I love lee moods. You KNOW you’re gonna hate it. You know you’re going to be reduced to a quivering, broken mess, still laughing even when I’ve stopped.
You know it’s going to be agony. I’m going to find your worst spots and exploit them. You’ll be tied up and helpless, and all you can do is scream and beg for mercy. You know you’re not getting mercy, but you’ll still beg. The inescapable sensation will fill your brain, and you’ll do anything to get away from it. You’ll plead and beg and humiliate yourself in the hope for just the tiniest sliver of mercy. Maybe you’ll get angry at first, you’ll shout and demand that I stop, still trying to pretend that you’re in control, insisting that you’ll never beg.
But it doesn’t stop, just relentless unyielding tickles until that fight is gone and you slump down into your restraints with no energy left.
The part of your brain that can still think knows that I want to hear you beg, and knows begging will just make it worse. But the louder part of your brain has completely lost control, forcing you to pull at your bonds, beg for mercy and offer yourself to me just for some relief.
And when you’re broken, when you’re humiliated and begging with every ounce of energy you have left, I’ll just smile, slowly run my fingers into your underarms and say “Oh look how ticklish you are under here”
And every inch of you will be explored, tickled, exploited and punished until there’s not a single thought left in your head.
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