Anticipation plays

[Duke Diablo]

OK, when it comes to any form of domination, I just LOVE playing with the sub's mind. I believe that a person is broken through the brain, not the body, and only by dominating the consciousness... only by showing to the sub's mind who is the one on top here, can you truly dominate someone. And I believe anticipation goes a long way in building the right mindset for the ticklee... So, in this thread, I'd love to discuss some ideas for anticipation games, and about what do you think about anticipation in tickling.

Here are my three ideas (I have many more, but I'll post these two only, as I'm really too tired now to think of more. Also, this one has a male tickler, female ticklee, but it was just done so because I found it easier to write by including genders. It can be m/f, f/m, f/f, or m/m, whatever you like... I mean, I'd love to find myself in these positions as much as I'd love to dish them out 😉 )

- First one is centered around playing with the ticklee's senses completely. It all starts with the ticklee being tied spread-eagle and blindfolded, leaving Her without Her most valued perception: Her sight. As other senses start adjusting to this lack of vision, the brain more focused on the sense of hearing... and more importantly, of touch, the tickler just touches Her a few times and whispers into Her ear : "You will be tickled... hard and without mercy."

And with that fleeting promise, he places just a few touches on Her skin, light and feathery, more of caresses than the actual tickling, just enough to excite all of Her sensitized nerve endings.

And then, he lets go leans against the wall, letting the ticklee wonder what is going on... what are his plans? Where did the touches go... and what will happen next? Suddenly, he tosses a rubber ball against the wall, further confusing the ticklee, toying with Her mind, displaying to Her once again that she is completely at his mercy... what she feels - he decides... what she hears - he decides... what she knows - he decides.

He plays with Her senses some more, letting a few drops of water fall down near Her and suddenly touch Her skin, plunging Her even deeper into depths of helplessness. And then, after a few more cruel tricks like that, mixed and intertwined, enforced by a silent whisper here and there offering Her a glimpse of Her future suffering, when the realization that everything she knows... feels, or touches, is controlled by him, does the tickler start touching Her again... again, quick brushes or light caresses against Her skin, everywhere, not focusing anywhere, but really being all over, letting Her guess where he will strike next... Her neck? Her knees? Her belly? Her feet? Her armpits?

Slowly, he goes around Her, keeping Her on the edge at all times, guessing to which target will he tickle next as he, more and more, continues to think on Her ticklish spots, singling out the one he will start with. And then, finally, closing in more and more, the tickler has picked the perfect spot to begin the torment... he sits near the ticklee, and with a whisper, no more than a light fading sound, caressing Her ear: "Are you ready?"... the torment begins.



- The second one is much simpler: The ticklee is blindfolded and bound, outstretched, the tickler letting Her know he has placed a bucket with water in the room, and made a small hole in it... just enough for the water to drip out of it, and on a hard surface, so She can hear the drops.

Also, he tells Her, when the last drop of water gets out, She will be tickled. No masking, beating around the bush or delaying. Just a few, simple, straight words that will echo through Her mind for the next many long moments: "When the last drop falls, you will be tickled."

To further fuel Her imagination, he softly whispers hints of his ideas... things he might... or might not, do to Her. With such seeds sown, he just lets his precious ticklee squirm as the drops begin to fall, drop by drop, the poor ticklee never knowing which drop is the last one... which one is the one that heralds the beginning of the tickling...

And with that thought, the thoughts of what awaits Her starting to fill Her head, more and more, the tickler goes to get the tools he is going to use on Her, a glass of water and a massage oil (the latter two for the after-care). He leaves Her alone for just that time, only to come back and enjoy Her beautiful struggles, observe her body in its full beauty as she squirms, struggles and thrashes on the bed, waiting for that last drop to fall out...



Foreplay and anticipation can do wonders, and what I love about them is that they can begin long, long before the first tickle is placed... long before you even come to the bedroom (or the play-room).

