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@ticklishthoughts
- Main Kinks
Tickling/Lickling, Bondage, Toys, being dominated, Worshipping, Exhibitionist/Voyeurism, and Light CNC* (still figuring out the cnc part)
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Tickle Info:
Fav Spots - Clit, Nipples, and Feet (most especially my arches)
Fav Tools - Feathers, Make Up Brushes, and Electric Toothbrushes
Extra info - Gang tickling, Public tickling, and Tickle Machines/Stockings are my favorite scenarios
Teasing someone with a vibrator and threatening to punish them if they cum, while also actively refusing to turn it down or moving it
I want my clit tickled until I sob
Oh to be under a ler’s Christmas tree while I’m tied up with my legs spread apart as I wait for them to “unwrap” their gift. Just next to my legs would be some tickle tools such as feathers, vibrators, make up brushes, and an electric toothbrush for them to use on my excited yet aching clit~
Just imagining someone kidnapping me and placing me into their tickle dungeon like this would be so fun. My two capturers could spend days toying around with my body as they circle that makeup brush around my nipples as they hold that vibrator under my needy clit and tickle my feet at the same time. Both of them would tease me about how they know I’m enjoying this tickle torture and how they don’t plan on letting me go anytime soon. They were going to tickle me until I’ve lost my mind and became their ideal tickle toy. I’d learn to crave their touch, their teases, the edging, and most importantly their tickling.
I am a tickle toy that only they could play with whenever they wanted.
I want to overestimulate your clit with feathers and a Hitachi so bad, you genuinely regret asking me to tie you in my bed without a safeword and promise to give me anything to stop....only for me to ignore every single of of your pleas and keep going until you cry.
I love being tickled until I’m made to regret wanting such a thing. It’s so hot like yes tickle my clit so much that I can’t think of a single thing but take all of those tickles and overstimulation~
I want to become a full-time tickle toy that is bound and tied up on the daily for my ler. My legs would always be spread and my pussy would never know what peace is as it is tickled for days on end. My feet would never feel anything but my lers fingers or feathers as they dance around my soles. The room would always be full of laughter and moans as my ler drives me insane with their ticklish desires. My body is nothing more but a toy to be tickled for my lers entertainment~
If you really want to destroy me, tease me.
Tickling easily turns me into a squirming, snickering puddle. However, when combined with teasing, I freaking melt. No fighting back, just curling up with enjoyment and embarrassment.
having tickle crushes is so embarrassing!!!!!! like hi you’re a really cool person i kinda want you to reduce me to hysterics!!!!! would really love to be overpowered and tortured by you!!!!!! god!!!!! don’t look at me directly in the eyes or at all actually!!!!!
I want to become a full-time tickle toy that is bound and tied up on the daily for my ler. My legs would always be spread and my pussy would never know what peace is as it is tickled for days on end. My feet would never feel anything but my lers fingers or feathers as they dance around my soles. The room would always be full of laughter and moans as my ler drives me insane with their ticklish desires. My body is nothing more but a toy to be tickled for my lers entertainment~
Reblog if you’re very, very ticklish
One scenario that’s been playing in the back of my mind lately is being kidnapped and getting tied up by them. This individual has been following my blog for awhile and enjoys seeing all of my ticklish fantasies being posted. So they decided to make them come true by capturing me and taking me to their tickle dungeon. Once we arrive there my kidnapper tells me to remove my clothes before they lead me over to this sort of metal barred contraption. There’s hand cuffs on the bars and a black cushion on the bottom of it. My kidnapper places me in between the metal bars and tells me to get on my knees and raise my arms up. I do as I’m told and they handcuff my wrists and tie my legs to the bars. After they were done they walked out of the room to fetch something.
I sit there imagining what this stranger will do to me now that I’m fully exposed. My mind races wondering what will happen to me…but it looks like it won’t take me too long to figure that out after my capturer walks back into the room holding a camera and a stand for it. They smirk to themselves as they set the camera in front of me. Once they finish they turn to me and chuckle softly before telling me that they are a massive fan of my blog and enjoyed all of my clit tickling posts. They’ve always wanted a tickle toy with a ticklish clit who they could torture and so they picked me to be their play thing. They explain to me that there are other people who would pay good money to get their hands on a tickle toy like myself so my capturer wishes to livestream my impending tickle torture to those people and see how much money he could get from them.
I beg for them to let me go and that I’ll let them tickle me but not to broadcast it but it was all in vain as they tell me that I’m in no position to of power to demand for my release. All they want to do is break me and mold me into their personal tickle toy. As they finish speaking they turn around and start the livestream. They tell the audience that they’ve caught quite the catch and couldn’t wait to show them how ticklish I was. They walk on over to me and pull out a box from a nearby table, as they grab the box they open it to show me their collection of tickle tools, they pull out a stiff yet soft feather from it and twirl it around in front of me before squatting down and spreading my lips apart.
