Tickles For All Fancies

Tightly mummified and completely cut off—blindfolded, gagged, and lost in total sensory deprivation.

Her own words about being extremely ticklish in nylons set the stage… and her nylon feet in the stocks do the rest.

No concerns, no worries, nothing to do but to lay there and let me play with you. It’d be so easy. So simple. You just get to laugh for me forever and ever.

It’s where you belong, really. Here. With me. You’ll never be alone. You’ll never feel worthless - in fact, you’d be my greatest treasure. Not a day would go by where you aren’t worshipped. Not a day you’d go without my attention.

No fears, no worries. Nothing you need to think about except how much it tickles.

You want it. I know you do. Just say the word and it can be yours. All you have to do is give in. Give up your life of toil and fear for one of laughter and joy.

Three different angles of t-word hell on earth 😩😨😳

Laying there… slowly getting stretched out.. riddled with anticipation for what’s to come.. hearing the sound of the ratchet straps getting tightened… seeing the ler gang looming over me waiting to pounce..!!!.!!.!!. AHFJFLA 😵‍💫😵🥴🫠