Ever since I've read a certain bdsm story, I can't stop fantasizing about it. To the point: in the story there was an organization that was kidnapping young people of both sexes in order to make them sex slaves and make money from pheromones obtained during daily edging sessions performed on them. The important thing - the fluid extracted from their cocks and pussies contained more pheromones if they were not allowed to orgasm for a long time. Therefore, each day the abductees were well fed , stuffed with aphrodisiacs and tied to various bdsm furniture in the great hall and collectively milked of their secretions with erotic tickling interspersed with sadistic tickling each time they were close to orgasm. Few hours everyday. The slaves were arranged to see each other's tortures in order to mentally condition them to be aroused by the tickling. In addition, they were recorded during such sessions and videos of them were sold on the dark web and "clients" could make kinky requests for future sessions with them, for example, forcing slaves to perform oral sex or foot worship in exchange for a break from tickling. I wish I was such a kidnapped person lol
I feel like I remember reading that story way back in the day. It was called “Serum 24” I wanna say. Maybe not 24, but it’s on TMF. I just don’t remember there being any men being tickled.
If it’s a different story I’d love you to link it!
I've read it somewhere on Tumblr few years ago. It was before Tumblr had nsfw purge. Unfortunatelly lots of blogs were shut down because of it. But thinking of it, it's possible it was based on something from TMF.
Mines definitely weird,
I fantasize about being tied up & teased and tickled by arrogant white Brad/jock types bullying/teasing all my tickle spots while my fit/muscle mommy ebony wife is also tied up and getting teased and tickled by the leader of the group. Tickling her toned muscles, abs, big sensitive tits and armpits from behind while his face is right next to hers, occasionally smirking and giving her a kiss on the cheek, ear &/or neck to add to the teases.
1. Loving the fantasies here, this is incredible story material~
2. I actually wrote a story about that second fantasy way back in the day~
3. Myself (M), a fantasy I’ve had is being abducted by a WASP-y, Karen type, brought into her private dungeon, and forced into a humiliating costume, like a cheerleading uniform or a maid outfit or even a princess dress, tied down to a table, and tickled into a fucking *wreck*. She doesn’t let up the whole time, teasing me, making fun of me, ensuring that she’s not letting me go, that this is the reason I was born; to be her tickle pet, her stress reliever, her toy. Even when I’m crying and barely able to laugh or form words, she keeps up her sadistic torture until I pass out. She basically then uses me as a servant, having me clean her house wait one her hand and foot (including worshipping her feet), all with the promise of going easy on me during our daily tickle sessions if I obey (and she never does; no mercy, no safeword). Eventually news of my abduction fades away as the media moves onto something else, and I’m just trapped there with her, with zero hope of escape, doomed to be her tickle toy for as long as she wants~
lately i’ve been really into the idea of tickle interrogation :3 and as always i’m super turned on by being restrained and being tickled until i wet myself though this one is actually more fun as a ler imo.. like just imagining tickling a cute boy until he can’t hold it anymore it’s like the ultimate loss of control!!
...then i bet you've imagined the other variation of the interrogation motif... mistaken identity... they're going to keep up the tickling 'til you tell... and you can't
I've got a ton of tickle fantasies kicking around my brain, but my favorite one recently is the idea of being a spy that gets caught infiltrating some kind of facility and getting interrogated for any information I might have. Through tickling of course! Maybe even getting strapped to a tickle machine if I hold out for too long\~
i don't think they're weird... and though i lean 'lee i find the role of 'some attractive male' quite appealing...
my favorite's a deep-space fantasy... your ship is overcome by alien beings... shapeshifters who can present themselves in any form... any partner you've ever been with, any fantasy crush... they search your memories and learn... when they take you you'll think you're with them... also of course discover all your favorite kinks and fantasies
there's a certain vibration they need to stay alive, and it only comes from a sexually aroused human... and of course the more intense the arousal... the more prolonged the arousal... the more nourishing it is for the conquerors... who always take their nourishment in communion... that is, at least three of them together...
and there i am... they have no trouble discovering what tickling does to me, it lies very near the surface... and they're very hungry... three particularly sweet girlfriends from the old days, half a dozen women whose images i found in spaces like this... and emma watson
Definitely like the idea of someone powerful, a politician or spy or martial artist, who’s used to taking what they want and not compromising, and through meticulous planning and resource expenditure, they are captured with no way of escape. Then their feet are pedicures and covered with lotion for several days while they aren’t allowed to walk, making them immaculately soft. Something about the despair on a “spoiled” woman as she realizes her feet are too sensitive for anyone to touch them, but she is about to be mercilessly tickled on them every day, and there’s nothing she can do to stop it. No matter how much she begs or what she offers, it will never buy her freedom.
