i love it cause i love the idea of being tickled so intensely that youre just kinda in this loopy daze of giddiness. the kind where you lay there giggling, a dopey grin and droopy eyes as waves of adrenaline, dopamine, and serotonin wash over you

maybe the ler is just admiring their work, grinning as you lay there dazed and happy. you can still feel the tingling, the heightened sensitivity. , you cant stop giggling, your brain is buzzing

i especially love the threat of “im gonna tickle you stupid” or “im gonna tickle you until you cant comprehend anything else.”

i love the idea of being broken mentally by tickling. having every wall broken down until youre just a puddle of mirth.

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All right. There’s a lot of talk on here about foot massages turning to tickles, and those posts are phenomenal, but allow me to propose a similar scenario of my own:

After a long, stressful day, you’re laying down, just relaxing on a bed or a couch or whatever you prefer, when your ‘ler comes over, sits down beside you, and gently nudges your head into their lap. For a while, they gently card their fingers through your hair and massage your scalp, apparently just trying to help you relax, smiling fondly down at you all the while. But you, tickle-hungry little ‘lee that you are…of course, you’re hoping for a little bit more.

You don’t have to wait long - those soothing fingers get antsy pretty quickly. They start to stray from your scalp, skittering ever so lightly across the sides of your neck and tracing the shells of your ears. Streams of air are lightly blown across your sensitive neck, a precursor to fingertips tracing your jawline, your neck, and your collarbones. You’re submerged in a bubbly, tingly heaven of magical, enthralling sensation.

But you have to be careful…because those practiced nails have a habit of encircling and exploiting some of the most sensitive spots around your poor little neck, and if you give the tickle monster a giggle…well, naturally, then it’s going to want a laugh, and soon, you know you’ll be a giggling, flustered mess, pinned down by the weight of your ‘ler while their fingers wander elsewhere and your neck is treated to far more intense nuzzles and raspberries.

Me:

That cute little lee that covers their face in some way when they smile a true smile or laugh a true laugh. Even small smiles they can’t help but put their hands up to cover their mouth.

When they hear a good joke and they lean forward, instinctively trying to go in a ball. Whether they use their hands, arms, or just turn away a little… but don’t hold it against them, they can’t help it!

However… you can. Although this little quirk is cute, you want to see more. You need to see that cute face, all bright with tears at the corners of their eyes.

The next time they get themselves into a laughing fit you decide to do something about it. You push them back (on a couch, or somewhere comfortable) and lift their arms up. They find their composure enough to stop laughing, but you just couldn’t have that! So you take your other hand and start to gently caress and wiggle your fingers onto their waist and sides.

Shocked and embarrassed, they bite their bottom lip and try to squirm out of your grip, but you keep a firm hold on their wrists. It wasn’t that you were necessarily stronger than them, they just simply melt when being tickled. They just had to hope that you don’t move to one of their tickle spots… not that it mattered since your fingers feathered so lightly, and so carefully that it tickled like heck anyways.

But if you keep at this pace they might just be able to cope with it. That is, until you put your hand under their shirt, making them gasp and crack a smile. You hovered your figures over them, just enough to barely touch this skin. In turn, this makes them rock back and forth in nervous anticipation.

Finally, they couldn’t help the giggles that poured out when you traced shapes into their soft tummy. The tingly sensations were driving them absolutely crazy, and they just couldn’t stop squirming!

I nudge your shoulder a bit with mine. “Hey. Hey, cutie? Gotta wake uuup. It’s wakey wake up tiiime.” You’re still asleep. “Aaahh, sweetie pieee, come oooon.” I say as I gently shake your shoulder. “There’s only 18 minutes now, ya gotta wake uuup..” Still asleep. I look at you and my face turns from the annoyance of trying to get you up to an evil smirk. I gently place my hands on your sides. “This is your last chaaance. Wake uuup… little lee..” I giggle a bit as there is still no response. “Okay, have it your way.”

I slowly and gently start wiggling my fingers on your sides. You start to squirm a bit, but still don’t wake up. I start scribbling my fingers up and down your sides, causing you to start giggling. Your eyes open a bit. “There we go, now you’re finally waking up a bit! I bet you’ll be wide awake the moment I dooooo..” I suddenly tickle attack your tummy, scribbling my fingers swiftly all over. “..this!” You quickly open your eyes wide and fill the room with loud giggles, squirming around on the couch. “Haha awww, welcome back to reality, cutie! Sorry I had to resort to emergency tickly tactics, but the show is coming on soon. Aaaand also this is the most fun way to wake you up, hehe!”

Tickling is a lot of different things for me. It’s a game of control, but control in a safe environment, over something that ultimately doesn’t really matter. But still, you have this tremendous power over someone. You can turn them into a totally helpless pile of laughing, snorting tickle goo. you get to put them in this super vulnerable, embarrassing situation, and make them laugh about it. But also, you’re never hurting them. And they’re trusting you to put them through this silly ordeal. That trust feels good. The power feels good too.

It’s especially fun if a ticklee starts out by trying to put on a tough face, and ends up begging, defeated, willing to do anything you tell her to do. The idea of something so silly bringing such a tough person to her knees is just wonderful.

Also, the teasing! The mind games! Making her think about what’s coming. Making her imagine what it’s gonna feel like. There’s this big sinister buildup, as if something awful is gonna happen. Carefully placed threats and suggestions drive a ticklee wild with nervous anticipation. And then it starts, and she laughs. She laughs! All of that tension was in anticipation of a feeling that makes her laugh! And then her tension gets released in an explosion of uncontrollable mirth.

Also, laughter is just a wonderful sound.

It turns out, there was nothing sinister going on at all! At least, not on the surface. The idea of a ticklee laughing hysterically, trying to say “it’s not funny!” but literally unable to get the words out because she’s laughing so hard, that gives me butterflies. I guess I’m an empathetic person, so when I get a feeling in my head about what the person I’m tickling is going through, I get excited. Not that I want to be tickled, being tickled is awful! But knowing what you’re doing to someone, knowing you’re making them feel a feeling so funny, they can’t even resist it at all, and knowing they can’t do anything about it, hearing them beg, but laugh while they’re begging… I dunno, it’s so ridiculous. It’s contradictory. And it makes me feel things.

Forcing them to go through this incredibly embarrassing thing, and come out if it alright. Showing them that there was nothing to worry about in the first place. Making them, MAKING them laugh in the face of an uncomfortable situation.