inflight82
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Yesterday I had a very long rather intense tickle session that was intense not because it was one of those make your victim laugh until they're half dead tickles but because my partner, Ryan, used a slow moving kind of tickling that didn't provoke tons of laughter but from a sensory standpoint felt absolutely maddening.
I was in comfortable pajamas since the plan was for this to be a feet tickling focused session. He had me tied up to our bed and I was also blindfolded.
When the tickle torture started it was actually fun. I have always enjoyed the physical sensation of being tickled. I wiggled and I laughed but I wasn't laughing hard and having a panic attack. I felt the goosebumps and shivers going through my body and the ticklish sensation felt like it was just right: thrilling, irritating but not awful. But that was what would make it so evil. I didn't need a breathing break. I wasn't thrashing so hard that my muscles were straining. Which meant he didn't have to stop. He could just keep on going for as long as he wanted.
It was very prickly. My feet are quite ticklish and he would tickle my crawling his fingers in a spider like fashion and occasionally brush the spots where I was really sensitive. Creepy crawly is the best way I can describe the sensation. VERY creepy crawly like if you've ever had an electric toothbrush touch the roof of your mouth. That. A very strong urge to pull away. No laughter or light laughter but the sensation is just overwhelmingly irritating. On top of that he would tickle with one hand while having his other hand over the top of my foot. I couldn't hold still for it. The urge to pull away was irresistible. So my foot would bounce back and forth really fast. It made him laugh because it made this constant smacking sound against his hand. And it kept me from twisting my foot away from his fingertips. They were always there and always crawling.
He kept his fingers moving around though and didn't fixate on any one spot. The softest spot just under the ball of my foot was the worst spot for laughter. Ryan could wind me up almost to the point of it being unsustainable. Lower down the bottom of my foot was where he could make me kick the most. The one part of me sore after all that were my ankle muscles. He would also move around the top of my foot which didn't really get any laughter but still made me want to pull away and cringe.
I was blindfolded and we didn't have a set time, he was just playing with me. But as the tickling dragged on and on it went from fun, to annoying, to me crawling out of my skin. At one point he started teasing me and saying "So are you my tickle toy? Tell me if you are." I was still feeling playful and said "No! Bite me!" So then he goes under the ball of the foot and brings out deeper laughter. "Are you sure? It really feels like you are!" I shook my head as I laughed and raised a middle finger that now that I think about it was probably aimed at me given how my hands were tied. But he must have seen it because suddenly I was getting full power feet tickling and I started belly laughing and twisting on the bed. But after a few seconds he was back to the low intensity tickling. I almost called him and asshole then thought better of it.
The tickling kept going and the torment kept increasing. Under the blindfold I had a mental image that my feet had been submerged in an anthill. It felt like bugs crawling all over my feet, especially since the stimulation and blindfold were making my feet prickle from top to bottom. And it was getting to the point of becoming genuinely torturous.
I gave in and said "Okay! Okay! I'm your tickle toy!" Ryan said "Great!" and kept right on going. I lay on the bed trapped in that haze of gentle laughter and perpetual squirming. "I said I'm your tickle toy!"
"And I'm glad you accept that!" More tickling. And more tickling. And a growing desperation by me to escape the madness. I tried to relax my body and just wait for him to get tired of it but he would. Not. Stop! "Seriously!" I shouted.
"Seriously what? Seriously tickle you?" He started messing with my toes and I burst into heavier laughter.
"STOP!" Back to the normal tickling. The normal tickling that was drilling into my brain and dragging me into Lovecraftian insanity. This is the danger of having a boyfriend who knows you and your body back and front. He is great at not overexerting me. But he knows all of my ticklish spots, just how to reach them, how to dial up or slow down tickling, and he was absolutely draining my sanity. Body healthy, mind gone. The blindfold made it worse too. It made me more sensitive but I also felt more disconnect, where my feet being tickled was the only stimulation in my head.