The following scenario is an example of how early a foreplay can start, and a shopping trip can be turned into an interesting foreplay... well, at least I'd find it interesting. (for the ease of depiction, I will be viewing it from a ler's point of view, and will be placing a female ticklee... again, the tickler and the ticklee can be of any gender, with minor adjustments.) :

For a while now, I have been promising my girl to go shopping with Her. Sooner or later, such a promise must come due, and so we find ourselves prepairing for the trip through the city's malls. Lazily, I notice Her in front of the mirror, performing finishing touches on Her beautiful appearance before displaying herself to the world. I smile.

Slowly and gently, my step as silent as the light spring breeze, I approach Her from behind, my form embracing Hers as I let my hands lightly caress Her, holding Her close. I kiss Her, and she returns it. I can feel the playful mood She is in, reflected in Her reactions to my caresses and kiss as I gently lift my lips to her ear.

“When we come back... I am going to bind you... and I am going to make you completely mine.” A light, warm whisper grazes Her ear, accompanied by a tickle of Her belly so light and casual that She wonders if it really was intentional, or just an accidental stroke at the right time. “I am going to take you to stars and back... claim you completely... you will be all mine, yet completely free at the same time. When we come home...”

And with those silent words, I approach Her lips with my own, bringing them so close to Hers, but just as She leans in to return the kiss, I break the caressing embrace, leaving Her hanging with a promise: “When we come home...”

As we are casually browsing the stores, I can feel in Her light step, in the way She returns my kisses and the way she reacts to the occasional light tickle (no more than a brush of my finger along a deliciously sensitive area I know of) I send Her way, that my words have been lingering in Her mind, Her bountiful imagination carrying on where I stopped. However, from Her smirk, I can also see that She thinks my teases will amount only to this one fleeting promise and a few knowing touches. Oh, how wrong she is...

As She approaches one of the many displays, one showing beautiful high heels She immediately falls in love with, I embrace her again, pressing myself tightly against her and kissing her neck, my gaze fixed on the shoes, I continue arousing her imagination with yet more soft whispers, intertwined by kisses. To a bystander, oblivious of the content of whispered message, the whispers might seem like a couple in love discussing the shoes the girl likes. In a way, the bystander would be right. In another way, he or she could not be farther from the truth.

“Imagine yourself bound with these on your beautiful feet...”, I begin the whispering tease, “... and my feather caressing the naked, helpless parts of your skin, these alluring heels proving a lousy protection against the soft assailant. Oh, yes... the welcome, evil feather, exploring the oh-so-vulnerable feet, one by one, going everywhere: tops of the feet, dancing on the open toes, gliding between the straps, sawing between your divine, silky... ticklish... sole and the sole of the shoe. Imagine yourself with them on, but feeling as helpless as if they weren’t even there... and the removal...” I would stop there, to kiss Her again, “... oh, you know how long it would take me to remove them... and how I’d let you revel in fear of what is coming next the whole time.”

I would stop there, knowing enough seeds have been sown, leaving her wondering: Did someone just hear what I told her? Is the woman next to us looking at us simply out of curiosity for the young couple... or did she hear? Is She blushing, thus revealing herself? No... no, She mustn’t blush, She would know... and the need for self-control would invite the thoughts I put in her head. Those very thoughts would become a forbidden fruit, and the more She would try not to think of them, the more they would come to Her mind... and the sweeter they would sound. However, She wouldn’t be off the hook... not yet.

“Mmm... this would look good on you”, I’d murmur into Her ear as She would be looking at a light, elegant dress that would spark the darker and dirtier parts of my creativity by just imagining Her wearing it. Just a light, slow stroke of my finger along Her side would be accompanying my next few whispers, again too silent for anyone to hear, the uncertainty of privacy adding to the allure of this tease: “I’d love to take it off you, slowly and methodically... revealing your beautiful skin bit by bit, turning each body part into an erogenous zone of its own... making you edge long before it has been removed even half-way. Oh, yes... and then...”

Here, with this unfinished thought, I would look around, as if someone had noticed us (even if they haven’t), returning to standing by her, teasing her some more. Was I just teasing right now? Or did someone really hear us? She would know I don’t care at all if we are heard... however, why would I stop, then? And what exactly was I about to say? Those thoughts would be fanning the flames on the wildfire of ideas already playing in Her mind, furthered by the fact that She must not show what has been going on with Her for a long time now.

