Okay so this has been on my mind lately, and if a community for this kind of thing already exists someone hit me up and let me know what it’s called.
I’m really into what I call “bad ends.” I also sometimes call it “fate worse than death,” but that’s a bit of a mouthful. The name comes from the idea of a video game with bad endings. Imagine you make the wrong choice in an RPG and instead of saving the day or whatever it’s “game over” but you’re not just dead, you’re captured, incapacitated, give up and go home, or maybe you DO save the day but at a great cost, or the world is worse off for having you “save” it. That’s a “bad end.” Simple enough.
Applying it to a kink setting, it’s the idea that something has gone wrong, and now it’s all over. You got the “bad ending.” For tickling, maybe a monster has caught you and now you’re going to be its ticklething forever. Maybe you died and went to Tickle Hell. Maybe you got lost in an enchanted tickly forest and stumble around for the rest of your life, or get caught and mummified in one of the giant tickle trees alongside countless other explorers that have been there for eons, screaming and cackling forever. For other kinks, maybe you got kidnapped and chained up in the basement, and nobody is looking for you, there’s no escape. Maybe you realized your new roommate is actually a skilled hypnotist and has been working you over for months, and this realization is the last flash of free will before you sink into a dizzy, brainless stupor you’ll never claw your way out of. Maybe your partner just fucked you stupid with the Super Fantasy Addictive Substance and you’ll never be able to go without it again, trapping you as their desperate cockwarmer. Bad ends!
It’s insanely hot to me. Imagining the feeling of realizing that it’s ALL over, that slow, sinking emotion of coming to grips with the idea that you’re never getting out of this, that your life has changed forever, that you’ll never get back to the way things were, that you’ll never get to go home, your existence has been reduced to some toy or plaything or endless suffering to some degree. It makes me feel sick with some horrible combination of fear and arousal. Obviously not something I’d ever want to experience REALLY but god is it hot to simulate in a scene or read about or fantasize about.
