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I like being a good girl.

There’s nothing cuter than someone willing to take their tickles like a good girl

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Really wanna have a cute girl sitting on my lap so I can tickle their sides and make them freak out whenever I want and then pull them back closer to tease them about how much fun I’m having flustering them

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I think my inner thighs are becoming my worst spot!

😂😂😂

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I had an amazing session with Sir.

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Side boobs and inner thighs please.

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One of these days, I'll actually have the time to update this blog

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Switch if you're lucky 😘

god why is it so hot tickling guys? seeing big men crumble at my fingertips, hearing their cute lil giggles and cries, looking at their big smiles & scrunched eyes, watching them squirm around, muah! good stuff

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Restrained* instead of pinned

Please Consider: me pinning you on your stomach and tickling the heck out of your back and sides.

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100% true story of my first tickle (Original Content)

So this is the story of my first introduction to tickling from a ler, my Sir, a man here on tumblr 😊

I'm very shy about posting this.

Hope you enjoy.

What's Behind Door 1506?

We hit it off intellectually at first. I met him on the whisper app about something unrelated and we started chatting, innocently to start, about real life issues and thoughts.

After a while we discover shared ideas, kinks and complementary traits. He's a Dom and I'm a sub. He's into restraints and tickles, and I'm into being restrained... The tickling, I didn't know anything about. But I know he's only in town for a few days.

I never knew tickling was a kink but it makes total sense when I think about it. So I'm intrigued and I decide I have to give it a try. He's deprived of it so my sub side wants to give it to him and just hope I don't hate it. In this new lingo I've since learned, he's a switch but can ler and is naturally dominant and leading.

We make plans to meet in his hotel. We discuss logistics - can I get to your room without a key? Is the hotel entrance guarded? We decide to go fully anonymous... No names, no faces... so once I get to there, he voice messages me and talks me through the casino, to which floor, etc.

We hang up and I take the elevator to his floor. I walk to his room, which is darkened and the door left cracked open. I paused in front of the door before going in. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and walked in. He immediately came up behind me, placed a pillowcase over my face and pushed me deeper into the room.

I dropped my bag to my side as he held me by my wrists behind my back. I'm 5'5" and he's much larger than me, over a foot taller. He's very strong and, using more authority and control than violent force, he leads me next to the bed. I'm wearing jean shorts, a blue shirt and white checkered shirt and white sneakers.

We're standing, him behind me, and I'm already breathing hard with anticipation. He swiftly and in one motion pulls my shorts off and nudges me forward so I'm kneeling on an ottoman. He pushes and guides me down as I go face-first onto the bed.

My ass in the air, he bound my wrists behind my back with rope. I've wanted to be bound with ropes since I was a teenager and I'm elated to struggle against them. He pulls my shoes and socks off and tickles my feet at first, and I'm kicking and trying to get away from the intensity of the sensations from his fingertips. I'm so sensitive that event he gentlest grazes send shivers through me. He uses pressure to torture the soles... it's a painful pleasure and I've never had anyone do this before. He uses the hair brush I though I was so smart to bring, just in case.

He eventually lets go of my feet and I'm there, blindfolded and don't know what's he's doing next. Then I feel his strong hands on my sides, my first tickle and I'm dying. I'm bucking and giggling and moaning and struggling against my restraints.

I'm in fucking ecstasy.

And as quickly as he grabs me, his hands are gone... I'm sweating, I'm catching my breath, I'm so anxious about where his hands will go next. He's standing behind me and reaches out to rub my ass and pussy. I'm so turned on by his touch, this big man I don't know, this strong stranger whose control I'm under. I'm so wet, I'm soaking through my panties.

After a teasing rub, he grabs my panties and cuts them open, completely exposing me, and then his hands and fingers start exploring and rubbing my clit. I'm very vocal but he told me not to be, not with the thin hotel walls, so I'm struggling to stay quiet. My face is in the mattress and I'm moaning and whimpering as little as I can tolerate.

He rubs along my slippery wet lips and circles my clit. It feels so good and my body tenses up with his touch. His fingers enter me and he fucks me with his hands, my tight pussy pulsing as the pleasure overwhelms me.