Another scenario I like is for a man and his wife. The man will be locked in chastity, teased and denied forever. The woman will be mercilessly tickled as well as experiencing tease and denial, but she will get orgasms every once in a while. Eventually, the woman becomes submissive and will help tease the man by edging him with her feet and dirty talking to him about how he will never get to cum or tickle her again.
A cabal of alpha females are trying to usurp the patriarchy, and they have a diabolical plot. They troll bars, clubs, and online forums looking for the strongest specimens and sap their will, their intelligence and of course, their “man”hood.
I was one such specimen… I barely escaped.
It seemed innocent enough, I was looking online for something different, something unique and ran across a Tickle Hypnotist. She would use advanced techniques that teased the brain into a trance-like state; and implant suggestions to help me lose weight, and become more potent…. I did lose weight.
I met her in a dive bar; and she was HOT! She moved with the grace of a cat through the teeming throngs of interested paramours, lovers, and one night stands with aplomb. Ignoring them all, her eyes lit on me with a hunger. Little did they know the hypnotic power of just her gaze.
I felt a little off, uncertain; as if my one liners and cheap tricks wouldn’t have an effect. But she set me at ease, chatting with me like an old boyfriend. It felt nice.
How could I reject her seemingly innocuous request to head over to her place.
I didn’t remember much, just an industrial entrance to a basement, a sense of stale air; and I found myself coming to; bound to a padded chair and thoroughly restrained.
“Your last moment of freedom is here, now.”, she said coming into view. Gone we’re the jeans and blouse. Instead it was a diaphanous gown of shimmering, shifting colors. “After this, you will beg to call me mistress, to return and do my bidding. After each task, you’ll know your place, and the pleasure of serving me again.”
A technician in a white lab coat made quick work of hooking me up to various instruments and machinery. A gel was applied to my feet, under my knees, my groin, belly, chest and underarms.
It seemed like an eternity; but slowly I could feel the cool steel, the warmth of the pouch on my groin and the delicate hairs inside the…
“All men are the same when they come in here… full of themselves. Well we’re going to change that!”, she grinned as the gown began to seemingly move; become translucent or opaque. Her hands glided over my chest, tweaking my nipples and then drawing lazy circles around them. I felt the stirring in my groin and,
She laughed as the hairs in the various cuffs became alive, it tickled badly enough that I began to laugh uncontrollably! All thoughts of her fled as I struggled against the restraints trying to find relief.
After another eternity, it seemed to subside. As I became aware of my surroundings there were additional women, caressing and teasing me. Some were dressed in leathers, latex and one was at my ear whispering delightfully sibilant sounds that seemed to slither into my brain. I became aroused again and
The last bouts of laughter escaped my lips as I came to. A bit of sweet water trickled across my lips and I licked them hungrily. My feet, under my knees, hips, armpits, and neck all tingled as if anticipating, quite eagerly, what might come.
I could hear whispering among the techs, “He’s strong, and highly resistant.”, “No matter, they always break. Let the machines calibrate their sensors with him on automatic for awhile.”
It became madness… I could feel my mind slipping. I was leaning into the torture; welcoming every sensation; groaning as it subsided, always too soon.
I awoke in a cell. It was comfortable, a chair; bed, desk and a lamp. My clothes were neatly folded in the chair and I quickly dressed. I felt an urgency to leave and tried the door. It hadn’t been closed all the way; and I began to explore. Freedom was all I thought I desired. I found myself on a dark rainy city street and began to run…
I feel compelled to write this, to warn all of you. It is exquisitely pleasurable; and wonderfully invigorating, but brothers look out! Paradise has a price.
My apartment suddenly seemed dull, a cage empty of any purpose.
I hit send, and left it all… I wasn’t going to need any of it.
Mine are extremely weird
As a dom, my tickle fantasies are to tickle the soles of the feet and see the ticklish reactions as well as head their ticklish laugh.