I imagine that, by now, my kisses and occasional teasing touch would be received quite differently than before. Despite the fires burning inside me as well, I would be prolonging going home for a short while, letting Her imagination go wild even more, whispering into her ear: “Don’t worry... we’ll be home soon... and then...” Instead of finishing, I would just wink, continuing the tease.

And then, finally, as we would be coming to the car, about to drive home, I would whisper one more whisper, one that would break all the defences that might have remained in her mind.

With a wink, I would start the engine, and start the drive back home, where I would stay true to my word... where I would make all of my promises come true.

So, what do you guys think? Any ideas on the topic are more than welcome 🙂

 

[Dave2112]

Duke, I couldn't agree with you more. As you were when posting this, I'm too tired and busy with r/l things at the moment to respond fully (but I will, I promise). But, what you said about playing with the mind being more important than what you do to the body struck a nerve. It's how I've played for 25 years. It's about the connection, attunement and being part of a whole, not just what's in it for you.

Excellent post, really excellent...and I'll add to it as I have time. 🙂

 

[sadi]

Yes, toying with the "volunteer's" (let's call them) mind sounds 'quite' delectable. Possibly even more fulfilling than when those fingers finally do descend, and start their furtive wiggling.
Just speculating on all the thoughts that are running through the captive's head can provide almost enough entertainment for the time being - almost being the operative word, as you feel you should lay the volunteer's nerves to rest (in one sense at least), by setting aflame a figurative inferno on their now overly sensitized skin. It's only merciful, isn't it? :evil:

And, despite those methods being just downright dastardly evil, to say the least, if the genders were switched, I think it could work out swimmingly. 😉

Only one situation comes to mind at the moment, but I think it'd be 'fun', to say the least. I'd feed situations into their brain, and then make them question if those possibilities would ever really happen, or not.
Female ler, with a male tied up, hanging from the ceiling (to allow for easiest access to all possible spaces 😉) with his feet tied and restrained, on the floor. He'd be blindolfded, so he'd have to listen to me for a change :ggrin: not being able to ignore me, by looking or listening to anything else.

Walking around him slowly, I'd say possible areas I'd focus on, looking to see if there's any reaction to that. And things I might or might not do to his vulnerable, tempting body, stroking a nail here, and briefly flitting my fingers there, as I continue to walk around a few times, waiting for him to get worked up a bit more. (I just have to copycat some things you're saying duke, so sue me if you don't like it. :stickout >_<)

Then I would walk up inches from him, letting my breath tickle in his ear as I whisper a place I'm going to attack, and let my fingers get to work on that area for a few seconds. Then I'd pause briefly, naming a different area and attacking there, watching his reaction to each new 'area'.

After I've done this a few times, naming - attacking, I'd say my next targeted area, let him start tensing up, trying to prepare for wherever it may be, and go to a different place entirely.

Now, every time I list the next area, he's not sure if he should trust me to keep my word, going after that area, or somewhere different. I would switch between 'goofing' and keeping my word for a while more, watching him get more and more worked up each ensuing time as I continue to give him merciful pauses, for his brain to play a myriad of different possibilities throughout, more likely than not.

And once I'm satiated with teasing him enough, I'll attack. I might press into his back to stretch out his middle, if that seems particularly vulnerable, or just have some fun in one particular area at the given time, or all if I so choose.


So that's my one skeleton outline of a possibility. Though, I'm sure there's more I simply can't grasp (or articulate) at the current moment.

Duke, for that last situation, I don't know if that would make the victim more anxious to leave, or linger... You really do earn your name, Diablo, I'll give you that. 😉

 

[Amanda Cortez]

Hey duke, I really love your ides and your creativity

 

[leafstk]

Wonderful and yet so evil...haha 😀 I would certainly "volunteer" for that kind of situation!

