I’m in the back seat of a car, my feet propped up on the middle console, one person in each of the front seats. they both lock my ankles in their arms and begin to tickle my feet. I’m unable to move except my upper body thrashing around in the back. then, they slowly peel my socks off by tickling them up and off my soles, letting them hang from my toes until my twitching knocks them off, leaving my feet bare. they drench my soles in oil and switch between using their fingers, electric toothbrushes, and hairbrushes to tickle me. the car is parked far away from anyone driving by and seeing, so I’m completely helpless and forced to endure the tickling for as long as my ticklers decide. knowing that I’m trapped, they make me tell them where it tickles the most (it’s always right underneath my toes, which they know, they just want me to say it), tell me to keep my toes spread and hold them still, and make me tell them I love it and beg for them to keep going (again, they know I love it and want them to keep going, they just want to drive me as crazy as they possibly can). “please tickle my feet,” I say through hysterics. “I love it.” “don’t stop.” “tickle my toes.” “do your worst.” I urge them on because I don’t want it to stop. not until the sun goes down and I’m out of breath and they decide I’ve had enough. I’m thoroughly destroyed and completely out of breath, but it was worth every second of tickling.
I don’t know why I crave this scenario so badly, but I NEED for it to happen to me some day. let me know if anyone wants to help me make my dream come true 🫣 until then, here’s a glimpse into what it looks like.
6 minutes (+audio) of tying my legs, struggling to escape and asking for help from you🥵! You will untie me 😭? Dm me for the FULL video or check my FREE OF 😏