Tkyltime

it should start with tying me up — topless but high waisted underwear on, the kind that cover up to the belly button. i’ll already be hard by the time i’m restrained, the process always turns me on. spread eagle especially, forcing my legs open.

🌸 Question for the lees — Do you think ten ticklers is too many? 🌸

Sidenote: the way her voice breaks as she screams 'Yamete!' with her entire soul just kills me 🥀

Additional sidenote: this was the beginning of a 30 minute session — no breaks

and then their fingers start to lighten. you squirm. it feels good, but it tickles.

you don't want to show that it tickles. you're trying to stay still and not make a sound.

and then you realize they're doing it on purpose. the fingers trace up and down, so sensitive, but not enough for real stimulation. then they start fluttering, spidering. tickling you, on purpose. between your legs.

Where once a guy could make an honest living as an interrogator, manually tickle torturing secrets from helpless women, now a tenth of the workforce was required. One person could simply pour a couple of pounds of nanobots into a compartment with a bound woman, and within seconds they would have every ticklish nerve ending mapped and assigned an appropriate number of nanofilament ticklers.

Even when the nanobots weren't being used (expensive, easy to loose (very smol)), technology had taken away the art from the profession. Where once you could tie a damsel up with ropes in a warehouse, or if you were feeling fancy, strap her to a medieval looking device and lower her slowly towards some rotating feather wheels, now you just coated them with immobigel in a position of your choosing, let them inhale some hypersensitivity aerosol, maybe some orgasm blockers, and boom, suddenly someone who was as ticklish as a brick is screaming with laughter.

All the fun of slowly breaking down a tough cookie, gone. Don't even get me started on those new neuro-feedback loop doohickeys that layer the recorded sensations up on eachother, or let you connect extra Lees to a target to funnel multiple tickle torture sessions into one person's mind. It ain't right.

Prev: https://www.tumblr.com/sentinelq/798157415259455488/3-tiny-tentacle-monster-that-crawls-into-the

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.

Grabbing two small makeup brushes and deciding to play a game. Seeing what I can make leak more, your drooling gagged mouth or your helpless pussy after I open up your lips and "coochie coochie coo" your sensitive, ticklish insides until you're so needy you drip your submission and surrender all over the seat.

Looking at me with tears in your eyes and wrists straining against their bondage, as I smile and *brush, brush, brush* your pink pussy into a leaky faucet.

Your legs desperately trying to close while your mouth forcefully laughs and your needy hormones start running down your leg.

I've always been a fan of the concept of a lee being tickled by two lers - one who knows them very well as a lover or a friend, and one who knows them casually, but who has never tickled them before. The experienced ler instructs the less experienced, but extremely enthusiastic ler, telling them all the best ways to wreck their lee. The lee has to listen to this happening and know exactly where they're about to be tickled, and that it will be done in the most effective way possible, but they can't do a thing to stop it.

Their trusted and experienced ler casually whispers into their ear, gently tickling their neck or under their arms, kissing, nuzzling, almost comforting them between giving instructions to the one absolutely destroying their death spots.

Some choice phrases I imagine, here...

"Oh, use your nails on the balls of their feet... yeah, just hold their toes back. They love that."

"Ohoho, yeah, see? Listen to that laugh! Get their belly next, it makes them squeal."

"Awww, is this tickling youuuu~? It's okay, honey, tell me alllll about it~"

"Try a little 'coochie coo' while tickling their armpits, they'll turn redder than you've ever seen them."

"They love feathers between their toes and in their bellybutton."

Super kinky concept, love it.

Especially if the SO is cupping their chin, kissing them on the forehead as they're getting absolutely destroyed. In a condescending "oh poor baby" sort of way.

Maybe sweet talking and humiliating the lee via super soft and tickly whispers, wiggling a finger or two in their armpit as visual instruction.

Until they're carnally mapped out so well by the "student" that they eventually just get sandwiched between the two lers, casually being snacked upon by their fingers and tongues.

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 can’t take it anymore!”

Ok but what if...tickle monster but teratophilia--

The lee shivers seeing the large teeth, the feathery mane, a long fluffy tail...and a throbbing knotted dick. The monster offers its four tickly claws, purring with desire. The lee nods faster than they process the question.

Suddenly they're whimpering and squealing and laughing as the tickle monster spiders its claws up and down their flanks, long tongue sweeping around their neck and ears, all while lifting the lee up and down on its textured cock.

The lee gasps as they feel the monster's knot slam against their hole. Suddenly, they feel a maddening tickle inside. Tickle monster magic no doubt! The cock feels like a vibrating brush inside them, making the lee shriek with ticklish ecstasy.

Right when they thought it couldn't get more torturous, the monster whines and POP!--presses its big knot into them. Oh god. Oh god they're stuck. Stuck on this tickling cock. All they can do is scream as the beast tickles them within an inch of their life, as deep as it can go.

The knot will de-swell eventually....

Being rewarded only on the condition that you stay still but your ler is targeting your worst spots ON PURPOSE makes me go a bit crazy a bit insane