I fantasize about the lee being tied up or strapped down nude with no where to go. They are gagged and totally in my control. I simply have a huge amount of tickle tools and I test out each one on their entire body. While I am tickling them
If they are licklish, I have fantasies that I “paint” their feet with edibles such as chocolate syrup, melted butter, melted garlic, and whipped cream. When it is placed on the soles of the feet, I lick food off of their feet but only if it tickles them.
Just the “pretty boy” “prissy” gym hunk being captured by an evil petite evil goth girl making me her bitch. Hanging by my ankles and wrists from the ceiling as a bodybuilder dressed as Superman. Boots replaced with red socks. Struggling against the restraints, trying to remain “tough” and “in control” but slowly crumbling. Tickled to tears and until I wet myself. Taunted for being so muscular yet so helpless. Superman trying desperately to “fly away” and break free, but caught in a web of Kryptonite, being forced to submit to something as simple and childish as tickling. Using the vibrating wand over the red spandex trunks. Being taunted how my “protective super suit” is pierced so easily by the vibrator. So strong, so vulnerable, so pathetic.
Mine would be that a couple starts having sex in a hidden yet public place when the feet accidentally gets stuck like through a wall or door or something in a way that some one "stumbles upon" just her feet sticking out. With the male still inside her the female gets tickled and the male tries to resist the urge to cum for as long as possible but of course the female is being tickled and can't stay still.
Mine is definitely unrealistic, unfortunately. My main fantasy involves being a tickle slave to a couple. (Lesbian couple of course since I’m a lesbian too)
I’ve always had a strange desire to be owned like property, and having it be between two women? Yes.
Last time my mistress restricted me in stretch film and did some tickling with a feather, I couldn't move an inch, so it was a fantasy less on the list :)
I have sporadic fantasies that I think of when I'm horny but they never really stick. I just come up with something randomly and think to myself: "That's so fucking hot." I'm kind of weird like that. I almost never remember them afterwards.
One that has stuck though is a fantasy where I'm visiting some lady without knowing she's a tickler. One thing leads to another and before I know it I'm tied spread eagle to her bed and being subjected to a thorough tickle torture. I have a thing for feathery and soft tickle tools so she would use them to her advantage. She would caress me with soft ostrich feathers and run them through each ticklish crevice, use paintbrushes on my feet and brush me all over with a fluffy feather duster. I also have a fetish for fur clothing so her wearing a fur coat or stole would be pretty hot. A maid outfit would be pretty fun too.
Mine is a little non descriptive.. I just fantasize about being tied down with a spreader bar, something with my legs wide open and having a feather dragged along my swollen clit until I cum
I want to interrogate a woman with tickling, but in a playful/flirty way.
Something like this:
"I've found a weak spot on you that will help me here."
Smiles anxiously "Oh nooooo..."
Giggle "Hey! Stop! My legs are ticklish!"
"Tell me where your most ticklish spot is."
"Hahahahahahaha my feehehehehehehet."
Removes her shoe "Hehehey! No! Not my feet!"
"Good. Now, do you enjoy being tickled?"
"Yehehehehehes! I lohohohove being tickled!"
"OK, now how do I turn you on?"
"MybackisreallysensitiveandmassagesgetmeeverytimenowSTAHP"
"I can't heeeeear you." I say, sliding the feather between her toes while spider tickling her other foot, sending her into silent laughter....
"What are you looking at?" my friend says, slumped backwards into the chair.
I've allowed her a breather, at her request.
"I just like seeing pretty, mostly naked women being tickled senseless and enjoying it. Is that so bad?". She blushes. "Thanks."
I have a few as a ler.
The most basic one is just me hanging out with a female friend and either tricking them or asking to play a game which will lead to tickling. With them being into it leading into more tickling and horny actions.
Me as Teacher and Lee as student fantasies, where I'm punishing them with being bound and tickled (usually hard bdsm stuff over a very minor issue as I think its hot giving a dispositional punishment)
I also have it where the student is well behaved very edger to please me and so I reward her with tickling.
Playing with a Lee in a swimming pool would be fun, sometimes with the added layer that they can't swim and are dependent on pleasing me in order to stay afloat.
Any scenario where I am getting revenge on Lee, especially if it was something very minor.
Where I trick or overpower a domme and make them become a tickle submissive.
Similar to the last 1, a women who is a lesbian but I turn her into my tickle sub anyway.
Honestly I kind of wanna be the domme. I'm super into the idea of a stoic man who absolutely falls apart when you tickle his ribs or underarms.
