Your Deepest Darkest Tickling Fantasy (No Shame)

[ticklelation]

Well there is a couple, one more “set in reality” than another. I’ll start with the more “realistic” one first:

1. A multi billionaire, with a severe tickle fetish has arrived in my town. This tickle obsessed rich person had a vision - he bought all the houses in an entire block, and sold them to people in the tickling community. Soon, this entire street (renamed as kittle street) was full of dungeons designed as family homes, and cruel ticklers of TMF and Reddit owned these houses. And I accidentally rented out a room in this neighborhood. Soon, I became the go-to Lee for the whole neighborhood (because I live in this town). Every weekend, and holidays I spend going through the gauntlet - a ritual of sorts where my naked body spends the whole day getting mercilessly tickled till I cum, and then sent to the house next door, and I cannot stop till every single ler has tickled me till orgasm.

2. This one takes the idea of the above to a whole new level. There is a world which is obsessed with tickling. This world has one continent (shaped like a human of sorts), and has many kingdoms, each dedicated to a particular spot (e.g Kingdom of Axilla where the lers and lees focus on the underarms). Each kingdom has its own version of the Facility - an underground superdungeon where criminals are interrogated and punished for their crimes, and captives are trained to become tickle slaves. I am a criminal, who was interrogated, and sentenced to become a tickle slave; however, my ticklishness, and my knack for cruelty as a ler made me an inquisitor in this place.

 

[Eagle44d]

Mine is pretty simple. Id like to see a group of people all tickle torture my wife since she’s super ticklish

That scenario is so hot. Want the same for mine

 

[torturoustickle]

I have a reoccurring one about an ex girlfriend from a long time ago. She was very ticklish, especially on her feet. You couldn't touch them without an instant scream. I was very shy with my tickling fetish back then so I never mentioned it.
One time we were fooling around and she ended up being wrapped up in a blanket, bare feet sticking out the end. Her mother who was just sitting watching and laughing, came over and gave her feet a quick tickle.
My GF gave an immense scream and called her mother a bitch. Her mother, who was very conservative then dropped a bombshell. "Tickle some respect into her" she said, before leaving the room.
What happened after that ........ absolutely NOTHING. I totally wussed it. 🤦🏻‍♂️
However I do fantasize from time to time about having done just as her mother requested and tickle my feisty GF till she begged for forgiveness. 😈

 

[Kt_ts]

I am really into pulp magazine inspired orientalist fantasies.
Ah, to be a sheik who has a harem full of abducted Western women as scantily-clad tickle slaves...

 

[hopefulscrambl]

I've started having a weird one lately, which is starting to make me think "wait, am I a bad person"?

So, I recently got laid off, and I was on a hike with some friends. One of them had brought his girlfriend along, who I liked and got on with but didn't really know that well. We ended up walking next to each other, and during the small-talk she mentioned that she'd seen on social media about my money problems. I started doing the normal complaining when out of nowhere, she asked if she could cover my rent this month. Apparently she'd just got a promotion, so if I wanted, she could help with rent while I got back on my feet. Like I said, this wasn't a close friend I've known for years - her boyfriend wasn't even a close friend I've known for years. This is someone I'm friendly acquaintances with, and she was willing to just give me a month's rent out of the kindness of her heart. It's genuinely one of the kindest things anyone's ever done for me, completely unexpected, and I wasn't quite sure what to feel about this. So, naturally, the pervert side came in to carry the weight

See, I remember her and her friends discussing some kind of...prank or surprise party or something? I don't recall the details, but the bit I do remember (naturally) is that she'd apparently spilled her part of the scheme and was defending herself on the grounds the target had got suspicious and tickled her until she gave up the goods. So I know she's not just ticklish, but ticklish enough that people in her life use it as a way to torture her into doing things. And now I can't help but fantasize about absolutely destroying her. I don't know if this is a "I don't have any way to pay this back and I'm subconciously mad" thing or a "this person is now in a position of power over me and I want to bring her back down" thing or even just an "I now like this person much more and my brain has one script for that" thing, but I want to reduce her to a cackling, babbling mess pleading for mercy and then keep going.

