A tickle pet who needs an evil tickle master or mistress. Mercy must not even be in your vocabulary. You must love to hold a foot back and skitter up and down a taut sole, or to even constantly poke at it with the stem of a feather. You must love to tickle bare tummies till they quiver, to rake down sides until there is thrashing, to scratch at ribs till laughter is silent, to seek out every tickle spot imaginable on a trapped and helpless body. However, don't tickle so hard it hurts. There is nothing more effective and torturous than scratching, dragging, and raking.
While tickling is my biggest love, there are other kinks I enjoy that go along with tickling. Many in fact. I thoroughly enjoying roleplaying, whether it be realistic or fantasy. Also an avid gamer and reader and anime watcher. Also a She-ra fan.
- Location
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Sitting in a box with a little collar on my neck.
- Gender
- Female
- 'ler, 'lee or both
- 'lee
- Where am I ticklish?
- Extravagantly ticklish on an endless number of spots. The areas that silently crave to be tickle tortured and yet cannot stand to be at the same time are my feet (not into foot worship), my delicate tummy, my helpless under arms, and my sensitive ribs. These spots will turn me into a puddle of submissive ticklish goo. Thigh creases, right where the panty lines are, are also quite helplessly weak, especially to a nice, stiff feather. Be a dear and don't forget hairbrushes as well.
- In a Word
- Squeak!