TickleKnight
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I imagine that you remember the sensations that run through your body, when you are vunerable, bound, and blindfolded. The first thought that slips through your mind as you feel your sandals or clogs slide off your feet, the first brush of cool ear that carress your soles and toes once your shoes are removed. How antsy you get, your heart almost skipping a beat because you know what is coming. Your thoughts wondering if you would be spared in the beginning, and teased with something soft at first, or will one be ruthless and dig in right away with fingernails upon those spots they have come to discover were highly sensitive to being tickled. Perhaps that area right below the toes, or the middle of the arch, perhaps a single fingernail lightly scratched upon the pads of the big toes. All of them causing you to squirm the moment the thought crosses your mind, and the anticipation builds, till you feel it, the first sensation that shoots up your leg, that makes you want to jump, to burst out of your bondage, the intensity of it, knowing how ticklish your feet are and how much it tries you crazy, but you enjoy it so much. The trust and control that one has over your mind and body, such laughs, giggles, building, escaping your lips. The intensity building, you fighting it by pulling upon your bondage, trying to shake your foot side to side, if such would give you even a second or two of reprieve. Then as the laughs get louder, the profanity starts, the cussing and calling your tormentor all types of names hoping to distract him, but it being apart of you all's play. Imagine that through all of such, the thrill, the intensity it does reach a point that such starts feeling so good, and you squirming, but moans slipping out between the laughs........