This seems a slightly worrying response to a genuinely goodhearted woman going well out of her way to help someone she hardly knows, but I want to tie her down so she can't move a muscle and tickle her until she can't form english words anymore. Maybe I should introspect on that. But there you go, that's currently my most morally dubious fantasy.

 

[Asheylashes]

I've started having a weird one lately, which is starting to make me think "wait, am I a bad person"?

So, I recently got laid off, and I was on a hike with some friends. One of them had brought his girlfriend along, who I liked and got on with but didn't really know that well. We ended up walking next to each other, and during the small-talk she mentioned that she'd seen on social media about my money problems. I started doing the normal complaining when out of nowhere, she asked if she could cover my rent this month. Apparently she'd just got a promotion, so if I wanted, she could help with rent while I got back on my feet. Like I said, this wasn't a close friend I've known for years - her boyfriend wasn't even a close friend I've known for years. This is someone I'm friendly acquaintances with, and she was willing to just give me a month's rent out of the kindness of her heart. It's genuinely one of the kindest things anyone's ever done for me, completely unexpected, and I wasn't quite sure what to feel about this. So, naturally, the pervert side came in to carry the weight

See, I remember her and her friends discussing some kind of...prank or surprise party or something? I don't recall the details, but the bit I do remember (naturally) is that she'd apparently spilled her part of the scheme and was defending herself on the grounds the target had got suspicious and tickled her until she gave up the goods. So I know she's not just ticklish, but ticklish enough that people in her life use it as a way to torture her into doing things. And now I can't help but fantasize about absolutely destroying her. I don't know if this is a "I don't have any way to pay this back and I'm subconciously mad" thing or a "this person is now in a position of power over me and I want to bring her back down" thing or even just an "I now like this person much more and my brain has one script for that" thing, but I want to reduce her to a cackling, babbling mess pleading for mercy and then keep going.

This seems a slightly worrying response to a genuinely goodhearted woman going well out of her way to help someone she hardly knows, but I want to tie her down so she can't move a muscle and tickle her until she can't form english words anymore. Maybe I should introspect on that. But there you go, that's currently my most morally dubious fantasy.

Holy smokes. I like how you describe things.

 

[hopefulscrambl]

Holy smokes. I like how you describe things.

Thank you!

 

[U.N.Owen]

I've started having a weird one lately, which is starting to make me think "wait, am I a bad person"?

So, I recently got laid off, and I was on a hike with some friends. One of them had brought his girlfriend along, who I liked and got on with but didn't really know that well. We ended up walking next to each other, and during the small-talk she mentioned that she'd seen on social media about my money problems. I started doing the normal complaining when out of nowhere, she asked if she could cover my rent this month. Apparently she'd just got a promotion, so if I wanted, she could help with rent while I got back on my feet. Like I said, this wasn't a close friend I've known for years - her boyfriend wasn't even a close friend I've known for years. This is someone I'm friendly acquaintances with, and she was willing to just give me a month's rent out of the kindness of her heart. It's genuinely one of the kindest things anyone's ever done for me, completely unexpected, and I wasn't quite sure what to feel about this. So, naturally, the pervert side came in to carry the weight

See, I remember her and her friends discussing some kind of...prank or surprise party or something? I don't recall the details, but the bit I do remember (naturally) is that she'd apparently spilled her part of the scheme and was defending herself on the grounds the target had got suspicious and tickled her until she gave up the goods. So I know she's not just ticklish, but ticklish enough that people in her life use it as a way to torture her into doing things. And now I can't help but fantasize about absolutely destroying her. I don't know if this is a "I don't have any way to pay this back and I'm subconciously mad" thing or a "this person is now in a position of power over me and I want to bring her back down" thing or even just an "I now like this person much more and my brain has one script for that" thing, but I want to reduce her to a cackling, babbling mess pleading for mercy and then keep going.

This seems a slightly worrying response to a genuinely goodhearted woman going well out of her way to help someone she hardly knows, but I want to tie her down so she can't move a muscle and tickle her until she can't form english words anymore. Maybe I should introspect on that. But there you go, that's currently my most morally dubious fantasy.

Firstly, you write beautifully.

