Just a lil baby

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Great ask, and appreciate the courage it takes to reach out for advice. So, pull up a chair and let's chat about it.

First: the nerves are good. A little anxiety means you're taking it seriously. You should. Being in a Ler/Top/Dom role comes with responsibility but can also be a lot of fun. So, where do you start?

Talk before you touch. I'm sure you know this, but I mean really talk. Not just safewords and limits, though these are critical conversations to have, I'm going to assume you've got this covered. Rather, talk about what are they hoping to feel. What don't they want to feel. Ask if there are spots, or tools, or even "moods" they want to avoid. Some people have complicated relationships with certain things and some headspaces may be best avoided for first sessions. You won't know unless you ask.

Start slower than you think you need to. Every new Ler I've ever heard from goes too fast, too much, too intense, too soon — because the energy is high and the urge to do something is overwhelming. Resist it. The buildup is half the session. You're in control, so act like it. The anticipation you create in the first ten minutes will do more work than your fingers ever will.

Watch them, not yourself. This is the one most people miss. You'll be in your head — am I doing this right, is this working, what do I do next — meanwhile the person in front of you is giving you every answer you need. Their breathing. Their reactions. Where they clench and relax. A certain twitch as you accidentally brush a certain spot. The session lives in their body. Pay attention to it.

Don't be afraid to talk. Check in. Not a clinical "on a scale of 1–10" but just — "still good?", "stoplight?", "how's that feel?" — and wait for the answer. It doesn't break the scene. It actually deepens it, because it shows you're present and paying attention, which is exactly what a good Ler is.

My best kept secret (lees look away) ... Don't overthink verbal teasing; anything goes a long way. Remember — they're already laughing, squirming, head spinning. Something as simple as "that really tickles, huh?" will send them. The bar is low. The impact is not.

You will not be perfect. You'll hit a spot that doesn't land, go too long on something, lose the thread for a second. That's fine. It's your first one. The goal isn't a flawless performance — it's a good experience for both of you and a foundation to build on.

And one last thing: After it's over, sit with them for a minute. Don't immediately debrief or start analyzing. Just be there. Stay present. Then, when the moment settles, ask how they're doing and what they need. And actually listen. Actually listen.

The session doesn't end when the tickling stops.

They tease and flirt, ask and beg to be tickled, sometimes even laying across your lap showing off their tummy, gently nudging you to finally tickle them.

And of course they are fanning a fire, but you don't wanna give in so easily. Yet the constant teases, the little jabs and them showing off their spots so willingly takes its toll.

But when you finally oblige, straddling their hips and gently raking your fingers across their tummy, your gentle touch makes them jump and before you can move further they grab your wrists blushing furiously, stammering and clearly so so flustered.

It tickled more than they expected, they say clearly avoiding to look at you, squirming and whining. You gently tug on your wrists and their strength is not enough to stop you from slowly lowering them towards their tummy.

Their panicked babbling suddenly is accompanied by squeals and panicked giggling as your fingers lower not even touching them. You can feel them squirm, kicking their legs and see how much they are shaking their head. Yet their hands are not really pushing to stop you, mostly gently tugging.

A smirk crawls across your skin when you see them try to arch away from your fingers and you can't help but tease them about how much they clearly wanted this, how they were begging for you to tickle them and how they wouldn't stop teasing you. All that while they are so ticklish they can't even take your fingers gently scratching their tummy?

Oh they are in for it now, the gentle scratching, turning into wiggling fingers and soft squeezes. Arms being pinned and hidden spots being attacked, while a symphony of laughter and pleas fill the room. A melody of snorts and squeaks, loud shrieks and soft whimpers, fueling you to find every ticklish spot on them.

Switching between teasing and praising them, watching their face blush, listening to the pleas that slowly transition into begging for more. Giving them everything they wanted and then some.

Surely that was enough of a lesson for them, is probably what you think the next day until they flop across your lap again giving you that shy smile and pulling up their shirt.

Yeah restraints are great. I get access to all those little tickle spots and I get to spend plenty of time playing in them and getting all those adorable reactions from you.

