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To the beautiful people trying to contact me

I am having some internet troubles which is why I am not able to answer a lot atm it keeps deleting my messages…. 

I do value each and everything I am sent and I do make sure to get to know the person behind the tickler and you know who you are… 

Hopefully will be in contact soon, for now I’ll have to keep dreaming alone :( 

C xx

theeviltickler:

footshark66:

Master Cavum tortures Little Lanthi…

THIS IS SOOO AWESOME! Cept I wouldn’t gag her I wanna hear her laughter! Who wants to volunteer for this? :)

i’d volenteer ;)

theeviltickler:

So much torture I love it >:)

10 minutes of torture… or 10 minutes of heaven….

ticklish-techni:

misterticklishness:

Sexy blonde Jade is on the new Rack, stretched tight and toe tied. Tay finds all of her spots and exploits every single one. Her ribs seem to be the most ticklish and Tay eventually gets Jade to get upset and crack at the end.

😍😍

mmmmmmmm love this..

dontticklethepickle:

You stole the tips out of the jar then told the manager I did it? Know what happens to little girls who lie? You’re about to find out!

(Tickle Intensive)

hehe im ticklish in photo number 1 spot too ;) 

pltickling:

Here my new clip on my store clips4sale.com/80975

hehe mmm i think this is cute ;)

ticklish-techni:

daddysfucktoys:

"Ticklish forced orgasm" featuring Brook, Tickler Sandra, and Laura

Yessss

Hmmm…

I’d like to respond to Chillout2124 thoughts on my last post….

I think for me tickling does make things simple… I’ve fantasized abut my perfect tickling scenario my whole life…. 

They vary :P Occasionally the images are ones of extreme torture…. Tied and spread not a muscle can be moved sparsely dressed and blindfolded…. my skin prickles at the first few strokes of torture and I begin to lose it my ultra ticklish body trembling with fear and I beg for mercy as I realize there is no end in sight….

On the other end of the spectrum I picture myself lying in bed my tickler beside me… naked under crisp white sheets he pulls them back revealing my sensitive body… the soft summer breeze caressing my figure as his fingers curl up and down my ticklish spots…. I’m able to lie still because I crave his touch and every touch he makes is perfect and I squirm in pleasurable torture…..

But in either scenario one thing is paramount. I think about the ticking and nothing else at that time…. everything else melts away and its just me and my tickler…. and the thought of being able to focus on nothing else drives me crazy….

An Odd Thought

It’s strange. 

As a ticklee we crave to be out of control- at someone else’s mercy. For that split second looking into a ticklers eyes and realizing that you have no idea whats about to happen, no idea how torturous it’s going to be and how long it’s going to last. 
In that single moment your emotions do somersaults you feel scared, excited, turned on, desperate…..

Yet through all that when he tickles me- I feel as safe as I can possibly feel I feel loved and cared for and like nothing and no one can hurt me. 

Every ticklee should feel like that when being tickled- No matter what your relationship is with your tickler you should always feel safe

zodiacsociety:




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zodiacsociety:

the-threat-of-feathers:

tickledjen:

Cry For Me: Tickle Abuse

Please? Oh the soft tickling always gets to me!

The soft tickling is my biggest weakness…

Random Tickling Story (Part 5)

undermyfeather:

undermyfeather:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

…my feather continues traveling slowly up your thighs as your naked, bound, gagged body trembles with anticipation. The torment your entire body has endured has rendered you helpless and virtually lifeless. The sensations the feather has caused was too…

Wrote these when I first created this blog.

I remember x

A Gift

unch4n63d:

cathylikestickling:

unch4n63d:

cathylikestickling:

"Sam?"

I open my eyes and lay there in the dark…. my breathing becomes shallow and it’s as if the whole world lies still listening… all listening in anticipation….

"Sam? Sam I…"

I barely dare to breath… the excitement is taking over now it’s mounting and building like horses riding across the…

I enter your room as silently as the wind flows through your window. Curtains waving from summer’s night breeze caressing them, I come from behind you and gather you in my arms. I kiss your neck softly, allowing the wind to then blow over the spots where my lips touch you to prepare your body for the imminent tickles that will ensue.

"Good evening, Cathy.."

I say softly and firmly as I caress you tightly. My left hand slides up your sides, exploring the closest thing to beauty incarnate that they will know for the next moment. How angelic your body reacts from my tough.. simple and plain, yet oh so delicately torturous in nature….

