Just A Ticklish Little Bitch

poor thing can’t even handle a feather…

one edge ... two edge ... three edge ... because i love seeing it get all red and swollen. watching it twitch with need. the feathers would feel like far too little, the vibrating makeup brush like far too much. i just sit there, focused on my task. not to make you cum, but just enjoying the process. reminding you that the point of play is sometimes to make you feel as much as you can rather than orgasm.

ten edges. fifteen. you ask if you can cum soon. i ask if you can give me just one minute more. you know what they say, if you can make that one minute, you can make the next as well.

brush, brush, brush. ten minutes later, amid your frantic laughing, you ask if it's been a minute yet. oh, i coo, yes, but you can give me one more, right? just one more. i'm enjoying this so much darling, use your safeword if you need to but please, you can do it. just one more.

how many edges has it been now? we've both lost count. every time i brush even the feather across you, your entire body clenches and you keen. almost over the edge.

not yet! i beg. just a little bit more!

brush, brush- oh!

you came.

“Oh f**k!”

Just think: your feet are in stocks. Your hands are cuffed behind your back, and then those cuffs are tied to the top of the stocks, so your movement is limited. You can't see what's going on behind you, but you know what's coming. And then—the tickling starts. Fingernails slowly dragged over your feet. One hand, and then the next, then both hands at once, centered in the middle of your arches. It starts, then stops, then starts again, then the fingers start tickling your toes as they arch up toward your body, trying in a futile effort to get away from the tickling fingers. You know all he wants is to hear you laugh.

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.

You knew what you were doing, asking for this all day. I'm just giving you what you want~~

Now, you remember your safeword darling?

Completely helpless, giggling like a little girl and hearing...

"Awww, your love buttons are soo hard, you're loving this!"

Your smile too wide, your laughter too strong to deny it. How embarassing, having to just lie there and take it while they finger and tickle your nipples.