Tickling and tickling and I couldn't see a clock so I didn't even know if I had been here that long. At this point in the game I was losing my marbles. The tickling on my feet was pure insanity. "Ryan! Jeez for fuck's sake STOP! Oh my gosh I you're killing me!" My ankles were sore from the constant squirming and the relentless skin crawling sensation of his fingers was absolute torture. "Fucking stop! Please! Fucking STOP!" I thumped my head on the pillow, trying to mute out the feeling. I shook my head. I could feel tears damp in the blindfold. I pulled at the ropes and my ankles hurt. I thrashed around on the bed. "Ryan!!!" I had a wiggle tantrum where I pulled in every direction I could then gave up and went limp, still laughing, still feeling that evil crawling of his fingers. "I can't take it! I can't take it! Please please stop! I CAN'T TAKE IT!" I was writhing on the bed. "Make it stop! Make it stop! Oh my gosh this sucks so much!" I let out a cry of frustration then kept grunting and moaning just trying to distract myself. I was getting sweaty too just from the constant squirming. I wanted so bad to escape those evil fingers. "Ryan if you make me cry I'm gonna fucking hate you!" I heard him chuckle. "Stop please stop please STOP!" I threw another struggle tantrum, pulling myself upward, pulling at my feet, and making the bedframe creak. Then I went limp again. He still didn't stop. I shouted to try and blot out the tickling. Then I shouted "RYAN!!!" and my tone must have clicked with him to say this was reaching the point of serious distress because suddenly I felt his fingers shift from tickling to a soothing massage and his voice was at a gentle tone saying "Okay buddy. We're done."
It was weird. I was a weary because I hadn't been thrashing but it was still constant motion, my feet kicking and the light laughter. But I didn't have that feeling I did after our other tickle sessions where my arms and legs feel like lead and even after being untied I just stay put because I'm exhausted. I was completely frazzled though. Emotionally I was a stretched rubber band that close to snapping. The aftercare was surprisingly easy. I felt completely stressed out in the moment but Ryan hugged me and after resting in his arms I actually calmed down pretty quick. I was probably half a second from being genuinely angry at Ryan when I yelled his name but the fact that he quit right there, I didn't feel any lingering stress once I had calmed down. And it's definitely one of those tickle sessions where in the moment you think you're dying but you look back on it and its a fun memory.
I was in comfortable pajamas since the plan was for this to be a feet tickling focused session. He had me tied up to our bed and I was also blindfolded.
When the tickle torture started it was actually fun. I have always enjoyed the physical sensation of being tickled. I wiggled and I laughed but I wasn't laughing hard and having a panic attack. I felt the goosebumps and shivers going through my body and the ticklish sensation felt like it was just right: thrilling, irritating but not awful. But that was what would make it so evil. I didn't need a breathing break. I wasn't thrashing so hard that my muscles were straining. Which meant he didn't have to stop. He could just keep on going for as long as he wanted.
It was very prickly. My feet are quite ticklish and he would tickle my crawling his fingers in a spider like fashion and occasionally brush the spots where I was really sensitive. Creepy crawly is the best way I can describe the sensation. VERY creepy crawly like if you've ever had an electric toothbrush touch the roof of your mouth. That. A very strong urge to pull away. No laughter or light laughter but the sensation is just overwhelmingly irritating. On top of that he would tickle with one hand while having his other hand over the top of my foot. I couldn't hold still for it. The urge to pull away was irresistible. So my foot would bounce back and forth really fast. It made him laugh because it made this constant smacking sound against his hand. And it kept me from twisting my foot away from his fingertips. They were always there and always crawling.
He kept his fingers moving around though and didn't fixate on any one spot. The softest spot just under the ball of my foot was the worst spot for laughter. Ryan could wind me up almost to the point of it being unsustainable. Lower down the bottom of my foot was where he could make me kick the most. The one part of me sore after all that were my ankle muscles. He would also move around the top of my foot which didn't really get any laughter but still made me want to pull away and cringe.
