Yesterday was my first time being tickled by an actual tickler (from Fetlife) and WOW it was so much better than I could have expected.
I’ll spare some of the smaller details but I was naked, spread eagle, blindfolded, edged, and tickled ALL over. We agreed on no safeword (because I’m an idiot). The cuffs were attached to ratchet straps so as I wiggled here and there, he would tighten them to reduce my mobility. Eventually he got everything snug enough to where I could barely move, and that’s when things got INTENSE.
The first 30 minutes were a lot of exploring. He started at my feet, worked his way up to my pits (which was a nice break, phew) and worked his way back down. He tried flossers (!!), toothbrushes, guitar picks and god knows what else. They all tickled plenty but nothing crazy. THAT IS UNTIL he oiled my soles and the real fun started.
I have never been tickled by grooming gloves before. I’ve spent years telling Lers online they could never break me. Well…I have officially been humbled.
He started on my left sole and the glove was just fucking everywhere. My whole sole was being stimulated with tickles non stop. It was the most intense sensation I had felt and it was honestly too much. After a year (actually one minute) of those, of me pleading between laughs, of me praying for god to smite me and put me out of my misery, this MFer said “You have two more minutes of this” and THIS is when I entered “I fucked up” headspace.
I hit an actual point of fear that I could not do this. This was the first minute of the first glove and the sensation was sooo overwhelming I wanted it to stop. Luckily, he was just trying to fuck with me and he did not keep going for 2 more minutes. Maybe 30 seconds later he stopped and started working his way over to my other foot. My brain was going 9000 miles per second trying to find a way out of this. I could NOT do that again but I also could not move an inch.
He started in my right foot and I was right back to thinking how 33 years on earth led me to this mistake. It also turns out, my right foot is more ticklish than my left, which I didn’t think was possible after what my left one just went through. He was hitting a spot in my center sole that I can only compare to the ticklish version of the funny bone. It was so intense I was back to being scared that I wouldn’t survive and thinking how stupid I was for not updating my will before the session. I have no idea how he noticed but he definitely took note that the right one was more ticklish. I was actively trying to hide it because I did NOT want to go through that again, but somewhere between the laughing, begging and toe scrunching, my body gave away my darkest secrets because he pointed out that that foot was more ticklish 🙃
After those few minutes of hell, he stopped. I thanked the gods of every pantheon out there that it was over finally. Well turns out, he brought FOUR DIFFERENT GLOVES and he had to try them all. Each one brought me to a new level of ticklish ness that I didn’t know existed. I laughed, I begged, I cried, I sweat every ounce of water out of my body while he had his merry way with my defenseless, oiled up, overly ticklish feet. He would let me breathe for a few seconds or he’d give me a break by using a hairbrush instead (YEAH COOL BREAK). This continued for the better part of the rest of the session which lasted 90 minutes.
All of the time spent with grooming gloves on my soles kind of blurred together. It took me to a new ticklee sub space full of regret, fear and honestly a little bit of panic. I was genuinely afraid of those damn gloves but I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
In the heat of the moment I thought “never again.” Now after some rest I’m wondering…what would those gloves feel like in stocks with my toes tied back and even more defenseless? 🤔
I’ll spare some of the smaller details but I was naked, spread eagle, blindfolded, edged, and tickled ALL over. We agreed on no safeword (because I’m an idiot). The cuffs were attached to ratchet straps so as I wiggled here and there, he would tighten them to reduce my mobility. Eventually he got everything snug enough to where I could barely move, and that’s when things got INTENSE.
The first 30 minutes were a lot of exploring. He started at my feet, worked his way up to my pits (which was a nice break, phew) and worked his way back down. He tried flossers (!!), toothbrushes, guitar picks and god knows what else. They all tickled plenty but nothing crazy. THAT IS UNTIL he oiled my soles and the real fun started.
I have never been tickled by grooming gloves before. I’ve spent years telling Lers online they could never break me. Well…I have officially been humbled.
He started on my left sole and the glove was just fucking everywhere. My whole sole was being stimulated with tickles non stop. It was the most intense sensation I had felt and it was honestly too much. After a year (actually one minute) of those, of me pleading between laughs, of me praying for god to smite me and put me out of my misery, this MFer said “You have two more minutes of this” and THIS is when I entered “I fucked up” headspace.
I hit an actual point of fear that I could not do this. This was the first minute of the first glove and the sensation was sooo overwhelming I wanted it to stop. Luckily, he was just trying to fuck with me and he did not keep going for 2 more minutes. Maybe 30 seconds later he stopped and started working his way over to my other foot. My brain was going 9000 miles per second trying to find a way out of this. I could NOT do that again but I also could not move an inch.
He started in my right foot and I was right back to thinking how 33 years on earth led me to this mistake. It also turns out, my right foot is more ticklish than my left, which I didn’t think was possible after what my left one just went through. He was hitting a spot in my center sole that I can only compare to the ticklish version of the funny bone. It was so intense I was back to being scared that I wouldn’t survive and thinking how stupid I was for not updating my will before the session. I have no idea how he noticed but he definitely took note that the right one was more ticklish. I was actively trying to hide it because I did NOT want to go through that again, but somewhere between the laughing, begging and toe scrunching, my body gave away my darkest secrets because he pointed out that that foot was more ticklish 🙃
After those few minutes of hell, he stopped. I thanked the gods of every pantheon out there that it was over finally. Well turns out, he brought FOUR DIFFERENT GLOVES and he had to try them all. Each one brought me to a new level of ticklish ness that I didn’t know existed. I laughed, I begged, I cried, I sweat every ounce of water out of my body while he had his merry way with my defenseless, oiled up, overly ticklish feet. He would let me breathe for a few seconds or he’d give me a break by using a hairbrush instead (YEAH COOL BREAK). This continued for the better part of the rest of the session which lasted 90 minutes.
All of the time spent with grooming gloves on my soles kind of blurred together. It took me to a new ticklee sub space full of regret, fear and honestly a little bit of panic. I was genuinely afraid of those damn gloves but I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
In the heat of the moment I thought “never again.” Now after some rest I’m wondering…what would those gloves feel like in stocks with my toes tied back and even more defenseless? 🤔
