tinyticklishbud

[tinyticklishbud]

There’s nothing I love more than a little ticklish clit, I can’t do anything but fantasize about teasing it with feathers until it’s throbbing

Imagine, you’re tied up, legs spread exposing your wet pussy to the air, your lips and hood clamped back so your little bud is so vulnerable to the world. I start with the feather, flicking gently across the tip of your clit until you’re giggly and moaning and begging for more. You’re gonna regret that. I stroke the edge of the feather firmly across your little bud and make you scream. I’m sawing the feather back and forth in every direction across your twitching clit until I see you getting close. I stop, and start flicking the tip of the feather on your clit once every few seconds, seeing you twitch at every contact. Once you’ve come down from your near-orgasm, the sawing and stroking begins again, over and over across your tortured little bud, edging you into a drooling mess for me

Then comes the softest paintbrush you’ve ever felt, small enough to target your hard little pearl. Soft enough to drive you insane, but not enough to let you cum. With your hood pulled back your clit can’t hide, and it twitches and squirms with every stroke of the brush across the tip, down the sides, circling around, or tickling the underside. With your wetness from so many denied orgasms I dip the brush into your pussy, then I can use the lubrication to keep painting that tortured little bud. I can have you alternating between laughing, screaming, and moaning for hours

My brain is currently malfunctioning so excuse the lack of vocabulary but yes please do all of the above

[tinyticklishbud]

Uh oh, someone is so sensitive down there... washing up must be a bit difficult... both the soap and the water. I'm sure someone's willing to help, of course, but you'll have to ask...

It sure would be a shame if they insisted on being thorough, and had to start allllll over if things... got out of hand.

I am extremely ticklish down there so if you're offering a helping hand you must take precaution and restrain my legs apart to avoid any hazardous limb. And if you're gonna be thorough, well.... accidents are bound to happen when my weakness is manipulated like that

[tinyticklishbud]

Naked, tied to the sturdy extra wide capacity chair in your study, legs dangling off the sides and gaping open. A pendulum is positioned right against the core of my weakness, a feather attached to its end, flicking back and forth, its wispy soft tip sweeping at my ticklish bud which extends more and more out of its protective hood, exposing itself to the torments of its fiendish assailant. "You were complaining how I'm always in my study working and neglecting you so I thought I would keep you a little... preoccupied while I finish up my work. Don't worry, it should only take a couple of hours then I can properly play with you"

[tinyticklishbud]

Well now you've got me curious... what's the lightest touch you think would be enough to set you off? Thin paper lightly dragged over your clit? The frayed end of a thread? A hair?

I actually don't have an answer to that but my clit is much more sensitive to lighter touches. The frayed thread end and hair would be extremely ticklish I'm left squeezing my legs just thinking about it

[tinyticklishbud]

Hmm... breath, you say?

So I shouldn't take this hairdryer, and I shouldn't tape this funnel on, and then I definitely shouldn't turn it on low (no heat) and point it riiiight there?

When I tell you my jaw dropped...

The way I can clearly see it, my legs wide open with your devious self between them, my lips pulled apart making everything so easily accessible and with a simple click the diabolical device comes to life, a bulls eye aimed at my weakest spot...

How much will you taunt me for being so ticklish on that little button that the air from a blowdryer is sufficient to drive me hysterical...

[tinyticklishbud]

My little bud is so ticklishly weak against breath even thinking about it is making me squeeze my legs together and giggle

I wonder how much I could tease you just with my breath?

Imagine you, spread nice and wide, unable to move an inch... And feeling nothing but my gentle warm breath flow over your sensitive, helpless, clit...

How bad would you scream? Would it be enough to send you over the edge? Or would it be just not enough, leaving you on the precipice as your juices flow down your legs as you scream through the tortuous tickling, so turned on but never able to get just what you need?

