Abstractler

The kind of tickling my fantasies are about is not the cute, fun, lighthearted tickling that is so often discussed. That has its place, sure. But what I like is the kind that will scare you. That will have you panicking, ugly crying and begging me to stop. The kind that makes your heart drop as you realize, "oh no…we never established a safeword."

The kind you'll have nightmares about. The kind that leaves you traumatized, but inexplicably turns you on whenever you remember it, and you lie there crying, yet aroused at the same time.

You hated what I did to you, but some twisted part of you LOVES that you hated it, and all you can think about now is when I'll do it to you again, with you dreading it, but undeniably excited at the thought.

(This is a fantasy.)

Your feet and toes are my favorite playthings, little one. I’m going to slowly tease and torment every nerve in these pretty soles, until you’re regretting ever being so ticklish. Then after that we can REALLY have some fun. Did you think tickling was going to be enjoyable, beautiful? Somebody lied to you. 👿🦶

Some girls you just gotta be rough with. A good ler knows how to make a girl panic, how to make her feel helpless, how to push her past her limits. You gotta scare her as you tickle her.

Just. One. Finger.

You know what’s bullshit?

Tickle scenes in anime where the lee is tickled with a feather while their socks are still on.

That just bugs me for some reason.

Bare foot tickles all the way.

Fairy Fox - Topless tickling in stocks (3/5)

The intruder was mean. After tying her up and blindfolding her he sat silently for some time, letting her stew. He decided to remove her shoes and as he took off the first one, the heel brushed against the sole of her foot and she yelped.

She was ticklish.

Invigorated by this accidental discovery his plan formed immediately. He had no agenda; there was no information he needed from her, this was recreation. He tied her toes together as she mumbled in fear, and embarked on a vicious assault on her soles.

As she screamed laughter and begged for her sanity, he noticed her hairbrush on the dresser and picked it up. For the first time he spoke to her.

“Spread your toes out real wide. Keep them spread for one minute and I’ll let you go,”

She complied and spread her toes. He counted to 10 before tickling her feet savagely with her own hairbrush. Her toes scrunched instantly. No matter how hard she tried, in the face of the scrubbing from the brush she could only manage a couple of seconds.

As the minutes tick(l)ed by, she sobbed in frustration. She simply couldn’t do it. 

On and on it went until she was broken - there was nothing she could do and her assailant clearly had no intention of stopping the torment. In that moment of degrading defeat, with the brush scrubbing briskly across the balls of her feet, and the sound of her own screaming laughter ringing in her ears, she began to cum…

… And she couldn’t stop.

You get it now right?…….

Just how in control I am 🪶😏