My capturer mentions how pretty my little button was before softly dragging their feather down my bud. I can’t help but squirm and hold back my voice as they coo to their audience how sensitive I am. My cheeks flush red in embarrassment as this stranger toys around with my clit and I have a bunch of people watching me getting tickled. My capturer notices I’m trying hard to not give them a reaction so they put down the feather and pick up an small bottle of arousal gel and put a small amount of that gel on my clit. It felt cold as they applied it on me but as soon as they finished I could feel that cold sensation turn hot. My clit felt hotter and tingly as the gel started to activate. I buck my hips to try to get rid of that feeling but the cold air only made it worse I could feel my clit getting more and more aroused. The kidnapper enjoyed my reaction and mentioned that they could help me but I’d have to ask them to tickle me. I didn’t want to give into their demand but I needed someone or something to touch my throbbing clit and so i shyly asked them to tickle my needy clit. Before they could give me any kind of relief they turn to the camera and ask the audience if they should do it. Multiple comments pop up on their phone saying they wanna see me get tickle tortured. With that response coming from their stream they comply and pull out an electric toothbrush and turn it on. They took that brush and started circling it around my clit.
The feeling of those bristles spinning around my hypersensitive clit drove me insane. My body felt like it was being hit with electricity as the feeling of intense pleasure and ticklish feeling course through my swollen bud. I throw my head back as I laugh hysterically to their tickle torture. I couldn’t handle that electric toothbrush dancing around my clit as my capturer teased me for enjoying my ticklish torment. My pussy got wetter by the second as the mix of ticklish pleasure took over my mind. All I could focus on was my poor clit being mercilessly tickled for god knows how long. The audience cheered on for my capturer to keep going until I climaxed. Luckily it wouldn’t take long for them to see that as I begged to cum. The constant stimulation was so mind numbingly good that I craved for some kind of release and so my capturer gave it to me. My body jolted as my orgasm hit me, i moaned loudly and arched my back, as that toothbrush quickly circled around my wet clit.
After I came my capturer gives me a minute to regain my senses before they gently raise my chin up and tell me that they aren’t done. They raise their phone to show me multiple donations were asking for my kidnapper to continue tickling me. Many of them have suggestions of what they would like to be used to tickle my clit. Some even paid good money to appear on the stream and tickle me in person. My capturer told me that as long as there’s an audience that wants to watch me and tickle torture me then I’ll continue to be tickled relentlessly. Before I could say anything my capturer grabbed their electric toothbrush and returned to tickling my sensitive clit.
My life as a tickle toy has only begun~
Lee truths 4. Have you ever dreamed of being tickled? Do you remember what happened?
Yeah I’ve multiple dreams of being tickled before. I’ve had dreams where I’ve had my legs spread apart and tied to both ends of a park bench and my mouth gagged. People who happened to see me would tickle and edge my exposed pussy.
I’ve had dreams where i’m taken away to maximum security prison where I’m made to be tickled until I serve my sentence. My clit and ass would get tickled for as long as I’m stuck in my cell. The guards would bully me for enjoying my punishment and only making the tickle torture much worse.
I’ve even had dreams where I worked at a glory hole hotel where guests who want to express their sexual fantasies can go into a hotel where you can book a room and select what kind of tickle toy you wanna tickle for the night. If you were into tickling a specific part of the body like feet then you’d get a room where someone’s feet are through 2 holes on the wall. The hotel would provide you with tickle tools in your room. In this hotel my bottom half was through the wall and the only thing I was wearing were nylons. The guest who booked for my room was into tickling nylon covered feet and clit’s so I’m here to provide that service for him. He asked to stay in this hotel for a week so my clit and feet endured days of tickle torture
These are just some of many dreams I’ve had~
The Tickle Museum
I signed up to work at newly built museum and help out with setting up the new displays. When I first stepped into the building it was empty and dark, I looked around before asking if anyone was here, before I could turn back to the entrance and leave I felt someone behind me and held a rag in front of my face. Everything went black.
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After an unknown amount of time I slowly open my eyes to see a dark room. The only light that was in the room was a small lamp above my head. My mind feels groggy after I woke up so I try to rub my eyes but to no avail. I look around and see that I’ve been bound to a small table. My body was completely naked and my arms & legs were tied up. My mind raced as it thought of why I was here and who would do such a thing. My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a door open and saw someone walk through it. This mysterious figure slowly walked over to me before stepping into the light to look over my naked body. I looked up at them before asking them who they were and why tied me up. They chuckled before introducing themself to be the owner of the museum.
