#tickle fantasies

[androgynousevilqueen]

For the "dark fantasies" thing you posted: a lotta my "fantasies" boil down to tickling the absolute shit outta my favorite fictional dudes, but a lotta them boil down to this: I am a "service ler" to a "power lee" who is a very smug, very teasing, very handsome demon man. (aka Sebastian Michaelis wait who said that)

He may be the one getting tickled, but it is a form of love-based worship and he loves it no end, and he won't tell me to stop until he is fully satisfied. Until then, he'll keep demanding (or, in very rare cases, begging) for more "worship."

And that means he's gonna be tickled for a very very very very very very very very very long time cause demons have a super strong stamina.

You don't see much of this take out there, and I like it!

Some of my own fantasies with my characters have elements of this power bottom dynamic. Keeps things interesting and unexpected!

[tormentingtheticklish]

my fantasy is a ler softly dragging a feather across every part of my body to see where i’m ticklish, then revisiting each discovered spot with more intensity

Oh big fan of feathers huh?

Send me your tickle fantasies

[tickletoy]

Just to preface since it's referenced in the fic and shortenings of his name are used, this is what the Drow's name translates to!

Amalethdaer'Drada of House Ilrae

Amal= Divine

Eth= Obsession

Daer= Trickster

Drada= Second born

Il= Masters of

Rae= fell powers

"Why do the elves hate us so much?"

"Stay towards the back, and avoid eye contact with the drow. They'll take it as a challenge. At least the high elves don't think we're worth the effort.”

“I just don't understand; what've we done to deserve this?!”

“You damn Humans have made a mockery of our kind for too long.”

The male drow sneered, white hair to his midback with purple highlights and a first fiery gaze that pierced right through them making him no less intimidating. He is given way by the others by the bars, making him stand out in the center and look all the more regal among them. His clothing is all black with pops of red on his belt and the vibrant ruby around his neck. An ostentatious gift he'd had no choice but to accept and adorn on his and the High Elves treaty. They make his red eyes stand out all the more.

“Too long we were used and abused by our matriarchs. We can't overpower them. But we can absolutely overpower you. There will be no escape, though it'll be humorous for us if you try. Not so, for you, in the face of your punishment.”

The high elf beside him laughed, soft blonde hair and gold eyes beautiful and eye-catching but also so, so dangerous. So much more than his light-hearted facade and fine clothes would have one believe.

“They're so fun aren't they? They make the most adorable reactions when you toy with them.”

His gaze scanned the woman and then he smirked as he locked eyes with a terrified, cowering girl. Her eyes pleaded with him not to say anything, as she looked fearfully at the drow beside him, but he wasn't feeling merciful tonight. Her hands were clasped together, likely in prayer as they covered her nude body. Like he said.

Adorable.

“Especially that one there. You should hear the way she squeals and giggles when you tickle her. It's truly precious, in the most pathetic way possible, of course.”

“Tickling, hm?”

The drow’s gaze moved to her and she cringed into the darkness of the wall further, but it was no use. The shadows had never hindered him. There would be no hiding. Her reaction amused him, and his lips quirked up into a smirk that made her cheeks flush.

“I want her.”

“Excellent choice, Daer. Come.”

She froze, hesitating, her eyes darting around for an escape, when the girl beside her roughly pushed her forward making her yelp and rush to catch herself on her hands.

“Go! Or they'll torment even more of us!”

Another scoffed.

“Honestly! It's just a little tickling-”

Amalethdaer noted her flinch and the way she couldn't look the girl in the eye as she said the word.

“The rest of us get hurt! She acts like it's such torture!”

“Just go already! Better you than us! Everyone knows Amalethdaer'drada is the worst of the worst! It's about time it was your turn instead of getting lucky with Sochirus all the time! ”

“B-But it's just tickling, you'll probably be fine!”

The girl looked betrayed but nodded, cheeks burning in embarrassment as she clambered to her feet. She shuffled over, eyes locked on the floor, submissively as she sheepishly covered her breasts.

While Amal was locked onto her reactions, Sochirus was more fascinated by her dynamic within the tribe of females. Seems she was bottom of the pack.

As she exited the cell door Amal grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his gaze, making her gasp.

“Oh, I'm going to have fun with you, pretty, pathetic girl that you are~ The others call me by my full title, but you? You shall call me Amal, for tonight and every night forward I shall become your divinity. You will come to fear the shadows you tried to hide in when I'm through with you.”

She seemed confused at that but he did not assuage it, instead moving to drag her behind him after an affirming glance at the blonde man.

“Tell the others to do as they wish and then reconvene in my quarters.”

Sochirus giggled beside him, eyes glittering in excitement as he moved to follow them after a nod at the group of drow and high elves alike outside.

“You heard him; but do try not to go overboard, yes?”

