You having ticklish nipples is such a blessing, for me.
I could play with them forever, pushing your buttons for an entire hour on the bed. Circling them, tickling alll around, kitchie-kitchie riiiight on the tips.
You'd be reduced to a groaning puddle of "please, let me" 's while I closed my warm lips around them and dragged my tongue across those ticklish tips.
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If you’ve followed my blog for a bit, you might know who I am. For those of you who don’t, let me introduce myself!
My name is Dan, but you can call me Tickle Minion. Sort of a strange name. Well, that name was given to me by TopTicklePig. If you’ve been in the M/M tickle scene for a while, you probably have seen some of his stuff, even if you didn’t know it was him. He was a very prolific tickler and shared most of his sessions with everyone online. Obviously, if you’ve seen his stuff, you know he was a tickler without peer and took great joy in what he did.
I would like to take this post to talk about him a little bit.
Lots of people knew him by his videos, maybe even by being tickled by him in person, but I wanted to write a little something about who he was outside of the tickling sphere. He was a complex guy, and I am proud to have called him a friend and a mentor.
I became friends with him after a breakup with my then boyfriend. The boyfriend knew I was into feet and tickling, but didn’t really engage in that with me (other than me worshipping and fucking his feet on occasion). I had been passively talking to TTP since my teenage years, but at the time I lived in another city with my family and was deeply in the closet. It was when I moved to Toronto for school that I was able to finally be out and proud. Following the breakup, I decided to finally reach out to TTP about actually visiting his dungeon.
Through our conversations leading up to our first session, I mentioned that I was far more interested in tickling others than I was being tickled myself, but I still wanted the experience. He made me an offer: if I passed his ticklish test in my first session, he would consider bringing me on as a helper for the occasional tickling. Long story short, the session went well, and he dubbed me the Tickle Minion.
After that I was a regular at his house for the next few years. I would come by once or twice every week or two to help him tickle other guys, or occasionally get tickled myself. When one of his housemates suddenly moved out in a very dramatic fashion, he asked if Tyckle Wyrm and I would like to move in. Back then TW and I were living in a small two bedroom apartment, so the idea of moving into an entire house (with a tickle dungeon no less!), giving us more room for less rent was a no brainer. We moved in with him and lived there for two and half years
Like I said, if you followed either of us during the time (or read some of my questions and answers about him and my time with him) you may know this. What I want to do in this post though is tell you a little bit more about him behind the feather.
TTP, or Mike, was a complicated guy. He grew up in a very rural, very homophobic environment. When he was 14 he found another local boy who was gay, and the two sort of became a couple. That’s where Mike’s love of tickling started. He would tie the boy up and tickle and play with his feet. They had a great time.
In his early adult years he was in Western Canada. He was in a place big enough to have a gay bar, but small enough that you had to be careful going to those bars because macho straight guys would wait around outside and beat people up. Of course, the police would do nothing. He told me one time he and some friends were going to the bar when someone drove by and threw a beer bottle at them. It hit one of his friends in the head and they ended up spending the night in the hospital rather than going to the bar.
Unfortunately, his young adult hood was also during the AIDs epidemic. He watched as friends around him would get sick and die. He got very involved with local HIV/AIDs organisations and was on the board of directors for the AIDs hospice in his city. There were no government funds coming in because of the stigma of HIV, but he said that, surprisingly enough, the largest organization to help fund the hospice and keep the lights on was the local Jewish community. The Rabbi for the community was also a board member.
He told me it was a pretty dark time. Lots of friends of his died, some of whom he was very close to. He made sure he went to every funeral, and joked with the board and community members that they only seemed to meet at funerals. He told me one night when we were having a drink that out of his entire social circle, and it was a pretty large circle, only he and one other were still alive. Everyone else passed away due to complications from AIDs.
It wasn’t all entirely dark times though. He lived in a building with a bunch of other gay men, and they all became sort of chosen family. The entire building was full of gay men because the landlord was one of the few in the city who would actually rent to openly gay men. He said it was the sort of place where everyone kept their doors open and unlocked, and they would all just go apartment to apartment and hang out with each other. The landlord, an older woman, acted as sort of a mother hen for all the young gay men. Mike said, though, that the guys liked to play tricks on her. One time the women went away on a trip and left her two little white poodles at home. The guys all agreed they’d look after the dogs for her. One night, before the landlord came home, they took the dogs to one of their apartments and dyed one bright pink and the other bright blue. Luckily for them the landlord thought it was funny instead of kicking them all out.
When I was living with him I had started my very first job in management. By this point he’d done a little bit of everything career wise, including management stuff. He didn’t just mentor me in the ways of tickling and breaking guys, but he also taught me a lot about managing people. I would bring him problems I was having at work, things I needed to address, and he would help me come to an answer. That said, he was a little more brutal than I was.
