#feettickles

Make them melt while tickling them.

Do different things with each hand, one gently soothes them while the other tickles them silly.

One hand strokes their hair while the other tickles their tummy.

One hand rubs comforting circles on their shoulder or chest while the other spiders in an armpit.

One hand strokes their face while the other swirls a finger in their bellybutton.

One hand squeezes their hand as the other rakes up and down a foot.

One hand cuddles them into you while the other scribbles their hips.

You whisper gentle reassurances in their ear as you wrap both arms around them to tickle their ribs.

Choose a show for me darling. Anything you like, I don't mind. And come lay on me... you said you we're in a Lee mood, right?

Pick a tickle spot. And put it in my lap. Lay on the other side of the sofa and give me those pretty feet if you like. Or lay across my lap and give me that ticklish tummy. You can give me those sensitive armpits if you like, if you can keep those arms up. We'll get that spot nice and exposed. Socks off. Shirt rolled up, maybe taken off if you're feeling brave...

Then we press play. And I start to touch you. Maddeningly slowly. Gently. Relentlessly. A single finger stroking up and down those bare soles, swirling round those sensitive pits, tracing up and down those soft sides or across that tickly tummy, maybe even swirling around that pretty bellybutton... if you like.

That's all. One finger. One spot. For the full duration of the show. Now... if you wriggle too much, or if you make a noise, we'll have to rewind it. Can't be missing any important plot points can we? Just a single finger, tracing a spot you chose... for the full duration of a show you chose... for your sake I hope the episodes aren't too long 😉 you got yourself in this situation remember sweetheart 😘

That's all. I'll put it on the timer here, see. Just 5 minutes of sweet tickles, you can handle that, can't you?

Arms up. So good for me, aren't you? We'll get you nicely tied down. You look so pretty like this. Here's how it's gonna go. One minute of each. Armpits. Ribs/sides. Tummy/Hips. Legs. Feet. That's all.

Now here's the catch. Eyes on me, sweetheart.

That's it. Let me see that pretty face. I want you to look at me as I tickle your pretty body. I want to watch that blush grow on your face, see how flustered you are, see how those eyes widen as you giggle and squirm under me. And I want you to see how much I enjoy taking you apart. How much I revel in coaxing every ticklish reaction out of you.

Eyes on me. As I start to spider my nails down your wrists, each second getting closer and closer to those helpless, stretched out pits? Does it tickle, darling? Yeah? Good, we're just getting started.

I haven't posted much about facedown tickles, because with them, I can't see my lee's pretty smile. I can't see your eyes widen as my fingers get close to a tickle spot. I can't make you look at me as I praise you and watch your cheeks flush red.

But what I can do instead is equally good... I can straddle your back and lean right down over you, blowing in your ears and whispering teases as my fingers glide down your arms. Aww, do you feel all vulnerable, darling? You can't see where my tickly fingers are going, can you? That's okay, you don't have to see it to feel it... you can just enjoy the surprise.

I can hook my fingers into those pretty armpits... I can't hear what you're saying lovely, you're giggling right into that pillow, I whisper right in your ear. I can torment those poor pits for as long as I see fit, sliding my nails all around the sensitive skin in there. And I can tickle tickle up to these ears and this neck too. Your head isn't as mobile you see, with your face hidden in that pillow... makes it harder to squirm.

Then I can spider all down this vulnerable back. For some, that would usually be relaxing, but I promise you, when you feel so vulnerable and can sense the impending tickles, it'll feel ticklish regardless of how sensitive you are. Up and down, really getting those nerves firing. So giggly, aren't you, sweetheart? I can hear those pretty giggles even with a pillow in the way. So good for me.

Then I'd lean down again, back to whispering in the ears as my fingers sneak round to those ribs. Awww, you can barely squirm with my laying on you like this, can you? I can see how hard you're trying. My nails dance between those ribs, lingering at the spot that connects the ribs and armpits, that always makes pretty lees squeal. Does it tickle, sweetheart? Aww I think it might, I can just see those ears turning red. You're so good for me, blushing even though I can't see you... you're doing so well!

Then my nails crawl down to those sides. I'm still there, right in your ear, my warm breath tickling as I tease you about how squirmy you are under my ticklish touch. Such sensitive skin... awww poor baby, you're shaking because you've just got nowhere to go. All that tickly energy and nowhere to squirm to. My fingers tease every inch of those ticklish sides before sneaking down to the hips.