Secondly, the fact that you're so obviously disturbed by the possibility that your desire is rooted in something bad I think makes it much less likely that it actually is (beyond the imp of the perverse that's in everybody but is tempered in normal people by a moral sense). I strongly suspect that you were very touched by her gesture, which made her very attractive... and that being one of us, and already having heard her talk about being seriously tickled, you instinctively wanted to do what you want to do with women you find attractive and know are ticklish.

My two cents, FWIW.

 

[hopefulscrambl]

Firstly, you write beautifully.

Secondly, the fact that you're so obviously disturbed by the possibility that your desire is rooted in something bad I think makes it much less likely that it actually is (beyond the imp of the perverse that's in everybody but is tempered in normal people by a moral sense). I strongly suspect that you were very touched by her gesture, which made her very attractive... and that being one of us, and already having heard her talk about being seriously tickled, you instinctively wanted to do what you want to do with women you find attractive and know are ticklish.

My two cents, FWIW.

This is a much nicer and probably more likely interpretation, thank you! But I'm afraid I have booked several weeks sat atop a gargoyle lamenting the Beast I Have Become already, you know?

 

[U.N.Owen]

This is a much nicer and probably more likely interpretation, thank you! But I'm afraid I have booked several weeks sat atop a gargoyle lamenting the Beast I Have Become already, you know?

You continue to write beautifully.

(And I'm really pretty confident you just like the girl.)

 

[jude101]

I have a fantasy of identifying the most ticklish women among a large pool and tickling them insane. Something like the following.

An invading army occupies a city of 5 million people, and all the young women are sent to my detentions centers for “processing”. Out of 5 million, around half are women, and there might be 250,000 aged 18-24. They are put through several rounds of tests to select the best candidates. First they are ranked by physical attractiveness, and the top 10% (25,000) move to the next round. Next, they are subjected to a general tickling test, and the top 20% most ticklish (5,000) move to the next round. Next round focuses on feet tickling, and the top 10% most ticklish feet (500) move on. Next their feet are evaluated, and the 20% with the prettiest, softest feet move on.

So we have identified a group of 100 attractive girls near the top of the ticklishness charts. For the final test, they are bound and connected to some sensors, and subject to an intense bout of tickling for a few minutes. They are evaluated based on how hard it is for them to withstand the tickling. This is judged based on many factors: volume of laughing/screaming, intensity of thrashing, how quickly they start begging or crying, sweating, heart rate, breathing rate, brain activity. Of these who we already knew were extremely ticklish, the 10% with the most intense responses are selected.

The 10 people selected are beautiful individuals with nice, soft feet, and for them, tickling (especially on the feet) is pure, unmitigated torture. These girls are brought to my compound to become my tickle slaves, and that's where the real fun starts. Every day, I tickle torture a few (or all) of them. Sometimes with long sessions then end up with the ticklee passing out, other times with multiple intense, scream-filled 5-minute sessions sprinkled throughout the day. Sometimes slow, torturous strokes of one finger up and down each foot for hours. Sometimes with I use tools, sometimes just my fingers. My compound has a number of restraint systems available, all of which get used.

Sometimes the tickling would be combined with sexual arousal. I have in my employ two sex workers who are experts in the art of female stimulation. Some days they will get to work on one my of my girls with their hands, vibrators, mouths, etc., until the victim is all worked up. Then I might start tickling the girl's feet slowly, keeping up the tickling and stimulation for hours without release. Or I might surprise them with intense tickling just as they reach the point of no return, so their orgasm is overloaded by tickle torture.

 

[one_Point_twenty_Tickles]

I have in addition to my tickling fetish, I also have sort of being ticked while wearing just my underwear fetish. When I was young a lady friend of my mother who was always around as I was growing up, she used to have me sit on her lap after she made me strip down to see what color underwear I had on, while sitting like that on her lap she would touch, Rub, fondle, and tickle me like that for what seemed like a long time but long enough for her to tickle me to the point of orgasm.
My fantasy God's like this,,, several older mature aged women are having a card game at one of the ladies houses and after she invites all the guests to the game, she contacts me quietly. She asks me to come over on game night and service as bartender for the ladies playing cards. But there's a catch, she says she wants me to do this with whole night while only wearing my sexiest underwear that I own. And during the party
any of the ladies can and will be running their hands all over me, tickling, fondling and even spanking me periodically throughout the evening. I of course agree wholeheartedly but add one thing. Sometime during the night whenever the women are ready they will all come and take me to another area of the house where they will tie me up and hang tickle me.
For real I love being tickled and spanked while in my underwear and having other women watching as well. I think it seems from me being stripped and tickled as I stated previously. But I've always loved it since. I usually prefer the women who are doing the tickling to be stripped down to their bras and panties of lingerie or whatever other type of sexy underwear that they have.

