#thightickles

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.

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 talk a lot about anticipation, and for good reason. Its the best way to make a lee super responsive from the get go. I also talk a lot about watching their face while you tease them, making them watch you, but obviously that doesn't work for facedown tickles. Anticipation for those looks a little different....

Aww what do we have here? A helpless ticklish lee with nowhere to go! I could just tickle you silly, couldn't I? But I wonder, where to start? I'd walk around you, letting you hear where I'm standing as the direction of my voice changes. I'd reach out my hands and hover them above your skin, the most responsive, most flustered, most ticklish lees will feel those ghost tickles above their skin. You'll see their muscles tense, and goosebumps form.

Should I tickle these stretched out armpits first, hmm? I'd lean over you and whisper right in your ear, watching you tense up. I'd listen hard to any reactions, any whining or squeaking, any anticipatory giggles slipping out. And I'd comment on them. Attention to detail is key.

Aww, pulling at those restraints are we? These pits must be ticklish! What about down these pretty ribs, hmm? Or these sides? I'd hover my nails over that skin, let you feel the proximity.

What was that, sweetheart? Did I hear a little whine? Aww, darling, you're just telling me all those little tickle spots, aren't you? Moving down now, towards the hips. You hear my voice get further away. Where am I? What am I going to do?

What if I just tickle tickled these hips, would you get all squirmy for me? Yeah? Aww I'm sure you would! You can hear the smile on my face in my voice, hear the teasing lilt of my tone.

Or maybe these thighs, the backs of the legs are always so sensitive, yeah, I saw that little kick! You're doing so well at telling me where you're ticklish sweetheart! You're not telling me? Of course you are, I can see you tensing up for me. I'd slow down even more, bide my time, watching you unravel before me, when I haven't even touched you yet.

I wonder how tense we'd get if I said I was gonna tickle these adorable feet! See, darling, you're curling those cute toes already, you're just too ticklish to help yourself, aren't you? I'd come and stand right by you again, whispering right into your ear.

Well that's okay, that's just what I like... and if I'm not mistaken I think you quite like it too. I'd gently touch down on your skin, ever so lightly dragging a single nail across each tickle spot. One across a foot, one down your side, one dipping into an armpit, one caressing the back of your knee. I'd do them as sporadically as possible, out of order, making you jump.

Look how beautifully jumpy and ticklish we are! So cute darling, can you feel those spots all tingling, hmm? Yeah? I'd come back to your ear, straddling you this time and leaning right over you, my hands gently stroking your wrists as I tease you. You know those nails are gonna start dragging down your wrists any time now, on their long and ticklish trek all the way into your armpits.

Aww I know, look how red those ears are, so blushy and flustered for me because you're just waiting for the tickles, you're being so good for me. I'd start to spider now. Jusy at the wrists. Letting you feel my nails on your skin.

Are you ready, hmm? Ready for these tickles to start? I've got you, darling, it's okay. My nails begin to move down those forearms, towards the elbows.

Let me hear those pretty giggles and squeaks and show me just how tickly you are.. tickle, tickle tickle... all down these arms. Aww, it tickles already? My nails brush against the upper arms, moving back and forth between your elbows and armpits, already making you shake with anticipation and ticklish sensation. My fingers brush just above those pits, and I hear you squeal beneath me.