one of my recent fantasies
I have an excruciatingly ticklish victim completely mummified inside of a steel box with only their head and oiled feet sticking out of either side. The ankle hole is specially moulded to ensure the ankles are so immobile that it feels like their body is an extension of the metal. Each toe is tightly tied back to the box so their feet are stretched out almost painfully. Their head is supported by a small table with a metal strap made especially for them, to hold their forehead down with absolutely no room for movement in any direction. They are ball gagged tightly with tape over their mouth to top it off.
I pull up a chair right next to their head and make myself comfortable, they cant see me but they can hear me - and that's all I need. I would explain to them this:
I have hired two expert ticklers to torture your feet. I have offered them both 1 million dollars each, so long as they tickle your feet non-stop for as long as I say, and do not stop no matter what until I give them the instruction to do so. If they stop, they lose the money.
I would tell the tickers to begin and watch my victims poor eyes go wide and hear them scream into their gag. there are 10 sharp fingernails spidering all over each one of their completely helpless and sickingly ticklish feet - and there's not a single thing they can do about it. I watch their eyes widen and then squeeze shut, followed by the sound of their muffled screams. its fucking hell. The point in this is that I can focus all my energy on taunting them and putting them in a mental hell.
oh isn't this horrible? I know damn well this is the most terrible thing you have ever endured and you need it to stop so fucking badly, probably more than I'll ever know, but guess what? you cant stop it. you cant move. theres absolutely nothing you can do to stop this hellish feeling...but I can. As soon as I utter the words, my ticklers will stop tickling your feet, but the dark truth is that I am not going to do that. I want you to feel this, I love to know that you are experiencing this torture.
it would be especially hellish because they cant see me or the ticklers, they would forget that it's human beings that are tickling her feet and it would start to feel more like a machine because they are silent and out of view - just obeying to become rich because, who wouldnt? they dont give a fuck about the fact that what they're doing is causing severe distress.
I bet you wish you could speak to me, bargain with me, bargain with the ticklers, anything - but you can't. how does it feel to know for an absolute fact that this is going to continue? that there's nothing you can do? that there is someone as cruel as me, that would put you through this? I bet you wish you were dead instead of experiencing this hell. aww well..too bad.
hey ticklers? It's time for the hairbrushes.