Yes, toying with the "volunteer's" (let's call them) mind sounds 'quite' delectable. Possibly even more fulfilling than when those fingers finally do descend, and start their furtive wiggling.
Just speculating on all the thoughts that are running through the captive's head can provide almost enough entertainment for the time being - almost being the operative word, as you feel you should lay the volunteer's nerves to rest (in one sense at least), by setting aflame a figurative inferno on their now overly sensitized skin. It's only merciful, isn't it? :evil:

And, despite those methods being just downright dastardly evil, to say the least, if the genders were switched, I think it could work out swimmingly. 😉

Only one situation comes to mind at the moment, but I think it'd be 'fun', to say the least. I'd feed situations into their brain, and then make them question if those possibilities would ever really happen, or not.
Female ler, with a male tied up, hanging from the ceiling (to allow for easiest access to all possible spaces 😉) with his feet tied and restrained, on the floor. He'd be blindolfded, so he'd have to listen to me for a change :ggrin: not being able to ignore me, by looking or listening to anything else.

Walking around him slowly, I'd say possible areas I'd focus on, looking to see if there's any reaction to that. And things I might or might not do to his vulnerable, tempting body, stroking a nail here, and briefly flitting my fingers there, as I continue to walk around a few times, waiting for him to get worked up a bit more. (I just have to copycat some things you're saying duke, so sue me if you don't like it. :stickout >_<)

Then I would walk up inches from him, letting my breath tickle in his ear as I whisper a place I'm going to attack, and let my fingers get to work on that area for a few seconds. Then I'd pause briefly, naming a different area and attacking there, watching his reaction to each new 'area'.

After I've done this a few times, naming - attacking, I'd say my next targeted area, let him start tensing up, trying to prepare for wherever it may be, and go to a different place entirely.

Now, every time I list the next area, he's not sure if he should trust me to keep my word, going after that area, or somewhere different. I would switch between 'goofing' and keeping my word for a while more, watching him get more and more worked up each ensuing time as I continue to give him merciful pauses, for his brain to play a myriad of different possibilities throughout, more likely than not.

And once I'm satiated with teasing him enough, I'll attack. I might press into his back to stretch out his middle, if that seems particularly vulnerable, or just have some fun in one particular area at the given time, or all if I so choose.


So that's my one skeleton outline of a possibility. Though, I'm sure there's more I simply can't grasp (or articulate) at the current moment.

Duke, for that last situation, I don't know if that would make the victim more anxious to leave, or linger... You really do earn your name, Diablo, I'll give you that. 😉

 

[ticklebug101]

Great post as ever Duke. I was wondering how to build up the anticipation in the story I'm writing for Izzy. Dont worry I wont steal your ideas.... but as a guidline, very nice.
Bug xoxo.

 

[Sunriseticklee]

Besides making me drool.... My goodness, this thread is just sexy.... I love it when I'm teased and toyed with!

And it's even worse! After a particularly hot session, I am still shivering whenever and where ever I think about it. Gets embarassing when I am in my classroom or at church and a vision of what happened flashes in my head and sets me a flutter.

 

[Duke Diablo]

Thanks for the great replies everyone.

Dave: Hope those real-life things go well for you, m8. Best of luck. Also, I am glad we see eye to eye on the matter. 🙂 Looking forward to your input on this.

Amanda: Thanks. 🙂 I'm glad and honored you liked them.

Sadi: Thanks for the wonderful input. And me? Innocent little me evil? Never! 😛
The insight you point out is true... sometimes, the ticklee will just wish for it to start, to get rid of the horrid anticipation. And being that all the anticipation plays have at least something in common, you haven't borrowed anything from me, really. 🙂 Great idea... and evil one.

Bug: Take any of these, no problem at all... in fact, I'm glad this thread inspired you. I have many more ideas brimming in my head.

Sunrise: My pleasure, milady. I just love playing such mind games with my ticklees... and isn't the 'danger' a part of the appeal? 😉

 

[ticklebug101]

Yay, thanks Duke *hugs*
🙂

 

[PlutoBum]

i like the idea of being tied and tickled without anything being said to me. no matter what i do or say (or in some cases, yell lol) i get no response. not knowing what's happening or where the ler is going to strike next would really get me.