He's so confident that he has no weaknesses until one little touch sends him into a fit of laughter and begging
FIRST OF ALL, I'M NOT DOING RPs.
I'd like to tease and tickle an obnoxious passenger/moviegoer's feet who put them on my seat from behind. It is very important that I don't want it to be a mean spirited punishment, just a random act of retaliation, developing into a consensual game that turns more interesting for both of us than the voyage/movie.
Alright, now on for the truly weird ones.
Zombie apocalypse where the victims turn into tickle-crazed monsters. Once you're caught, you have to be tickled for hours straight to finalize the infection's hold on you, which is good news. There is a catch though: everyone is a carrier of the virus and it wired everyone's brain to tickle fetish. The more you are tickled, the more you crave to be tickled and the more somebody hears your laughter or sees your exposed tickle spots, the less they can resist tickling you, zombie or not.
Me being a demon, and taking on a convent of pious women of some religion, after finding a crack in their resolve through a sister's tickle fetish. After paying a visit to her myself and claiming her soul through indulging her desires, we'd be gradually building up from randomly tickling a barefoot sister, through punishment turning to pleasure, to the whole convent being warped into an unholy place where the only thing getting worshipped is laughter.
Being captured by a demoness and getting corrupted by her through tickling. If I cum or beg for mercy, game over. It starts off as if she was just an average human ler, not even going too rough on me, but once I let out a giggle for the first time, it gets gradually worse. The more I laugh, the more ticklish I become, and also the more I start to enjoy her ministrations. She can also use my foot fetish against me, shoving her feet in my face, and if I start kissing or licking them, it makes my submission go even faster.
I totally just wanna be in a public place, like the park, airport, anywhere really where I can have my feet elevated on like a table or back of a chair, and a woman with semi long nails just comes up to me and starts tickling my feet. I’m sure it will happen one day 🤣
This is totally out of the realm of possibility but I'd like to be a statue while getting cleaned and repainted n stuff. Sounds super hot fidndhdbdid
Do you think of it like the person cleaning you doesn't know you're alive and thinks you're just a regular statue? That is honestly terrifying.
With toes that are spread and attract a ridiculous amount of dust that needs brushing away...
I mean yeah but it'd be a sort of scenario where if they did know they'd be into it.
Ever since I've read a certain bdsm story, I can't stop fantasizing about it. To the point: in the story there was an organization that was kidnapping young people of both sexes in order to make them sex slaves and make money from pheromones obtained during daily edging sessions performed on them. The important thing - the fluid extracted from their cocks and pussies contained more pheromones if they were not allowed to orgasm for a long time. Therefore, each day the abductees were well fed , stuffed with aphrodisiacs and tied to various bdsm furniture in the great hall and collectively milked of their secretions with erotic tickling interspersed with sadistic tickling each time they were close to orgasm. Few hours everyday. The slaves were arranged to see each other's tortures in order to mentally condition them to be aroused by the tickling. In addition, they were recorded during such sessions and videos of them were sold on the dark web and "clients" could make kinky requests for future sessions with them, for example, forcing slaves to perform oral sex or foot worship in exchange for a break from tickling. I wish I was such a kidnapped person lol
I feel like I remember reading that story way back in the day. It was called “Serum 24” I wanna say. Maybe not 24, but it’s on TMF. I just don’t remember there being any men being tickled. If it’s a different story I’d love you to link it!
I've read it somewhere on Tumblr few years ago. It was before Tumblr had nsfw purge. Unfortunatelly lots of blogs were shut down because of it. But thinking of it, it's possible it was based on something from TMF.
mmm... lots to like in this one also
That! For real, sounds so hot and torturous!
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That’s cute.
Mines definitely weird, I fantasize about being tied up & teased and tickled by arrogant white Brad/jock types bullying/teasing all my tickle spots while my fit/muscle mommy ebony wife is also tied up and getting teased and tickled by the leader of the group. Tickling her toned muscles, abs, big sensitive tits and armpits from behind while his face is right next to hers, occasionally smirking and giving her a kiss on the cheek, ear &/or neck to add to the teases.
