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What are you gonna do about it? Get mad? Yeah? Yeaaahhhh? Why you laughing then? Huh? Why you laughing?

One of those tight ones...

... where I can't really move...

... and their fingers find my sides...

Now say, "I love being treated like this." Stop fucking crying. Look at me. Say it with me: "I. Love. Being. Treated. Like. This."

Very good. You love being treated like this? Yeah? Say it. That's right, you do. You're doing so good for me.

All right, look at me. Focus. You ready for another? Say, "I want more."

Say it. "I want more." Good. Say, "I deserve it." Tell me you love being treated like this. You want more. Again. From the top. Again.

Breathe through it, you can keep going. Again. Don't stop, I'll be done soon. Keep going. Again.

I'm really not into the first two. Not to kink shame anyone (you do you!) But I have no desire to be humiliated and embarrassment hits almost the same way.

For me, humiliation feels rooted in shame and it's intentional. If someone is trying to humiliate me, they are actively trying to make me feel ashamed. Embarrassment feels similar but it's more inadvertent. Others can embarrass me and I can embarrass myself (and I do, on occasion) but it's far less deliberate.

Both are not in the kink cards for me and I seek neither out. But fluster..... ohhhh, fluster~!

It's just what exactly? Exposure, overwhelm, being perceived. Mmm, it could be active thoughts, it could be sudden realization, or intense sensations, or sinking further into sub-space. It makes words catch in my throat and my face flame; it makes my stomach drop and my heart race.

And no, I didn't realize I was staring and no, I didn't realize I was holding my breath. There's no room for shame inside fluster. It's just a very real and open reaction to your teasing and touching and praise and dominance.

But say you’re being tickled, and you’re backed against a wall and the most plausible escape route is to collapse onto the floor.

But they see that coming. So, they slot their knee between your legs.

poking my ribs while you walk by, coming up behind me in the kitchen and tickling me to the floor just because, squeezing my knee a few times while we’re sitting next to each other, picking me up and throwing me on the couch for a few ticklish kisses to my sides and stomach, squeezing my sides while we’re out in public to get a reaction and make me blush, etc etc etc

You start to say "stop" reflexively but you bite your lip because you don't want them to stop

But they heard the "st- 🥴🫠" at the beginning of your laughter and now they're looking at you with a newfound hunger

"oh? Were you about to tell me to stop? But I thought you loved this! I don't think I should stop~"

While they double down on the spot/technique they just discovered