Ticklish Meditations

Mummify me. Toe tie me. Start by softy scribbling your fingers on the upper part of me feet (the whole area above the arch, under my toes, you know what I mean?) and just keep going. I’m telling you one of my worst fears is to be in a position where someone can just scratch at that area without me being able to stop it. The key is to stay soft. I would drive me MAD. The soft but constant tickling in that area makes me sick to my stomach. 

And then hone in on the balls of my feet. YES. THERE. I said it! the balls of my feet are what completely undo me. It’s hell to be touched there, let alone purposefully tickled there. Use all five your fingers to attack that spot and I will be screaming furiously and on the brink of passing out from panic. make me feel like it will never end, like your fingers will be attacking me until I die. Make s special point to torture the underside of the ball, and the edge near the middle of my foot. I’ll probably have wet myself by then. 

bonus points: dedicated a chunk of time to the big toes, especially on the underside. maybe with an electric flosser or a tooth pick. 

Hairbrush. I recently filmed a couple of self tickling videos for my ko-fi, both of which requested I use the brush and it absolutely destroyed me. I couldn’t keep the phone in my hand, my vision would just go blank while I tried to take it. Now imagine if iI was restrained, and it was someone else doing it to me? fuck i barely even want to think about it. The thought makes me sick, It would be true, actual hell for me to be subject to that. 

Pair that with constant reminders that I can’t make it stop. I can’t move. It’s not stopping. I am completely helpless. I have to take it, I have no other choice. Yes, this is actually happening to me. No, even if I would rather die than endure another second, I cannot make it stop.