Tickle me senseless

Tickling was a complete surprise kink for me. I was introduced to it by a fetlife friend and was very quickly hooked. Don’t get me wrong… it is utter and absolute fucking agony, which is why it’s a hard limit for many folks. So why do I want to be relentlessly tortured?!

I love to feel so horribly vulnerable, exposed and helpless. I love to be teased and taunted. I love to be out of control. Tickling has enormous potential for all of these things.

In the week running up to the tickling, the teasing begins:

Five days to go…

“I hate to think of your helpless body, especially those soft underarms all vulnerable and open… your arms tied above your head, making it impossible for you to defend yourself.”

pexels-photo-1263985.jpeg
Put your arms down! Protect your underarms!

Three days to go…

“I can’t wait to see how much you can handle before it starts to get unbearable! Oh dear, do you think that means I’ll stop then? Poor Ruby.”

One day to go…

“I don’t intend to stop until I have to: until you’re absolutely exhausted and flustered and barely able to squirm. I don’t intend for you to be able to have a coherent thought at all.”

I’m wincing just typing that out, and my arms are clamped down by my side in order to protect my poor underarms!

The day arrives…

The adrenaline begins pumping the moment my eyes open, knowing what is to come later. I shower, shave and moisturise, giving my body lots of love and kindness before it’s big ordeal. Occasionally stopping and recalling the taunts, a shiver runs through me.

Arriving at the venue, it’s time to change. Stockings and a skimpy negligee which is almost see through but not quite. I can tease too.

I find him and want to be held. He obliges, until I’m ready.

I’m led up the stairs and I stand waiting to be tied, the first sensations of submission washing over me and my world grows small. I’m no longer aware of the onlookers. The chat, the spanks and gasps fade into a background blur.

The tying begins. It’s hypnotic. He’s so careful. Before I realize it, I am completely immobilised. I can’t escape. I can’t protect myself. My breathing changes, short and shallow, and now the adrenaline surges forth and I realise my predicament.

He is cruel. And he’s relentless. And he only pauses to taunt me about what’s coming next, or to lull me into thinking I’m getting a break. It’s so unfair it makes me want to fight. I can’t speak. I can’t even think. And I want more.

It’s so perfect. It touches something so deep down: something wordless and immensely powerful.

I could almost cum from the exquisite relief of it. The unstoppable laughter, the squirming and wiggling that I simply can’t control. And the power of it all being witnessed. I have no choice but to be seen in this state: this mess… so authentic because pretending is impossible.

img_20170213_2328561
My tickling bruises…

When it’s finally over, I’m led to a quiet space and held and stroked for as long as I need: until I return to a place of words and others.

For days afterwards, my sore bruised sides remind me that it wasn’t a dream. It really happened. My fantasy really happened.

Ruby x

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

kinky sprinkles

Polyamory, Sex Education, BDSM and a Sprinkle of Fun

Rubber Bands and Chewing Gum

holding it together as I journey through therapy - a personal account of what it's like to be in long-term psychotherapy navigating the healing of C-PTSD, childhood trauma and neglect, an eating disorder, self-harming behaviours, as well as giving grief and cancer an occasional nod.

Coffee & Kink

Sex. Porn. Kink. Occasional feminism.

Sensing Submission

Lifestyle blog of someone known as Arienh

The Smutlancer

Writing about sex and getting paid to do it

Accidental Masturbator

Not just another sex blog

irevuo

art. popular since 10,000 BC

Mocha Cravings

Sultry Poems and Stories of Black Love, Lust, and Longing

Miss Scarlet Writes

Thoughts on Life, Lust and Longings

submissy

Married submissive: The love, the kink and the connection.

Karen Lowry

Work with ease, find the flow.

Vandee Lovelace

The life and times of a math geek turned phone sex operator

Kilted Wookie - The Zen Nudist

Just a man, contemplating the meaning of life, the universe and everything – frequently in the nude.

The Art of Blogging

For bloggers who aspire to inspire

collaredmichaelwordpresscom

This site is about my journey into male chastity. I hope to be brutally honest and perhaps helpful to others wanting to try the same thing.

Sex Matters ~ by May More

Don't Lose it or Confuse it

exposing40

Friends. Photography. Adventure.

Thrill of the Chaste

Personal experiences in the world of Male Chastity

Kat Kinx Blog

Where the world of erotica, fantasy and real life collide...

FlossDoesLife

Blogging & Podcasting about Kink, Fetish & BDSM

Femdom Ramblings from a submissive male

18+ NSFW. A place for Femdom ideas, D/s theory, and random thoughts

sacred light yoga & wellness

nothing in your way

lifecanbebeautiful

Sharing self help tips/advice/blogs on how to make your life beautifully positive!

Sexual (Mis)adventures of a Single Mum

A journey towards self-acceptance and sexual empowerment

Discover

A daily selection of the best content published on WordPress, collected for you by humans who love to read.

The Atavist Magazine

A journey towards self-acceptance and sexual empowerment

The WordPress.com Blog

The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.

%d bloggers like this: