World Of Imagination

25 / Pronouns: She /Her Minor and Ageless Blogs DNI

[tar56rocks]

Hi everyone, My name is Taryn! I am currently 24 years old and a Lee-leaning switch! This intro has been a bit overdue so here is some info about me!

✨ I’m fairly new to Tumblr and have been in the tickling community on and off for the past few years.

 ✨ I am more than happy to chat and get to know other people within the community. Please don’t hesitate to reach out, especially if I follow you or interact with your posts!! 

✨ I am looking for to find people to hang and play with! Ideally, I would love to be friends first to make that happen. If you do DM me, please do not start right off with tickle or kink talk. ✨ This is mostly an SFW blog, but there will maybe some NSFW content as well. Minors/ ageless DNI (you will be blocked if you follow).  ✨ I have a kaleidoscope of other interests from art (animation, watercolor) to theme parks, games, traveling, music etc.

✨ I am also a neurodivergent, so feel free to ask about that experience as well!

[alittlespankandtickle]

....anyone else listen to longform tickle audioposts on soundgasm or other sites? if you have some good recs, let me know 👀

[lil-high-slut]

I need more condescending praise in my life

“Poor thing”

“you’re trying so hard”

“you’re doing so well”

Moreeeeee🥺🥺🥺🥺

Like while I’m all fucked up and high to the point I can’t even think I need someone to say stuff like “aww look at you so cute for trying to think while your all stupid right now”

[alittlespankandtickle]

cnc thoughts but hearing your lee safeword and repeating the safeword back to them in a mocking tone while you continue tickling them

[leeteeheehee]

Calling all Lers~

This Lee is craving lots of tickle taunts 🙈 My Asks (anon welcome) and DMs are currently open for those interested~ 😏🪶

[urloserfemgf]

bratty subs who are deep down shy and pathetic you can’t fool me

like it’s all a set up, it’s all an illusion, a game, but who do you really think you’re fooling? we all know you’re just puffing out your chest, all bark and no bite.

just embrace it baby, you can’t be tough all the time. what’s wrong with being needy if it’s just a secret between us? don’t worry I won’t tell your friends just how submissive you can get when I press the right buttons, unless you want me to? god could you imagine what they’d think? if I told them how much you love getting fucked by me every night? the look on your face would be priceless if they knew, I bet it’s even turning you on at the thought.

don’t act like you don’t like it. that you hate when I baby you, when I sweet talk you? when caressing your inner thigh, like it’s nothing. I can see it in your eyes, your body language, you’re trying so hard to not crumble at my presence. It’s so adorable.

I’ll be sweet if you just admit it. Just say you’re sorry baby, that you know your place. If not, I don’t mind fucking the apology out of you. You know you can’t do this without me, no one fucks you the way I do, and you’re hooked. Just say it, I won’t stop making you come until you do, until you have tears pricked at your eyes and your weak for me.

[thesoftestler]

if you’re still talking prompts, will something like this be ok?

a REALLY needy Lee is not only shy about asking for tks but also quiet (almost mute for a day) and only leaves lil hints

too shy for your own good

This one kinda became facedown and armpits focused towards the end... can't imagine why 😂

You were quiet. Very quiet. Which wasn't always unusual, but it was at this extent. You'd been needy, but somewhat distant. Physically clingy but not wanting to talk. Wanting cuddles but barely saying a word.

At first I was concerned. Then, it clicked. You were flustered. Maybe trying to build up the courage to ask, maybe content with dropping hints. You were barefoot, after all. Wearing shorts. And you kept stretching in various ways, constantly wanting things from the top shelves.

And here you were, curled up on my lap on the sofa, quietly demanding the tightest cuddles ever. Each time I moved my arm to get a drink, I'd hear that little huff. And when I wrapped it back around you, you'd squeeze it so tightly. Only this time, you subtly directed my hand to your tummy as you cuddled it back in. Clever.

I could just tickle you now. Give you exactly what you want and have that be that. Or, we could make it more fun...

"Hey, come sit." I guided, pulling you up beside me so we were sat cross legged, facing each other on the sofa. You huffed and whined, but obliged, "What's going on, darling? You've been so quiet today, you've needed lots of cuddles, not that I'm complaining about the cuddles but is everything okay?" I asked, reaching out to place one hand on your knee.

