Fluffy. the.Fox

Can you feel that feather on your tummy? 

Gliding in soft patterns as you squirm and try to get just one of your hands free. 

The tingles spreading through your torso and a shiver going down your spine.

Goosebumps forming on your arms, your whole body tensing up from such a small little thing.

Your toes are curling and the wrap is tightening around your writhing legs. 

“You gotta stop smoking 🍃. It makes you too ticklish!”

This is the best “stop smoking 🍃” PSA I’ve ever seen 😂 I don’t think it would’ve worked on me tho.

Spread in the X position across your own bed, each arm and leg tied to each edge of the bed with a sturdy leather handcuff, blindfold wrapped tightly around your eyes so today's torture will be a suprise~

Every sensation boosted to an extreme, as you are kept in the dark, not having a clue where and how I will attack~

Maybe I will sit down over your sides and crawl my fingers over your bare sides as you so desperately try to wiggle from side to side, trying to evade my touch without much of a success~

In whatever direction your body swings my cruel fingers follow, dancing along that sensitive skin~

Or maybe I should turn around and instead press my thumbs into your inner tights?~ Really drive you insane as I dig my fingers and slide them up and down as your legs kick and try to close before me, everything to just get rid of the horrible ticklish sensation~

Oh I know all those scenarios are making you feel hot all over, your face drowning in a wave of a pink blush, those toes instinctively clutching your socks just for the chance of me not getting rid of them right of the way~

But maybe just maybe I want to be real cruel with you, take it slow.

Start with your neck sliding a nice soft feather over it as I hold your chin up forcing you to take it all as you already begin to snicker and giggle slowly breaking the thin facade of being so tough~

This soft snake of a feather will then slowly make it way down to your chest, gently and so carefully glide over your ribs like walking down a ladder, before it slides off your sensitive sides and legs only to end up on your trembling foot, gracefully sliding through your toes and then down the whole length of your sole before it all repeats again~

Again and again untill you admit that the torture made of oils and brushes, mean pinwheels and gags is much better than this slow hell of soft touches and whispered teases~

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NOW NOW GIMME A SECOND AND HEAR ME OUT.

An obby or a parkour course on ANY game. You're sat on a chair with the ler behind it, hands under the arms hole things (or above) and ANY and EVERY time you fall you just get the living daylights tickled out of you until you finish the obby/course.

I need it

You’ve got your lee pinned—writhing, breathless, already blushing a mess—and your fingers find that spot. That wickedly sensitive, hyper-ticklish spot that turns them into putty the second you so much as hover over it.

They arch, like instinct alone could save them. Back off the bed, toes curled, gasping through laughter they can’t even try to control. And then they drop—slam back down into the mattress, squealing, babbling, already losing it.

You lean in, grip firm, voice low and smug against their ear:

"No, no. You're not getting away from me."

And then? You don’t let up. You double down.

That same spot, over and over, until their mind's blank and their body's trembling from nothing but overstimulation and your attention. They’re wrecked. They’re yours. And they know it.