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Have you ever noticed how different someone’s reaction to being tickled is when they are easily able to move or flinch away from the tickling compared to when they can’t make evade or ease the sensation at all?

If you just casually and quickly tickle someone, they may be able to get away with just ah “oooh” or “aaaah” or maybe even a light giggle while they move around or away whichever body part is being targeted.  Even if you continue to tickle them, they are able to move from the sensation by reflex just in time before it becomes too unbearable to handle.  If you pay attention to physical reactions from tickling, that is basically what is happening.  The body is moving away from the source of the sensation because it can’t take it any longer.  But what if it is unable to succeed in doing that?

Say someone is being held or restrained while tickled and their physical reflexive reaction to being tickled is completely disabled.  The way they react to this type of tickling is much different than when they are physically somewhat able to fight it off physically.  If someone with extremely sensitive feet has their foot and toes locked in place and unable to reach with their hands, and the sole of their foot and between their toes are being scratched and stroked and touched in ways that they can not handle, they won’t be able to change that.  They won’t be able to pull their foot away, sway their foot from side to side, curl their toes in defense, or whichever other reactive methods they have to protect themselves from the sensations.  What happens then?

This is when you see someone’s pure reaction to being tickled.  They won’t be able to get away with moving at the last second before it gets them.  A combination of hard laughter and screaming is usually what this type of treatment produces.  That hard, loud, exhausting and panic infused laughter sound that is music to a tickler’s ears.  As a ticklee, the ultimate form of submission to tickling is when that laughter is gotten out of you.  Your mind and body will work overtime to protect you from that point, but you know you have suffered great defeat when you are screaming with laughter at the complete expense and mercy of someone else.

Tricking him onto a massage table with cuffs under the pretense of a special happy ending treatment, just to end up crawling her fingernails underneath every little open and exposed crevice of sensitive skin.

Under his armpits, into his hips, scratching all over his helplessly exposed soles. And the "service" hole right in the middle of the table, where his erection will betray him.

Dangling his rock hard cock, so helpless and vulnerable she can't help but sneak a little lick and suck while focusing on tickling his balls, which of course makes him squirm more.

Trailing that tongue up and down his shaft and simultaneously reaching underneath his balls for a condescending little tickle, the way you'd pet a puppy's chin, and listening to him burst into helpless laughter.

Hearing his breathing alternating from forced sharp inhales from the friction of the tongue dragging along his swollen, needy cock and forced laughter. Enveloping his needy tip into her warm, wet lips and twirling her tongue riiiight there as she makes sure he breaks into submissive laughter by softly trailing her fingers all over his vulnerable shaft and balls.

"God, you're so pathetically ticklish, it's so funny. Coochie coochie cooo~~"

All the fake pity and concern in the world, how emasculating it must be, to squirm so hard from touches so soft. "You're supposed to be sooo much bigger and stronger, so tough and all it takes is a liiiiitle tickle-tickle-tickle?" The only reply he can muster, a pathetic "HAHAHAHAHA"

"I knowww, gooood boyy"

"Did you know? *Rub, rub* It's so hard to talk back *Rub, rub* when the person dominating you is keeping you so *Rub, rub* Domesticated and Docile."

Her fingers making little tickle-tickle circles around his extremely ticklish cock veins while the cruel tongue chases his tip around, punishing his squirming hips by licking it just often enough to continue leaking and just seldom enough to deny him an orgasm.

"Where are you going, huh?? Huhhhh? *scratch, scratch, scratch*. Are you trying to - *lip smack* run away? Huh? *POP* Hmm??"

Alternating to nibbling on his balls while vigorously jerking him off, hyper aware to stop just as he starts shaking, delighting in seeing him coat his cock once more in his own impotent precum, dripping on the floor in frenzied patterns from all the ticklish squirming.

"What a ticklish little bitch, you're such a funny pet, whooooo's my leaky little faucetttt?"

He tried to give an answer through tears of laughter, but his body beat him to it, by submitting once again all over the floor.