I’ve never thought about this before but it would be really interesting to see how I’d react to that. Low key I feel like it wouldn’t be enough to put me over the edge but hey there’s only one way to find out

[tinyticklishbud]

The amount of time I spend fantasizing about an evil plant tickle torturing my little pussy and clit to sheer insanity is unhealthy

[tinyticklishbud]

I kinda have a weird idea, hope you like it, if not is completely alright: How about we tie you down, spread eagle way, and put you in a special chasity belt that is filled with water full of "Garra Rufa Fish" better known as "Nibble Fish" that are in charge of sucking and nibbling on the skin, which makes it ticklish, so all of this little fishes are sucking and tickling your pussy lips and little clit. What makes it worse is that if you come, they will keep sucking and "eating" your clit with more intensity, so you better hold it in, otherwise youre stuck in an endless ticklegasm for the nexts hours, and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

***new kink unlocked***

As weird as this may seem to some, and if this is not your thing just skip right away, I HAVE thought about it before. Not fish that has never crossed my mind but having my tiny pussy fully exposed to little creatures to just go about freely and tickle me to insanity. Maybe a little disturbing but.......

[tinyticklishbud]

Hey! I found a good story from johnerotica that i think you'll like

Her first tour of the premises was one she would never forget. The first taste of the torments that awaited within the University of Erotic Artistry.

The classrooms within had been what she expected, with plenty of seminars underway exploring erotic poetry, live nude model painting classes and lectures examining the role of sexuality within the media. What she was met with at a room labelled  ‘discipline room’ however truly made her realise the extent to which sexuality embodied everything within the premises; both the curriculum itself as well as the punishments for those who disobey the rules or fall behind on coursework and assignments.

A lady was sat at a table, lightly adding the last details to a beautiful, intricate painting of female genitalia. Wondering how doing this painting was a punishment, the woman then turned to her and spoke.

“She has been denied for over a week.”

It was then that she realised that this woman holding the paintbrush was not the one being punished. Upon closer inspection, with a gasp of astonishment, it became clear that this was no painting at all. A girl was beneath the table, her genitals being painted with a flower design while she remained as still as possible, most certainly in complete sexual agony. Having been denied for a week, it was clear from the contractions of her pussy and the twitches of her clitoris that those slow, tantalising brushstrokes were teasingly and tormentingly pleasurable. The woman with the paintbrush seemed to take much delight in making the girl’s swollen clitoris ache with need for more, using her tongue and fingers to add to the cruel torture that the fine tipped paintbrush was mercilessly invoking.

Once it was over, the girl’s pussy was left alone to convulse with the need for more. It would be another few hours of teasing before the student would be allowed to climax. While she was shocked at the type of punishment she was witnessing, she couldn’t help but gaze at the beauty of the sight, unaware that it wouldn’t be long until the staff found a reason to put her through the very same scenario. The staff greatly enjoyed the many opportunities to perfect their techniques in the most erotic of body painting.

They way I throbbed reading this.

Because I know it will drive me to absolute ticklish insanity.

But I still want it.

[tinyticklishbud]

There's a square green envelope with a little red bowtie waiting for me on the vanity mirror when I pad into our bedroom wrapped in a fluffly bathrobe after a long relaxing bubble bath. A silly grin splits my face as I excitedly open it because it's so like you to leave me cheesy little notes.

Did you have a relaxing bath, precious?

I have a dinner date booked for us today at 6 at the restaurant you've been dying to try. VIP section so we have more privacy.

Wear the flared mini skirt I bought for you with the pantyhose. No panties allowed.

I have a little surprise for you ;)

My heart starts to gallop in my chest and I swallow around the lump in my throat. I was wondering when the revenge would come after the little stunt I had pulled on our last dinner date. It had been completely impulsive when I pulled my heels off and spent the entirety of our dinner with my foot pressed against your crotch, teasing and edging you through your pants. A long enough time had passed that I started to get comfortable thinking I was going to skate by without punishment, but now I see that you've been biding your time. Or maybe this isn't a punishment. Maybe I'm overthinking and this will be a normal dinner date.

It's not a normal dinner date.

You stand up to greet me with a lingering kiss as the server leads me into the VIP section, pulling my chair back like the gentleman you are and then you bend down to whisper in my ear, "I want you to sit right on the edge of the chair and keep your legs wide open. Do NOT close them no matter what"

The words 'or else' hang in the air unsaid, and I nod breathlessly adjusting myself on the chair so my pussy sits right on the edge with my legs splayed as wide open as they would go without drawing attention.

We chit chat like we normally would. The server takes our orders and leaves. The conversation picks up again. My head is buzzing. I'm nearly vibrating out of my skin with anticipation, waiting for the inevitable. The food arrives. Nothing happens. Until a clatter draws my attention.

"Oops, dropped my fork...."

There is a devilish grin on your face before you dive down under the table to retrieve the fallen utensil.

