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Hello! 😊 This is my 18+ tickle blog where I'll post art of my oc Lynxy (who you can go look at on my blog ^^), rants, drabbles, and other tickly-relaxed things ~

This is a kink blog! I feature tickle kink(obviously), pet/kittyplay and other BD/SM themed content. If that makes you uncomfortable, please block me now! With that out of the way, let's talk boundaries.

Allowed:

ADULT sfw blogs (who are also cool with me)❤︎⁠

Asks❤︎⁠

Teases❤︎⁠

Art requests/trades/etc❤︎⁠

^ Also fanarts!! Yes!❤︎⁠

Friendliness!❤︎⁠

Not Allowed:

Minors ﾒ

Anti-kink/THOSE sfw people ﾒ

Creepy invasive dms/asks ﾒ

Unfriendliness! ﾒ

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My tags!

Art: #lynxy draws

Rants/Textposts: #lynxy purrs

Answering asks (when I get them): #lynxy trills

General hornyposts: #kibble dribble

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v My banner image I made! It's free to use! Not required to tag me but I'd like to peek at you! v

Well it turns she can handle a lot (what are these subjects complaining about?), so she gets bolder and bolder with her inventions. But there's one machine... that will never leave its lab. She got much too bold with this device. It forces the subject's body completely still and targets every. single. nerve.

She set herself a timer. A concise five minutes to see what it's like.

Those were the worst/best five minutes of her life. Usually, she enjoyed. I mean. handled her own treatment just fine. Not this time. This time was torture. The desperation. The unbearable sensation. The helplessness of not even being able to struggle. No one to plead to. Just a cold, emotionless machine that won't stop until the timer completes. In that moment, the scientist finally truly understood how her subjects must feel.

She locked that machine away and never spoke of it again.

I too was once.........

a brat.

I flipflopped a bit on my preferences before I settled myself comfortably as a switch with a perfect little angel submissive side and gentle service top side. I went through many phases before this, though, and for a while I was quite the combative little warrior.

But I realized after a while, as I assume other brats do...that it never works out. You can try as hard as you like to have agency, to fight the affection, to make the bold claims against your partner, but all those protective layers exist for one reason only. To be broken down.

There's really no hiding from it. Everyone knows that underneath every tough, hardheaded brat is a good little sub who just wants to be found. The shell is made to be broken. Ending up good, dutiful, tamed...that's the goal, and everyone knows it.

It was fun while it lasted, and I'm certainly glad I went through that little phase, but eventually I learned my lesson. I'm a good boy, I like being a good boy, and there's just no hiding from it.

That's okay, I can answer them all! :)

🤣 Do you laugh quietly at first… or explode the second fingers touch you?

Quietly at first, and kinda also during. I don't have a very explosive reaction to tickling unless it's like super intense 😅

💥 How dramatic are you when tickled: movie-level or mild chaos?

I guess if I have to pick one I'll say mild chaos, but in reality I'm not dramatic at all. I just kinda enjoy myself, teehee

💫 What’s your ultimate Lee mood: “I can take it!” or “I’m doomed.”

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Hii pritzel!! Thank you for the ask! ^^

🌈 What sound escapes you most: snorts, squeaks, wheezes, or shrieks?

Hmm... well there's definitely a lot of squeaks, but I have very breathy, wheezy laughter so I think wheezes wins here

🐾 Are you a Lee who kicks, curl-ups, or covers their face?