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Valentina was shaking before the first touch, the kind of scared laughter that only makes things worse. Her laugh exploded, loud, desperate, a sound she didn’t plan on letting out, not in public, not anywhere. She twisted, squirmed, her body trying to back out of a deal she’d already signed. But...

Nobody touched Daniela's feet, nobody. Maybe that’s why it was so bad. Maybe that’s why the second the first touch grazed her arch, she knew—she was done for. Her laugh shot out of her in frantic bursts, raw and unfiltered, the kind of laugh that lets you know the game’s already lost. And just...

Skar stood there, wrists tied high, stretched out in the doorframe like a statue built to drive men insane. Her belly, a work of art, sculpted to perfection, a masterpiece borrowed from Aphrodite herself. But perfection has its price, and the second those fingers touched her skin, she found out...

Rebeca was facedown, stripped to her undies, stretched out like a prize in a rigged game. Her body tensed, her back arching, her big, round ass bouncing with every tickle on her bare feet. Her soles were too soft, too sensitive, and the tickling made damn sure she knew it. She begged for help...

I'm a 54 year old, single, submissive, bondage/humiliation freak and bona fide foot tickling masochist in Boca Raton, Florida. I CRAVE very restrictive, immobile bondage, a high level of verbal/physical humiliation (LOVE giving forced hand/blow jobs) and non stop, sadistic foot tickling...

Martina thought her feet were her weak spot, and she wasn’t wrong, but knowing didn’t make it any easier. At just 21, her bare soles looked untouched, soft as silk, the kind of skin that practically begged for trouble. It wasn’t just laughter; it was survival, spilling out of her in bursts...

Martina's laugh wasn't just noise; it was survival, stripped down to its barest form. Her head snapped back, her body twisting as if sheer willpower could save her. But it wasn't enough. Time played tricks, stretching out like a bad story with no ending, each second pulling her deeper into the...

Abril thought she could handle it, but the stocks didn’t care, and neither did that pen. Her feet, bare and stretched out, were as soft as they were ticklish, and the second that tip touched her skin, she was done for. Every inch of her feet was a target—the arches, the heels, the tender spaces...

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Margarita sat in the stocks for the first time, her ankles were locked down, her soles exposed, soft and flawless, like they’d never been touched. Her laugh broke out instantly, loud and wild, like it had been waiting for permission to take over. And when the tools came out; the brush, the...

Oriana's sneakers and socks were tossed aside like yesterday’s excuses. Her feet, bare, soft, and larger than life—were stretched out for the world to see. Size 9, smooth as silk, a cruel twist of fate for a woman built to outrun trouble. The tickles landed, and her laughter bursted out of her...

This story, consisting of three chapters, focuses on Arlo and Elyse, our titular thief and princess. It has a mixture of M/F and F/M tickling throughout, including feet, upper body and everywhere in between. Please note, this story is intended for an adult audience. It contains mature themes...

Kiara's height made her seem untouchable, but there she was, vulnerable and exposed, with nowhere to hide from what was coming. The first flick of a finger along her ribs made her jump, her laugh bursting out sharp and nervous, like she didn’t want to let it escape but couldn’t hold it in. The...

Sara’s strapped down, looking like she wandered into the wrong side of town and didn’t know it till the door locked behind her. Her bare soles out in the open, and you can see it on her face, the gears turning, nerves firing. It’s the calm before the storm, the kind that makes you hold your...

Sara walked in thinking she could handle it, a little poke here, a feather there, and she’d be out the door. But then she saw the restraints and the tools lined up like they’d been waiting just for her. Her hands shook as she scribbled her name, signing away control of her ticklish body to a...

Questions for all the people on this forum that love to tickle feet: Bare, Socks or Nylons? Tied, Stocks, Sat on, or unrestrained Toes, Soles, Arches or Heels? Fingers, Feathers, or Brushes Blindfolded or not? My preferences: in nylons, sat on, soles, fingers, not blindfolded Some pics as...

Yasmin’s locked in, her soft soles stretched out in front of her like an invitation she didn’t mean to send. She’s watching it all happen, helpless to stop it, her wide eyes betraying the panic she’s trying to hide. The first touch hits, and her whole body jerks, like her laughter’s been waiting...

Maria’s the kind of girl who keeps it together, sweet, shy, with that girl-next-door act nailed down tight. But get near those soft soles of hers, and the whole thing falls apart. That laugh of hers isn’t just shy, it’s desperate, spilling out like a secret she never meant to share. She squirms...

I tried every site, and this will likely be the last attempt before I personally give up on this kink and reside to forever be alone. The title says it all, but I'll go a bit in depth. I am looking to meet a fit or curvy female lee around my age, preferably in the New York and Long Island...

Alexia’s stretched out, her bare feet exposed for the first time, and all that goth attitude is slipping fast. The tickling digs in, and those laughs sneak out, breathy and nervous, the kind only a shy goth could make. She's caught between wanting to keep it together and just letting go. Every...