Apr 28, 2025
… Tickling punishment she deserved …
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… Tickling punishment she deserved …
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I yearn to make someone itchy, some lucky lady who likes being tied up and punished a little. I’d like to tie her up and put some itching powder where her lips transition into her mons, and leave it there, for her to tense her hands with the unattainable urge to scratch and her legs to strain in an attempt to close
Metal is your communicator back online yet? The commotion Amy went to investigate was your dad attacking Shadow. Shadow was there to get the chaos emerald your dad found, probably for his own purposes but also because your dad was going to use it to level the island. Basically he's hurting family again and since you're stuck there the best you can do is yell at him for it for now.
*Metal reads your ask, then lowers his gaze, focusing on tuning his communicator. It's a bit fuzzy, but it works. He finds Eggman's frequency* ... Father.
What? Oh! Metal! Thank chaos you're online. I need you to look up how to get rid of itching powder. The dang computers are down, so Stone can't look it up himself.
You attacked my family.
What?? I'm your family! Those blasted hedgehogs broke in!!
We talked about this. Did you hurt Amy?
No, she hurt me!
Did you hurt Shadow?
... Well yes, but-
*Metal cuts him off by emitting a contstant, piercing beep sound. He doesn't stop*
AAGH!! Metal, what the hell are you doing??
*He keeps doing it. If he can't do anything but talk, at least he can annoy his dad and give him a headache*
Witch girl who puts an itching spell on your feet and only gets rid of it if you visit her and politely ask her to tickle you (she's just going to cast the spell again when she's had her fun (the spell is gonna be extra strong if you don't say thank you for the tickling and the itching))
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Bully Tech Bracket! Round 1
Kick me sign/body writing
Itching powder
that itching powder in a straitjacket image set was so fucking good
缪缪虽然有点屑屑但可爱捏，画点攒劲的。
Can I request a piece with itching powder as a torture/punishment method?
Definitely! I don't really know much about itching powder, so I had to do some research for this one lol. I did also try to google what would happen if someone inhaled itching powder, but I couldn't find anything, so it's probably not great.
Also, I officially suck at answering asks. Please forgive 😅
TW: Itching powder, pet whump, degrading language/insults, reference to past knife torture, restrained
"Stupid pet." Whumper made a move to hit Whumpee, but stopped short. "Y'know, I don't think hitting you is causing you to learn anything new. Is it, pet?"
Whumpee looked up at their master from where they knelt on the floor, confused by the question. Was it a trick? If they said they were, they'd be accused of disrespect and back talking for sure, but if they said they weren't... was something worse coming?
"It's a rhetorical question, pet. You needn't look so stressed over trying to find the right answer. Come." Whumper began to walk away, Whumpee following on hands and knees.
"Take your shirt off." Whumper ordered. Whumpee complied. "Sit." Whumper gestured lazily to a chair with fixed restraints. Whumpee recognized it as the chair Whumper sometimes used to hold them while they cut them.
Whumpee shakily climbed into the chair, fighting the urge to beg.
"Calm down, pet. The knives are put away." Whumper closed the restraints over Whumpee’s wrists and ankles. They picked up a powder bottle.
What is that? Whumpee started to squirm in the chair.
"Sit still. You don't want this to accidentally get in your eyes or mouth."
Immediately, Whumpee went still, a low whine sounding from the back of their throat. A silent question. A plea for mercy.
"No." Was all Whumper said as they carefully poured the powder into their gloved hand.
Whumpee pressed back into the chair as Whumper spread the powder over their exposed skin.
At first, Whumpee still didn't know what the powder was supposed to do, but then it started itching. For a few minutes, it wasn't bad, just a little uncomfortable, but it was getting worse.
Whumpee started to squirm again, whining.
"Uncomfortable? Good. Maybe next time you'll think twice before acting like you haven't been housebroken. I'll be back to check on you later." Whumper walked out, leaving Whumpee in the chair, starting to writhe as the itching got steadily worse and they could do nothing about it.