He told me about a time he was sent by his boss to bring a company they’d just purchased in line. He was a ‘fixer’, sent out whenever there were problems, and there were problems at this particular site. Apparently lots of people were upset that they’d been bought out. Mike arrived, walked into the building, and immediately called for a full staff meeting. He introduced himself and said he was here to set the ship right. He put a piece of tape down in the centre of the room and gave everyone a choice: those who wanted to be part of the solution should stay on their side, those who didn’t could cross the line. Not knowing what was going to happen, a bunch of people crossed. He thanked them for their honesty, and fired them all on the spot. Luckily for most of us, you can’t just do that anymore!
When he moved to Toronto he got very involved with the local queer BDSM scene. He did ropework for kink events, showed off how to use wax and fire, and even joined the planning committees for some events. One event he told me about was a winter get away at a big hotel in the wilderness for gay people. They planned a gay male weekend and a lesbian weekend, and he said he preferred planning for the lesbians. When it came to getting stuff for the event, the men mostly wanted kinky things: poppers, rope, and condoms. However, the biggest item the lesbians wanted for their weekend was enough hot chocolate to give them all diabetes. He found the ladies a little more wholesome.
By the time I met him, he pretty much played solo in his dungeon. He didn’t really need events, his reputation spoke for itself. People came from literally all over the world to be tickled in his dungeon: guys from the States, from South America, from Europe, from Asia, all came to be tickled in his dungeon. Sometimes our house honestly felt like the United Nations of tickling. I got to know some of the guys very well since when they weren’t being tickled by Mike, TW and I would take them out to explore all the city had to offer.
I moved out of the house in 2018 and moved to another city. The day I moved was the last day I saw him in person. We kept chatting and emailing, but eventually those emails and chats became fewer and fewer. By the time the pandemic started we were not talking much at all. The biggest thing we talked about was how much it sucked that he had to stop having guys over, and it really brought him down. He was used to multiple guys coming by in a week, and then suddenly, nothing. He couldn’t participate in the thing that brought him the most joy in life. It was during the tail end of the pandemic that I heard from a mutual friend I’d helped tickle on more than one occasion that he’d passed away.
I miss the guy. I’ve never met anyone like him before and I doubt I ever will. He was jovial, he was playful, he was fun, and he was smarter than people expected him to be. He was fiercely protective of what he considered ‘his boys’, and went out of his way to help them however he could from where he was. I learned a lot from him about work, life, and of course, tickling. There will never be another guy like him.
Hey girl, how about the power fantasy of having a ticklish guy tied to your bed after work, for you to take your day out on and have squirm under your fingertips while saying *anything* you want?
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feet fresh out of the gym…sweaty, roasted, lotioned, and oiled. daydreaming about the line of people waiting their turn to have their way with my outrageously sensitive bare soles. scrubbing the sweat and smell away, ignoring my pleas of desperation (they’re extremely ripe today so they’ll need several rounds of tickle torture…er, cleaning), sending me to the blissful point of no return, then making your way up to the rest of my exposed body. I know it’s been a minute, so who’s first? 🤭
So I saw the trailer for Him, by Jordan Peele and just HAD to see if there were any pics of Tyriq Withers’ bare feet. The first one on his WikiFeet page shows what I wanted to know the most: if he was ticklish. Ahhhh!
Organised crime gangs do not take treachery lightly. If a goon is suspected of talking to the pigs, he can expect a grisly interrogation and an even grislier end.
Accountants though? Accountants are treated a little differently.
Nerdy guys all, they have nothing to do with the violence and the drug dealing, and more to do with boring spreadsheets nobody else wants to spend their time filling out. They’re weak, cowardly and sensitive.
As such, when it comes to interrogating them, gangs tend to take a more cost-effective approach, one with a lot less clean-up.
Dorky little squirts tend to panic at being tied up. They start gabbling, asking questions, explaining themselves. The interrogator just smiles. He hasn’t even started yet. He’s so cute in his little suit, wondering frantically why his shoes and socks have been taken off. This is gonna be so much fun.
Within minutes the guy is howling as his oily soles are ravaged by a master. Within twenty minutes he’s screaming his innocence at the torturer’s probing questions about loyalty. But accountants can be sneaky bastards, weak- willed as they may seem. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.
A full hour of questioning will have them confessing to things that aren’t even transgressions, the truth pouring out of them like a waterfall as the masterful fingers mine their weaknesses, plough into their sides without mercy, as he whispers in their ear that there’s only one way it will stop. Confess.
By this point the torturer knows the poor guy is loyal to the gang; nobody could withstand an hour and a half of skilled tickle torture and still be pleading their false innocence. Suspicion fell upon the wrong person, it seems.
Does he stop? Let the poor fucker go, let him catch his breath?
Of course not. Why would he do that?
The gang gave him four hours to get answers - It’s not his fault he got them in just over one. He’d hate to waste the gang’s money by untying the hot dweeb early.
Why not spend the rest of the time exploring just how far a nerd can bend before he breaks?
