Aww, has somebody found your weak spot? Poor baby 🥺

A demonstration of how best to hug good little lees so that they know they're adored

She's so delightfully submissive, only lightly defending herself at the end even though you can tell it's killing her. And those little leg kicks, the way she melts into him -- so cute! 🤭

Once those cuffs are closed, once those locks are snapped shut, you're mine. All of you. Every bit of sensitive skin you have will be tested and teased and tormented until there's tears in your eyes and you're too tired to even laugh any more.

Your underarms? Mine. The bits between your toes? Mine. Your sides? Mine. Your neck, your thighs, the backs of your knees, every part of you, every piece of ticklish skin you have... mine, mine, mine. All those secret ticklish spots that you try to hide? MINE.

No amount of begging or crying will bring you mercy, and you WILL be begging and crying. I'm going to make you suffer and I'm going to enjoy every second of it.

I want you to beg. I want you to suffer. I want you to know that you are completely helpless and that you'd do anything to get out but IT. JUST. WON'T. STOP.

I want to break you.

I want to tickle you beyond anything you've ever experienced, beyond anything you'd ever thought you'd feel.

Does it make you wet? The thought of being tickle tortured? The thought of being held down and tormented as every one of my fingers glides over your sensitive skin, as they dip into your exposed pits and then run down your ribs and onto your belly? Wondering what tools I'm using as you feel them setting your nerves on fire as you try to pull away and shake me off.

Imagine how excruciating it would be to be edged like that, over and over. Just slow, relentless tickles until you're screaming into your gag for your clit to be touched.

And then having it teased with the lightest little feather touches. Just gentle and slow, so, so close to the point where you're about to cum......

....and then just back to getting tickled. Underarms, nipples, thighs, neck. Anywhere, everywhere, except your clit.

And then back to teasing your clit.

How many time do you think you could take it? 20 times? 30 times? You're take it as many times as I decide you will. Until you feel like your whole body is electricity. Until you're pulling as your bonds just trying to push your body against my hands. Until the entire universe stops existing and the only thing you know is the desperate, overwhelming, unstoppable need to cum.

And eventually, when you're broken, when you've lost your mind and you're crying and soaking wet, I'll make you cum.

My definition of true tickle torture is simple. Helpless + Hopeless = Tickle Torture. I want her

to be helpless. She's bound as tight as possible, unable to move at all, unable to escape.

You know it’s going to be agony. I’m going to find your worst spots and exploit them. You’ll be tied up and helpless, and all you can do is scream and beg for mercy. You know you’re not getting mercy, but you’ll still beg. The inescapable sensation will fill your brain, and you’ll do anything to get away from it. You’ll plead and beg and humiliate yourself in the hope for just the tiniest sliver of mercy. Maybe you’ll get angry at first, you’ll shout and demand that I stop, still trying to pretend that you’re in control, insisting that you’ll never beg.

But it doesn’t stop, just relentless unyielding tickles until that fight is gone and you slump down into your restraints with no energy left.

The part of your brain that can still think knows that I want to hear you beg, and knows begging will just make it worse. But the louder part of your brain has completely lost control, forcing you to pull at your bonds, beg for mercy and offer yourself to me just for some relief.

And when you’re broken, when you’re humiliated and begging with every ounce of energy you have left, I’ll just smile, slowly run my fingers into your underarms and say “Oh look how ticklish you are under here”

And every inch of you will be explored, tickled, exploited and punished until there’s not a single thought left in your head.

If he wants to tickle my feet he's going to tickle my feet, I get no say in the matter. Even if he wants to get other people involved, strangers even.

I'm my own person. But my feet belong to him.

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And I am not talking about the playful kinda punishment tickles. I am talking "You fucked up and you are gonna pay for that"

Full restraints no mercy, tools, oil, whatever, it's all fair game, this is about you learning a lesson. There is no amount of begging that will get you out of it, but it might get you bullied for trying.

The goal isn't laughter it is tears and sobs, pleas and screamed apologies. Until you cannot take it anymore and then some. Until you promise you really really won't do that again. Until the words coming from your mouth are nothing more than incoherent babbling.

Tickles so mean that for a few days you really think you won't do it again, you won't break that rule that is so specifically there for you to break.

But in the end we all know it is just too tempting to break that rule and see if you get away with it this time.