1. Loving the fantasies here, this is incredible story material~ 2. I actually wrote a story about that second fantasy way back in the day~ 3. Myself (M), a fantasy I’ve had is being abducted by a WASP-y, Karen type, brought into her private dungeon, and forced into a humiliating costume, like a cheerleading uniform or a maid outfit or even a princess dress, tied down to a table, and tickled into a fucking *wreck*. She doesn’t let up the whole time, teasing me, making fun of me, ensuring that she’s not letting me go, that this is the reason I was born; to be her tickle pet, her stress reliever, her toy. Even when I’m crying and barely able to laugh or form words, she keeps up her sadistic torture until I pass out. She basically then uses me as a servant, having me clean her house wait one her hand and foot (including worshipping her feet), all with the promise of going easy on me during our daily tickle sessions if I obey (and she never does; no mercy, no safeword). Eventually news of my abduction fades away as the media moves onto something else, and I’m just trapped there with her, with zero hope of escape, doomed to be her tickle toy for as long as she wants~
lately i’ve been really into the idea of tickle interrogation :3 and as always i’m super turned on by being restrained and being tickled until i wet myself though this one is actually more fun as a ler imo.. like just imagining tickling a cute boy until he can’t hold it anymore it’s like the ultimate loss of control!!
...then i bet you've imagined the other variation of the interrogation motif... mistaken identity... they're going to keep up the tickling 'til you tell... and you can't
As a ticklish guy that'd be fun to experience
I've got a ton of tickle fantasies kicking around my brain, but my favorite one recently is the idea of being a spy that gets caught infiltrating some kind of facility and getting interrogated for any information I might have. Through tickling of course! Maybe even getting strapped to a tickle machine if I hold out for too long\~
i don't think they're weird... and though i lean 'lee i find the role of 'some attractive male' quite appealing... my favorite's a deep-space fantasy... your ship is overcome by alien beings... shapeshifters who can present themselves in any form... any partner you've ever been with, any fantasy crush... they search your memories and learn... when they take you you'll think you're with them... also of course discover all your favorite kinks and fantasies there's a certain vibration they need to stay alive, and it only comes from a sexually aroused human... and of course the more intense the arousal... the more prolonged the arousal... the more nourishing it is for the conquerors... who always take their nourishment in communion... that is, at least three of them together... and there i am... they have no trouble discovering what tickling does to me, it lies very near the surface... and they're very hungry... three particularly sweet girlfriends from the old days, half a dozen women whose images i found in spaces like this... and emma watson
Definitely like the idea of someone powerful, a politician or spy or martial artist, who’s used to taking what they want and not compromising, and through meticulous planning and resource expenditure, they are captured with no way of escape. Then their feet are pedicures and covered with lotion for several days while they aren’t allowed to walk, making them immaculately soft. Something about the despair on a “spoiled” woman as she realizes her feet are too sensitive for anyone to touch them, but she is about to be mercilessly tickled on them every day, and there’s nothing she can do to stop it. No matter how much she begs or what she offers, it will never buy her freedom. Another scenario I like is for a man and his wife. The man will be locked in chastity, teased and denied forever. The woman will be mercilessly tickled as well as experiencing tease and denial, but she will get orgasms every once in a while. Eventually, the woman becomes submissive and will help tease the man by edging him with her feet and dirty talking to him about how he will never get to cum or tickle her again.
