Under My Fingertips

Anyone who's ticklish is absolutely adorable... I don't make the rules.

But there's something so beautiful about ticklish men. Allowing people who've been conditioned to be "tough" to just melt into you. Seeing the masks slip when they realise those expectations don't exist here.

Seeing them soften. Feeling them sink into you. Having them feel safe enough to let you tie them up and have your ticklish way with them. Seeing them try to fight it, the way they've been conditioned to fight vulnerability. And then Seeing the facade crack because they're just too ticklish to keep it up. Seeing those pretty smile. Hearing those adorable giggles. Watching the squirms.

Men being broken by wriggling fingers or soft feathers. Men squealing, kicking their feet, begging and babbling. Teasing them and watching them blush. Praising them and watching their brains short circuit because they don't know what to do with praise. Tickling them silly and watching how much they enjoy relinquishing control for just a little while.

Allowing them to let go. Allowing them to feel. Giving them a space to feel safe.

Straight to his ribs and stomach because I already know that’s a weak spot.

Slow at first… nails dragging lightly up his sides, across his ribs, just enough to make him tense and start laughing before he can stop it. Letting him realize just how sensitive he is there… how easy it is to drive him crazy.

I’ll stay right there, working over his ribs before drifting across his stomach like I’ve got all the time in the world. Watching him squirm, twist, try to handle it..

"Take off my pants."

"why?"

"because it makes me feel even more ticklish. my tummy and hips are my favorite spots and wearing a crop top and panties means you can tickle me there whenever you want and I can't stop you."

I talk a lot about anticipation, and for good reason. Its the best way to make a lee super responsive from the get go. I also talk a lot about watching their face while you tease them, making them watch you, but obviously that doesn't work for facedown tickles. Anticipation for those looks a little different....

Aww what do we have here? A helpless ticklish lee with nowhere to go! I could just tickle you silly, couldn't I? But I wonder, where to start? I'd walk around you, letting you hear where I'm standing as the direction of my voice changes. I'd reach out my hands and hover them above your skin, the most responsive, most flustered, most ticklish lees will feel those ghost tickles above their skin. You'll see their muscles tense, and goosebumps form.

Should I tickle these stretched out armpits first, hmm? I'd lean over you and whisper right in your ear, watching you tense up. I'd listen hard to any reactions, any whining or squeaking, any anticipatory giggles slipping out. And I'd comment on them. Attention to detail is key.

Aww, pulling at those restraints are we? These pits must be ticklish! What about down these pretty ribs, hmm? Or these sides? I'd hover my nails over that skin, let you feel the proximity.

What was that, sweetheart? Did I hear a little whine? Aww, darling, you're just telling me all those little tickle spots, aren't you? Moving down now, towards the hips. You hear my voice get further away. Where am I? What am I going to do?

What if I just tickle tickled these hips, would you get all squirmy for me? Yeah? Aww I'm sure you would! You can hear the smile on my face in my voice, hear the teasing lilt of my tone.

Or maybe these thighs, the backs of the legs are always so sensitive, yeah, I saw that little kick! You're doing so well at telling me where you're ticklish sweetheart! You're not telling me? Of course you are, I can see you tensing up for me. I'd slow down even more, bide my time, watching you unravel before me, when I haven't even touched you yet.

I wonder how tense we'd get if I said I was gonna tickle these adorable feet! See, darling, you're curling those cute toes already, you're just too ticklish to help yourself, aren't you? I'd come and stand right by you again, whispering right into your ear.

Well that's okay, that's just what I like... and if I'm not mistaken I think you quite like it too. I'd gently touch down on your skin, ever so lightly dragging a single nail across each tickle spot. One across a foot, one down your side, one dipping into an armpit, one caressing the back of your knee. I'd do them as sporadically as possible, out of order, making you jump.

Look how beautifully jumpy and ticklish we are! So cute darling, can you feel those spots all tingling, hmm? Yeah? I'd come back to your ear, straddling you this time and leaning right over you, my hands gently stroking your wrists as I tease you. You know those nails are gonna start dragging down your wrists any time now, on their long and ticklish trek all the way into your armpits.

Aww I know, look how red those ears are, so blushy and flustered for me because you're just waiting for the tickles, you're being so good for me. I'd start to spider now. Jusy at the wrists. Letting you feel my nails on your skin.

Are you ready, hmm? Ready for these tickles to start? I've got you, darling, it's okay. My nails begin to move down those forearms, towards the elbows.

