I want someone to tickle my worst spot with so much precision and cruelty that I'm literally begging, screaming, sobbing, thrashing with whatever range of motion I have, completely desperate for it to please please just end, so they lean down and say "who's in charge? who's in charge?". I struggle to answer but through laughs and sobs I finally wail that they're in charge, they're in charge. "Hm? I asked, who's in charge?" and I promise you are, you are, oh god please just make it stop, yes, you're in charge. They make me say it over and over until my voice is hoarse with the screaming. Then they sneer down at me with a raised brow and say "what the fuck do I care?" and continue the relentless assault as I'm hit with a new wave of agony and terror.

Your doctor caressing your skin during your check up touching every sensitive spot he knows about and teasing you when he checks your heartbeat and hears how fast it is

being treated softly. session starting with running fingers along my back. up under my shirt, fingers tracing gentle circles. being told to hold my legs apart as their nails trace down my thighs and feather my clit with very bare touches. edging me with praise and adoration.

Gentle underarm tickles that go for as long as I can keep my arms around my ler's neck when

actually need to be groped and fondled and played with while i’m whimpering and blushing. it’s for my own good

(concept: two lers each taking one of the lee's feet and lovingly tickling them in their fav ways while openly discussing their reactions and/or collaborating to wreck them, until the lee is just a pile of giggly happy mush)