"Heehee~~"

Desperate and laughing on the verge of tears, he strains against his bondage and desperately thrusts, hoping for any friction to release him from his torment. Ready to say anything, promise anything, beg in any way she wants, all the testosterone in his balls slowly being coaxed, spilt, and MILKED out of him, the floor glistening with all the emasculating submission her mouth, fingers and palm have made him spill.

"Oh my god, that's so patheticccc. Ok big boy, where does it ache? Whereee is itt? Heeere?"

Palm firmly gripping it while the other hand pulls a tool, she swallows him inside, twirling her tongue on the one spot that is desperately begging to burst "Does it ache on the tip? Here? Riiight here? Yeah?"

Frenzied laughter echoes from the sensation of being tickle sucked, feather exploring every inch of his ticklish balls, even crawling under to make sure he *lets it allll out*. Mercilessly lashing the overstimulated cock tip, finally dragging her torturous, wet ticklegasm giver riiight over *that* spot and sucking hard, forcing him to burst and surrender whatever was left in his balls inside her greedy mouth.

As much as I like a man restrained, I also do love to see them get overpowered and wiggle and squirm because it tickles too much

Careful. I’m quick with these hands …

No sights ... 🙈

No sounds ... 🙉

No getting away ... ⛓ 🔒 🗝

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Once those cuffs are closed, once those locks are snapped shut, you're mine. All of you. Every bit of sensitive skin you have will be tested and teased and tormented until there's tears in your eyes and you're too tired to even laugh any more.

Your underarms? Mine. The bits between your toes? Mine. Your sides? Mine. Your neck, your thighs, the backs of your knees, every part of you, every piece of ticklish skin you have... mine, mine, mine. All those secret ticklish spots that you try to hide? MINE.

No amount of begging or crying will bring you mercy, and you WILL be begging and crying. I'm going to make you suffer and I'm going to enjoy every second of it.

I want you to beg. I want you to suffer. I want you to know that you are completely helpless and that you'd do anything to get out but IT. JUST. WON'T. STOP.

I want to break you.

I want to tickle you beyond anything you've ever experienced, beyond anything you'd ever thought you'd feel.

Does it make you wet? The thought of being tickle tortured? The thought of being held down and tormented as every one of my fingers glides over your sensitive skin, as they dip into your exposed pits and then run down your ribs and onto your belly? Wondering what tools I'm using as you feel them setting your nerves on fire as you try to pull away and shake me off.

Imagine how excruciating it would be to be edged like that, over and over. Just slow, relentless tickles until you're screaming into your gag for your clit to be touched.

And then having it teased with the lightest little feather touches. Just gentle and slow, so, so close to the point where you're about to cum......

....and then just back to getting tickled. Underarms, nipples, thighs, neck. Anywhere, everywhere, except your clit.

And then back to teasing your clit.

How many time do you think you could take it? 20 times? 30 times? You're take it as many times as I decide you will. Until you feel like your whole body is electricity. Until you're pulling as your bonds just trying to push your body against my hands. Until the entire universe stops existing and the only thing you know is the desperate, overwhelming, unstoppable need to cum.

And eventually, when you're broken, when you've lost your mind and you're crying and soaking wet, I'll make you cum.

Anyone who's ticklish is absolutely adorable... I don't make the rules.

But there's something so beautiful about ticklish men. Allowing people who've been conditioned to be "tough" to just melt into you. Seeing the masks slip when they realise those expectations don't exist here.

Seeing them soften. Feeling them sink into you. Having them feel safe enough to let you tie them up and have your ticklish way with them. Seeing them try to fight it, the way they've been conditioned to fight vulnerability. And then Seeing the facade crack because they're just too ticklish to keep it up. Seeing those pretty smile. Hearing those adorable giggles. Watching the squirms.

Men being broken by wriggling fingers or soft feathers. Men squealing, kicking their feet, begging and babbling. Teasing them and watching them blush. Praising them and watching their brains short circuit because they don't know what to do with praise. Tickling them silly and watching how much they enjoy relinquishing control for just a little while.

Allowing them to let go. Allowing them to feel. Giving them a space to feel safe.