It’s so much fun to see them be the ones work up a sweat, for once.
Hey tickled red, I was wondering since you’re one of the few lucky guys who got to be in a Tickle Abuse video at its peak, if you could tell us a little about your experience there?
What was the studio like?
What did the day of the shoot look like before and after the tickling?
How long did they tickle you for?
Do you discuss what apparatus you want to be tickled in or are you told?
Did they tell you how they were gonna tickle you?
Did it feel weird getting to the shirtless and barefoot in underwear part, or was that part of the fun?
Is there a tickle audition?
Do you get paid or is it voluntary?
And how did it feel to be in that famous red chair?
(And any other details you want to discuss/answer, feel free! And feel free to ignore any Qs you don’t wanna answer)
If you choose to respond, thank you!
Cheeky P.S. question: are you still as ticklish now as you are in this video? You seem like a delight to tickle 😆
Thank you for the very specific prompts lol. I get a lot of anons asking about my Tickle Abuse experience, so this seems like a good one to try and touch on all the bases if anyone is still interested!
What was the studio like? This was 10+ years ago, so I have no idea of the current setup. When I went, the studio was a very nice and spacious apartment that was used exclusively for the site.
What did the day of the shoot look like…? I am very introverted, anxious, and shy in person, so I was definitely super nervous and excited all morning and on the drive there. Thankfully, Tommy (the site owner and tickler) was very chill and kind and made me feel comfortable and taken care of right away. Before he started savagely tickle torturing me anyway… Afterwards, I just drove back home and went about my day as usual. 😅
How long did they tickle you for? I did the two videos at that same shoot, so I was probably there for about 3 hours? An hour strapped to the chair and the rack each and prep and debrief before and after. Tickled off and on for each hour with short breaks sprinkled for lighting and camera changes.
Did you discuss what apparatus you want… or were you told? I was told, more or less. Tommy was very professional and I agreed to two shoots, so I approached it like any good employee and did what I was told. 🤷 As a lifelong sub, that’s pretty much how I approach sessions with anyone tbh.
Did they tell you how they were gonna tickle you? He did. We connected through a woman I met on FetLife, who I never got to play with unfortunately, but she said she knew Tommy and that I should do some videos. So Tommy knew I was familiar with the site but still reiterated that the audience is coming to see me suffer so he’s going to make sure I do… Both nerve racking and exciting. 🥺
Did it feel weird…? By the time we got to taking my clothes off, I was settled in and along for the ride. Tommy had asked me to wear a shirt and tie and dress shoes. So I took it as taking orders from any other Dom and was glad to obey… I did feel a little self-conscious when filming started and I definitely wish I had cuter underwear back then lol, but otherwise, it was all business as usual for a session.
Is there a tickle audition? Yes, Tommy gave me a quick once over of tickle tests all over to make sure I was ticklish at all and ticklish enough to film. I passed with flying colors, he said. 🫣
Do you get paid…? Yes. Paid, contract signed, all very official.
And how did it feel…? It all was very surreal, but very fun, very torturous, relentless, humiliating, exciting, sweaty, and I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Are you still as ticklish…? Yes lol. Still extremely, excruciatingly ticklish as what you see in the video. Tbh now that I am much more comfortable with who I am and what I like, I daresay I am much more ticklish now…
DMs open for any interested sadistic ticklers out there: women, men, and everyone in between. ☺️
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I love that you’re a gay guy who wants to be tickled by a ruthless woman.
I’d love to get your feet bare in my stocks and tickle you until you beg me to stop, my nails raking down your soles.
Making a gay guy scream for my mercy, knowing this is pure ticklish torture for him, no sexual gratification involved. That idea seriously turns me on.
But mommy doesn’t stop because a gay boy tells her to, oh no no no. We’d be playing until I decide you’ve had enough.
Your soles are gorgeous. More pictures needed. I need to be familiar with what I’m gonna be tickling.
*gulp* yes, ma’am… until you’ve decided I’ve had enough and not a second sooner… 🥺
Thank you so much for the compliments, ma’am! And to show mommy I do what I’m told…
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You really walk through life with those perfectly shaped and beautiful and hot and long and ticklish ass feet, huh? Truly, a privilege to see them on my screen 🫡🫡
*blush* I mean, I guess I have to say yes?? And thank you, friend! 🫣☺️
Oh didn’t you hear? Yeah, you’re going in this thing. No I’m pretty sure they said you. Yeah, specifically designed and everything. Look at the label: ‘please insert-’ and then it has your name, clear as day.
I knowwww :/ it’s gonna totally suck. For you, I mean. We’re gonna have a fucking blast, but yeah might be a little intense for you for a few hours….or days.
What do you mean ‘what do you mean DAYS?!’ What kind of tickle torturers do you take us for? Let me say it again: your👏name👏is👏on👏the👏freaking👏tickle👏 chair. Who else are we gonna tickle? Each other? When we have a ticklish thing like you right here? Don’t be silly.