You nodded, then hesitated, then nodded again, looking down. I cupped your cheek in my hand and guided your eyes up to meet mine again. "Hey, eyes on me. You know I'm here for you. You can tell me anything, right? If you're upset, if you're angry, if you're not feeling good, if you... want something?"

You caught my smirk and immediately blushed as I continued, "those pretty feet are out, you see. And you're wearing shorts. And you've been stretching, I've seen that adorable bellybutton a lot today." I smiled fondly, stroking your hair as you whined and hid your face in your hands.

"Ah, ah, ah. Let's see that pretty face, hey?" I soothed, taking your hands and holding them, my thumbs stroking your wrists. I could feel your pulse quickening beneath my touch, see you starting to squirm. "Does someone want tickles?"

You looked like you just wanted to curl up in a ball and hide. It was adorable. Made me want to tickle you all the more. Avoiding my eye, you nodded. "Use your words, darling." I smiled. You mumbled out a "yes", still looking down at our hands. "Yes, what, sweetheart? Tell me what you want."

"I... please?" You muttered, glancing back up at me again. I'd push the tiniest bit more, knowing full well you may not get the word out. If you managed, reward tickles and praise. If not, comfort tickles and teases for being so shy. You got what you wanted either way.

"You can do it, sweetheart, it's okay." I encouraged.

Option A:

"Please tickle me?" You muttered, face flushing more than I'd ever seen.

"You did it! Awww, you're so good for me, so brave. Come here, give me that tickly tummy." I growled playfully, pinning you to the sofa and rolling up your shirt ever so slowly.

Option B:

"I can't." You squeaked, hiding your face.

"Aww darling, it's okay! You're just too flustered, aren't you? Come here, let me see that tickly tummy." I soothed, smiling playfully as I cuddled you, before pinning you to the sofa and rolling up your shirt ever so slowly.

Your eyes widened as I exposed that sensitive skin, and you squeaked as my nails touched down, your tummy quivering under my touch. I spidered slowly, lightly across your tummy, tracing my nails out to your sides, making you squirm. The spidering nails grew faster, ticking up to those ribs and making you arch your back, then all the way down to the waistline of your pants, making you buck your hips in ticklish despair.

"So ticklish, aren't you, sweetheart? Let me hear that pretty laugh, darling. I know it's in there somewhere. You've been so quiet today, I'm not gonna stop until you're a squealing, babbling mess." I teased, moving down to squeeze and scribble against your legs, sliding my hands slightly up your shorts to get the tops of your thighs. You kicked, bucking and squirming as my nails spidered under the backs of your knees, leaving no ticklish skin untouched.

I slid further down your legs and twisted around, scribbling at those poor soles before you'd even had the chance to register what was coming next. Surprised, you squealed, trying to tug your feet away to no avail. "That's much better, nice and loud for me there, weren't you. Let's see if we can keep it that way!" I teased, spidering under your toes as you shrieked, pulling a cushion over your face to muffle the sound.

"Such pretty tickly toes." I teased, holding those toes back and scribbling underneath on each foot in turn. Then I stopped. Stood. Waited. You fell right into my trap, taking your chance to escape by flipping over, about to stand up and run.

I jumped back onto you, pinning you on your tummy, facedown with nowhere to go. "Thank you for doing my job for me." I teased, whispering right into your ear from behind. Your arms were already up from where you'd fell, hitting at the cushions either side of your head. I straddled you again, leaning right over you and blowing and whispering in your ears as my fingers slid back up your shirt, creeping slowly up your sides. Your squirms got bigger, the giggles more desperate.

"Your ears are so red, darling. Must be blushing so much... its very flustering being stuck like this, isn't it? Unable to see where my tickly fingers are going, just having to lay there and giggle for me. You're doing so well. You're so pretty when you're all ticklish for me." I teased, crawling my nails up further still, dangerously close to those sensitive pits.

