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@ticklishboy96
i want someone to tie me up and trail a feather up and down my arches and in between my toes until i’m so desperate to cum i beg them to put the feather… elsewhere.
only to be met with the response:
“no, we’re staying right here.”
…as they continue the ticklish torment on my soles until they cruelly elicit an orgasm out of me from feet tickling alone.
why is she actually the cutest little plaything~??
This girl would destroy me…
@theticklerking tonight? 🥹 you+me+this technique
Kelly and tash tag teaming 😈
one feather is all it takes
You look good in pink ;)
And in bondage
Slipping them down one tiny bit at a time until you beg me to take them off entirely.
Who knew the knees could be this ticklish? >:)
tickle roleplay idea- the only known cure
You have come down with a mysterious illness. It causes a series of strange symptoms, bouts of hysteria where you can't stop laughing, followed by bouts of extreme lethargy when all your energy has ran out. The cycle is painful, never-ending. The laughter has no cause. You could be facing awful circumstances and still laugh yourself to sleep.
There is only one known cure. Tickling. It forces the laughter out, redirects it, gives it a cause to come out. It changes from meaningless hysteria to ticklish giggles, and the sensation brings sufferers back down to earth. The only problem is, you have to be tickled to utter exhaustion, just like the hysteria, for the symptoms to lessen. It can take up to five sessions for the illness to be cured.
You are sent to a specialist hospital. The rooms are soft and comforting, almost like a hotel. This treatment doesn't rely on clinical medicine, but on patient comfort. The only non comforting thing are the restraints on the bed, usually hidden, but that emerge when it's time for the treatment to start.
You're exhausted. Scared. Stuck in a bout of lethargy when the doctor walks in. She's kind. Gentle. She brings you a warm drink and sits beside you on the sofa. She introduces herself, and explains the treatment. "Are you ticklish?" She asks gently. You nod, blushing and looking down at the cup. "That's okay darling, that's good actually. The more ticklish the better for this treatment. Can you tell me where your tickle spots are? I know it might feel embarrassing but it's only because I want to help you to feel better." Shyly, you tell her, and are met with a gentle hand on your shoulder.
"Good, darling. Thank you. If you need anything, you use that phone, okay? And when you feel the hysteria coming on, you press that green button. That's super important. You can wander around and interact with the other patients on the ward when you feel up to it. They're all lovely, just like you, and it might help to have someone who understands. There's lots of lovely things to do in your free time, if you've got the energy of course. Try to think of it as a little tickly holiday. A week with us and you'll be right back to normal. I'll leave you to get sorted." She smiled gently and left the room.
In the coming hours, you heard the patients on your ward enduring the tickle treatment from your doctor. You could hear them screaming her name through helpless laughter. Your stomach churned. She seemed so nice, was she really being so mean to them? You dreaded the next bout of hysteria that was surely bubbling up inside you. You just had to wait. Wait for the impending tickles coming your way... there was nothing you could do.
That evening, you felt it. The helpless feeling of the muscles in your face beginning to twitch into a smile. The muscle spasms in your stomach that would soon be forcing out giggles. You debated for a while. Should you press the button or try to get through it alone? Surely if they found out you'd hidden it, you'd be in even more trouble. With a shaky hand, you pressed the button.
She was there no more than a minute later, wheeling in a trolley with a welcoming smile. "Hello darling! Thank you so much for pressing that button and telling me. You did so well. Now, here's the tricky part. Pop those clothes off for me and lay down on the bed. Underwear only." Feeling flustered, you began to peel off your clothes before laying on the bed, letting her tie you up. You felt shaky, panicky, and embarrassingly, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. You'd never been in a situation where you'd had no control at all before. You tried to avoid her gaze, but she noticed.
She sat beside you on the bed, stroking your hair and smoothing it back from your face. Gently, she wiped the tear from your eye, genuine sympathy in hers. "Aww, sweetheart. I know its scary. The first one is always the worst, I promise, because you don't know what to expect. You are safe. I'm not going to hurt you." You giggled in response. Not a real giggle, the hysteria taking over. She looked down at you and began tickling.
You instantly squealed, pulling at the bonds and fighting the giggles that threatened to come out. She was encouraging. Patient. Gentle. She praised your giggles and squirming and you kicked and thrashed beneath her.
