#tickling kink.

[littlepuppylee]

☀️Soft morning tickles☀️

Pressed against their chest while their hands travel over your waist, over your hips, and sliding over to your tummy. Drawing small, ticklish circles that leave butterflies in your stomach and your heart full of love. Soft enough to leave you feeling sleepy, but just enough to let small giggles slip between your lips

[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…”

[al-911]

The ominous machine fills you with dread, as your captors lead you into the interrogation room.

As they intricately and securely fasten you to it, in a position that makes you feel tremendously vulnerable, they explain.

You must clamp the strange gag in your mouth tightly, to prevent water flowing from the tank above you. This tank is a counterweight, keeping you from sliding backwards.

You see, behind you are two electrical contacts positioned to make contact with the soles of your feet. There are many, many nerve endings in your soles... a few minutes of the pulsing, crackling current has been enough to break many, MANY hundreds of prisoners like you. Not one woman has been able to keep her mouth shut during her tortures on this device...

They apply electrogel to your soles, and you squirm imperceptibly (the restraints are very tight) as they intentionally tickle your toes.

Ironically, keeping your mouth shut is all you have to do to avoid the torment. Well, the electrical one...

You grimly bite down on the gag. You'll never talk, you tell yourself.

You did not, however, reckon on them continuing to tickle you. Skilled hands, armed with unbelievably ticklish tools, explore every inch of your helpless legs and feet. You realise the purpose, and attempt desperately to maintain pressure on the gag, laughing through clenched teeth... but you feel your teeth slip, and hear running water multiple times.

You know you are sliding backwards. You know your feet will touch the contacts. If you could only keep it together...

[littlepuppylee]

☀️I absolutely long for tickles while cuddling; the kind of tickling where you’re pressed right up against each other and you can’t help but squirm closer to them☀️

☀️The kind of tickles that are full of affection and adoration; their hands squeezing your hips, skittering up your sides, and darting to your tummy☀️

☀️Your sweet giggles and whines for them to stop only fuel the fire in their heart for you, causing their lips to curl into a smirk as they take the final blow (literally) and blow raspberries into the crook of your neck☀️

☀️Your shriek and laughter is so so contagious, causing giggles to slip past your ler’s lips as they watch your scrunched, smiling face bask in the sunlight that hits you just right☀️

☀️God they can’t believe you chose them☀️

[littlepuppylee]

☀️No cause the itty bitty switch inside of me is going crazy, I wanna be both of them so fucking bad!!!!☀️

“I can’t move!” “But I can move for you 😈 “

[ol-alex-lo]

tie me up, deny me my orgasm while you brush my cl!t with a brush until I pass out

[justpostinganonymous-lee]

I love bondage what is it about someone tying you up and forcing every inch of you to be loved and worshiped whether you like it or not. You're vulnerable but at the same time someone is caving under your irresistiblity

[socaltickle5]

Spent the last week moving to a new house. Figured it was time for a proper “red room” … still have a lot of work to do, but I had the absolute delight of giving @nyxtickled her “most intense session ever” in the beginning stages of the room!

Her sass didn’t last long after this video. You’ll see in the content we filmed…video 1 will be on her page soon (Nyx simps please don’t hold your breath too long)

Also, definitely plan on using standing bondage in front of the 6 foot mirror to make her watch herself be tickled.

Please take note of the 2 pursonics always charging in the background! I’d hate for them to die on her 😜

[al-911]

Desperate anticipation is vital in the buildup to any interrogation.

So take away her senses. Leave her to stew a while.

Let her mind race, her senses start to heighten as they reach out for input in the darkness and silence.

Close in on her tingling, sensitive skin at will.

[sqrkyclean]

i just realized i never posted this on this account.... the second ever piece i drew of malibu

[littlepuppylee]

☀️Neck kisses + rib and side tickles + hugs just make me feel so loved and blushy ☀️

[grey-ace-tickles]

ugh I am so weak for people discovering you're ticklish like

"oh? what's this??"

"wow you're really ticklish!"

"really? Here??"

"how on earth am I just finding out about this?"