You started to beg. Thrash around. Desperately scream into the cushions. "Interesting, darling. I'm hearing a lot of "No, no, nos" and "not there's" but I'm not hearing any safewording. Plus, you wanted this remember? You were trying to hard to be good and ask for your tickles all day, weren't you?"

You squealed into the cushion again, kicking your feet in protest. "Aww, I know, my darling. It tickles so much doesn't it? You're just too ticklish aren't you, especially in these vulnerable armpits? You're doing so well, sweetheart. So good for me as I just tickle tickle tickle up here... just a little bit more."

My fingers brushed against the hollows of your armpits and its almost as if you short circuited. You shook in my arms, ticklish laughter wracking your body despite being muffled by you hiding your face in the cushions. My fingers continued, relentlessly tickling at your armpits as you squealed and begged. I stayed there, persisting, whispering in your ear about helplessly ticklish you are.

"Such tickly armpits, I know... poor baby." I teased, my nails rhythmically brushing the hollows of the pits as you thrashed. Then I started moving my hands again. Round and round, every inch of those poor pits, playing out ever so slightly to those underrated tickle spots, where the armpit meets the arms and the skin is so soft, where the armpits meet the ribs, meet the back.

As your laughter turned silent, I felt your breathing becoming laboured. I slowed my fingers, jusy enough to keep you giggling under my touch.

"There, you did so good, sweetheart. Should we let you have a rest?" I soothed, my fingers slowing to a stop as you nodded, still giggling. I climbed off you and sat you up, putting a drink in your hands, which you took gratefully.

You noticed me watching you, and innocently asked what I was looking at. "You're just adorable when you're all breathless like that from the tickles." I grinned, and your blush deepened again as you drank. I sat down beside you and pulled you into a cuddle, turning our attention back to the TV.

"You did so good for me. Did you have fun?" I whispered, checking in. You nodded, snuggling into me and sighing as I ran my fingers over your shoulders and through your hair. We watched the show, content in each other's presence, though I did keep sneaking in some tiny side and tummy tickles to hear that pretty giggle again. I just couldn't resist... you're just too adorable, and too ticklish.

[needygiggles]

embarrassment in kink/tickle settings makes me so feral. like yeah verbally tease me and force me to look at you and make me blush and melt and become incoherent. tell me all the things you know make me flustered. pin me down. turn me into a subby blushy puddle of goo. mix in praises and baby talk and mock pity.

i will whine and protest and beg but i will hang onto your every word and i won’t actually mean it when i tell you to stop.

[thesoftestler]

Facedown tickles - a long and flustering read

I haven't posted much about facedown tickles, because with them, I can't see my lee's pretty smile. I can't see your eyes widen as my fingers get close to a tickle spot. I can't make you look at me as I praise you and watch your cheeks flush red.

But what I can do instead is equally good... I can straddle your back and lean right down over you, blowing in your ears and whispering teases as my fingers glide down your arms. Aww, do you feel all vulnerable, darling? You can't see where my tickly fingers are going, can you? That's okay, you don't have to see it to feel it... you can just enjoy the surprise.

I can hook my fingers into those pretty armpits... I can't hear what you're saying lovely, you're giggling right into that pillow, I whisper right in your ear. I can torment those poor pits for as long as I see fit, sliding my nails all around the sensitive skin in there. And I can tickle tickle up to these ears and this neck too. Your head isn't as mobile you see, with your face hidden in that pillow... makes it harder to squirm.

Then I can spider all down this vulnerable back. For some, that would usually be relaxing, but I promise you, when you feel so vulnerable and can sense the impending tickles, it'll feel ticklish regardless of how sensitive you are. Up and down, really getting those nerves firing. So giggly, aren't you, sweetheart? I can hear those pretty giggles even with a pillow in the way. So good for me.

Then I'd lean down again, back to whispering in the ears as my fingers sneak round to those ribs. Awww, you can barely squirm with my laying on you like this, can you? I can see how hard you're trying. My nails dance between those ribs, lingering at the spot that connects the ribs and armpits, that always makes pretty lees squeal. Does it tickle, sweetheart? Aww I think it might, I can just see those ears turning red. You're so good for me, blushing even though I can't see you... you're doing so well!