She could see your mind still spinning. Self conscious about your reactions, about being so ticklish, about your body being so exposed while she was dressed so professionally. Expertly, she quashed them. "It's okay, sweetheart. You're overthinking. Just turn that brain off and give in to the tickles. It's easier that way. Just let me tickle it all away. I've got you, all you have to do is lay there and laugh for me. You're doing so well, darling. So pretty and so ticklish."
She remembered each and every tickle spot you'd mentioned, tickling them so gently but so relentlessly. Her sweet praising made you melt into her touch, and the tickles started to feel rather comforting as opposed to torturous. You still thrashed around, squealing in ticklish agony and yelling out her name, begging and pleading as she coaxed every squeak, squeal, giggle and gasp from you. But it felt nice laughing for a reason, rather than having that laughter exploding from your lungs with no control. Eventually, her long nails started to feel nice too.
Then, she dragged the trolley over. An assortment of instruments carefully arranged on top. Toothbrushes, a hairbrush, oil, a grooming glove, feathers, electric massagers, vibrating rods, the works. Your eyes widened in fear, but also, you noticed, excitement.
"Okay, darling. Let's see which ones really make you scream." She teased, smiling fondly down at you. She made the testing of the instruments feel like a game. She was sweet and playful, finding out exactly which spots responded best to which tool. Your abs were starting to ache. Your chest burning. Your nerves completely overwhelmed by ticklish sensation. She praised your tickle spots. "Such a tickly tummy you've got, haven't you!" "These must be the most ticklish pretty feet I've ever seen!" "Aww, we're gonna tickle tickle tickle these armpits. Poor baby, I know, it tickles so much doesn't it?" The teasing made you laugh all the more.
Eventually, the laughter slowed. As did the tickling. You were exhausted. She gently undid your restraints, covering you over with the duvet. Next, she opened a separate drawer on the trolley, bringing out some drinks and snacks for you to choose from. Gratefully, you took them, half asleep. She sat down beside you and rubbed your back while you ate. You looked at her, confused.
"That was quite a scary thing you just went through. I need to make sure you're okay before I leave. If you need a cuddle, if you need me to stay, that's okay." She whispered, allowing you to lean into her. After a while, you lay down, wrapped up in the comfy bed you'd been suffering on not too long ago. She stayed by your side, stroking your hair until you fell asleep. And as you did, you couldn't help but think about how you weren't dreading the next treatment quite so much.
“I feel it coming!”
“That’s how I want you to feel” 😳
Never been a huge fan of M/F tickling videos but her reactions were too precious not to share 🥹
comforting ler
Lees having an insecure day. Maybe they're not liking what they see in the mirror. Maybe they're not liking how they feel towards themselves. Maybe they've had a bad day, or made some mistakes, and are struggling to see the good in themselves.
That's where the ler comes in. I'd come and ask for a cuddle, ask if you wanted to vent. I'd hear you out, listen, and try my best to squash your worries about you not being enough. I'd give you time, time to feel those feelings, time to work through it. Time to relax into me and regulate after such a rough time.
"Hey, it's okay to have bad days. Even bad weeks or months. But it's important that we don't get stuck here. And even if we are feeling stuck, it's important that we remember how to keep our smile and how to have a laugh sometimes. Would you like some help getting that pretty smile back? Even just for a little bit?"
You know what I'm asking, of course. You'd shyly nod, maybe hiding your face in my shoulder. "That's what I'm here for sweetheart. I've got you. Now... you've been quite hard on yourself I think. But I can see some beautiful things right here. Look at these pretty tickle spots! And look at that adorable blushy smile!"
I'd start tickling, gently, playfully, coaxing a potentially reluctant smile onto your face. I'd keep tickling, worming my fingers under clothes and onto that sensitive skin, smiling fondly at you as you fail to stifle those sweet giggles any longer. I'd tickle and praise you over and over, until my voice takes over the one in your head, until you can't think badly of yourself anymore, because the only thing you can think is "it tickles!"
I'd get you pinned beneath me. I'd tickle every little tickle spot until your giggles and squeaks became so joyous it would be hard to believe you'd been sad so little time before.
