I have a crippling tickling addiction

After an exceedingly thorough feet pampering, just when you think it was finally over..

perv girls who are not shy of saying you can hurt them so you can be rough

perv girls who cry when they cum

perv girls that put your fingers on their mouth

perv girls who get mad when you don’t put it in

perv girls who tease you in public

perv girls who give the remote of their toy

perv girls who use the shortest skirt to a date

I really want to constantly edge someone while absolutely mercilessly wrecking them with tickling. When they're absolutely begging for release, I will give them the release. And again. And again. And again.

Getting pretty sensitive there, hm? What a shame, because I don't plan on stopping the tickling. You know what? Just for being this greedy and wanting to cum in the first place, let's start with some overstimming on top of that.

That's all it takes. To lose everything. One finger.

When I grab you with my overwhelming strength, when I sit you down in the chair and start actively taping your body to it, regardless of your pathetic attempts to stop me.

When I leave your arms free, unbound, as the rest of your body is securely tied. You think you can do something, that you have a chance.

When I lift them behind your head, place my arm between your neck and your own two, holding them up and preventing you from lowering them, your armpits exposed.

And...

One finger. Trailing. Softly.

You panic. "No, no, st-" Trailing. Softly. You're trying not to laugh.

*Scratch-scratch.*

You fail. Aww.

It's just one finger. But it's staying there. Scratching away at your willpower.

You're struggling, trying to escape. But I'm too strong. It's still *there*. You're giggling, trying to shut it out, but it's impossible. Still *there*.

First, you're pleading. Then, you're cursing. It changes nothing though.

There are no words spoken. Just immovable, overwhelming force holding your arms back, stretching that armpit out, oh so sensitive.

Merely a teeny finger, doing a pathetically weak little motion. Just a little curling, over and over.

*scratch-scratch*

Your pleading gives way to girlish giggles then full on helpless laughter. Such a small thing, doing such a tiny movement and inspiring so much terror.

You're getting all hot and bothered from struggling, starting to sweat from the useless panicked efforts of escaping it.

But it's right *there*. Riiight on that stretched little armpit. It's not going anywhere and it's only doing One. Single. Motion.

*scratch-scratch*

It affects you that much, huh? Won't be long before you're begging, either. Promising me *anything* if I just stop. "Anything!!! Anything!!!"

*scratch-scratch*

Isn't it incredible, how I can manipulate your body so easily into betraying you? How I can reduce you to a giggling little beggar willing to say and do anything for a little relief, with just a finger? That's all it takes to strip you of all your dignity.