And that's when I feel it.

A sneaky finger strokes down my slit, and I hold my wail back at the last second. My mind goes into overdrive as I stare down in horror, and I quickly press my hands over my mouth just in time to muffle my helpless laughter as your finger treks back up my pussy crack. The thin fabric of the pantyhose enhances my susceptibility to your touch, a fact you seem very well aware of as your up and down strokes transition into light maddening scritches fixated right on top of my tiny bud which is starting to poke out of its protective hood.

"How is everything?"

My damnably ticklish button is now fully protruded and recoiling, completely defenseless against its relentless assailant, and I realise that you're not gonna give me the privilage of stopping the torment long enough for me to answer the server.

I accumulate enough strength to give the waiting server a thumbs up and a shaky "g-gre-great" before I crumble again under your diabolical torture as soon as they turn away. Your chuckle reverberates mockingly from under the table as you methodically continue to pick apart my weak clit, "Wait until I get into this pantyhose, and we have so much time left too. We're only on appetizers"

[tinyticklishbud]

"Here's how this is gonna go......"

Comes the seductive timber of your voice right in my ear from where I'm fully pressed against you, my back flush with your broad chest, my legs held obscenely open by your own strong thighs, my hands holding onto the couch for dear life from where you made me sit on them to immobilize them.

"I'm not gonna be too mean because I know just how... devastatingly ticklish this sweet little pussy is....."

I'm already shaking apart from anticipation as your hand wanders downdowndown torturingly slowly until it reaches its target, easily engulfing the entirety of my tiny pussy, and the sheer size of it does unspeakable things to my head.

"So... I'm gonna use just one finger... one tiny little finger right over your panties just like this..."

Scritchscritchscritch.

It feels like I was zapped with electricity. My hips buckle out of my control and I howl as your finger locates my slit and scritches lightly up and down through the fabric of my panties.

"Oh, dear, going crazy already? I'm barely touching you... As I was saying... I'm gonna tickle your sweet little pussy over your panties just like this for the next 5 minutes... "

My head whips from side to side against your shoulder as the edge of your blunt nail continues to mindlessly flick up and down my slit, and you're being so unfair to me, playing dirty like that, but we both know that I'm not gonna say or do anything to stop you, that when it comes to this I'm nothing but putty in your hands.

"Such a shame that a strong, independant woman like you would have such a fatal weakness between her legs for me to take advantage of."

I whimper helplessly like a kicked puppy and bite into my lip, panting in relief as your finger comes to a pause.

"Ready to hear my proposal then? See this finger right here?"

The same finger that nearly drove me out of my skin with the barest of touches. You hold it up for me, bending it menacingly like a dark promise before returning it to its dire hover over my weakest spot.

"This finger versus your pretty little pussy. All you have to do is stay quiet for the next 5 minutes. If I hear even one sound out of you before the time is up you lose and there will be dire consequences."

A shudder goes through my entire frame at the implications. But... I'm feeling especially reckless and defiant today.

"A-and if I wi-win?"

A pause.

A dark amused chuckle.

And then-

"Oh, you silly, silly girl. You really think you can win, don't you? I will make it my life purpose to prove how wrong you are."

[tinyticklishbud]

Hey, i love your blog, your stories and scenarios are so good, i have a scenario in my head that i hope you could read and react it, im new here so, sorry for the orthography.

You wake up, naked, tied up and spread eagle style, not knowing anything you are completelly restrained with no way of moving at all, you start looking around and see an open door, i come in.

You start asking and begging to let you go, but i just smile, sit down, and take out 10 different kinds of brushes, big, small, thick, thin, long short, etc... and start tease and tickle your little clit with all of my favourite brushes, i have all the different sizes and textures, lets see wich one feels more ticklish okey?

Oh no, you can't decide just with a few minutes of stroking, you need to choose correctly, and you can only do that with a long testing, lest just continue painting your little bud for some hours, and don't worry, i'll stop everytime you are close to cumming.

After 2 hours i stop, you start begging to let you cum, but how about we try someting else? lets put this cute chastity belt on you and i'll leave you with it for a bit, you think you are save but that belt starts moving around.

That is my "special panty" you know? when someone puts in on, million of little feathers start moving all around your pussy, specially in your clit, but don't worry, they also stop before you cum, we wouldn't want the fun to stop now, would we?

