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I've been wanting to write this for quite a while.
We love ticklish 'lees. Like, the more ticklish, the better, right? I don't know for you, but I love the idea of reducing a woman to a complete wreck after minutes of stroking her feet. It's awesome. Especially if she is a rather strong woman, physically or personality-wise, there is something of a power play when exploiting someone's ticklishness that is simply a blast.
However, there's a catch. For a person that ticklish, being tied up and submitted to more than a handful of seconds of tickling is torture. I am not gonna argue that she'd prefer to have her nails pulled or being sawn in half, of course not. But it is still a very intense experience. So, unless she is very masochistic, chances are the experience will be too intense for your very ticklish 'lee.
Case in point: my wife. She's very ticklish, insanely so. And she's ticklish everywhere: her neck, her sides, her underarms, the back of her knees... Hell, I can even tickle her by stroking her forearms; I'm not kidding. Her feet alone probably have ten weak spots, including between her toes. You should hear her giggle when she gets a massage or a pedicure, it's adorable
She likes being tickled too. And we're doing that practically daily, whether it is a quick morning tickle fight after the alarm rang, a poke to the side before going to work to remind the other to pick up the keys, or more elaborate, erotic tickling while we make love. It's part of our life, neither the focus of it, nor a marginal part, somewhere in the middle. Neither of us could imagine our life without it.
We also do bondage. She loves to be tied up. One day I took it a bit further (with her consent), by restraining her more thoroughly than usual: ankles and knees tied down, lying on her back with her wrists bound overhead. She had a blindfold, a gag, and her toes were bent back. I used a hairbrush on her feet, pulling no punches. She started to wail, as soon as I had started. We had agreed to stop at one minute, to ask her how she was doing. But clearly by the sounds she was making, she wouldn't be able to take it, so I took it upon myself to stop at 30 seconds. I took off the gag, and the first thing she told me was to untie her. She was calm, not freaking out, but she sounded uncomfortable. I removed all the bonds; she was trembling and breathing fast like she was terrified, I had never seen her so afraid. She jumped into my arms, and made me promise not to do that ever again. We cuddled talked about it for a while, and she said that basically she had never felt so helpless in her life.
Distress. It's what I, as a tickler, like inflicting. I enjoyed this session very much, no matter how short it was. And I have been thinking about it ever since: it was the moment I discovered in actual, live conditions, how much tickling can be a form of psychological torture to a ticklish person. My wife says that the moment she understood she could go nowhere, and do nothing to alleviate the sensation that was overwhelming her senses, she felt like an abyss was opening underneath her feet. It must be a very special and frightening sensation. A friend of mine who's into S&M with zero tickling experience told me that it was precisely the point where I should have pushed her harder. Continue for the whole agreed-upon minute, so she could - and I quote - "go beyond her limits". I think it was very poor advice, which may work in the context of BDSM, I dunno, but not in the case I was experiencing.
Beautiful, ticklish women who enjoy being tickled like my wife are rare. We're lucky when we find them. But I wonder what the odds are that such a person would accept to actually be tortured (again, please don't argue with me on the semantics). They must be very low. Everyone has a limit, and I discovered hers that day.
Hence the paradox. We crave for ticklishness. We dream of driving our 'lees out of their minds. Breaking them. Reducing them to a panting, babbling mess, afraid of the slightest touch. I know I do. But in a consensual context, there are limits to what your partner can take. We have to explore them, and then find a balance. It is fun, but it is also a daunting prospect for those of us who are still looking for their perfect partner, in a "be careful what you wish for" kind of way. As far as know, few people enjoy being "tortured". At least I never met any. But on the other hand, I've met tons of girls who would never accept to even be casually tickled, in spite of their bodies harboring treasures of ticklishness. And many more, who are somewhere in between.
How we resolve this paradox is directly correlated to the satisfaction of our so peculiar kink. At least, that's my take on it.
We love ticklish 'lees. Like, the more ticklish, the better, right? I don't know for you, but I love the idea of reducing a woman to a complete wreck after minutes of stroking her feet. It's awesome. Especially if she is a rather strong woman, physically or personality-wise, there is something of a power play when exploiting someone's ticklishness that is simply a blast.
However, there's a catch. For a person that ticklish, being tied up and submitted to more than a handful of seconds of tickling is torture. I am not gonna argue that she'd prefer to have her nails pulled or being sawn in half, of course not. But it is still a very intense experience. So, unless she is very masochistic, chances are the experience will be too intense for your very ticklish 'lee.
Case in point: my wife. She's very ticklish, insanely so. And she's ticklish everywhere: her neck, her sides, her underarms, the back of her knees... Hell, I can even tickle her by stroking her forearms; I'm not kidding. Her feet alone probably have ten weak spots, including between her toes. You should hear her giggle when she gets a massage or a pedicure, it's adorable
She likes being tickled too. And we're doing that practically daily, whether it is a quick morning tickle fight after the alarm rang, a poke to the side before going to work to remind the other to pick up the keys, or more elaborate, erotic tickling while we make love. It's part of our life, neither the focus of it, nor a marginal part, somewhere in the middle. Neither of us could imagine our life without it.
We also do bondage. She loves to be tied up. One day I took it a bit further (with her consent), by restraining her more thoroughly than usual: ankles and knees tied down, lying on her back with her wrists bound overhead. She had a blindfold, a gag, and her toes were bent back. I used a hairbrush on her feet, pulling no punches. She started to wail, as soon as I had started. We had agreed to stop at one minute, to ask her how she was doing. But clearly by the sounds she was making, she wouldn't be able to take it, so I took it upon myself to stop at 30 seconds. I took off the gag, and the first thing she told me was to untie her. She was calm, not freaking out, but she sounded uncomfortable. I removed all the bonds; she was trembling and breathing fast like she was terrified, I had never seen her so afraid. She jumped into my arms, and made me promise not to do that ever again. We cuddled talked about it for a while, and she said that basically she had never felt so helpless in her life.
Distress. It's what I, as a tickler, like inflicting. I enjoyed this session very much, no matter how short it was. And I have been thinking about it ever since: it was the moment I discovered in actual, live conditions, how much tickling can be a form of psychological torture to a ticklish person. My wife says that the moment she understood she could go nowhere, and do nothing to alleviate the sensation that was overwhelming her senses, she felt like an abyss was opening underneath her feet. It must be a very special and frightening sensation. A friend of mine who's into S&M with zero tickling experience told me that it was precisely the point where I should have pushed her harder. Continue for the whole agreed-upon minute, so she could - and I quote - "go beyond her limits". I think it was very poor advice, which may work in the context of BDSM, I dunno, but not in the case I was experiencing.
Beautiful, ticklish women who enjoy being tickled like my wife are rare. We're lucky when we find them. But I wonder what the odds are that such a person would accept to actually be tortured (again, please don't argue with me on the semantics). They must be very low. Everyone has a limit, and I discovered hers that day.
Hence the paradox. We crave for ticklishness. We dream of driving our 'lees out of their minds. Breaking them. Reducing them to a panting, babbling mess, afraid of the slightest touch. I know I do. But in a consensual context, there are limits to what your partner can take. We have to explore them, and then find a balance. It is fun, but it is also a daunting prospect for those of us who are still looking for their perfect partner, in a "be careful what you wish for" kind of way. As far as know, few people enjoy being "tortured". At least I never met any. But on the other hand, I've met tons of girls who would never accept to even be casually tickled, in spite of their bodies harboring treasures of ticklishness. And many more, who are somewhere in between.
How we resolve this paradox is directly correlated to the satisfaction of our so peculiar kink. At least, that's my take on it.