But unrestrained tickles are sometimes the way to go. When the mood is soft and gentle, when you can't wait to get started and don't want to spend the time setting everything up.

Just holding my lee. Maybe pinning them, maybe just cuddling them, either way, they're in my arms. And I can feel how relaxed they are to be there. Just total safety, total care. I'd be giving them gentle back rubs, or stroking their hair, just being there, being present. I might just lighten the touch across their back, gently caressing my nails against their side. Test the waters. Wait for the reaction. See if they're in the mood.

Once I've got confirmation, I'd just snuggle them closer, gliding those nails up and down their sides. Feeling their muscles quivering, seeing them blush, smiling into my shoulder. I'd slide my hand up their shirt, ever so gently tickling over the sensitive skin underneath. Up and down the soft sides, stroking over each rib, spidering round to that ticklish tummy. Feeling them trying their best to stay still and not fight it, because while it tickles, it feels so nice, and they're right where they wanna be

• Praised

• Kissed

• Be called a princess

• Be given constant reassurance

“Use your words”

“Good girl”

“Come here…”

“That’s my pretty girl”

“Don’t get shy now”

“I won’t ask again”

“Get on your knees”

“Don’t move, darling”

“Just like that”

“Faster baby”

“You’re mine”

“That’s my girl”

“Say please”

Oh no, that would be so easy. I want to break you, in the softest of ways. I want you so eager to take those tickles that you're practically tying yourself up for me. I want to tease you so much that your mind is reeling from anticipation alone. I want you too flustered to speak, blushing, babbling, incoherent before I even get you under me.

I want to cuddle you, to stroke your hair, to rub your back, to have you snuggled into me, feeling your brain already checking out before the session even starts, knowing full well that you're safe and cared for. I want you hiding in my neck as I whisper to you about how I'm going to tickle you, about how I'm not going to leave an inch of that sensitive skin unexplored. I want to feel your breath hitch against my neck, feel you shiver, hear you whine. Until you're desperate for it. When the only thing left in your mind is "please tickle me", that's when we'll begin.

By this point, your nerves will be on fire from anticipation alone. Your senses will be so heightened by the teasing, the praise, the fact you've already completely melted for me. Safe. Cared for. Valued. No thoughts at all except for how much its going to tickle. You'll lay down for me and snuggle in as my wriggling fingers hover above your body. I'll watch your responses as those ghost tickles cover your body, making a mental note of the spots that make you gasp, make your eyes widen, make you bite your lip. I'll hold you closer, and my fingers will touch down.

And oh I'll be meticulous. I'll tie/hold you down and keep cuddling you as my fingers start to explore, feather light. Feel you melt into my arms as you start to giggle and squirm. I'll praise your beautiful reactions, tell you how pretty you look all vulnerable for me, how pretty you sound giggling and whining for me. I'll tell you how good you're being, how well you're taking it, how much I know it must tickle.

My fingers will explore every last spot, tickle tickling the world away. They'll glide across your palms, down your wrists and arms, into those armpits. They'll spider across your neck, your shoulders, your ears. They'll dance across your chest, and over each and every rib. They'll slitter down those squirmy sides, across that tickly tummy, into that bellybutton and down to those hips. And I'll hold you, praise you, comfort you throughout. So ticklish. So pretty. So good.

Then they'll move down to those thighs, spidering across every inch, lingering at spots that get a particularly adorable reaction. They'll spider across those knees, down those shins, around those ankles and to those feet. They'll scribble across those soles, the arches the heels, they'll slide between each toe. They'll keep going, keep tickling until you're absolutely lost in that sweet ticklish sensation, my voice, encouraging and steady, offering consistent praise, reassurance and sweet teasing being the only thing keeping you somewhat tethered to the present.

Then I'll lay you on your tummy and the process will start again. The backs of those legs, that defenseless back, those sides and armpits from the back just feel all the more flustering. I'd lay beside you again, whispering right into your ear as my fingers coax out every little ticklish reaction you can muster. The squirming, the shaking, the sounds of helpless laughter. Then I'd go back to the most ticklish spot of all. Just stay there for a little while, praising you so gently until I see those pretty eyes glaze over, your brain just turned to mush.