I have had a ticklee fantasy for years, (Or thought so, anyway) and have poked around this site, and went to NEST three times, and the last time I was finally restrained and tickled by a couple other girls, and it was...disappointing. (Not the girls, just the expectation) So I stopped going to NEST, and cut way back on my visits to the TMF, and the fantasy is still there, but I have declined several opportunities to do something about it.
But I thinking recently that it may not be a tickling fantasy at all, but a restraint fantasy. Some of the drawings in 3-D ticklers archives are wonderful, because the subject is completely helpless. In my tickling episode at NEST I wasn't seriously restrained, and I could have stopped it any anytime because the people there are responsible.
On my last day in college, years ago, I was about to move out of state for the last time, so I snuck out of my apartment at 2 AM, buck naked except for sneakers, and went six or eight blocks away from my apartment. I didn't carry a pair of running shorts in my hand, just in case; I didn't have a friends house close by. Granted, it was 2 AM, but I was in fact completely out of my safety zone if the police had seen me. Stories and photos of people tied up are okay, but stories or photos of people completely helpless, and dependent on the goodwill of their captor, are much, much better. So perhaps tickling, which I have thought was a fantasy but never act upon, wasn't the fantasy at all. I may have a getting caught naked in public fantasy, or a tied up by a wicked sorority fantasy, and the tickling is just a conduit to the actual desire. Just a thought.
But I thinking recently that it may not be a tickling fantasy at all, but a restraint fantasy. Some of the drawings in 3-D ticklers archives are wonderful, because the subject is completely helpless. In my tickling episode at NEST I wasn't seriously restrained, and I could have stopped it any anytime because the people there are responsible.
On my last day in college, years ago, I was about to move out of state for the last time, so I snuck out of my apartment at 2 AM, buck naked except for sneakers, and went six or eight blocks away from my apartment. I didn't carry a pair of running shorts in my hand, just in case; I didn't have a friends house close by. Granted, it was 2 AM, but I was in fact completely out of my safety zone if the police had seen me. Stories and photos of people tied up are okay, but stories or photos of people completely helpless, and dependent on the goodwill of their captor, are much, much better. So perhaps tickling, which I have thought was a fantasy but never act upon, wasn't the fantasy at all. I may have a getting caught naked in public fantasy, or a tied up by a wicked sorority fantasy, and the tickling is just a conduit to the actual desire. Just a thought.
maybe you just need to find what works for you?
