tickle, tickle

mēn do not interact!!

4 pheelox ;))))

You pleaded with me, all those teasy pictures of your soles strategically placed in vulnerable positions, the gifs of you stood up tall, stretching your arms high above your head as your little shirt rises above your belly button. You can’t fool me, you want this. You’re loving this aren’t you? My fingers squeezing along your sides as you pull at your restraints, it’s futile. You’re my tickle toy now. You look so beautiful when you cry. Your voice hoarse from screaming as my nails scratch ever so slowly against your sensitive soles. They’re so soft, I just want to run my nails across them all day. You should be so pretty if you didn’t want to be tortured. Maybe if you stop screaming I’ll stop, but what would be the fun in that? Suffer for me and I’ll call you a good girl.

But Ler A ties me up and teaches Ler B how to be an evil Ler by doing horrible, unspeakable things to all my ticklish spots. And the eventually I have two people who wreck the fuck out of me and Ler B is no longer any hope of mercy.

Three day weekend…..