It starts with anticipation... Your heart beating fast as they strap you down, your eyes slightly wide watching their every movement. And when you realise that you can't move much, your body feels ten times more sensitive than before. A single sweat drop trickles down your forehead as they prepare to begin.
Then, a warm feeling spreading from the tips of their wiggling fingers to your chest, as you feel the first drags of their nails on your spots. Your body reacts instantly. It tenses momentarily and pulls on the bonds that keep you in place. But you aren't really trying to get away... You're in this position willingly, after all.
As their fingers speed up a bit, the ticklish feeling becomes more intense forcing your mouth open, and the first giggles burst through, like water in cracked dam. Your giggles are a bit strained, still, as if you're trying to keep them in. But there's no point.
The grin on their face turns wicked as they really get into it. Using precise, targeted strokes on your most ticklish spots. Your giggles turn into full blown laughter now. Uncontrollable and free, since you've stopped trying to stay silent. It really tickles. But that warm feeling hasn't left your chest. Even as your reactions turn more wild, your face shows a hint of desperation and your limbs try to get free, you're still loving this. They keep you in this state for a while... Skillfully targeting the spots that they know will drive you crazy. And just when you're on the edge, they ease up again.
Your laughter dies down, turning into a mixture of soft giggles and breathless pants. The calm before the storm...
Cause it's time for the final part of your "torment". They paused just to get the tools... You know which ones. And they do too.
They start abruptly, forcing a yelp followed by a scream, as your body tenses again. And that's when the first pleas come out... Your face turns bright red, your voice gets more desperate and your laughter burst through. Hysterical and eventually, desperate...
You keep begging, asking for mercy or a respite.
Yet, that feeling is still there... Now mixed with your sweet desperation, that warmth never left... That feeling... That feeling is exactly why you're a lee.
