Desperately Ticklish

Going so painfully slow as to drive you crazy with your body's need to submit and surrender to the *brush-brush-brushing*

the feather passes over your sensitive skin, your body trembling as i watch you get more and more aroused. i have unlimited tools, able to use a pump to get you swollen up. only to tickle thay sensitive areas until you're laughinf and moaning at the same time. you tell me you'll tell the truth after you get desperate to cum. i tell you you'll get another chance when the timer goes off.

it feels like it'll never end. just my tools. makeup brush of the vibrating and stationary kinds, many different types of feathers, paintbrushes, plenty of lube to keep the sensation strong. when you're close enough, i edge you with a vibe, let you come down, and then tickle you again. it only makes you more sensitive. pure sensation. endless.

once the timer goes, i say, "wow, you got this worked up only after 10 minutes. are you willing to tell the truth now?"

when you try to insist to tell the truth, i tell you i believe you will.

and i ask you a question you can't possibly know the answer to, but tell you, "i already know the answer, so don't lie to me~"

when you "don't" tell me the truth, i set the timer again, "you must really like this if you would lie to me again ... you love being tickled so much."

I'd just have to give her a reason to fix that attitude, no?

Slowly trace my nails along her thighs and over the swell of her ass, then back down again toward her knees..

Repeating this motion, spidering closer to that heat between her legs each time, but never touching

Eventually grazing my fingertips against the crease of her thighs on either side of that swollen cunt, tickling ever so softly...

"Gonna tell me why you were misbehaving all day? I'll stay riiiight here until you're ready to apologize.

Oh, you just needed my attention?

Then say please"

Of course, that attention might be given in the form of edging that sweet pussy with a makeup brush until I get a few more pleases and sorries 🤭

thing is ... i think now, my nipples are sensitive. when i touch them it jolts straight to my clit. Especially when i lightly trace, pinch, or tickle them myself. they have a tendency to get really, really sensitive when i'm ovulating, to the point i can feel them against my shirt. that place where the lower breast reaches the ribs is one of the few places that brings a shivery gasp out of me because it's so ticklish when i'm self tickling.

but i promise, they're not too sensitive. or so i claim. i wouldn't feel much at all. i doubt they're even ticklish.

oh- yeah, you can try to prove me wrong. sure, put my wrists in cuffs above my head, just in case it enhances sensation, yeah?

Slowly.. softly.. driving you out of your mind..

And into a delightfully pleasurable pit of depravity 🐺

What's that sweetheart? '.. more.. please?''

The cruelty of being tied to the gyno chair and having a gloved medical professional who knows about your fetish "inspect your health" by softly running her fingers up and down your ticklish lips and get you dripping wet while he makes you laugh.

Obsessively going up... and down... up... and down... letting you know what a good job you're doing as xhe's milking you breathless, ignoring your pathetic attempts at begging at the straps that "are there for your own safety".

Condescendingly telling you that you're such a good girl as she carefully positions her hand to "accidentally" finger you, just a little, and send you over the edge, gleefully smiling as you drench her gloves, over and over and over again.

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The Tiny tentacle monster that crawls inside the locked room of a straitjacketed patient, attaches to her clit and gives her the most sleepless night of unfullfilled, constant edging with its constant teasing.

The next morning, her eyes are squinting, her stomach tense. She's twitching, squirming and thrashing in her bed all night the effects of the tentacle monster's engulfing of her clit and subsequent feasting.

The bitchy orderly entered the room, plastic medicine cup in hand, about to undo the restraints around her patient's ankles. "Cmon, let's go, I don't have all day".

Her eyes still closed, all she could do was nod, focusing all her restraint on what's happening below deck. Not to cum.

Taking any opportunity to flex what little power she has, the orderly lifted her fingers off the cuff lock and placed two of them on her soles, gently scratching up and down. "Cmonnn, you sure you wanna act like that?"

Throwing the poor girl's senses into complete disarray, she tried to resist the shocking new sensation. In response, the pill cup was put down, and two sets of fingers found themselves dancing up and down her soles, her lips curling into an unwanted smile.

