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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:

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…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"

hot thoughts…

the way he pulls me to him…

the way he stretches me around him..

the way he tells me he’s always gonna win…

and then…

finally…

after so much teasing and taunting…

the way he softly trails his fingers up and under my shirt…

making me whimper as he tickles the backs of my legs…

making me beg when he tickles me under the arms with no let up..

no mercy….

just tickles…..

unch4n63d:

I woke up today with an insatiable hunger to tickle a girl this morning.

I’m not talking about the playful and cute stuff, here. I’m talking the light bondage and my entire arsenal of tickle tools being put to use on a helpless and devilishly sensitive lee.

I’m talking the only mercy that you receive is determined by me. I want to put you into a hysteric episode of torturous yet euphoric tickling…

I want to snap your will in fucking half.

Now please: someone help me feed the hunger.

as a ticklee this is music to my ears…..

mmmmm love this video so much….

(Source: ticklesforever)

Jul 4

The Words...

chillout2124:

cathylikestickling:

chillout2124:

cathylikestickling:

The words… oh the words he can use…..

Today I had my head on his chest looking up at the ceiling when I felt his fingers softly stroking down my forearms…. within seconds he has my arms locked about my head held in place with his elbows and hes so damn strong…. I’m already begging… not there…..

Mmm so erotic and fun. Maybe he should lean just close enough to you laughing mouth and says if yo can give me a kiss I’ll stop… As you try you hardest to form kissing lips but the tickling under you arms is too unbearable and you can’t get that ticklish smile off your face. You start to realize it’s a trick and that he’s in control the whole time, as your too ticklish and vulnerable to ever form that kiss that will set you free from the tickling torment.. The spell his fingers has cast on your sensitive tender ticklish body.. and you just laugh… ;)

mmmmmmmmm the feeling of having to surrender„„ giving up is not in my nature ;) I’ll beg and plead until the last…. but knowing I am totally out of my depth… I would have no choice…..

Yea you would laugh and beg as you desperately try to put your lips together to form a kiss.. A very simple task you think as we fight wills, only I have the advantage of having your vulnerable tickle spot secure and under my devilish fingers. As you try for the better part of an hour to stop the maddening laughs escaping your lips one at a time as I probe and touch all different parts of you ticklish upper body and you figure out that your just one big nerve… Then something strange happens as you get more turned on.. You find it easier to laugh and form a kiss face as you first make contact finally with lips. Now moans are mixed with your giggles…

mmmmmppphhh I arch my back my lipsss finally manage to form a kiss but its completely different the torture is becoming more and more sensitized as I surrender myself to you… a giggling moaning squirming mess under your touch… as I breath out and in I utter pained words of mercy.. oh god please stop… please… i… i.. ill do anything i i oh god stop….. 

but in m head Im now softly begging only one thing…

more….

Jul 4

tickle-weirdo:

everyone tends to love his tickling, so here you go !

I love this one too!!!!!

Jul 4

tickle-weirdo:

this is one of my favorite videos ever

Theres somehitng so sweet about this.. sweet and taunting….

Jul 4

Oh yes…. THIS is the video… brink of tears III…. yuo’ve got me….

(Source: theeviltickler)

Jul 4

The Words...

chillout2124:

cathylikestickling:

The words… oh the words he can use…..

Today I had my head on his chest looking up at the ceiling when I felt his fingers softly stroking down my forearms…. within seconds he has my arms locked about my head held in place with his elbows and hes so damn strong…. I’m already begging… not there…..

Mmm so erotic and fun. Maybe he should lean just close enough to you laughing mouth and says if yo can give me a kiss I’ll stop… As you try you hardest to form kissing lips but the tickling under you arms is too unbearable and you can’t get that ticklish smile off your face. You start to realize it’s a trick and that he’s in control the whole time, as your too ticklish and vulnerable to ever form that kiss that will set you free from the tickling torment.. The spell his fingers has cast on your sensitive tender ticklish body.. and you just laugh… ;)

mmmmmmmmm the feeling of having to surrender„„ giving up is not in my nature ;) I’ll beg and plead until the last…. but knowing I am totally out of my depth… I would have no choice…..

Jul 4

The Words…

The words… oh the words he can use…..

Today I had my head on his chest looking up at the ceiling when I felt his fingers softly stroking down my forearms…. within seconds he has my arms locked about my head held in place with his elbows and hes so damn strong…. I’m already begging… not there.. pleasee i mean it I….

His fingers creep under my arms and the tickling torment begins….the strokes are constant yet unpredictable and I try my hardest not to laugh… not to give in… but his low whisper in my ear… 

"Give in…"

"You know I’ve got you now…."

" OH you made a big mistake letting me know how ticklish you were"

"aww you want me to stop… too bad…."

"I’m sorry I didn’t catch that…."

And the final thing he whispers to me…

"So no means yes…. I know you love this….. I know you want it to go on and on and on….."