Sassy Laughter

Like just imagine lotsss of navel-sensitive people have just gathered and are randomly paired up, and each have a turn at putting their belly button up against the hole and the other can do what they want to it, and there's tools provided and fuuuuuck. You could also sign up based on what you want and be paired up that way, like some people might only wanna be licked/pleasured while others would wanna be tortured etc. As a navel switch it's my actual dream ahaha just imagine both being able to put your belly button up into an opening and have a stranger just get you off, and then be presented by their belly button and then have the chance to get THEM off

A demo/contest area where you can go head-to-head seeing whom can get a person off the fastest—with just navel play. Could be entered in pairs, or could be random. There are volunteers laying on cots and people can step right up, pick their favourite navel, and go head-to-head to see whom can pleasure theirs the fastest/most. Ranked by moans? Squirms? Climaxing?

I'd totally sign up to be pleasured.

Now...which would you choose? There's that really deep innie over to my right. The shallow divot to my left. Somewhere over yonder is the most obvious outie I've ever seen. And there's that adorable ball-and-socket type. I squirm nervously, my arms behind my back to arch my tummy out—standard position we were told to take until being picked. I wonder if anyone will choose mine. It's kinda fleshy, the knot not exactly obvious, hidden in some pinhole crevasse slightly off-centre.

My navel is raw, pink-ish, with obvious signs that it was sucked out, tied off, and messed with enough to leave marks. Bruised. Blistered skin where the suction tools dug in. I squirm, self conscious. My navel may not look as pristine as the others in the line-up, but the sensitivity has been jacked up to 11 because it's so raw and bruised. We're forced to have our tums visible as we wait in the line-up for someone to pick us, and the exposure to ambient temperatures is stirring things up in my guts, cool air ghosting over my burning navel. It's sensitive, alright. Part of the reason I was glad to volunteer for this booth is because we have to have our navels out. The fabric of my shirt rubbing against it was starting to legit burn every time it came in contact with the raw bits at random while going about my day.

I glance over at the prominent outie on display a little ways over, wondering whether they've experienced a similar sensation. Does fabric chaff their outie? Do they need to apply a salve or cover it up with a bandaid every so often?

Imagine now there’s a person who loves to make you suffer and knows how unbearably ticklish you are and how much you hate bring tickled, how much you panic for being tickled, and even if he doesn’t know if you can feel his merciless and slow torture, he raises your arms and start tickling you everywhere with methodical sadism. He notices your EEG changing and he gets your suffering. Your body is totally impassible, but yo you are suffering, screaming in your mind, you freak out, you’re totally in rage, you don’t understand why he’s so obsessed in tickling you, you panic several times and you wish you have died in that car accident.

She sounds like she's crying....