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Pain can be compartmentalized. Endured. But this isn't pain. This is a pure torture your mind cannot control. This is a tickle.

This is where the threat of the lightest, most delicate touch raises your anxiety. The fight or flight kicks in as the adrenaline floods your bloodstream. An anticipatory grin appears, perhaps with an involuntary giggle, as you begin racing to escape, to protest, to strike a bargain. And in the last moment before contact, you steel yourself for the inevitable struggle.

As your tormentor brushes your sensitive skin you are consumed with escape. You cannot plan or control your reactions as your only thought focuses on stopping that touch. You hope for a merciful break that can't come soon enough. Your mind and body betray you. Your nerves are on fire. Your lungs burn. Your brain melts as your body seizes. All the while endorphins join the adrenaline, making you even more susceptible to theIr unstoppable torment as you are forced to express your joy through uncontrollable peels of laughter.

Your tormentor will be delighted by your panicked reactions, regardless of whether their intent is loving or sinister. Fascinated by how effortlessly their well-placed light scratches or delicate pinches are to your sensitive skin, they can reduce you to a wiggling, giggling, puddle of insanity. Your mercy is theirs alone to grant as they see fit. A pure power over your soul.

When you have been exhausted and earned your mercy, not a mark will be found to prove what you endured. Your recovery will be mere moments compared to the other corporeal funishments that cannot be repeated until you've healed. You can be ready for another session in less time than it takes to complete an uninterrupted nap.

You're browsing the profile of a pure Tickling Enthusiast. I love everything about it, regardless of whether I could perpetrate or endure the most extreme forms of it (I'm certain I couldn't). My fascination with it has been with me from the age of my earliest cognizant thoughts, as it has lurked in the background of my consciousness.

While everything I wrote above has a sadistic slant, the act itself is inherently so. Even with an eager and willing receiver, the tickler is forcing the ticklee's reaction, which they cannot obtain alone. Tickling requires a companion to achieve its affects, making it an exceptionally unique form of sensory stimuli.
As a pure enthusiast of our favorite activity, it was hardwired into me and my earliest memories include thoughts about it! I've joined because I find sharing ideas, thoughts, and feelings about it to be some of the most absolutely fun and delightful conversations that are almost never had, even amongst the closest of friends.

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