bellybuttonista2

just saw a tiktok of like a haunted house type thing where a girl was chained to a wall and a scare actor was tickling her armpits and sides which was very nice, but then the actor stepped away for a second to assess the situation, moved forward again, pointed one finger out, and held it next to the girl's belly button just long enough for her to look down and see what was about to happen. she looked like she had a very sensitive navel and I just about passed out 🫠 I could do that job

gang tickling but it's like four or five Lers all tickling one Lee's belly button at once so they're all crowding in on it and it's completely inescapable and super intense for the Lee as 40-50 fingers all try to wiggle into one exposed vulnerable helpless little belly button 😌

I simply don't think anyone could ever truly understand how important it is to me to know that you know I'm about to tickle your belly button. the anticipation is imperative. I need to know that you're thinking about it just before/as it's happening, I need to see the change in your face, the hitch in your breathing, the widening of your eyes, I need to watch you watching my finger as it descends. I need to see your stomach react, flinching, fluttering, drawing in to try to escape. it thrills me to know you feel it before I even get there, that the flood of adrenaline has made all your muscles tense up in expectation. I need to know you're waiting for it, and to know that you know there's nothing you can do about it.

"I'll stop if you admit you love it" immediately followed by "but if you love it why would I ever stop?"

tie only one of your lee's arms stretched all the way up, but leave the other arm free so they can use it to protect their armpit or their ribs or their tummy or their belly button. the (illusion of) choice is theirs hehe