"You are my Mid Summer Night’s Dream, my dear…"

My hands reach your ribs and slide back down to your stomach, awaiting your response…

The feeling of being pulled to your body so tight is electric and my hips slowly grind as my back arches in a pure ecstatic reaction to every touch….

I mutter softly “Sam… Oh Sam I… I…”

My murmurs melt into fluttering giggles…. every touch is a giggly pleasure but a soft moan of torture…. my skin leaping and jumping under your touch and feeling your hands slide to my stomach a small seed of panic is planted…. my eyes wide as I look down to your hands in the dark… 

In this isolated room no one can hear anything from me…. 

And I feel totally helpless….

A smirk forms on the left side of my lips and I bite the bottom of my right just a bit. My hand tenses up from a passionate caress to fingers positioned in the starting claw formation that you’re oh so familiar with. Even your skin remembers my tough… I can feel it. Micro-movements that let me know you’re as good as mine…

"You what, dear?" 

And just as suddenly as I started feeling your sensitivity, I begin the devilishly teasing journey to make you giggle. My fingers elongate and retract around your navel, scrunching up any patch of skin they can, eager to send those signals to your brain and make you squeal…

My stomach tenses up as I feel you breath down my neck and feel the sheer power you over me… 

"Sam I… I don’t think.." 

The rest of my sentence never formed.. The nervous giggles have evolved into almost a whimper as a terrified Lee realizes there may be no easy way out….

The mere movement of your finger tips sends me giggling my stomach caving in as far as I can make it go… but never far enough and my mind races as an internal battle takes place… where to wriggle away or stay and take it…  

A Gift

unch4n63d:

cathylikestickling:

"Sam?"

I open my eyes and lay there in the dark…. my breathing becomes shallow and it’s as if the whole world lies still listening… all listening in anticipation….

"Sam? Sam I…"

I barely dare to breath… the excitement is taking over now it’s mounting and building like horses riding across the…

I enter your room as silently as the wind flows through your window. Curtains waving from summer’s night breeze caressing them, I come from behind you and gather you in my arms. I kiss your neck softly, allowing the wind to then blow over the spots where my lips touch you to prepare your body for the imminent tickles that will ensue.

"Good evening, Cathy.."

I say softly and firmly as I caress you tightly. My left hand slides up your sides, exploring the closest thing to beauty incarnate that they will know for the next moment. How angelic your body reacts from my tough.. simple and plain, yet oh so delicately torturous in nature….

"You are my Mid Summer Night’s Dream, my dear…"

My hands reach your ribs and slide back down to your stomach, awaiting your response…

The feeling of being pulled to your body so tight is electric and my hips slowly grind as my back arches in a pure ecstatic reaction to every touch….

I mutter softly “Sam… Oh Sam I… I…”

My murmurs melt into fluttering giggles…. every touch is a giggly pleasure but a soft moan of torture…. my skin leaping and jumping under your touch and feeling your hands slide to my stomach a small seed of panic is planted…. my eyes wide as I look down to your hands in the dark… 

In this isolated room no one can hear anything from me…. 

And I feel totally helpless….

A Gift

"Sam?"

I open my eyes and lay there in the dark…. my breathing becomes shallow and it’s as if the whole world lies still listening… all listening in anticipation….

"Sam? Sam I…"

I barely dare to breath… the excitement is taking over now it’s mounting and building like horses riding across the open plains my whole body prickles…. on a hot summers night I lay in only the baggy teeshirt….. the one he gave me because I told him I loved my pjs to be baggy…. so I can feel his hands creeping up and over my stomach… up my sides and to my breasts …so I can feel his every tickle….

I push the covers back a little and go to move… the breeze passes softly through the moonlit bedroom the waiting is almost unbearable its taunting…. I feel as though I can’t move.. I don’t want to move…. I want those restraints… oh yes he knows the ones….he knows the ones I hunger for… 

I let my arms and legs spread… arms above my head and legs apart…. my skin is so sensitive even the breeze seems to tickle… and I hear footsteps… something already stirring inside of me I long for his touch… I long for his fingers to graze my skin…. I hold my breath and I wait for him… my torturer…. oh please… oh god please… I wish to be tortured past my limits of pleasure taken far beyond what I can cope with and held there with no sign of mercy I wish for every spot to be explored and exploited…. 

I shiver… now I can feel him close… the fear creeps in my eyes wide almost shaking…

"Hello Sam"