Meanwhile—somewhere in the tickle prison laboratory, an experiment is being conducted...
Gravity brings you closer to the hands.
Now what if you can't move at all?

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Meanwhile—somewhere in the tickle prison laboratory, an experiment is being conducted...
Gravity brings you closer to the hands.
Now what if you can't move at all?
I want someone to tickle my worst spot with so much precision and cruelty that I'm literally begging, screaming, sobbing, thrashing with whatever range of motion I have, completely desperate for it to please please just end, so they lean down and say "who's in charge? who's in charge?". I struggle to answer but through laughs and sobs I finally wail that they're in charge, they're in charge. "Hm? I asked, who's in charge?" and I promise you are, you are, oh god please just make it stop, yes, you're in charge. They make me say it over and over until my voice is hoarse with the screaming. Then they sneer down at me with a raised brow and say "what the fuck do I care?" and continue the relentless assault as I'm hit with a new wave of agony and terror.
You’ve been tickling my pussy for hours. Feathering my clit and giving it the softest lickles, I couldn’t even keep track of how many orgasms you’d denied me. I was so sensitive that you could barely touch me without having to immediately stop to prevent me from going over the edge.
I must have been screaming for some time. There was a firm knock at the door. You put your feathers down and leave me, restrained and denied, to go answer it as I pant and sob trying to catch my breath as my pussy throbs, begging for more. I hear the voices.
“Good evening sir, sorry to bother you.” I hear a deep voice ring out.
“Oh it’s no problem at all!” I hear you answer calmly. “How can I help you, officers?”
Oh no! The POLICE? Someone called the cops on us because I was so loud!! My face burns with embarrassment but my pussy throbs with excitement.
“Well, we received a few noise complaints of a woman screaming for a long period of time. I’m sure you understand we’re just need to make sure everything is ok. Is there a woman here in distress?”
You pause and my breath catches. What are you doing?? Just say no so they’ll leave and you can finally let me cum!!
“Well….” You say slowly. “It’s complicated.” I can hear you smiling as my heart sinks. No. No you wouldn’t.
There’s a moment of silence as the other officer clears his throat “um..ok…would you mind elaborating?” He says cautiously.
“Yes yes. I’m sorry.” You chuckle. “It’s just better if I show you. It’s hard to answer.” I hear there officers step inside and 3 sets of footsteps start coming towards the bedroom, where I’m currently tied spread open. To make matters worse, my nipples and pussy are swollen from hours of edging. My eyes bulge and my heart races as I struggle against my restraints. To what? Close my legs? Free my arms? I know I can’t do either….
You round the corner first with a mischievous grin on your face, and two large officers in full uniform come around the corner behind you.
Their eyes both land on me immediately. They take in the sight. Me spread open, naked, pussy dripping with me. My face burns as I avert my eyes and smile nervously.
“As you can see…” you start to say, looking right at me. You know this is just making me even wetter. “She clearly was asking for this. I do apologize about the noise though. I’ll be sure to keep her more quiet.” You smile at me.
Both of the officers faces flush a little as neither of them can take their eyes off of my pussy… you notice.
“You know… she has been a very very bad girl…” my eyes get wide as I start to shake my head. There’s no way.
You quickly walk over and cover my mouth with duct tape and turn back to the officers.
“She really does need to learn to be quiet and take her punishments…and she DOES have 3 tickle buttons…”
You hand them both a feather and I start to pull against my restraints again. They both start to move towards me, eyes on my tickle spots…
Friends with benefits but the benefits are we tickle the absolute shit out of each other until we fall asleep from laughing too hard (and maybe like kissing on the mouth)
꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ ( n$fw under the cut . . )
I want a girl with stiletto nails to take my clothes off, tie me up in a plow pose but with my legs wide open before rubbing oil into every inch of my skin as im already bricked up . . . I want her to gently run her sharp nails all over the backs of my thighs, slowly getting closer to my bum as im screaming with laughter. I want her to scribble my cooch with just one single nail as I’m begging her to stop because i can’t take this anymore. I want her to tickle my labia until im on the edge. I want to beg her to let me cum already , knowing damn well it will only make me more sensitive. I want to look up at her with my eyes full of tears, trying to convince her to give me a break, while she’s complatly deaf to my desperate pleadings. I want her to spider her nails on my bum while eating me out as my screamy laughter starts to mix with loud moans. I want to cum for her like a good girl. I want it to make me twice as sensitive as before , just for her to do all these things to me again . . . and again , and again till I lose my mind.
God forbid a girl has hobbies and wants to get tied up and tickled till she sees stars ✨
Thinking about medical setting with heavy bondage and two lers meticulously singling out and bullying each one of my toes individually with tiny brushes attacking from all sides while talking about me as if I'm not there. Ty for listening.
i want to be tickled to tears and then some more because why would i cry if im enjoying it so much?
ᰔᩚ nsfw blog , 18+ only !! mdni ᰔᩚ