These ones are fun, you can hook the nails around into those little hip pockets from behind. And the backs of the hips are surprisingly sensitive to spidery nails. I can hear those feet kicking against the bed as much as they can... which isn't much. I'll put a stop to that soon. But for now you look so pretty squealing into that pillow and wriggling against the mattress as I get these hips.

Then I sit up and glide down to the backs of those thighs. Always super soft, always sensitive. See, the backs of the legs are rarely touched in day to day life... they're certainly gonna get their fair share now. I sit on the backs of those calves, keeping the thighs in place in my fingers spider up and down. They tickle every inch of skin, which one tickles more, hmm? The outside or the inside of these pretty thighs? I wonder... I can feel every muscle tensing under me, darling. It must tickle so much, hmm? You're doing so well my darling, so good for me.

Then down a bit further, to the backs of these knees, making sure to slide those nails around the sides so you don't get too used to the same sensation. What's that, sweetheart? Those are pretty giggles for me, aren't they. I love hearing you laugh, so I'll just tickle tickle over these knees a little more... that's it, let those giggles out for me. So tickly, aren't we?

Then I stand, and hear your breath hitch in anticipation. I slowly crawl my nails down those calves. Begging already? Can you tell what's coming next, sweetheart? Yes, I'm tickling down, down, down, to those ticklish feet. I spider around the ankles for a while, letting the anticipation really build as I sit back down on those calves, stopping the kicking. That laughter is so lovely darling. You're just ticklish everywhere, aren't you? These ankles must be so sensitive to have you fighting like this... or maybe

Its those feet. Facedown foot tickles feel so vulnerable don't they? You can't see me, but you can feel my nails raking all over those helpless soles. I seem like a world away, don't I darling, but I'm right here. I've got you, you're so safe under my fingers, and so beautifully ticklish for me. I hold one foot still as I worm my fingers under those toes, listening to your muffled squeals, watching how your other foot reacts to my touch. The free foot gives it all away, you see. Does it shake? Do the toes scrunch? Does it flail helplessly as it's pair is wrecked by tickles? It doesn't know its betraying it's pair. And it doesn't know it's sealing itself the same tickly fate.

I take the other foot and repeat the process. Aww I know, darling, it tickles so badly, doesn't it? You're taking it so well for me. Almost there, you can do it. I watch that poor foot succumb to the tickles, and hear your muffled squeals and pleads before I finally stand up.

You can't see me. You can't hear me. Maybe... I should toy with you. Just a little bit more. You feel a flutter on your side. Some nails dancing in the opposite armpit. You feel some spiders against your hip, at the back of your knee, against your ear, one right after the other, no way to predict what's coming next, no way to prepare for the tickles as they touch down on your helpless skin. You squeak, and squirm, and writhe, and beg.

Oh no, that would be so easy. I want to break you, in the softest of ways. I want you so eager to take those tickles that you're practically tying yourself up for me. I want to tease you so much that your mind is reeling from anticipation alone. I want you too flustered to speak, blushing, babbling, incoherent before I even get you under me.

I want to cuddle you, to stroke your hair, to rub your back, to have you snuggled into me, feeling your brain already checking out before the session even starts, knowing full well that you're safe and cared for. I want you hiding in my neck as I whisper to you about how I'm going to tickle you, about how I'm not going to leave an inch of that sensitive skin unexplored. I want to feel your breath hitch against my neck, feel you shiver, hear you whine. Until you're desperate for it. When the only thing left in your mind is "please tickle me", that's when we'll begin.

By this point, your nerves will be on fire from anticipation alone. Your senses will be so heightened by the teasing, the praise, the fact you've already completely melted for me. Safe. Cared for. Valued. No thoughts at all except for how much its going to tickle. You'll lay down for me and snuggle in as my wriggling fingers hover above your body. I'll watch your responses as those ghost tickles cover your body, making a mental note of the spots that make you gasp, make your eyes widen, make you bite your lip. I'll hold you closer, and my fingers will touch down.

And oh I'll be meticulous. I'll tie/hold you down and keep cuddling you as my fingers start to explore, feather light. Feel you melt into my arms as you start to giggle and squirm. I'll praise your beautiful reactions, tell you how pretty you look all vulnerable for me, how pretty you sound giggling and whining for me. I'll tell you how good you're being, how well you're taking it, how much I know it must tickle.

