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A Royal Gift

(A fantasy-ish ff/m tickle torture story.)

I was a birthday gift for Princess Julietta – a thoughtful one, I guess, since it seems she’s gotten a lot of use out of me. That was just after the peasant rebellion, when all the rebel soldiers had been killed or sent home to their fields and farms or, like me, remained prisoners of the crown. I was not an ideal soldier. I was a scrawny farmhand, never held a musket, captured at my first battle. I spent the rest of the rebellion a prisoner, and a month after the rebellion was quashed I remained a prisoner.

The stockade where I was imprisoned was an old horse stable, I think, now filled with hundreds of rebel captives. Mostly we were ignored, left to languish. Then one morning, the guards came to the tiny cell where I was kept. They burst in and aggressively threw me to the floor, taking off my tunic and tying my wrists behind my back. Then they picked me up by my shoulders and pulled me through the stockade, faster than I could keep up so my toes dragged along the hay and dirt floors. I thought for sure I was about to be tortured for information I didn’t have, or simply for entertainment.

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I’m leaning towards deactivating this account by the end of the week. It’s possible I’ll change my mind, possible I’ll come back again in a different form, but right now it’s time for me to admit I’ve probably gotten everything I’m going to get out of this place for now.

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Soft tortures for tough girls.

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With each clanking noise emanating from the pulley device you could feel your wrists being pulled further away and your body gradually being stretched out.

Being cuffed to the slim wooden frame and rendered powerless, you can hear your own heart pounding to a million beats per second as you are stretched taut.

You halfheartedly tug at your wrists for no reason other than to reaffirm your captivity.

"So this is it, I am super stuck", you think to yourself.

You have seen this exact scenario being played out countless times both inside your head and in the videos that lured you into the world of tickling in the first place.

But no amount of research could have prepared you for this moment, being laid out and pinned down to a torture device where you can feel the hard wood pressing against your bare skin makes it feel all too surreal.

Before you start getting cold feet, your tickler starts to slowly trace a finger around your naval area, sending you into a frenzy of uncontrollable giggles.

The errant finger circles around the bellybutton with such flair and accuracy that it snaps you out of your anxieties, depriving you of the ability to think about anything other than your ticklish predicament.

"You are in some deep trouble, Missy."

The skillful tickler correctly assess the situation, both of you gathered from this little tease that you are far too ticklish for your own good.

Your cheeks are scorching from the mere thought of having your entire body, from head to toe, thoroughly exploited for manic laughter. And that's how it is supposed to be.

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Really missing my old RP partners these days.

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I’m ready. What about you? Are you ready?

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Curling toes need to be punished.

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Blessed are the screamers.

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Grab life with both hands.

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Why does it feel like the end of an era in a good way?

To oversimplify it, KaraSmiles was a big reason why I joined the Tumblr tickling community many years ago. We became friends for a time until it became clear that whoever ran that account was impersonating someone from their real life who probably didn’t know it was happening. It was a deep, deep betrayal.

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Not that anyone does or should care but seeing that @karasmiles-deactivated20241123 finally deactivated feels like the end of an era in a good way.

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What better way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon than on the couch with your feet up?

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This spot is entirely illegal.