Then I'd really get you. "I'm gonna tickle this pretty death spot until you can tell me something you like about yourself. That's your new safeword? Better get thinking, because I'm gonna get tickling in 3... 2... 1"
And I'd keep my promise. I'd tickle you silly until you could think of something you like. Then I'd stop, cuddling you and praising you for finally seeing those good qualities. Then I'd sit with you, reassuringly stroking your back while I list all the other good qualities I see, even if you whine, even if you hide... because you're so hard on yourself. And I won't ever be 😘
feet tickles
In honour of Sole Sunday... and for some cute tickle boys with very ticklish feet (@oneticklishdude @samtheswitch51 @lyffywc) here's a foot tickle tease. It's a flustering read, and in the video, you can see my demonstrating my "hold the toes, tickle the soles" technique on a sock full of socks 😂😂
Come on sweetheart, don't be shy. Let me see those tickly feet. Get them all tied down and helpless for me to have a good play with... uh oh... you're not... ticklish are you? Aww, look at how wide those pretty eyes got. You're blushing, darling... I think you're ticklish.
The mind games we could play. I could peel the toes back on one foot and explore every inch of your ticklish skin... spidering against the arches, gliding down the sides, scribbling at the heel. And of course, wriggling those nails just under the toes, on that soft skin, a maddening sensation for any pretty lee. You're so whiny and squirmy darling, and we haven't even started yet! Don't worry, it's only going to tickle.
Let's see. I'm going to start right here. Glide my nails feather lightly all the way from the toes right down to those heels. Look how jumpy we are. I'm gonna have so much fun playing with you sweetheart. Are you having fun too? Yeah. Don't look so embarrassed, its adorable! Good darling, I've got you. You say the word and we stop, yeah, I'm not gonna do anything you don't like. You're safe... keep going please? Beautiful manners, you'll need some reward tickles for that 😘
Lets just lightly spider my nails over these feet, map out which areas really make you squeal. It's okay, darling, let me hear those giggles. Such a pretty sound. You're so cute for me, pulling against these bonds like you're gonna get away. I'm just gonna tickle tickle these feet, you're taking it so well lovely!
Now... let's have a closer look at this foot here. Let me in sweetheart, I've got these toes peeled right back so there's no hiding from me now. Are you ready? For these spidery fingers to tickle under each of these helpless toes. Aww it tickles so badly doesn't it, darling! I know, I know, let it out. Such ticklish toes.
Lets see if these arches are tickly too. What if one hand tickles the toes and the other gets that arch? Ohh have I found a tickle spot? Yeah? Beautiful squealing sweetheart. Your other foot is telling me everything I need to know. Look at the toes scrunching all up, look at the shaking... poor baby is just so tickly, aren't you?
Should we give this other foot a turn? I think it's asking, don't you? I'll peel those toes back again and we'll explore every last nerve. Gorgeous begging my darling, don't you worry, unless you ask, I'll keep going until you're all tickled out.
I'll give you a rest though, hey? Maybe give you a little... foot massage instead.... with oil. That's it, rub it in so gently. Jumpy still, lovely? This is gonna tickle so badly!
Now... which would you like first? Toothbrush, Grooming gloves, hairbrush? 10 seconds to choose or the choice is mine... don't worry, we're in no rush... we've got plenty of time to play with all 3 😉
As a ler, I tend to put most of my focus on upperbody tickles, since they're so intimate and you can snuggle your lee while tickling.
But let us not forget the beauty of foot tickles. The feet are so vulnerable, so sensitive. Humans spend most of their lives hiding them away in shoes or socks, so for a lee to have nails gliding down an exposed foot... well it just makes them feel so vulnerable.
And when a person has their feet restrained, well, how helpless they must feel. Unable to get away. And too far away from the ler's scribbling nails to just grab at their hands.
We know....
Lees with ticklish tummies who like to stretch so their shirts come up when they're in a Lee mood... don't think we don't know what you're doing.
Lees with ticklish feet who "absent mindedly" sit and wriggle their toes when they're in a Lee mood... don't think we don't know what you're doing.
Lees with ticklish armpits who lay with their arms above their heads when they're in a Lee mood... don't think we don't know what you're doing.
You'll get those tickles you're looking for. Don't you worry about that. We're just waiting to see how much you can get yourselves all worked up, flustering yourselves at just the thought of us tickling you before we've even had to do a thing. How far you'll go with the teasing. And whether or not you may even be brave enough to ask 😉
poor thing really suffered !! (≧◡≦)Ψ if only yall could hear @xcelsior24’s laughs and squeals under these evil nails. 😉
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