I need a ler that punishes me for having dirty feet. They'd simply tie me up with my filthy feet exposed and helpless for them to mercilessly scrub for hours. Then, once I'm exhausted, they realize they 'forgot' the oil. They'd rub it into my feet, all the while ignoring my frantic begging. Then, they brush until my feet are shiny enough to to see a reflection in. Or, you know, until I loose me mind.
If your "Dom" ever makes you feel genuinely guilty or bad about something and makes you feel like the only way you to redeem or prove yourself is through any type of sexual act, they do not care about you, leave.
There's a spectrum of basically "how fucked up do you want it?" not only in regular sadomasochism, but in tickling as well. There's nothing wrong with enjoying the darker scenarios, just as long as everyone's on the same page that it's just a fantasy. I, for one, tend to fantasize closer to the more fucked up and dark scenarios, but I know if I ever did a session irl it wouldn't look anything like that, and I wouldn't want it to. It'd be like any bdsm session should be, safe and consensual and all that fun stuff, because it stops being bdsm after that, you know?
This is just a reminder to be safe and communicate, basically. I have faith in most of yall.
everyoneās heard about having a mild-mannered and patient priest in a confessional booth asking people to confess their sins anonymously. but i absolutely thing it has tickling potential.
all it would take is a set of stocks in that booth in the wall separating the priest from their confessor, maybe give them a few tools for the job, and you have a perfect setting for a priest to operate as an interrogator! gently scratching at the feet of whoever was too ashamed to confess their sins without a little assistance, perhaps even brushing a soft feather between a confessorās toes.
i like to imagine that this job would be incredibly embarrassing for the pastor given the level of intimacy, but they quickly begin to adore it. Get high off it, even. Finding every sweet spot that drives someone insane and using it to āconvinceā people to confess themselves. Gently teasing the confessor, goading them into giving up information so they can be properly punished for their sins and absolved. They might even find this work draws a bit of sadism out of them, the desperate laughter behind the screen urging them to get just one more confession out of them, just one more heavenly squeal.
but this would probably be a hellish situation for anyone who has a whole lot or too little to confess. since in one situation, you have very little (if anything) to confess, and an interrogator driven to get just one more reason to punish out of you out of a budding fascination with hearing people scream.
but on the other hand, if you have a lot to answer for, and they actually have a reason to take their newfound gentle brutality out on someone? being forced to name every sinful act youāve committed through wild laughter, all while being tickled so badly that you canāt even focus long enough to remember them all?
at that point, just hold onto hope that eventually youāll get a chance to be freed, so you can give that priest a taste of his own medicine.
So I have a little idea for the more "ticklechiostic" lees - the lees that just want to be immobilized and made to suffer with intense tickle torture.
I'm guessing your hands and fingers often wiggle when you're being tickle tortured - your hands flap around, your fingers wiggle, you clench and unclench your fists repeatedly - it helps you cope with the intense tickling.
Now...just imagine your ler takes that away. Your hands are put in bondage mitts, so your fists are stuck in a clenched postion. You can't grab anything, you can't wiggle your fingers around...you can't distract yourself from that intense tickle sensation attacking your defenseless body.
An alternative that could work the same way is to restrain each finger, similar to each to. It would need specialized equipment, sure, but it would provide even more surface area to torment šµāš«
Concealed public tickling would be the best. My feet on your lap under a restaurant table, or maybe offered up to you in a movie theater. Guess I'd better keep quiet~
CNC tickle session, where I just keep tickling my lee's feet while stroking him, except never letting him cum. So all he can do is scream and beg like the tickle toy that he is.
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Analogue horror type monster but it tickles you and I donāt mean ātickles u lolā I mean tickles you with every bit of the same energy and hauntedness and glitched, grinning silence and uncanny horror that theyāre supposed to kill you or worse, but itās pulling you apart and tickling you instead.
Story under a read more because I couldn't help myself and got to writing while excited ā¤ļø
Trigger warning the below is very much cnc/dubcon coded because Fear Kink Things š«£
I'd add monster-tickling/manhandling I guess? No penetration but you sure are being harassed by a giggle hunting sadistic eldritch abomination š„°
Love the idea of living in constant fear, you're the only one who can see this terrifying creature that defies human comprehension.
It somehow knows about your stupid, damnable, kink and it warns you it's going to make you wish you never had it once you're home. It knows every fantasy however dark and plans to exploit every single one of them, along with any other kinks in tandem.
Whenever you see it out of the corner of your eye, trying to avoid going home, it taunts you. Sometimes it has more hands than it should, full of tools that terrify and tickle you the most, other times it ever so gently forces images and videos in your mind of exactly what it's going to do to you. Sometimes it even made you jerk or giggle as you swore you felt phantom sensations.
Mostly, it just teases, threatens and hisses. It scares you on purpose, feeding off your fear.
One day, you made it a challenge, trying to see how long you could avoid going back home and it went silent and seemed to finally dissappear. You were just beginning to think it may have moved on to a different victim when you passed a dark alley and it ambushed you.
It took away your ability to make sound and proceeded to laugh sinisterly in your head as it tickled you mercilessly, ensuring you couldn't move an inch, pinned against the building at your back.
"You really thought I'd let my favorite food source go? Oh, you Humans... so endearingly naive. You're mine. I'll never let you escape me; not even in the darkest depths of Hell would you be safe from my ever-present gaze."
Its voice glitched and jumped, and it seemed to be angry and amused at your defiance in equal measure. Tears and gasps of terror and also arousal flowed and made it smile.
Its voice was a shadowy purr as you mustered a weak glare, laughing at your pathetic attempt at mental defiance as you cursed it out inwardly.
"You won't cum for me and aren't my toy? None of humanity is? Oh darling, let me show you how wrong you are~"
Its fingers buzz as it tickles, like static but against your skin. You've never felt something as ticklish as its fingers. You silently sob and attempt to scream in mirth but nothing comes out. You close your eyes to try and escape the terror, to disassociate but it infiltrated your mind long ago and ensures you see what you tried to hide from.
"Humans have the most appealing screams."
"A shame the rest of your species is so violent. Perhaps this could be a viable long-term method of taming your kind. What do you think, pet?"
"Go fuck yourself."
"Mm, an intriguing proposition but I believe I'd much prefer making you fuck youself~"
Your breath hitches as your own fingers move against their will and shove themselves underneath your underwear to begin getting yourself off. You didn't even register the thing removing your bottoms. You shake your head in denial, as your hand behind to toy with yourself of its own accord.
"Ahh ahhahaha! Stop ihihihit!"
Giggles break up your own relentless movement along with moans and the monster laughs.
"Why should I? Humans make the most appealing screams~ One orgasm for the road and then I'll teleport us home. Where we belong."
That demonic voice glitches again, sending another shot of pure adrenaline as you hurtle towards your climax, the fear only forcing it closer.
It's too late, and you shriek in your mind as it forces you to push yourself over, but it doesn't stop, the tickles redoubling and seeming to spread as you blink and are back in your bedroom.
It laughs and you whimper.
"You didn't think I was done with you; particularly after your little stunt, did you? Oh no no no, discipline must be meted our with extreme prejudice to ensure the lesson sticks. This is but the first in many hours of your torment, my favorite plaything. Were going to have So. Much. Fun. Together."
Its sinister glitching laughter echoed as you tried futiley to brace yourself.
The original post only has US helplines. Iāve added UK helplines underneath. It would be great if people could add numbers from everywhere in the world.
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