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Treatment Plan

Last night was supposed to be harmless New Year’s Eve fun, partying with friends, dancing with strangers, and maybe finding someone to ring in the new year with. I remember dancing and taking shots with a really hot guy at some club where we'd shared a new year kiss. There's nothing else in my memory and I don’t remember when I passed out but I wake up alone in a medical examination room, naked, gagged, and strapped down to a bed with my arms above my head and legs spread wide.

The door opens and four men walk in. The first one I recognize is the hot guy I'd made out with. Except now, he has the look of a doctor, dressed in a white coat, wearing a stethoscope and holding a clipboard. The other three men are wearing nurses scrubs and not a single one acknowledges me as they step into the room and close the door behind them.

The doctor glances down at his clipboard and looks at me, smirking slightly. “It says here you’ve been admitted due to your issues with obedience and self-control. I promise we deliver the best results here, so you, darling, will be in tip-top shape in no time,” his voice is tinged with mockery and I try to shake my head and explain that this is all a mistake, that I have no idea what is going on, and I’m not supposed to be here.

“Day one of this treatment regimen helps us establish a baseline of what we’re working with and involves some sensory deprivation just to enhance the effectiveness but I promise, you’ll enjoy it,” he purrs, coming to stand next to my head before sliding a piece of fabric over my eyes. I struggle uselessly against the bindings, trying to dislodge the blindfold but it’s too secure to move. I feel hands hold my head in place before someone else slides headphones over my ears and suddenly, I’m blind and deaf to the world.

There is nothing to prepare me for what comes next, and no way that I can have any ability to sense what they plan to do to me. I can feel tears pricking at my eyes, absorbing into the blindfold when suddenly, I feel fingers trail along my ribs.

I let out a muted whimper, my body instinctively lurching in response. The feeling is so overwhelming and I’m absolutely senseless and helpless. The fingers linger around my hips and dig in gently, making me jerk uselessly in my bindings. It’s almost too much for my body to handle, the unknown touches, the horrible anticipation and suspense of not knowing anything at all.

Without warning, the fingers dig harder into my ribs, tickling me harshly and mercilessly. I wail behind the gag and thrash desperately, begging for it to stop to no avail. The fingers don’t let up and my entire world has narrowed to the unbearable sensations those fingers are drawing out of my bound body. There’s nothing I can do except endure it.

My wails have died down to little mindless whimpers as the tickling continues to ravage my ribs and hips when I feel the fingers pull away finally. I gasp for air, hoping that this torture is finally going to be over. Suddenly, I feel fingers brush against my underarms and I scream so hard my throat feels raw. I’m yanking and pulling at the straps holding me down but I’m bound too tightly. Tears are flowing freely into the blindfold as my body jerks. The fingers dig devastatingly into my underarms and I’m inconsolable. The tickling feels like electricity going straight into my nerves and it makes my mind hazy.

There’s no mercy and no stopping. The fingers find every vulnerable spot on my body and there’s nothing to stop the wretched tickling that’s making me want to curl into myself and disappear. There’s no acclimation to the feeling or becoming desensitized to it all. Every single movement feels like my body is dancing on a live wire and I have no choice but to experience every devastating feeling.

Another set of fingers finds their way to my hard nipples and I can barely draw in enough air to scream as the stimulation adds to the overwhelming feelings crashing through my body. Flicks against my nipples make me squirm and moan.

Then, my world lights up behind my blindfold when I feel fingers on my clit.

The combination of tickling at every sensitive spot on my body and the focus on my clit shatters me. Every single nerve is pulled open and vulnerable to unforgiving, relentless stimulation and I know I’m dripping wet onto the bed under me. It’s all too much for my brain to process. Every force on my body pushes me closer and closer to an orgasm and it’s unbearable.

A sudden flash of pain hits my clit as someone’s fingers sharply pinch my throbbing button and I wail as my orgasm barrels through my body. None of the stimulation lets up and the fingers on my clit continue to force waves of pleasure through my body while fingers everywhere else drive my orgasm even higher. I’m delirious and barely coherent between all of the different assaults of stimulation that wrack my body.

I feel the fingers on my clit pull away and I’m gasping and shaking. The tickling at my ribs and underarms doesn’t relent and I can barely catch my breath enough to sustain my sobs. Fingers brush against my inner thighs and I can’t help but whine, hearing only my wild heartbeat thudding in my ears.

Suddenly, there’s a vibrator slammed against my clit and my mind breaks. There are too many things going on but my whole being is driven to focus on the horrible vibrator pillaging my clit with no mercy. My next orgasm shoots through me with no warning, no build up, no gentle waves of pleasure. Just pure ecstasy shooting deep through my body, so hard that I can feel it in my bones and it renders me completely broken.