I was blindfolded and we didn't have a set time, he was just playing with me. But as the tickling dragged on and on it went from fun, to annoying, to me crawling out of my skin. At one point he started teasing me and saying "So are you my tickle toy? Tell me if you are." I was still feeling playful and said "No! Bite me!" So then he goes under the ball of the foot and brings out deeper laughter. "Are you sure? It really feels like you are!" I shook my head as I laughed and raised a middle finger that now that I think about it was probably aimed at me given how my hands were tied. But he must have seen it because suddenly I was getting full power feet tickling and I started belly laughing and twisting on the bed. But after a few seconds he was back to the low intensity tickling. I almost called him and asshole then thought better of it.
The tickling kept going and the torment kept increasing. Under the blindfold I had a mental image that my feet had been submerged in an anthill. It felt like bugs crawling all over my feet, especially since the stimulation and blindfold were making my feet prickle from top to bottom. And it was getting to the point of becoming genuinely torturous.
I gave in and said "Okay! Okay! I'm your tickle toy!" Ryan said "Great!" and kept right on going. I lay on the bed trapped in that haze of gentle laughter and perpetual squirming. "I said I'm your tickle toy!"
"And I'm glad you accept that!" More tickling. And more tickling. And a growing desperation by me to escape the madness. I tried to relax my body and just wait for him to get tired of it but he would. Not. Stop! "Seriously!" I shouted.
"Seriously what? Seriously tickle you?" He started messing with my toes and I burst into heavier laughter.
"STOP!" Back to the normal tickling. The normal tickling that was drilling into my brain and dragging me into Lovecraftian insanity. This is the danger of having a boyfriend who knows you and your body back and front. He is great at not overexerting me. But he knows all of my ticklish spots, just how to reach them, how to dial up or slow down tickling, and he was absolutely draining my sanity. Body healthy, mind gone. The blindfold made it worse too. It made me more sensitive but I also felt more disconnect, where my feet being tickled was the only stimulation in my head.
Tickling and tickling and I couldn't see a clock so I didn't even know if I had been here that long. At this point in the game I was losing my marbles. The tickling on my feet was pure insanity. "Ryan! Jeez for fuck's sake STOP! Oh my gosh I you're killing me!" My ankles were sore from the constant squirming and the relentless skin crawling sensation of his fingers was absolute torture. "Fucking stop! Please! Fucking STOP!" I thumped my head on the pillow, trying to mute out the feeling. I shook my head. I could feel tears damp in the blindfold. I pulled at the ropes and my ankles hurt. I thrashed around on the bed. "Ryan!!!" I had a wiggle tantrum where I pulled in every direction I could then gave up and went limp, still laughing, still feeling that evil crawling of his fingers. "I can't take it! I can't take it! Please please stop! I CAN'T TAKE IT!" I was writhing on the bed. "Make it stop! Make it stop! Oh my gosh this sucks so much!" I let out a cry of frustration then kept grunting and moaning just trying to distract myself. I was getting sweaty too just from the constant squirming. I wanted so bad to escape those evil fingers. "Ryan if you make me cry I'm gonna fucking hate you!" I heard him chuckle. "Stop please stop please STOP!" I threw another struggle tantrum, pulling myself upward, pulling at my feet, and making the bedframe creak. Then I went limp again. He still didn't stop. I shouted to try and blot out the tickling. Then I shouted "RYAN!!!" and my tone must have clicked with him to say this was reaching the point of serious distress because suddenly I felt his fingers shift from tickling to a soothing massage and his voice was at a gentle tone saying "Okay buddy. We're done."
It was weird. I was a weary because I hadn't been thrashing but it was still constant motion, my feet kicking and the light laughter. But I didn't have that feeling I did after our other tickle sessions where my arms and legs feel like lead and even after being untied I just stay put because I'm exhausted. I was completely frazzled though. Emotionally I was a stretched rubber band that close to snapping. The aftercare was surprisingly easy. I felt completely stressed out in the moment but Ryan hugged me and after resting in his arms I actually calmed down pretty quick. I was probably half a second from being genuinely angry at Ryan when I yelled his name but the fact that he quit right there, I didn't feel any lingering stress once I had calmed down. And it's definitely one of those tickle sessions where in the moment you think you're dying but you look back on it and its a fun memory.