"now I know how to get you to ____ "

and you can't answer bc you're just a blushing giggly mess

[benji-1210]

made a little guide to my needs 😏😳

[al-911]

All the best games have consequences for losing.

[toedigger47]

Submit. Accept. Lose all hope. 👋😵‍💫

[littlepuppylee]

Update On My Life:

Hi everyone!

I know it's been a while since I've been active, a lot has been going on in my life recently, and my recently I mean the past year. Just a warning, I do talk about just like anxiety, depression, and dealing with trauma and thoughts of sewer slide.

First, I would just like to thank you guys for being patient with me and my absence. I know I don't have a large following, but I still have people on here who I would chat with occasionally. I haven't been doing well since July of 2023. To sum everything up, I had jumped from relationship to relationship, got cheated on in one, had a fwb relationship for the first time and got my heart broken, and was uhhhh not well mentally lmao. Sorry I'm avoiding trauma dumping. But hey I finally lost my virginity, so that's something.

So for me, whenever I've been in relationships, I kind of neglect my NSFW Tumblr blogs mainly because I don't want my partners finding them and either 1. finding out some kinks that I'm not ready to share, or 2. presume that I am cheating on them or being unfaithful.

I'm also in therapy and I should be starting some anti-anxiety medication that should also help with depression. Yay, Zoloft. Oh yeah! Officially diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder - not surprised since it runs in my family- and Atypical Depression - I didn't fit the entire criteria for Major Depressive Disorder since my depressive episodes aren't long enough, which also runs in my family - as well as some symptoms relating to PTSD - I don't fit the entire criteria for PTSD I think; I just remember being diagnosed with Acute Stress Disorder. I'll talk to my therapist about that for clarification.

Also, don't be like me and jump from relationship to relationship as a way to distract yourself from the negative feelings from the past one. 1. That just isn't fair to the other person if they are not aware of this, and 2. You need to give yourself time to heal. I never gave that to myself because I thought I was fine. I thought I was better, but my therapist helped me realize that no, I am not better. She had said to me that just because I feel better, that doesn't mean I am actually better, and when she asked me for my thoughts on what she had just said, I realized that I haven't been better for a while. I haven't been better for a long time, which became more obvious when I opened up to her about a traumatic event that happened when I was 12-13 and hadn't talked about in years.

I ended my most recent relationship because I realized that I was in fact not okay and not over my trauma, and the levels of anxiety and feelings of apathy from depressive episodes that I was feeling was affecting my relationship. It was a good relationship, but I probably shouldn't have been in a relationship to begin with at the time considering 1. my grandfather died and that was a bit traumatic to witness, 2. I had just gotten my heart heavily broken, and 3. uhhhh mental health got SUPER bad :] Thoughts of sewer slide, but I'm hanging in!

Alright! Let's get onto the positive stuff! Besides that, the second semester of my second year of college is going super well academically speaking. It's the end of the semester right now, finals are coming up very soon, and I have 2 B's and the rest are A's as of this moment. All I have left now are mostly papers, 2 official finals, and a presentation. I'm also an aunt now! Not too fond of kids myself, but my nephew is the exception lmao, he's pretty cool for a newborn. I've also been reading a book right now called 'Tiny Traumas' to hopefully help me identify some areas in my life that could've contributed to the way I think, act, and feel, and how to move forward. I also finally get to start working, so making some money will be nice. Putting off relationships for a while and focusing on making money and bettering myself

What have I learned? Well, I can't have sex without developing feelings - found that out the hard way, I genuinely DID go through a traumatic experience and I had been downplaying it for years because nothing physical happened, don't trust Gemini men, don't date a 23 year old at 19, DON'T TAKE HIM BACK AFTER HE CHEATS EVEN IF IT WAS ONLY EMOTIONALLY CHEATING, and I cannot do a polyamorous relationship. Scratch that, what I actually learned was that I was a unicorn lmao. At least it makes a good funny story to tell.

So I'm mostly making all of this known to hopefully help feel someone less alone, especially on the NSFW side of Tumblr, as well as to just vent a bit while avoiding trauma dumping. This is also just to help show where I've been and how I'm doing. Besides that, I should be back for good, and I hope you guys are doing well :)