"Nnno, dddon'ttt"

"Don't make this more difficult than it has to be, or..." a silent, yet screaming threat of the fingers previously on her soles, now ascending her heels, ankles, shins, knees, the clear threat of escalation.

The tentacle monster was becoming agitated from all the movement, the shaking. Beginning to awaken and move around.

"Nnnnnnooo, you don't underrrsstanddd"

"Ohhh, I understand, you testy little time waster. I understand you need a little attitude adjustment."

Grabbing and squeezing between her thighs, the ticklish sensations made the poor girl jolt and start squirming. The tentacle monster's voracious mouth engulfed her clit and began sucking on it, its tentacles tickling the slit of her pussy, as if trying to coax it to invite them in.

"STOP, STOP, STOP"

"No♥️, No♥️, No♥️," She was enjoying herself now. The joy of seeing the restrained girl's body squirm, submitting to her fingers, or so she thought.

The orderly manhandled her hips, holding them in place with one hand, the other feeling out, finding and gently tickle-squeezing at her victim's hip and thigh tendons.

The shrieking, the thrashing, the breaking into helpless forced laughter. All motivating the tentacle monster to suck on that needy little red button, its appendages opening up then splaying her engorged pussy, entering and tickling it all wet.

It detached itself from her clit, centering its mouth on her soaked pussy, the tentacles tickling the insides while its smooth, phallic tongue tasted them, feasting upon her hormones and triggering little orgasmic explosions on every single pleasure nerve upon its penetration.

She *saw* it. That sharp sudden intake of breath, that looks just a bit different to that of laughter?

"Are you... getting off to this? Huh?" Squeezing faster, "Is this making you cum? You little pervert? "

Barely catching her breath, unable to vocalize a single word from the intense feelings of both tickling and pleasure, she could only look at her with a pathetic look of tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Where is it?" One hand remained tickling her hip bones and thigh tendons, the other searched, over the crotch guard of her straitjacket. And found IT.

Sneaking her fingers in, and tickling her swollen clit's over her underwear.

"Is this the spot? Is this what's making you cum? Here? Right here? Yeah? Yeahh?" No matter how hard she tried to buck and get her off, the orderly's fingers firmly glued on top of her ticklish clit, wearing the most self-satisfied, sadistic smile. Knowing she's about to Cum.

She leaned back, eyes rolled to the back of her head and surrendering herself to the most intense double-teaming ticklegasm of her life. The orderly, tickle torturing and masturbating her. The monster, spreading her wide open, tickling, licking and fucking her insides.

Too sensitive to have her perfect body worshipped 🤭

but her friend can't resist, and decides to drive her crazy with the most gentle, softly teasing tickles 🌸

Then playing the cruel little tickle-tickle game of finding out which lip is more ticklish, which gets drenched faster if you trace it along the outside.

I sit there imagining what this stranger will do to me now that I’m fully exposed. My mind races wondering what will happen to me…but it looks like it won’t take me too long to figure that out after my capturer walks back into the room holding a camera and a stand for it. They smirk to themselves as they set the camera in front of me. Once they finish they turn to me and chuckle softly before telling me that they are a massive fan of my blog and enjoyed all of my clit tickling posts. They’ve always wanted a tickle toy with a ticklish clit who they could torture and so they picked me to be their play thing. They explain to me that there are other people who would pay good money to get their hands on a tickle toy like myself so my capturer wishes to livestream my impending tickle torture to those people and see how much money he could get from them.

I beg for them to let me go and that I’ll let them tickle me but not to broadcast it but it was all in vain as they tell me that I’m in no position to of power to demand for my release. All they want to do is break me and mold me into their personal tickle toy. As they finish speaking they turn around and start the livestream. They tell the audience that they’ve caught quite the catch and couldn’t wait to show them how ticklish I was. They walk on over to me and pull out a box from a nearby table, as they grab the box they open it to show me their collection of tickle tools, they pull out a stiff yet soft feather from it and twirl it around in front of me before squatting down and spreading my lips apart.