Then my nails crawl down to those sides. I'm still there, right in your ear, my warm breath tickling as I tease you about how squirmy you are under my ticklish touch. Such sensitive skin... awww poor baby, you're shaking because you've just got nowhere to go. All that tickly energy and nowhere to squirm to. My fingers tease every inch of those ticklish sides before sneaking down to the hips.

These ones are fun, you can hook the nails around into those little hip pockets from behind. And the backs of the hips are surprisingly sensitive to spidery nails. I can hear those feet kicking against the bed as much as they can... which isn't much. I'll put a stop to that soon. But for now you look so pretty squealing into that pillow and wriggling against the mattress as I get these hips.

Then I sit up and glide down to the backs of those thighs. Always super soft, always sensitive. See, the backs of the legs are rarely touched in day to day life... they're certainly gonna get their fair share now. I sit on the backs of those calves, keeping the thighs in place in my fingers spider up and down. They tickle every inch of skin, which one tickles more, hmm? The outside or the inside of these pretty thighs? I wonder... I can feel every muscle tensing under me, darling. It must tickle so much, hmm? You're doing so well my darling, so good for me.

Then down a bit further, to the backs of these knees, making sure to slide those nails around the sides so you don't get too used to the same sensation. What's that, sweetheart? Those are pretty giggles for me, aren't they. I love hearing you laugh, so I'll just tickle tickle over these knees a little more... that's it, let those giggles out for me. So tickly, aren't we?

Then I stand, and hear your breath hitch in anticipation. I slowly crawl my nails down those calves. Begging already? Can you tell what's coming next, sweetheart? Yes, I'm tickling down, down, down, to those ticklish feet. I spider around the ankles for a while, letting the anticipation really build as I sit back down on those calves, stopping the kicking. That laughter is so lovely darling. You're just ticklish everywhere, aren't you? These ankles must be so sensitive to have you fighting like this... or maybe

Its those feet. Facedown foot tickles feel so vulnerable don't they? You can't see me, but you can feel my nails raking all over those helpless soles. I seem like a world away, don't I darling, but I'm right here. I've got you, you're so safe under my fingers, and so beautifully ticklish for me. I hold one foot still as I worm my fingers under those toes, listening to your muffled squeals, watching how your other foot reacts to my touch. The free foot gives it all away, you see. Does it shake? Do the toes scrunch? Does it flail helplessly as it's pair is wrecked by tickles? It doesn't know its betraying it's pair. And it doesn't know it's sealing itself the same tickly fate.

I take the other foot and repeat the process. Aww I know, darling, it tickles so badly, doesn't it? You're taking it so well for me. Almost there, you can do it. I watch that poor foot succumb to the tickles, and hear your muffled squeals and pleads before I finally stand up.

You can't see me. You can't hear me. Maybe... I should toy with you. Just a little bit more. You feel a flutter on your side. Some nails dancing in the opposite armpit. You feel some spiders against your hip, at the back of your knee, against your ear, one right after the other, no way to predict what's coming next, no way to prepare for the tickles as they touch down on your helpless skin. You squeak, and squirm, and writhe, and beg.

That's it, darling. You did so well. I praise you gently as I carefully run my hands up and down your sides. Not enough to tickle, but enough to make you tense up, drawing in a breath. I gently untie the restraints and you curl up into a ball, all blushy and tickled out. I lay beside you and pull you into me, stroking your hair. You did so well for me, darling. I've got you. Come and have some cuddles, hmm? I rub your back and gently ease all of that tickly tension, soothing the muscles from that squirming as I sit you up and hand you some water. I wrap you in a blanket and lay with you, comfy and safe in my arms 😘

[thesoftestler]

Rate the spot

As a ler, I often hear lees who are insecure about unconventional tickle spots, lees who may be worried that their ler's favourite spot isn't "ticklish enough". And I'm here to put those worries to bed.

Every spot is beautiful, every spot is worthy of attention and every spot is adorable. Lees, any pretty tickle spot that makes you squirm, squeak, giggle, blush, squeal, beg, or melt is gonna get some tickly attention paid to it! Your favourite/most ticklish spot to have tickled is my favourite spot to tickle, because why wouldn't I want you to have the best time giggling under my fingers?