Let me hear those pretty giggles and squeaks and show me just how tickly you are.. tickle, tickle tickle... all down these arms. Aww, it tickles already? My nails brush against the upper arms, moving back and forth between your elbows and armpits, already making you shake with anticipation and ticklish sensation. My fingers brush just above those pits, and I hear you squeal beneath me.

Take your lee and lay them down comfortably.

Slide a pillow under the small of their back to arch that beautiful stomach area.

And really take your time to explore all the different micro-spots a tummy provides...

The lowest ribs... The sides... The angles of the curve leading to their back ribs...

Trace your fingers down their oblique muscles slowly... Then dig in a little...

Circle the bellybutton slowly... Explore under it, the sides of it, the delicate edges... Don't just dive right down...

And my favorite - The waistline... Roll down those shorts or leggings and expose that super soft skin... Lightly wiggle from hip pocket to hip pocket... Then nibble your way back...

Let's just cuddle. I'll be big spoon. I'll hold both your hands in one of mine, the one you're laying on. Hold nice and tightly now darling, that's it.

I'll nuzzle into your neck and gently blow in your ear, see if I can make that pretty blush appear on those cheeks.

Then I'll sneak my other hand up your shirt. Gently trace my nails over that ticklish tummy, feeling it quiver under my feather light touch. Ticklish? How adorable.

Hold still, my pretty little Lee. And shhhhh. That's it. If you let go of my hand, if you start to squirm, if you make so much as a squeak, that's when the tickling will really start.

I'll start to spider my nails over your sensitive skin. Don't laugh, remember! So good for me! Tickle tickle, all around this pretty tummy.... gentle nails gliding up and down these helpless ribs... does it tickle? No? Are you sure? You're looking very flustered darling... so you won't mind if I just swirl this finger around this cute bellybutton, hmm? Round and round and round, so gentle, so light. Look at you biting your lip, you're being so good for me.

What if I just wriggle these fingers up and down this side? Those muscles flinching... so pretty. Was that a gasp? Hmm, I wonder if just peeling back the waistband ever so slightly, just to tickle these hips would coax out some pretty giggles... there's that smile.

Honestly for me a lot of it isn't about power or pain it's the fact that it's impossible to be COMPOSED while being spanked, you're going to blush, you're going to squirm, you're going to make noises, you're going to show signs of arousal, maybe you'll laugh or giggle or maybe you'll cry and beg and or maybe you'll squirm and thrash and rebel and sass or maybe you'll thank me and take them so well despite how much they hurt but it'll never be NOTHING.

Like yes I enjoy the power play, the dynamics, that's all fun, but being able to draw out emotion and reactions from someone is the best. Having someone over my lap who banters with me, talks shit about me not hitting hard enough or talks about what's gonna happen when they turn the tables, only for them to not be able to hide the flush in their cheeks or the wet spot they're leaving on my leg or holding back moans? Incredible. Being able to see the full spectrum of vulnerability and reaction, while not entirely divorced from power play in itself, is more important to me than asserting and form of dominance or reduce someone to a sniveling mess. A spanking could end with you laughing or crying or talking shit or whimpering or ready for round two or seeking revenge and ALL of those are a successful spanking completed. Spanking for me, is just FUN, this is a way of communication from one to another and back.

If you like tickling nipples, don't neglect tickling them THROUGH the lee's shirt, let the fabric do its job of being a nagging barrier that offers for torment instead of protection.

scribbling the breasts are fun, but nipples are a fun spot because they require such specific attention. Small point that is still torturous with light tickles. A lazy circular thumbing, a light prodding with a voracious tongue, ticklish massages of a single pointer finger

the way such a small spot can drive the back to arch, the toes to curl, gasps to fight their way out the lips, hips to buck and eyes to water

the way SO many tools can work on them, oils and lotions to make them more sensitive, the slow maraud of a feather, each bit of plumage grazing and overlapping with them, circling them lightly with a paintbrush before teasing the bud with the brush, or attacking them with the soft march of the bristles of a makeup brush, swept an up and down over the breast

little fluttery fingertips over all those spots that make you bust out in obnoxiously loud laughter and squeal like a little baby

soft little brushes and feathers stroking uppp and downnn and side to sidee and allll over while there's nothing you can do but lie there and take it like a good little toy

finding your favorite spots. right here on the balls? the bottom side of the shaft? right under that sensitive little head?

It's shivering, it's breath hitching and fluttery inhales, it's begging interrupted by moaning and whining which is interrupted again by begging.

And despite that: it still undeniably tickles

Complete with the occasional laugh, twisting the mouth from the panicked and aroused horror into a creeping involuntary smile for a second, before the laughter starts coming out as desperate worked up sobs mixed with frantic giggles coming through a gaping un-smile.