I have no concept of time or place as the torture continues. My body moves on its own accord as it struggles and trembles, futilely trying to avoid every touch. It could have been ten minutes or ten hours when everything finally fades away and all of the hands touching me are gone. I lie there, limp, unmoving, unthinking, barely conscious. It takes me an immeasurable amount of time to catch my breath, my body still feeling phantom aftershocks of pleasure and torment. I vaguely register the feeling of someone pulling the headphones off of my head and I’m able to hear again.

“Oh darling,” his voice is the first thing I recognize, “I suppose I forgot to mention, this treatment regimen has ten levels. And we can’t move on from level one until you learn to control your body and keep still during your treatments. Clearly we’re not going to get there today, but perhaps you’ll do better tomorrow. Otherwise, you’re in for a very long stay here…”

[sometimes-rendog]

day 60 pt.2, tree-stump chats

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[yardsards]

laios when his party needed more members:

[feathergail]

[ i.gnis - f.inal f.antasy 15] [commission]

PUMPING THRU COMMISSIONS RAGGGH. i recently started playing ff15 and i wanna tickle all the chocobros so bad

[tickletoy]

As someone with a horrifically ticklish back, neck, and shoulders I volunteer as tribute

A massage table has always been a fantasy of mine.

Strapping them down, getting my fingers in their worst places and hearing the restraints squeak.

The muffled laughter, the muffled moans, everywhere that's ticklish, everywhere that swells, gets red, drips.

The lips on their sensitive spots while the hands work all over them, worshipped by one and turned into a babbling little baby with the other.

Until I feather their *most* vulnerable spot, their limbs struggling against the tight leather, the coochie coochie coos making them feel so many things, breathing faster and faster until all the struggling stops.

And I've made them mine.

[tormentingtheticklish]

my tickle fantasy is that i want to be tied down and completely immobilised and have every single tool you could possibly think of tested on every spot. i want someone to find my absolute death spots and exploit them with the best worst tool possible

i want someone to find a spot that immediately makes me safeword. i want someone to find the spots that send me into uncontrollable giggles

i want someone to find what makes me tick and use me as a tickle you for their own pleasure

I love this I need to do this kind of merciless, torturous tickling to someone.

10/10 fantasy

Send me your tickle fantasies

[clittcklorgasm]

Imagine, that there is a "spa" where you can order a tickle torture instead of a massage. The idea is absolutely amazing. In the menu, you can also choose your tickler according to what you prefer.

It is interesting to imagine that you will receive a voucher as a gift, but you cannot choose anything yourself. Upon arrival, you will find out that you are booked in this spa for a whole week and the most merciless tickler of all has to "take care" of you. His specialty is clit tickling, when he won't let you climax. He teases you with all-powerful feathers, brushes and every 3 hours he rubs you with oil, after which you are even more sensitive.

After a week with him, you will be completely exhausted, but you will want to do it all over again.

[breakoutbox]

I think Fabian enabled Riz’s ring evolution

[quitonly]

VERTIGO 1958, dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[t1cklemexz]

What ones your favourite

I’d have to say number 3 but I’d love to have someone do number 4 to me anytime

(What would you do to these helpless feet)

[al-911]

There is a craving within you. An itch, never quite scratched. You have been tied up. You have been tickle tortured, and quite severely at that. You've blurred the lines between pleasure and torture, chasing the desperate high of being broken.

But there is always something else. A feeling you get, when you see or imagine bondage that would make most people recoil. You are curious to see just how close to evil bondage can be. You don't want someone just to dominate you.

You want a VILLAIN. And, in all seriousness, I would love to be this villainous for someone. These ideas might seem like pipe dreams, but never say never...

If you are a lee who would try any of these... let me know.

Maybe you'd like to be bricked up, bound or shackled to the wall, losing your freedom brick by brick. Temporarily, of course. And rest assured there will be removable bricks to slide instruments of ticklish torment into the dark chamber which will echo with your laughter.

Perhaps you'd like to experience being buried. Maybe you've even tried it at the beach, but sand doesn't quite provide enough restraint for your tastes...

When even the subterranean restraints aren't enough, there is always a coffin. Perhaps you could have those scalp massagers strapped to your feet, and actually be buried (shallowly) for a while, while you scream loud enough to wake the dead.

No, the coffin isn't immobile enough? Very well. How about expanding foam, to totally envelope you?

Or a full body cast?

Concrete?

An iron maiden?

No, you're right, not enough exposed, ticklish skin. And we mustn't forget a single inch... including your ears and the roof of your mouth.

Perhaps form fitting, unyielding metal is what you desire. Leaving strategic spots exposed... I wonder if this young lady is ticklish around her collarbones?

Let me be your villain.

[lovelymessybubbly]

recently finished anon commission ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ i hope this feeds some final fantasy fans !!! i always love cute long-haired blonde boys (*¯ ³¯*)♡ enjoy !!

[jordanswitches]

thinking about kneeling on your arms to pin them above your head, putting oil on your armpits and tickling them until you make noises you didn't know you could make, wbu