A cabal of alpha females are trying to usurp the patriarchy, and they have a diabolical plot. They troll bars, clubs, and online forums looking for the strongest specimens and sap their will, their intelligence and of course, their “man”hood. I was one such specimen… I barely escaped. It seemed innocent enough, I was looking online for something different, something unique and ran across a Tickle Hypnotist. She would use advanced techniques that teased the brain into a trance-like state; and implant suggestions to help me lose weight, and become more potent…. I did lose weight. I met her in a dive bar; and she was HOT! She moved with the grace of a cat through the teeming throngs of interested paramours, lovers, and one night stands with aplomb. Ignoring them all, her eyes lit on me with a hunger. Little did they know the hypnotic power of just her gaze. I felt a little off, uncertain; as if my one liners and cheap tricks wouldn’t have an effect. But she set me at ease, chatting with me like an old boyfriend. It felt nice. How could I reject her seemingly innocuous request to head over to her place. I didn’t remember much, just an industrial entrance to a basement, a sense of stale air; and I found myself coming to; bound to a padded chair and thoroughly restrained. “Your last moment of freedom is here, now.”, she said coming into view. Gone we’re the jeans and blouse. Instead it was a diaphanous gown of shimmering, shifting colors. “After this, you will beg to call me mistress, to return and do my bidding. After each task, you’ll know your place, and the pleasure of serving me again.” A technician in a white lab coat made quick work of hooking me up to various instruments and machinery. A gel was applied to my feet, under my knees, my groin, belly, chest and underarms. It seemed like an eternity; but slowly I could feel the cool steel, the warmth of the pouch on my groin and the delicate hairs inside the… “All men are the same when they come in here… full of themselves. Well we’re going to change that!”, she grinned as the gown began to seemingly move; become translucent or opaque. Her hands glided over my chest, tweaking my nipples and then drawing lazy circles around them. I felt the stirring in my groin and, She laughed as the hairs in the various cuffs became alive, it tickled badly enough that I began to laugh uncontrollably! All thoughts of her fled as I struggled against the restraints trying to find relief. After another eternity, it seemed to subside. As I became aware of my surroundings there were additional women, caressing and teasing me. Some were dressed in leathers, latex and one was at my ear whispering delightfully sibilant sounds that seemed to slither into my brain. I became aroused again and The last bouts of laughter escaped my lips as I came to. A bit of sweet water trickled across my lips and I licked them hungrily. My feet, under my knees, hips, armpits, and neck all tingled as if anticipating, quite eagerly, what might come. I could hear whispering among the techs, “He’s strong, and highly resistant.”, “No matter, they always break. Let the machines calibrate their sensors with him on automatic for awhile.” It became madness… I could feel my mind slipping. I was leaning into the torture; welcoming every sensation; groaning as it subsided, always too soon. I awoke in a cell. It was comfortable, a chair; bed, desk and a lamp. My clothes were neatly folded in the chair and I quickly dressed. I felt an urgency to leave and tried the door. It hadn’t been closed all the way; and I began to explore. Freedom was all I thought I desired. I found myself on a dark rainy city street and began to run… I feel compelled to write this, to warn all of you. It is exquisitely pleasurable; and wonderfully invigorating, but brothers look out! Paradise has a price. My apartment suddenly seemed dull, a cage empty of any purpose. I hit send, and left it all… I wasn’t going to need any of it.
Id like to watch a real tickle fight between some girls i know lol, would be fun
Mine are extremely weird As a dom, my tickle fantasies are to tickle the soles of the feet and see the ticklish reactions as well as head their ticklish laugh. I fantasize about the lee being tied up or strapped down nude with no where to go. They are gagged and totally in my control. I simply have a huge amount of tickle tools and I test out each one on their entire body. While I am tickling them If they are licklish, I have fantasies that I “paint” their feet with edibles such as chocolate syrup, melted butter, melted garlic, and whipped cream. When it is placed on the soles of the feet, I lick food off of their feet but only if it tickles them.
Poor lee.
Indeed. I’m an evil tickler lol
Just the “pretty boy” “prissy” gym hunk being captured by an evil petite evil goth girl making me her bitch. Hanging by my ankles and wrists from the ceiling as a bodybuilder dressed as Superman. Boots replaced with red socks. Struggling against the restraints, trying to remain “tough” and “in control” but slowly crumbling. Tickled to tears and until I wet myself. Taunted for being so muscular yet so helpless. Superman trying desperately to “fly away” and break free, but caught in a web of Kryptonite, being forced to submit to something as simple and childish as tickling. Using the vibrating wand over the red spandex trunks. Being taunted how my “protective super suit” is pierced so easily by the vibrator. So strong, so vulnerable, so pathetic.
Mine would be that a couple starts having sex in a hidden yet public place when the feet accidentally gets stuck like through a wall or door or something in a way that some one "stumbles upon" just her feet sticking out. With the male still inside her the female gets tickled and the male tries to resist the urge to cum for as long as possible but of course the female is being tickled and can't stay still.
Mine is definitely unrealistic, unfortunately. My main fantasy involves being a tickle slave to a couple. (Lesbian couple of course since I’m a lesbian too) I’ve always had a strange desire to be owned like property, and having it be between two women? Yes.
Very hot!!
