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Tracer - Meeting the Bully Drill (BDB)!

Happy New Year! We are starting off 2024 with something intense: belts. Lots of belts. Fantine was checking our mail after the holidays and (we receive tons of messages btw, thank you!) a fan gave us a few references from other studios utilizing some intricate bondage techniques. Fantine barges into my office and goes "CAT. WE NEED MORE BELTS." So what do we do you ask? Well, we invite the squeal-filled Lena Oxton to the Studio, and Fantine showers her with belts from head-to-toe. This woman is clamped to the board, and Gwen (our tickler this time -- we did shoot a few other things with her, so stay tuned!) felt that we were missing a belt or two for her head. So we obliged, and once she was secure, immobility was the least of Tracer's worries. We slapped a gag, a blindfold, and some noise-cancelling headphones onto the time-slipping lady, and got to work.

Today, we present to you the Bully with the drill brush attachment (the BDB) again -- the one we used to tickle Ashe last year (goodness, she was loud) -- and start by coating our ticklee's puppies with a lovely sheen of baby oil. Once Fantine turned the BDB on, Lena's sharp, muffled squeals echo in our tickle room. Gwen is pretty ruthless of a tickler; she forcibly holds Tracer's toes back to keep her oily soles taut -- all so Fantine can get right in there and run the BDB's bristles against her sensitive feet. I can't imagine how much Lena suffered...it gives me chicken skin every time I hear the Bully come to life.

As I'm writing this, I can still hear Tracer's muffled screams in the other room. We're keeping her very happy, so there's no need to worry. More to come from us soon!

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Hera Tickled!

Happy Star Wars Day to you!

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We are living in a ticklish world, and I am a ticklish girl.

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Aerith Gainsborough - Tickled to Tears!

Welcome back to our studio, viewer! Today, I have the pleasure of sharing with you one of our longest tickling sessions yet. We've seen Tifa - the busty tickler in this particular session - time and time again, but she told me that she convinced her friend Aerith to come along; "Okay, let's try!" she said. We had the girls play rock-paper-scissors to see who went first - Aerith, it looks like!

This session was about an hour long, starting with us strapping Aerith to a neat little device called the "bandit." It forces the ticklee in a kneeling position with their arms cuffed straight up and their soles completely exposed from behind. While we velcroed and tied her to the bandit, I kept asking Aerith if she was actually okay with this, but she reassured me that she didn't need to be coddled or patronized -- pfft, fine then!

We had Tifa start off nice and slow, giving our flowery lee a few gentle flutters across her ribs, and some skitters across her heavenly arches...and let me tell you: Aerith's giggles are musical. She sounds exactly how you imagine. There were a lot of "shit!!"s and giggles and "PLEASE!"s as Tifa tickled her toes. Oh, but my flowery ticklee...you really haven't felt anything yet.

For the last 25 minutes, we apply a generous coat of oil to a nervous Aerith's feet...and brought out the buffer (two new tickle tools in one session). This is a special brush with light, silicone bristles that we've attached to a power drill. It tickles like crazy when you drag it across someone's skin normally, but making it spin amplifies the sensation tenfold.

Tifa turns the buffer on and lets Aerith have it...and oooof - Aerith literally starts howling with laughter as the bristles whir and spin on her oily feet. I tell Tifa to up the speed (to max), and Aerith begins roaring in ticklish agony, staring at the ceiling with tears in her eyes. Tifa really is a ruthless tickler. Seeing Aerith buck wildly with tearful, silent laughter while watching those spinning bristles glide across her greasy soles...I definitely don't want to cross paths with Tifa!

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WIP - Any guesses as to who is getting it?

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Maybe I should rename this thing to the bully instead of the buffer. What do you think?

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Mercy - All Wrapped Up!

The doctor is in again! We keep asking Ms. Ziegler (better known as Mercy) if she wants to join our fetish crew full-time, but she's adamant that this is the last time. Sure, Angela. Sure it is. Both you and I know for certain we've infected her with a tickle fetish. After her last session with us, we decided to go easy on her feet, and try something a little different.

We invited a tickler who is friends of friends of D.Va (she wishes to remain anonymous) over to have some fun. We wrapped Mercy snugly in some durable plastic - mummified her (if you will)...and cut a small section that exposes her silken belly. When we saw those fingertips skitter against her skin, we heard that familiar roaring laugh this Swiss doctor is famous for. "OH MEIN GOTT!!" was something we regularly heard in the studio (four or five times, Angela). Our tickler wasn't super experienced, so we told her to change spots from her ribs to her navel to really keep the symphony of laughter coming. More classic Mercy - always begging for mercy in German (see what I did there).

But sorry doctor, you asked for this! Tickling that smooth, pale belly has never been oh-so-satisfying. It's always so hot watching Dr. Ziegler lose her pretty head with intense laughter...it is the best medicine of course.

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Kiriko - Brush Meets Belly!

It's time to switch positions! After the anonymous tickler (let's face it, we know it's Kiriko, but we promised her that we would redact her name) turned the doctor into a hysterical patient, we knew she was in for some heavy revenge tickles. I asked Mercy after we finished unwrapping her how bad Kiriko was going to get it. She whispered, "Wait here."

Wrapping Kiriko up, we saw Angela power-walk off set to pick out a few of our tickle tools to use on the fox-woman. Unfortunately, while she picked the bully, we hadn't charged it after our last session (sorry everyone!), so the electric toothbrush would have to do. Mercy starts off by skittering those deadly, surgical-precise fingertips against Kiriko's belly to open up a few giggles, but things really got going when she heard the buzz of the brush turn on.

Kiriko was wailing by the time Mercy started brushing her bare belly; she is such a precise tickler...I guess it's the benefit from being a medical school! And it looks like Mercy's tickle tactics do the trick, because Kiriko's laugh is loud as fuck. She sounds like a wailing siren when you tickle the spot right above her navel. It's so cute to watch her thrash side to side like a worm every time those bristles buzz against her soft skin.