnormally ticklish pussy until the hysteria leaves you and you stop laughing.

But you're too ticklish to stop, so now you're going to suffer tickle-milking therapy via soft feather until you actually do go insane.

[tickleslc]

This wasn’t the sleepover she was expecting…

[tickleslc]

never forget that my feet are cute as hell and also stupid ticklish

[tickleslc]

It's the words. There's something about them. Don't misunderstand. I love the reality of it. The physicality of it. The reactions, the struggles, the sensations, the feelings, the entirety of it. But...there's something about the words.

Say the right words and I can't hold back. Say the right words and my heart jumps. Say the right words and my head swims. Banter. Begging. Defiance. Taunting.

"Oh wait, no...no, not that!"

"You wouldn't dare..."

"Oh, God please not there."

"Please don't tickle me!"

"You'll never make me laugh..."

"No! No, no I'm not...I'm not t-ticklish!"

We all have our preferences. Our likes. Things that drive us wild about this whole thing. Me?

Just talk to me...

[tickleslc]

…when she spreads her legs and she’s already wet as fuck…

[tickleslc]

Personally, I love when lees do their best to stifle their reactions.

You know it tickles. I know it tickles. And I’m getting just as much enjoyment from watching you struggle to keep cool as I would from seeing you completely let go.

[tickleslc]

[tickleslc]

You’re so desperate.

This pleases me.

Now get back to squirming.

[tickleslc]

I love it when a tickler remembers to do a number on the heels, the ankles and the sides of the feet.

[tickleslc]

That spot. You know that spot. Right along the inside of the hip bones. Not quite your waist. Not quite your hips. But, when you're stretched tight, you are keenly aware of...that spot.

That's the spot that can't handle it when fingernails are drawing lazy figure 8s across it. That's the spot that makes your brain scramble when it's nibbled. Because, really, who in their right mind would nibble...that spot?

That's the spot you don't think about until you're tied tightly and, suddenly, you feel the tingles building before it's even touched. That's the spot that'll make you promise things. Unspeakable things. That's the spot you wish I didn't know about. That's the spot that would bring you to your knees if you could only stand now...

Don't worry. Just consider yourself lucky not everyone knows about...that spot.

[tickleslc]