My fingers will explore every last spot, tickle tickling the world away. They'll glide across your palms, down your wrists and arms, into those armpits. They'll spider across your neck, your shoulders, your ears. They'll dance across your chest, and over each and every rib. They'll slitter down those squirmy sides, across that tickly tummy, into that bellybutton and down to those hips. And I'll hold you, praise you, comfort you throughout. So ticklish. So pretty. So good.

Then they'll move down to those thighs, spidering across every inch, lingering at spots that get a particularly adorable reaction. They'll spider across those knees, down those shins, around those ankles and to those feet. They'll scribble across those soles, the arches the heels, they'll slide between each toe. They'll keep going, keep tickling until you're absolutely lost in that sweet ticklish sensation, my voice, encouraging and steady, offering consistent praise, reassurance and sweet teasing being the only thing keeping you somewhat tethered to the present.

Then I'll lay you on your tummy and the process will start again. The backs of those legs, that defenseless back, those sides and armpits from the back just feel all the more flustering. I'd lay beside you again, whispering right into your ear as my fingers coax out every little ticklish reaction you can muster. The squirming, the shaking, the sounds of helpless laughter. Then I'd go back to the most ticklish spot of all. Just stay there for a little while, praising you so gently until I see those pretty eyes glaze over, your brain just turned to mush.

Underrated. Tickling over the clothes first and then sliding your nails underneath and watching the reactions as they realise its So. Much. Worse. The laughter pitches up, the begging starts, they start to struggle a little more... adorable 😘

Bonus points if you can build the anticipation. Those gorgeous moments where you make them watch as you roll up their shirt, or peel off their socks, or pull down the waistband of their pants to get their hips 😉

Thinking about a lee with a major fawn response who thinks they've messed up. Maybe they've broken a glass or a mug. Maybe they've spilled some food on the carpet. And they're panicking. Their eyes get all wide immediately and the only words they can manage to force out are "I'm sorry."

I reassure them, of course. "It's okay, darling, accidents happen! It's just stuff, it's fixable. You're more important to me than anything I own." I see them soften, but they still look sad. Worried. A little tense. They're overthinking again.

I clear up the mess, and go and sit with them on the sofa. They're quiet. They won't look at me. They're biting their lip or picking at their nails.

"Hey. Eyes on me." I guide, a gentle hand on their shoulder or knee. They look over at me like a deer in the headlights. I continue, "It's alright, darling. I'm not angry, I'm not upset. Come here, you need a cuddle."

I'd gently pull them into me, and they don't resist, gratefully collapsing into my lap for some much needed comfort. I'd stroke their hair, kiss their forehead, and they melt into me. But there's still a sadness in their eyes.

"Sweetheart, I can see those cogs turning in that beautiful brain of yours. Let's turn them off, shall we?" I reassure. The hand that's resting on their side starts to move, my fingers gently gliding, tickling. They twitch and whine, hiding their face in my shoulder.

"Aww darling, I wanna see that pretty smile." I reassure, fingers gently scribbling against their sides. They're squirming under my touch now, trying to fight back giggles. But as my hand creeps under their shirt and my nails spider across their tummy, they finally let out a yelp and start to giggle.

"There is is, there's that smile," I tease gently, "can't overthink when the only thing you can concentrate on are the tickles. Such a tickly tummy, and there's those pretty giggles." I praise, making them flush red in my arms.

"So blushy, is someone flustered?" I ask, tickling higher and higher, taking their poor shirt with me. My nails dance over their ribs, grazing between each one as they continue their ascent, coaxing little squeals out of my adorable little Lee. I trap them, one of their arms behind me, the other held gently above their head. My nails creep up into that sensitive armpit, making them start to plead.

I alternate between pits, asking which one tickles more. I keep going, around 20 seconds on each, over and over. "Aww, are they both tickly, sweetheart? Do they both tickle?" My lee can barely giggle out a "yes", their feet kicking desperately on the sofa. "Uh oh. Do someone's pretty feet want to get in on the action, hmm?"

Suddenly, I move to the thighs, not giving my squirmy lee the chance to process the change. I squeeze and spider down their legs, outer thighs, inner thighs, paying special spidery attention to their knees. They squirm, but they don't try to escape. They're right where they want to be. I tease their twitching, tensing legs, all the way down, until my nails meet their ankles.