But he's doing what he wants, that becomes clear. He's just playing with my body to watch me, to control me, to own my pleasure. And when he wants to, he stops playing with my pussy. I'm quiet and subdued for a moment, like a kitten, and then I feel his fingers start to walk along my body.

From my thighs, grazing my ass, and then finger-stepping up my hips... I gasp and my pupils dilate in anticipation as he tickles my sides again, this time more forcefully and sustained.

I'm completely losing my mind over the sensations but I love love love the feeling of being so helpless, of his power and strength and how little it takes him to control me.

I can't see him, I can't hear him, I can't touch him. But I can sense that he's pleased with me. I can sense his smirk.

I try to stay as quiet as I can, as he wishes, but I can't help myself as giggles and moans and gasps escape me.

I'm giggling like giggle fits, but also with whimpers.... I've never experienced this, the alternating sense of torture and pleasure and fun and joyful glee. I'm completely entranced and lost in the moment, but my entire body is electrified, every nerve-ending and goose-bump anxious about where his touch will be next.

In between tickles, he plays with me again.

This time, he has toys.

This is where I have to break narrative to explain that I'm telling you the things as recall them, as I can remember.

I was so lost in the feeling, in the pleasure, in the scene. I don't remember the exact order things happened. It's all flashbacks and echoes of pleasure and sensations.

By the time he's got toys out, I'm just a panting, gasping, whimpering, hot and sweaty lump of flesh. You know those sex drunk anime girls with the crossed eyes and tongue sticking out? I imagine I looked like that.

He uses the magic wand on my clit. It's already powerful and he turns it up to a high setting, my back arches and I'm shuddering as the intense vibrations course through me, my feet pointed to the ceiling, my toes curling.

He lubes me but I'm so wet I don't actually need it. He fucks my pussy with a dildo, sometimes putting the wand back on my clit, sometimes taking it away. At his whims, he's changing the toys, sometimes fucking my pussy, sometimes rubbing my clit, and then he's rubbing my ass with his finger. It tickles and I'm giggling and shaking. Then he fingers my ass with one hand and rubs my clit and pussy with the other. I'm basically being held from the inside. This, using my holes and getting my whimpers and giggles and moans and cries, this goes on and on and I am in love with every second of it.

And then, he stops. Time's up. He has to go. He takes and toys and his hands away and play is ending...

And I'm a sub, I'm a good girl, I don't make demands or requests...

...but I had to ask.

"Can I please ask a favor?"

"What is it?" he asked, curiously.

"Can I have one more tickle, Sir?"

He chuckled. I could hear this happiness and he gave it to me, giving me one more high to ride.

Afterwards, he led my still-blindfolded, jello-y self into the bathroom with my clothes and stuff. I got dressed, used the hairbrush I was so smart to bring along. I took a couple of deep breaths and I walked out the door, without ever seeing him or him seeing me.

POSTSCRIPT: You might've caught that I went from pillowcase over the face to blindfolded. What happened in reality was edited out for storytelling purposes but deserves to be addressed. While we did take risks in our meeting, when we discussed "logistics", it of course included discussions about limits and safe words and all that good stuff. One of the things we'd agreed to trying stuffing clean socks in my mouth, covering my face with a pillowcase and then loosely securing the pillowcase around my face and neck. I liked this idea better than the blindfold at first, but very soon after I was bound, I found that the heat of my quickened breath in the pillowcase was stifling and I was fast-approaching a sense of panic. I said wait wait wait and threw out a "yellow" signifying that I needed something. This gentle giant immediately helped me, getting me air before my panic started to rise. He quickly got me free but somehow without exposing my face, so I was blindfolded for the rest of the session. He was careful to make sure I was okay, that I was calmed, that I felt safe and secure and wanted to keep going. I couldn't wait.

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I was an actual cheerleader once. Photo taken when I was 22 or 23... I still have the uniform!

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I never cared about this until I experienced being a Little to a big man and now I'm addicted. 🥴

I have a big kink for size/strength difference, if you're bigger and stronger than me I want to be on top just so you can flip me over, pin me down, and tell me "oh baby, you're much too small for that, I'm twice as strong as you." FUCK

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Hi Sir, do you want to play with me?

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Implements of ecstasy i.e. tickle torture