39F Tickle Switch @bindandtickleme - Tumblr Blog

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pmattias

Stop? No… I don’t think so.

al-911

Those with ticklish palms, put your hands up.

Oh, you can't.

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I want to tickle a lee that is genuinely ticklish...

And gets turned-on from being tickled.

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Awww, What's the matter? Does my nails tickle?

sacred-klown

This is the kind of reaction I desire from every lee I tickle, and I'm not stopping until I get it 🤤

westerntickles

You admit it? You’re too ticklish to last in the stocks like you said you would?

Well that’s too bad, we agreed to an hour and only 20 minutes have passed and I am about to tie the rest of your toes up. Maybe you should have listened to me when I said I could break you in less than 30.

westerntickles

It starts playful. She squirms, giggles, tries to block the tickling fingers skittering over her ribs and sides. There’s freedom, movement, a sense that she can still escape.

But as the minutes pass the fingers focus on her weaker spots. Her giggles turn to laughs, her taunting silenced.

Then, the focus shifts.

Her feet. Her true weak spot.

Her ankles are held still, toes tied just enough to keep them exposed. The brush glides over sensitive skin, teasing, flicking, making her jerk and laugh uncontrollably.

But she’s still moving too much, still fighting it, still clinging to the illusion of control.

That won’t do.

Wrapped up, mummified, soles oiled up, and toes pulled back even tighter. No more squirming, no more escape. And that’s when she feels it—the realization sinking in. She’s no longer in control.

The tickling intensifies, relentless, inescapable. Her body shakes, laughter turning desperate, but there’s nothing she can do. Her pleas land on deaf ears.

All she can do is take it like a good girl.