They explained that I signed up to work for them and that my job here was to be an interactive display for the guests. I didn’t understand what they meant by “interactive display”, I’m a human being there’s no way they can hold me here against my will. The owner seemed to know what I was thinking so they pulled out a piece of paper from their blazers pocket and read out the fine print of the job description. My job was to be bound and used as a human display for their tickle museum. I was shocked to hear the words “tickle museum” there’s just no way this guy opened up a museum for the sole purpose to tickle people right?
While I was stuck in thought the owner slowly glided their finger down my inner thigh. I couldn’t help but giggle as they softly scribbled at it. I told them to knock it off but they simply ignored me as they started to comment at how pleased they were to know I was ticklish. They looked at me and asked if I had anymore ticklish spots. Like hell I would tell this guy that! I denied I was ticklish and struggled on my restraints. Since I wasn’t cooperating the owner decided to figure out what spots really made me laugh. They dragged their finger down my inner thigh and then lightly pressed their finger on my pussy lips. They smirked before looking at me and said “you think I didn’t look into you before letting you get the job? I know you have a tickle blog where you go on and on about having such a ticklish little clit and wishing for someone to satisfy that part of you~”
I was shocked they knew that about me. They have to be bluffing there’s no way anyone knew about that blog. Yeah, I wrote a couple things about my tickle kink but there’s just no way this complete stranger knows about it. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by the museum owner when they spread my lips before pulling out a black feather. They spun the feather in between their index finger and thumb before lowering the feather and softly circling it around my clit. I wanted to laugh so bad but I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing they were right. That feather of theirs danced all over my clit as they cooed about how much they enjoyed seeing my clit throb. I couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment since I enjoyed feeling that feather tickling me and the owner's teasing only made my pussy get wet in excitement. I wanted to laugh and beg them to tickle me more but I wasn’t going to give in to their sick demands. After seeing that I wouldn’t budge, they switched out that feather for an electric toothbrush. The owner turned it on and told me they could fulfill all of my ticklish desires if I simply told them that I was ticklish. A part of me wanted to take that deal but another part of me knew better than to trust this stranger. Before I could even answer them, they quickly placed the toothbrush on my clit, I exploded in laughter at the sudden sensation of those bristles quickly circling around my quivering bud. It felt so good as that electric toothbrush made quick work of tickling me. Out of desperation to make it stop I yelled out that I was ticklish.
The tickling stopped for a second as the owner chuckled in delight knowing that I admitted that I was indeed ticklish. They grinned at me as they immediately turned that electric toothbrush back on and pressed it on the top of my clit. The sensation of those bristles tickling the most sensitive spot of my throbbing bud was driving me insane. All I could think about was how good this tickle torture felt, I almost wished that they would never stop. I could feel myself getting ready to climax and the owner could see that I was close so they licked their middle finger before inserting it into my wet hole and quickly making work of my sweet spot. A huge wave of pleasure washed over my body as my orgasm hit me. The owner turns off the brush and takes out their finger as they appreciate seeing what a mess I've become.
Once I've come back from my senses the owner tells me that I'll be an excellent display for their exhibit and that I'll be a big hit for their museum. Before I could say a word the owner puts a gag into my mouth and whispers in my ear that tickle toys have no need for words when I'll be laughing and moaning for as long as I'm trapped here.
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I had a lot of fun writing this and I'm thinking of possibly making another part or two for this story since there are a lot of scenarios I could make with this concept. But only time will tell~
Edging her until she breaks. Tied up with her legs wide open and a vibrator between her precious little clit. I love hearing their whining when you keep slowing down the vibrator once they get close to coming. Seeing how frustrated she gets, tearing and begging me to let her cum, but I just can’t princess. Good girls edge, they edge until they’re allowed to cum. I love seeing how desperate you can get, and I wonder just how desperate that would be if I she’s so close to finishing. Just to take out the vibrator completely and slap her pussy instead. You didn’t think I was actually going to let you cum did you…
I want to become a full-time tickle toy that is bound and tied up on the daily for my ler. My legs would always be spread and my pussy would never know what peace is as it is tickled for days on end. My feet would never feel anything but my lers fingers or feathers as they dance around my soles. The room would always be full of laughter and moans as my ler drives me insane with their ticklish desires. My body is nothing more but a toy to be tickled for my lers entertainment~
Let’s play a little game!!!! You tie me up in doggy style and hold a vibrator to my clit. My job is to keep count of how many orgasms I have until you let me go. :)