 

[TicklecoupleLA]

I have a few. For context, my wife used to date a millionaire, so this would involve a wealthier individual tickling her for his amusement occasionally. My wife has in the past sold some of her socks so this kind of goes along with that. The fantasy involves us meeting a millionaire into feet/ tickling and offers to tickle her occasionally to help us out. We would meet with him every other week for tickling fun.

 

[luvgirlsfeet]

When I was in school I had a guidance counselor who’d tickle me whenever I’d be in her office. I wish I could go back to those days

 

[Lizziee]

Hii🙂 mine is to be tickled with multiple feathers on my neck🥲

 

[TheManOf_Plumes]

Hii🙂 mine is to be tickled with multiple feathers on my neck🥲

I've got some feather dusters in my bag that could help you out with that lol

 

[TheManOf_Plumes]

First one was the classic detention scenario. I'd come to school after hours to serve my two hours. Immediately something feels off when I see a single chemsurf science table in the middle of the room. You know, the blacktop tables with the sturdy legs. The science teacher who offered to host comes from a back room in her class with a big smile and a cheery welcome. She's shorter. Kinda frumpy, pale skinned with big bushy red hair. Wearing a lab coat, khakis and strapped sandals. Toes unpainted but well kept. She kindly asks me if I'm ready. I say yes. Bluntly she says good and asks me to remove my shirt, shoes and socks and to lay down on the table with my arms above my head. Although I'm of course surprised at the command, I'm not in a position of power and do so. The table is cold against my back. I'm now laying down in just khakis. Bare soles feeling the cool air. From under the table, the science teacher grabs cuffs connected to straps from underneath the table. Firmly securing and tightening them so as to keep me from pulling my arms down. The same with my ankles. A brief tickle to the soles as a preview to what's about to happen. She jokingly apologizes and walks to her door. Waving people in. The sound of multiple voices getting closer causing a pit to grow in my stomach. A cold chill sweeping over me. Then they enter. The labrarian. A shorter, thicker woman with brown hair and a wide grin. To her side is her compatriot art teacher. Blonde, petite. Blue eyes and a bubbly demeanor. The math teacher. Taller than the both, curvy but still relatively thin. Fair skin and red hair to boot. A disciplinarians stare on her face. They all gather around me, staring down. Discussing amongst themselves how this will work out before explaining my situation. During a meeting in the teachers lounge the women had discussed new ways to make sure students don't end up back in detention. Landing on tickling ultimately. And I was unfortunately their first subject. This was a hell/heaven scenario. Despite this being a cruel and unusual way to deter troublemaking, the punishment wasn't what I feared. It was what it could reveal. Already feeling the steady warmth in my stomach, it would end up being too late for me to try and convince them to not follow through. They pounced while I was distracted thinking over my predicament. Scribbling fingers coming at me at every angle. The math teacher leaning over and looking sternly down at me while she scribbles math problems with her fingers into my pits. The librarian straddling my waist and squeezing my tummy. Spidering down my sides, singing sweet coos to my face to increase the embarrassment. Meanwhile down towards the end other end, my large soles are being worked over by the science teacher and art teacher. Each taking turns holding my toes back while the other gets my taught soles. Making comments about how they couldn't believe a big tough boy like me could be so ticklish on his tootsies. All of them seem to be relishing in my torment. Commenting on how precious I am. Playing with my hair in the short respits I get to drink water and breath. Because although they're torturing me, they tell me it's for my own good. And they still put me through the ringer. At one point all four of them focusing directly on my belly and pits. Then down to my feet. Two of them sitting on my ankles, holding my toes back while the other two use oils, brushes and all sorts of evil tools to get me to howl with pitiful laughter. Meanwhile it's become obvious that despite everything, I'm enjoying myself. The labrarian was the first to notice while straddling me, of course. But she said nothing as I continued to feel my tender member grind against her backside while she tormented my belly. But now it was sticking straight up under my khaki shorts. Like a flag pole and they just couldn't ignore it any longer. Teasing me as they slowly loosen my zipper, buttons and belt. Pulling my cock out of my boxers. They admire. They ooh and aww. Before they each grab a feather duster and begin tormenting my cock and balls from all sides. Occasionally reaching into tickle my balls. It goes on for only 3 minutes but it feels like forever before I'm forced to explode all over their dusters and hands and myself. Just in time for the end of detention. They untie me. Help clean me up and have a brief talk about why I went through what I went through. Hugging me, and holding my hand through it. Once it's all said and done I leave. Hopefully to never end up back in that scenario again. But who am I kidding lol

