Livingthedream9
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Hey guys! So I recently met up with a guy for a session and something I NEVER expected happened: he got me to safe word--not once, but FOUR times! I could not believe it. I've never once needed to use the safe word and would usually rate myself as a 7-8 on the ticklish scale. Here's how it went down:
Once I was tied, he slowly lifted my tank just a bit to expose the bottom of my belly. I knew this was a sensitive spot, but not super intense. Well. He started tickling me soooo lightly I jumped a mile and burst out laughing, already squirming all over. He looked surprised and said "oooh, that's a good one right off the bat!" He explored around my belly for some time and I lost it the whole time. Then he decided to give my belly a break and moved up to my armpits--my worst spot. I was nervous; if he got me that good on a less sensitive spot, I was screwed here. I felt super light fingers dancing under my arms and immediately burst out laughing--full on laughs. I squirmed but he took one arm and held it high while he tortured me, so gently it was unbearable. I was beside myself. Already I was wondering how much more I could take. Somehow I endured the pits and he took a seat down by my feet. With that super light touch he started tickling my soles and toes as I belly-laughed and squirmed all over. Then came the oil. And the brush. Guys, I BEGGED. I don't beg. Ever. I begged, pleaded, screamed for mercy. It was the most intense and torturous tickle I've ever experienced. Then he came back to the pits and I simply could not take anymore. "OK, OK, RED! RED!" He pumped his fists and declared victory. I was exhausted and feeling amazing.
This happened three more times, the pits doing me in every time. It was the best/worst tickling I've ever had. By the end I was a puddle, laughing at every touch, not even tickles. It was amazing.
Once I was tied, he slowly lifted my tank just a bit to expose the bottom of my belly. I knew this was a sensitive spot, but not super intense. Well. He started tickling me soooo lightly I jumped a mile and burst out laughing, already squirming all over. He looked surprised and said "oooh, that's a good one right off the bat!" He explored around my belly for some time and I lost it the whole time. Then he decided to give my belly a break and moved up to my armpits--my worst spot. I was nervous; if he got me that good on a less sensitive spot, I was screwed here. I felt super light fingers dancing under my arms and immediately burst out laughing--full on laughs. I squirmed but he took one arm and held it high while he tortured me, so gently it was unbearable. I was beside myself. Already I was wondering how much more I could take. Somehow I endured the pits and he took a seat down by my feet. With that super light touch he started tickling my soles and toes as I belly-laughed and squirmed all over. Then came the oil. And the brush. Guys, I BEGGED. I don't beg. Ever. I begged, pleaded, screamed for mercy. It was the most intense and torturous tickle I've ever experienced. Then he came back to the pits and I simply could not take anymore. "OK, OK, RED! RED!" He pumped his fists and declared victory. I was exhausted and feeling amazing.
This happened three more times, the pits doing me in every time. It was the best/worst tickling I've ever had. By the end I was a puddle, laughing at every touch, not even tickles. It was amazing.