You start giggling and moaning around, trying to get out of the ropes and close your legs to try and protect your clit, but you can't, that belt is tightly secure on you. And thats when you realize, that everything tingles and tickles down there.

You see, when i was painting your clit, i didn't just use my brushes, each brush was soaked in a special lube that makes everything itchy, so it makes your little bud extra sensitive then usual, i hope you enjoy it, i'll be back in another 4 hours; scream all you like, no one will come to save you.

When im back i take the belt off of you, you are completely soaked, and start begging again to finally let you cum, since you behaved so good, i'll happy oblige.

I sit down, lean down in front of your pussy, my breath makes you tingle as my lips get closer; slowly i start kissing around your lips, gently teasing and tasting every inch of you while you try to squirm in your bonds. When I'm ready, i'll wrap my lips around it, your sex enveloped as my tongue swirls and licks inside, my arms wrap around your thighs, as I hungrily devour you.

After this long edging you became desperate, and finally the pleasure you wished for hits you, making you arch your back.

And thats when you realize, that i haven't stopped licking.

You panic, desperately trying to move away from my mouth but the bondage won't give. You're completely trapped as my mouth continues to lick, bite, and nibble your hyppersensitive clit.

Well, you wanted to cum, didn't you? and btw, the effects of the lube wont wear off until the next 2 hours, so i'll stay here for a long while, so you have nothing to do but stay there, squirm, scream and take it.

Oh. My. God.

The way I want this to happen to me SO BADLY.

But the chastity belt *cries in ticklish clit*

My legs are spread wide open, pillows placed under me to elevate my pussy and leave it completely accessible. You settle right between my legs humming as you take out each brush, lining them up in a queue in the same order you plan to use them ignoring my protests and pleads. You take a moment to admire my helplessness before you hold my clit hood back and get to work. Afterall you have a schedule to keep and you are a stickler for timing.

Each brush is so soft as it circles and flits and traces around my little bud in a neverending blur until I'm incoherent. Oh, look at that. Two hours have gone by already. You have some errands to run but you don't want to leave me.. bare like that. So you introduce the chastity belt. As you secure it on me you are very pleased with how perfectly it cups my tiny pussy like it was specifically designed for me and you mentally pat yourself on the back that you made the investment.

The belt kick starts with a hum. Thousands of tiny wispy feathers start to rummage around in my pussy and as I start to toss in my restraints you leave me to my fate. I lose track of time. Nothing exists outside my ticklish pussy. I don't even realise when you come back or take the belt off still feeling the ghostly tickles. You spread my lips and trace my tiny bud with a fingertip and I finally come back to the present with a hysterical scream of laughter, my bud unable to take any more torture.

When I plead with you to let me cum you easily comply, but not because you've finally taken mercy on me oh no but because you have a much more devious plan in mind. Your talented tongue makes quick work of my little bud. The tiny button is so ticklish and unable to withstand. The orgasm hits like a whirlwind of overwhelming pleasure. My relief is palpable. But I come crashing down as I feel your tongue still flickering over my little button. There is no escape. I can only scream and laugh as you continue to exploit my weakness

[tinyticklishbud]

Clit tickle torture is a love languange.

Don't try to tell me otherwise

[tinyticklishbud]

Hear me out

Panties with an in-built pussy tickle torture device that comes with different settings and speeds, a set timer that makes you unable to take them off until the allocated time is up and a remote control handed to the most devious ler.

Who would like to invest?

[tinyticklishbud]

Your office is on the last floor so I spend the elevator ride stewing in my juices agonizing over what would garner a 'My office. Now' from the CEO of the entire company. By the time I get the courage to knock on your door after pathetically staring at the wood for a few minutes and hear a commanding come in I'm nearly vibrating out of my skin with anxiety. The door closes behind me with a finality that leaves me breathless. I fiddle with my hands looking around nervously before I force myself to finally look over to where you're casually sitting behind your desk, fingers crossed together and waiting patiently. Once you know you have my full attention you silently gesture with your finger 'come here' and I'm pulled to you by some magnetic force like a puppet on string.

"You do know there are surveillance cameras everywhere in this firm, right?"

"Y-yes..."

"Hm... So you do know that I will know of every misconduct that happens, right?"

"Y-yes..."

"And yet you still thought it was a good idea to hump your desk chair? You thought you were being so sly that nobody would notice? It's almost like you wanted to be caught."

