My answer:
I have several BIG fantasies... And I can never share my favorite/ biggest publicly.
(Edited: It's just too dark and too evil. I just don't want the public to have access to that side of my tickle lust. I have told one or two friends who are as dark and demented as I am. LOL)
So one of my bigger fantasies is to be tickled by 4-5 of my all time favorite ticklers (just know they are my favorite because they are definitely the most fun/brutal... LOL But they are also great friends IRL). And some of you are actually on FetLife. I just never told you to your face that you are some of my favorite ticklers of all time!
I am bound so tightly that I am immobile. I am also completely naked, my brown skin is glistening and covered with oil. However, I am not blindfolded or gagged. They want me to fully witness my demise, and they want to be able to hear my own suffering as my reactions transform from easy giggles and bratty banter to hopeless wailing.
They have permission/ access to tickle me absolutely everywhere on my body, and they do indiscriminately. They are completely silent and merciless. My tormenters slowly and sadistically tickle me and tickle me and tickle me and tickle me well past my limits... well past the point where I am broken and filled with despair.... well past the point where I honestly, truly cannot take it anymore.
They never respond to my begging, my anger, my threats, my tears. They just concentrate on tickling me all over my body. They are savoring the experience. They are not in a rush. They don't even celebrate when I give up and I am a tear-soaked, shattered, shell of a lee.... They just continue with their destruction.
They just don't stop until they have reached the pre-determined time that they all agreed upon (without consulting me). The aftercare is just as gentle, and it's warm and kind. I will need it. They don't leave me.... They stay with me, make sure I'm hydrated and fed. They hold me and assure me that I am safe and protected. They are there all night and in the morning we cook and eat breakfast together. We laugh about our favorite parts of last evening.
Later that day; however, I get my revenge!
I have several BIG fantasies... And I can never share my favorite/ biggest publicly.
(Edited: It's just too dark and too evil. I just don't want the public to have access to that side of my tickle lust. I have told one or two friends who are as dark and demented as I am. LOL)
So one of my bigger fantasies is to be tickled by 4-5 of my all time favorite ticklers (just know they are my favorite because they are definitely the most fun/brutal... LOL But they are also great friends IRL). And some of you are actually on FetLife. I just never told you to your face that you are some of my favorite ticklers of all time!
I am bound so tightly that I am immobile. I am also completely naked, my brown skin is glistening and covered with oil. However, I am not blindfolded or gagged. They want me to fully witness my demise, and they want to be able to hear my own suffering as my reactions transform from easy giggles and bratty banter to hopeless wailing.
They have permission/ access to tickle me absolutely everywhere on my body, and they do indiscriminately. They are completely silent and merciless. My tormenters slowly and sadistically tickle me and tickle me and tickle me and tickle me well past my limits... well past the point where I am broken and filled with despair.... well past the point where I honestly, truly cannot take it anymore.
They never respond to my begging, my anger, my threats, my tears. They just concentrate on tickling me all over my body. They are savoring the experience. They are not in a rush. They don't even celebrate when I give up and I am a tear-soaked, shattered, shell of a lee.... They just continue with their destruction.
They just don't stop until they have reached the pre-determined time that they all agreed upon (without consulting me). The aftercare is just as gentle, and it's warm and kind. I will need it. They don't leave me.... They stay with me, make sure I'm hydrated and fed. They hold me and assure me that I am safe and protected. They are there all night and in the morning we cook and eat breakfast together. We laugh about our favorite parts of last evening.
Later that day; however, I get my revenge!