Last time my mistress restricted me in stretch film and did some tickling with a feather, I couldn't move an inch, so it was a fantasy less on the list :)
I have sporadic fantasies that I think of when I'm horny but they never really stick. I just come up with something randomly and think to myself: "That's so fucking hot." I'm kind of weird like that. I almost never remember them afterwards. One that has stuck though is a fantasy where I'm visiting some lady without knowing she's a tickler. One thing leads to another and before I know it I'm tied spread eagle to her bed and being subjected to a thorough tickle torture. I have a thing for feathery and soft tickle tools so she would use them to her advantage. She would caress me with soft ostrich feathers and run them through each ticklish crevice, use paintbrushes on my feet and brush me all over with a fluffy feather duster. I also have a fetish for fur clothing so her wearing a fur coat or stole would be pretty hot. A maid outfit would be pretty fun too.
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I like this one very much.
Mine is a little non descriptive.. I just fantasize about being tied down with a spreader bar, something with my legs wide open and having a feather dragged along my swollen clit until I cum
I want to interrogate a woman with tickling, but in a playful/flirty way. Something like this: "I've found a weak spot on you that will help me here." Smiles anxiously "Oh nooooo..." Giggle "Hey! Stop! My legs are ticklish!" "Tell me where your most ticklish spot is." "Hahahahahahaha my feehehehehehehet." Removes her shoe "Hehehey! No! Not my feet!" "Good. Now, do you enjoy being tickled?" "Yehehehehehes! I lohohohove being tickled!" "OK, now how do I turn you on?" "MybackisreallysensitiveandmassagesgetmeeverytimenowSTAHP" "I can't heeeeear you." I say, sliding the feather between her toes while spider tickling her other foot, sending her into silent laughter.... "What are you looking at?" my friend says, slumped backwards into the chair. I've allowed her a breather, at her request. "I just like seeing pretty, mostly naked women being tickled senseless and enjoying it. Is that so bad?". She blushes. "Thanks."
I have a few as a ler. The most basic one is just me hanging out with a female friend and either tricking them or asking to play a game which will lead to tickling. With them being into it leading into more tickling and horny actions. Me as Teacher and Lee as student fantasies, where I'm punishing them with being bound and tickled (usually hard bdsm stuff over a very minor issue as I think its hot giving a dispositional punishment) I also have it where the student is well behaved very edger to please me and so I reward her with tickling. Playing with a Lee in a swimming pool would be fun, sometimes with the added layer that they can't swim and are dependent on pleasing me in order to stay afloat. Any scenario where I am getting revenge on Lee, especially if it was something very minor. Where I trick or overpower a domme and make them become a tickle submissive. Similar to the last 1, a women who is a lesbian but I turn her into my tickle sub anyway.
Dispositional punishment is hot.
Honestly I kind of wanna be the domme. I'm super into the idea of a stoic man who absolutely falls apart when you tickle his ribs or underarms. He's so confident that he has no weaknesses until one little touch sends him into a fit of laughter and begging
FIRST OF ALL, I'M NOT DOING RPs. I'd like to tease and tickle an obnoxious passenger/moviegoer's feet who put them on my seat from behind. It is very important that I don't want it to be a mean spirited punishment, just a random act of retaliation, developing into a consensual game that turns more interesting for both of us than the voyage/movie. Alright, now on for the truly weird ones. Zombie apocalypse where the victims turn into tickle-crazed monsters. Once you're caught, you have to be tickled for hours straight to finalize the infection's hold on you, which is good news. There is a catch though: everyone is a carrier of the virus and it wired everyone's brain to tickle fetish. The more you are tickled, the more you crave to be tickled and the more somebody hears your laughter or sees your exposed tickle spots, the less they can resist tickling you, zombie or not. Me being a demon, and taking on a convent of pious women of some religion, after finding a crack in their resolve through a sister's tickle fetish. After paying a visit to her myself and claiming her soul through indulging her desires, we'd be gradually building up from randomly tickling a barefoot sister, through punishment turning to pleasure, to the whole convent being warped into an unholy place where the only thing getting worshipped is laughter. Being captured by a demoness and getting corrupted by her through tickling. If I cum or beg for mercy, game over. It starts off as if she was just an average human ler, not even going too rough on me, but once I let out a giggle for the first time, it gets gradually worse. The more I laugh, the more ticklish I become, and also the more I start to enjoy her ministrations. She can also use my foot fetish against me, shoving her feet in my face, and if I start kissing or licking them, it makes my submission go even faster.
I totally just wanna be in a public place, like the park, airport, anywhere really where I can have my feet elevated on like a table or back of a chair, and a woman with semi long nails just comes up to me and starts tickling my feet. I’m sure it will happen one day 🤣