If you guys like that, I got some more including some taboo ones I'm willing to vent over. Lemme know

 

[hoppahulle]

First one was the classic detention scenario. I'd come to school after hours to serve my two hours. Immediately something feels off when I see a single chemsurf science table in the middle of the room. You know, the blacktop tables with the sturdy legs. The science teacher who offered to host comes from a back room in her class with a big smile and a cheery welcome. She's shorter. Kinda frumpy, pale skinned with big bushy red hair. Wearing a lab coat, khakis and strapped sandals. Toes unpainted but well kept. She kindly asks me if I'm ready. I say yes. Bluntly she says good and asks me to remove my shirt, shoes and socks and to lay down on the table with my arms above my head. Although I'm of course surprised at the command, I'm not in a position of power and do so. The table is cold against my back. I'm now laying down in just khakis. Bare soles feeling the cool air. From under the table, the science teacher grabs cuffs connected to straps from underneath the table. Firmly securing and tightening them so as to keep me from pulling my arms down. The same with my ankles. A brief tickle to the soles as a preview to what's about to happen. She jokingly apologizes and walks to her door. Waving people in. The sound of multiple voices getting closer causing a pit to grow in my stomach. A cold chill sweeping over me. Then they enter. The labrarian. A shorter, thicker woman with brown hair and a wide grin. To her side is her compatriot art teacher. Blonde, petite. Blue eyes and a bubbly demeanor. The math teacher. Taller than the both, curvy but still relatively thin. Fair skin and red hair to boot. A disciplinarians stare on her face. They all gather around me, staring down. Discussing amongst themselves how this will work out before explaining my situation. During a meeting in the teachers lounge the women had discussed new ways to make sure students don't end up back in detention. Landing on tickling ultimately. And I was unfortunately their first subject. This was a hell/heaven scenario. Despite this being a cruel and unusual way to deter troublemaking, the punishment wasn't what I feared. It was what it could reveal. Already feeling the steady warmth in my stomach, it would end up being too late for me to try and convince them to not follow through. They pounced while I was distracted thinking over my predicament. Scribbling fingers coming at me at every angle. The math teacher leaning over and looking sternly down at me while she scribbles math problems with her fingers into my pits. The librarian straddling my waist and squeezing my tummy. Spidering down my sides, singing sweet coos to my face to increase the embarrassment. Meanwhile down towards the end other end, my large soles are being worked over by the science teacher and art teacher. Each taking turns holding my toes back while the other gets my taught soles. Making comments about how they couldn't believe a big tough boy like me could be so ticklish on his tootsies. All of them seem to be relishing in my torment. Commenting on how precious I am. Playing with my hair in the short respits I get to drink water and breath. Because although they're torturing me, they tell me it's for my own good. And they still put me through the ringer. At one point all four of them focusing directly on my belly and pits. Then down to my feet. Two of them sitting on my ankles, holding my toes back while the other two use oils, brushes and all sorts of evil tools to get me to howl with pitiful laughter. Meanwhile it's become obvious that despite everything, I'm enjoying myself. The labrarian was the first to notice while straddling me, of course. But she said nothing as I continued to feel my tender member grind against her backside while she tormented my belly. But now it was sticking straight up under my khaki shorts. Like a flag pole and they just couldn't ignore it any longer. Teasing me as they slowly loosen my zipper, buttons and belt. Pulling my cock out of my boxers. They admire. They ooh and aww. Before they each grab a feather duster and begin tormenting my cock and balls from all sides. Occasionally reaching into tickle my balls. It goes on for only 3 minutes but it feels like forever before I'm forced to explode all over their dusters and hands and myself. Just in time for the end of detention. They untie me. Help clean me up and have a brief talk about why I went through what I went through. Hugging me, and holding my hand through it. Once it's all said and done I leave. Hopefully to never end up back in that scenario again. But who am I kidding lol