Of course, some lers will have a special thing for certain tickle spots. That's totally normal. But it doesn't mean a lee isn't worth tickling if they're not so tickly there! If you are willing to let me get my hands on you, we're gonna have a lovely, giggly, tickly time no matter what. And you're gonna be praised and playfully teased and reassured and made to feel so adorable and so safe throughout, that is a promise!

Its so sad when lees think they aren't enough. "I'm not a very loud laugher" or "I'm not very squirmy" are usually said with shame and apologies. "I don't like my laugh" or "I don't like my smile" Are so common to hear. If you're trusting me enough to hand over control, trusting me with your body, none of that matters. All that matters is that you're having fun, and I'm gonna make damn sure that you feel good about yourself while doing it.

Being a ler and being in control is, to me at least, an honour. Being trusted by someone in such a vulnerable state is something that should never be taken for granted, and, as a ler, it should be our job to make sure the lee's session is as fun and enjoyable as possible! It's our job to make their fantasies happen and make them feel safe and comfy while we do so. So lees, don't overthink. Let us take care of you, let us turn those brains off so the only thing you can focus on are those tickles. Show us your pretty reactions, stop stressing and be good and take your tickles for us 😉😘💕

[tar56rocks]

I feel this insecurity so much. Definitely needed to hear thiss

[thesoftestler]

not just the session

Thinking about anticipation tickles. Building it up throughout the day. Sneaking my hands up your shirt to glide across your tummy from behind as you brush your teeth, wrapping an arm around you and spidering against your side as we walk around in public, subtle inner thigh tickles under the table when getting coffee, stroking your hair and adding a sneaky ear tickle to get you all flustered as I stand to grab a spoon. All the while just whispering about how ticklish you are, how flustered you are, how pretty you are when you blush or squeak for me. All little signs to remind you of what's coming when we get back home. Building up to that ticklish bliss you'll feel when you're finally squirming under my fingers at the end of the day 😘

[gigglesoup]

ok i'll try not to be mean to myself while writing this lmao but does anyone else also feel disappointed when you genuinely want to top and/or dom someone but your shyness won't let you? this happens to me and i feel 🙃 bad. it's like when someone calls me 'mommy'. i love it. it gives me such a rush of power and makes me wanna do the domming but at the same time it gets me fucking flustered and then i just freeze on spot and end up doing too little or just nothing at all.

[leftintheshadows-deactivated202]

Such a slut for voice notes 😍

[cherrydanish]

[alittlespankandtickle]

Being nice and mean to a sub at the same time ❤️

Edging them silly and whispering cruel things in their ears but letting them cum after they say 5 nice things about themselves ❤️

[savagelee-little-deactivated202]

Asks for masochist lees 🤍✨

How long do you think that you'd be able to last without saying the safeword?

What is your favourite tool to have used on you? (fingers count!)

Being tickled face up or face down?

Would you let the ler tickle you to the point of tears, or would you safeword before that point?

Being forced to look at the ler's smirk the whole time, or being blindfolded?

What's a tickle spot that would drive you crazy if tickled too much?

Sadistic tickling all the time? Or do you want playful tickling sometimes?

Do you prefer when a ler builds up the tickling, or would you rather them be mean from the moment they have their hands on you?

Describe the restraints that you would want for a session.

Describe your dream ler.

What are your opinions on sadistic tickling in public?

Would you rather: not being able to move much OR not being able to see?

Would you rather: the ler showing you the tools before they use them, OR not knowing what the tools are before they are used?

Where's the least ticklish spot on your body?

Being chased before being retrained?

Do you want to try multiple sadistic ler's attacking you at once?

What's your favourite way to tease a ler into tickling / teasing you?

On a scale of 1-10 (10 being the most)...how bratty are you?

Punishment tickles or reward tickles?

Several spots being tickled at once, or the ler focusing and torturing just one spot at a time?

[alittlespankandtickle]

there's something really hot about tickling someone and them commenting on it kinda calmly. almost like it's an interview. you just have a normal conversation while it's happening, them giving feedback. the occasional beg or squeal and then they go "yeah that's really effective" and you just keep talking