Sitting on their shins, I slowly rake my nails up and down their socked feet. Their toes scrunching in desperation, giggles pouring from their mouth. "It tickles! It tickles so badly!" They barely manage to giggle out. Little do they know its about to get worse.

Slowly, I start to remove their socks, exposing the heels first and dancing my nails over the exposed skin. "No, no, no, no!" The begging starts up. "Such pretty begging for me, you've got this, darling. And I've got you." I sooth, exposing and tickling at the arches, making my lee arch their back in response. "It's okay, sweetheart, you're doing so well." My gentle encouragement and praise pacifes them enough for me to peel the socks completely off, and begin spidering all the way up and down those sensitive soles.

"So squirmy and adorable for me! Look at these pretty toes scrunching! Are you gonna be brave and let me in there, hmm?" I smile fondly up at my lee, who's hiding their face in their hands. I'd usually make them look at me, but I'll let them regulate this time for what's about to come.

I carefully peel the toes back on one foot, and count down from 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... then start to scribble right underneath their helpless toes. I keep this up for a few seconds, before spidering over the whole taut foot, making them squeal and thrash under my ticklish touch.

"I know, darling. It tickles so much, doesn't it? You're being so good for me, nearly there." I praise, before repeating the process on the other foot.

Suddenly, I stand, grabbing my lee's ankles and dragging them down the sofa, so they're laying flat. I straddle them, pinning their wrists under my knees and exposing their tummy once more. They look at me, face red and eyes sparkling, a giggly smile still plastered on their face. I reach up and cup their cheek, stroking some hair out of their face. "There's that gorgeous smile. So pretty for me." I coo, one hand stroking their face as the other hand starts to stroke their tummy, making it quiver under the gentle touch.

They suck in as my nails trace round and round, starting to spider. The giggles begin to bubble out again and I add the other hand, ten spidering fingers on their cute tummy, scribbling down to the hips, up to the ribs. I take a second to pay special attention to their bellybutton, one hand scribbling over it while the other spiders across the sensitive lower tummy.

I'd lower down, mouth descending on their ticklish tummy. They squeal and wriggle under my grasp, but they're held tight. "So cute, darling. Such a pretty, ticklish tummy, I can't help myself." I tease, planting tickly kisses on their skin, peppering them all across the tummy as my fingers spider up and down the sides.

My lee writhes in my hold, I start to add nibbles against their tummy, and they arch their back into me, almost as if giving me themselves even more. I pull their pants down ever so sightly to expose those ticklish hips. I blow the odd raspberry, on the ribs... down the sides... over the bellybutton. I nibble their hips and tickle just above the waistband, and gently lick their bellybutton until they're a giggling, babbling mess.

I gaze up at them in adoration. They're bright red, laughter turning hoarse, and I notice a single ticklish tear roll down their cheek. I slow my fingers to a gentle caress across their tummy, just enough to keep them twitching.

"You're so beautiful like this, darling. You did so good for me." Gently, I brush that tear from their face and slow my fingers to a stop. I sit up, pulling them up with me and settling them back in my lap, placing their drink in their hands. They gulp it down and lean into me, catching their breath.

"I've got you, sweetheart. You did so well, I'm so proud of you." I soothe, rubbing their back and playing with their hair, "how we feeling now, hmm? We feeling a little less worried?"

They nod, cuddling into me. "Good. You never have to be scared with me. You matter to me more than any object ever could. Nothing can hurt you when you're here, especially never me. You're safe, okay? Safe and loved, no matter what."

That you're super easy to fluster...

That you've got the cutest giggle.

That you're super squirmy when you feel a bit sensitive.

That the word "tickle" makes you freeze and get butterflies in your tummy.

That hovering my fingers above that tummy will make your face all red.

That having that shirt rolled up makes you whine and wriggle.

That your pretty tummy quivers under the gentlest touch.

That asking you to hold your arms up will make your pretty eyes all wide.

That the anticipation of fingers gliding up your arms is enough to make you hide your face.

That having fingers tracing those armpits makes you giggle and squeal.

That spidery nails on your thighs and knees makes you weak.

That a single nail stroking up and down those feet can make your whole legs shake.

That you look so pretty when you're laughing.