Silence.

My heart is racing. My mind is racing and the next thing I know I end up splayed on your desk, my pussy sitting right on the corner of the sturdy unforgiving wood perfectly on display, my pants and underwear left at my lower thighs to constrict any movement.

A fingertip ghosts through my slit. I squeal.

"Oh don't tell me you're a ticklish little one? How awful.. So it would be very mean of me if I do this wouldn't it?"

Your fingertip disappears between my lips at the very top of my slit and starts to crook and scritch, gradually picking up speed fueled by my giggles and squeals.

"What a snug little crevice.. I think I'll stay here for a little while. You can struggle all you want you're not going anywhere. Now how about I locate that sensitive little bean of yours and teach you exactly what happens to little interns who commit a misconduct in their newly aquired jobs?"

[tinyticklishbud]

You lured me into your studio with the promise of a naked figure drawing. I didn't know at the time that my pussy would be the canvas. "You have to trust the process" whispered in a toe curling bass voice was all it took for me to pliantly let you arrange my body onto your matress, let you tie my arms and legs over my head, but I assume I always had a weak spot for artists. Maybe I should've been more worried about how this position left me with nowhere to go and my little pussy completely exposed but there is only room for excitement as I watch you prepare your supplies. My bubble of naivety bursts when you settle into a comfortable spot between my legs taking your sweet time to line up your paint brushes one by one.

"Um- don't you need a canvas?"

A low rumbling chuckle graces my ears sending a shiver down my spine as you casually respond "I got my canvas right here" with your eyes fixated on my defenseless pussy.

My world comes to a crashing halt. It's only now that I start to see the vision behind this position that I so easily let myself be manipulated into and how it left me with no semblence of protection. There is nothing I can do, nowhere for me to go as you pick up a mop brush and start 'painting' my lips.

"Hmm, ticklish little pussy, darling? How unfortunate for you"

I toss my head from side to side, my laughter and squeals intensifying as the brush flutters around faster and faster driving me crazier and crazier. Soon the mop brush is replaced by a fluffy angled brush flitting up and down my slit. It tickles beyond belief and I buck my hips in a desperate attempt to wrench my pussy away. The movement pulls my lips slightly apart allowing the fiendish bristles to slip inside and gain access to my pink folds, mindless to my hysteria as it pivots and swivels.

"Such pretty petals.. But where is all this nectar coming from, sweety? I think I should take a look inside, hm?"

I hear you say what feels like an eternity later as the diabolical brush withdraws from its previous nestle between my quivering lips. The implication of your words hit me like a freit train. Please not this. My head is shaking pleadingly, but deep down a sinister voice whispers in my ears that I want, need, you to find my little bud and bestow the most horrific of tortures on it.

My heart hammers away in my chest as my lips are taped apart. I'm flayed wide open. My pussy quivers weakly. My fate is sealed as you install a final piece of tape. My hood is now pulled back exposing my tiny sensitive bean. It quivers in fear of the impending torment. I can only watch helplessly as a fingertip hovers over it, bending menacingly before it lands on its target and starts stroking the tiny prisoner. Panic swells in my throat. My screams of laughter only encourage the tormenting fingertip to drag up and down faster, a maddening imitation of the 'come here' gesture. My little bean is too weak, too damnably ticklish to withstand, I beg and plead and apologize, but the only response is a sadistic chuckle and "We only just started sweety, and I have an artwork to finish" as you pick a detail brush and set on tracing intricate designs into my defenseless bean.

[tinyticklishbud]

And yet, you find yourself begging for more.

I ask if you want more tickles, and you scream “Yes Master”

Very well my pet, I’ll give you exactly what you want. The toothbrush stays where it is, but now I insert a vibrator into your dripping pussy, tie it in place against your thigh, and switch it on full power. You scream, and thank me for providing more torture. The gag goes back in and I return to your ear, telling you what a good girl you are for me.

You hardly hear me over the sound of your screaming and crying.

I feel my impending orgasm and as much as I wish to cum I know my fate. I know you will continue your diabolical torture of my sensitive bean. Because you already got a taste of how much more ticklish my tiny bud gets after an orgasm. It's your golden opportunity to break it. It's getting weaker and weaker. I try to hold back my orgasm but I'm powerless. I'm just a little girl with a too ticklish bean