If you guys like that, I got some more including some taboo ones I'm willing to vent over. Lemme know

That is a great scenario, and really nicely described - and well I think I'm speaking for the majority of us when I say "well we're all ears for the rest of them".

 

[TheManOf_Plumes]

That is a great scenario, and really nicely described - and well I think I'm speaking for the majority of us when I say "well we're all ears for the rest of them".

Well let's see, what else is in the old memory bank here... How about a few rapid fire ones?

1. Had a friend back in the day. A little taller than me, older and what I would describe as an emo tomboy. Blue hair, dark shirts and pants. Would wear stompy boots and black makeup. The likes. She also had larger than average feet for a woman. Would wear 9s, sometimes tens if she had to. Hyper ticklish, but she hated being tickled. Despite this and her knowing about my fetish, she indulged from time to time. On one occasion I received a pretty good reaction. When hitting under her toes, she broke. A squeal that would from time to time break into snorts of laughter. Music. So the fantasy goes as such with her. Very simple. Tightly wrapped, much like how they did to Jackie French once with realtickling. Ankles snuggly together. Toes tied back with the string connecting to the bondage around her ankles. And I just go ham. Brushes, fingers, feathers. If I'm so bold, one set of toes would go into my mouth while my hands worked over the sole of the same foot. Occasionally I'd jump and visit her up top to be an ass and joke at her expense. She'd hiss and swear at me. But once everything was over we'd settle over a joint.

2. This one involves the art teacher from my first story. In real life, this woman was a blonde, petite 30 something who stood at 5 feet tall. And she'd constantly walk around the room barefoot. I think she liked the feel of the linoleum in her room against her soles or something. She'd also boldly plant those things up on her desk for all to see. And what you might see is a reccuring theme in this thread, she also had larger than average feet. Size 8s... Always freshly pedicured and pink polish on the toes...The projects I lost time on taking peeks... Anyways. In this fantasy I run into her at a bar. She's much older now but still is somehow beautiful as can be. Not seeming to lost any luster. I get bold and explain to her how I felt about her putting her feet up in class. She listens carefully and kindly. In the midst of my verbal barf, I explain how I'd always wanted a chance to tickle her feet. I catch myself. She stops to wonder. Eventually, thankfully she agrees. We drive back to her home. She sits in one of her plush living room chairs. I grab a stool to prop her feet up. She poses. Crosses them. Acts like she's posing for the camera. Maybe on purpose or drunkingly, she grabs the tip of my erect cock, obviously visible, with her toes and wiggles it around. I jump. Startled. But with a determined stare in my eyes, I begin. Using fingers at first. Slowly mapping out the nerves. Eventually rolling to feathers. Of course my tongue is in need of a taste. All through out, she goes through the waves of giggles, laughter, back to giggles. Eventually over time, gentle moans begin to sleep through. Till it's all I can hear. I hadn't been focused on looking up at her considering my prize was Infront of me. But looking up, I see her touching herself and moaning deeply at the feeling of her vulnerable soles being played with by a former student. She climaxes. I rub her feet as a thank you. Other things happen sometimes lol You get the picture.