My capturer mentions how pretty my little button was before softly dragging their feather down my bud. I can’t help but squirm and hold back my voice as they coo to their audience how sensitive I am. My cheeks flush red in embarrassment as this stranger toys around with my clit and I have a bunch of people watching me getting tickled. My capturer notices I’m trying hard to not give them a reaction so they put down the feather and pick up an small bottle of arousal gel and put a small amount of that gel on my clit. It felt cold as they applied it on me but as soon as they finished I could feel that cold sensation turn hot. My clit felt hotter and tingly as the gel started to activate. I buck my hips to try to get rid of that feeling but the cold air only made it worse I could feel my clit getting more and more aroused. The kidnapper enjoyed my reaction and mentioned that they could help me but I’d have to ask them to tickle me. I didn’t want to give into their demand but I needed someone or something to touch my throbbing clit and so i shyly asked them to tickle my needy clit. Before they could give me any kind of relief they turn to the camera and ask the audience if they should do it. Multiple comments pop up on their phone saying they wanna see me get tickle tortured. With that response coming from their stream they comply and pull out an electric toothbrush and turn it on. They took that brush and started circling it around my clit.

The feeling of those bristles spinning around my hypersensitive clit drove me insane. My body felt like it was being hit with electricity as the feeling of intense pleasure and ticklish feeling course through my swollen bud. I throw my head back as I laugh hysterically to their tickle torture. I couldn’t handle that electric toothbrush dancing around my clit as my capturer teased me for enjoying my ticklish torment. My pussy got wetter by the second as the mix of ticklish pleasure took over my mind. All I could focus on was my poor clit being mercilessly tickled for god knows how long. The audience cheered on for my capturer to keep going until I climaxed. Luckily it wouldn’t take long for them to see that as I begged to cum. The constant stimulation was so mind numbingly good that I craved for some kind of release and so my capturer gave it to me. My body jolted as my orgasm hit me, i moaned loudly and arched my back, as that toothbrush quickly circled around my wet clit.

After I came my capturer gives me a minute to regain my senses before they gently raise my chin up and tell me that they aren’t done. They raise their phone to show me multiple donations were asking for my kidnapper to continue tickling me. Many of them have suggestions of what they would like to be used to tickle my clit. Some even paid good money to appear on the stream and tickle me in person. My capturer told me that as long as there’s an audience that wants to watch me and tickle torture me then I’ll continue to be tickled relentlessly. Before I could say anything my capturer grabbed their electric toothbrush and returned to tickling my sensitive clit.

Ambushing you after a week of gruelling overtime and tying you on top of the living room table with newly bought bondage gear

"You've been working so much lately you haven't even had any time to *yourself*, have you?"

Suddenly reaching inside your underwear and proceeding to ticklishly masturbate you while holding a hand over your mouth and ignoring anything you try to say, until you can no longer form coherent words anymore.

"Ssshhh, ssshhh, It's okay, I'll take care of it."

Watching your tummy contract faster and faster in response to their fingers, taking it as a sign that they've made you needy enough to start tickling you worse and worse.

Randomly fingering you for all of 3 seconds at a time, just to make sure you can't even begin to think straight, giggling at your helplessness and condescendingly calling you "good girl" when your body betrays you by squeezing their fingers.

Looking into your eyes, lips dripping with arrogance "You're so pent up, are you gonna cum for me? I know you want toooo, coochie coochie coo~~" as their fingers move in a "tickle-tickle-tickle" motion inside of you and their gagging hand moves away, doing the exact same thing to your needy clit.

A self satisfied smirk when they hear your animalistic moans mixed with desperate and submissive laughter, your body unable to hold back and can't help but burst all over them.

Tell me my 3 little nubs were made to be ticked. I mean, why else would there be soooo many nerve endings in JUST those 3 spots? Because girls were made to be punished by tickles! Isn’t that fascinating? There just had to be a way to keep girls in line, and who knew that touching a little tiny pink nub would bring a grown woman to begging? Tell me how cute they are. Something so small controls so much.

I’m embarrassing you in public? Well, the punishment for that would probably be to pull up my top and punish my nipples until I learn to behave. No matter who stops and stares, points, records, or laughs. If they ask, tell them gently but firmly that my little titties deserve them, maybe even ask if they want to help.