3. Let's get a little goofy here. Like a lot of us, there were some really pivotal scenes depicted in the cartoons I watched growing up. The Tickle Belt being a massive thing for me. Of course I've grown older and the way I think about it has changed. Even down to the way it works lol The belt itself wouldn't necessarily change, but the way it's controlled would be. Essentially it would become a dial, instead of a button. 1-5, changing not only intensity but how it spreads. I find myself cuffed to a metal table. Stripped down to nothing except the belt. My torture starts at one. I feel gentle tickles in my ears and neck. Lock soft kisses gently dancing across. The senation extends down to my chest. Making it seem as though fingers are dancing around my chest. Teasing my nipples and stroking between my pecs. My laughter is just barely a giggle now. Then we jump to two. The sensation up top extends to my armpits now. Seemingly stopping there and causing laughter to increase in volume. Only slightly. I think that's it, but I begin to feel the dreaded tingling across the very soles of my feet. Though it's just the soles, I can still feel it under and in between my toes. Maddening like fuzzy caterpillars taking turns squeezing through. We know jump to through. It's up to the backs of my knees and the bottom of my sides and ribs. It's torture. I'm bellowing with laughter. Struggling with all my might. Why need the restraints anyways? Isn't the inability to take the belt off enough? What sick pleasure is there to gain? Then 4 hits. My belly feels it, the tops of my thighs, into my hips feel it. Every where except for a specific circle around my groin is experiencing death by a thousand tickles. Like I'm in the center of a giant tickle party with no escape. With a feeling to be touched so urgent yet so far away. Only after my captor has made me beg for it does he increase to 5. Sensory overload. My now hard cock is being assaulted by millions upon millions of nerve endings, seemingly being tickled by microscopic feathers. Every inch of me is writhing, I'm screaming for it to stop. That it's tickling my DNA lol hours feel like pass before I release. The device is set back to 0. And I'm left to my own sweaty, nerve wracked mess.

Hope y'all enjoyed.

 

[capt.Wolfie]

What is your deepest darkest tickling fantasy?

I would like to be an executioner in a dungeon and just mercilessly administer tickle torture to women for hours even days with no break. Being so tied up they can't even wiggle a single toe. Just every spot open and exposed.

Riding, on a female foot, and tickling that foot/ or be tickled, on my feet, with a female foot in my groin..🥰

 

[pacattack]

I have a reoccurring one about an ex girlfriend from a long time ago. She was very ticklish, especially on her feet. You couldn't touch them without an instant scream. I was very shy with my tickling fetish back then so I never mentioned it.
One time we were fooling around and she ended up being wrapped up in a blanket, bare feet sticking out the end. Her mother who was just sitting watching and laughing, came over and gave her feet a quick tickle.
My GF gave an immense scream and called her mother a bitch. Her mother, who was very conservative then dropped a bombshell. "Tickle some respect into her" she said, before leaving the room.
What happened after that ........ absolutely NOTHING. I totally wussed it. 🤦🏻‍♂️
However I do fantasize from time to time about having done just as her mother requested and tickle my feisty GF till she begged for forgiveness. 😈

Her feet were totally that ticklish because her mother had tickled the hell out of them before as a child.

 

[torturoustickle]

Her feet were totally that ticklish because her mother had tickled the hell out of them before as a child.

I don't actually think so. Her mother was extremely conservative and my GF wad a feisty one. They were always arguing with my GF being the dominant one. That is one of the reasons that I regret not taking my opportunity. Just once I would have liked to hear her beg for mercy and forgiveness. 😈

 

[Jpg8911]

My wife rarely indulges in tickling or my other fetishes. She has two sisters, one of which i think has a crush on me.

I fantasize about her sisters seducing me, tying me up, tickling me, and taking turns on me with the sister with the crush on me finishing me off by riding me while the other sister tickles me. They then threaten to tell my wife about our encounter unless I agree to be their toy every weekend

 

[luvgirlsfeet]

I’d like to relive the time a high school classmate of mine back in 1988 when he and I were in my pool and I tickled his feet.

 

[SonnyFuji]

I'm mummified from head to ankles. Completely enveloped in wrapping so thick and covered so many times that im about a foot off the ground. I'm left face down so i can't see much of my surroundings. Then i feel my shoes and socks getting removed. My ankles get tied with rope and i'm then left there with my bare soles helplessly exposed. My arms are utterly useless to me wrapped to my sides in all that wrapping and all i can do is lie there.

Then she begins with the playful threats and verbal teasing. I begin laughing in anticipation and the rest........who knows.