Recent content by Switches

“Just relax.” Marcus commanded. “Breath in and out. Just focus on the breath.” I rolled my eyes. “Yes sensei. Whatever you command.” I looked to Zoe with a wink, but she just scowled at me. Marcus seemed similarly displeased, crossing his arms in front of him like a disappointed parent. “It’s...

I basically require some character development for me to get into a story. The relationships between characters is what makes it for me. However, I like them to start with a "hook", just like any non-tickling work of literature. If it starts with "It was a day like any other, me and my...

This happened in my senior year in high school, a few months before I graduated. There was a time were my ex girlfriend (who knew about my tickling and armpit fetishes) used to flirt with me while she was dating someone else. She would raise her arms above her head in a big, exaggerated stretch...

There exists a certain type of man in this world. Ticklish. Submissive. Weak. Maybe they've managed to hide this side of themselves from their girlfriends, wives, bosses and bullies; but they know, deep down, that they aren't real men. All they are, all they ever are, are pathetic little...

Wow, excellent story. The teasing is exceptional.

I agree with this. An ideal scenario would have to be a 21+ Renaissance fair event that was kink-oriented at the outset. That way, no minors and no unwilling participants in your kink display. The thing is, renfaires that deny the "family friendly" element are just going to sell less tickets. If...

I have a recurring fantasy about being tickled by another man in front of my girlfriend and her friends. Making me appear pathetic and weak in front of women that I want to respect me. Maybe tickling me to the point of begging, where I'm willing to lick his feet and armpits just to make it stop...

“Oh my god! Tickle-boy? Is that you?” The words cut through the background chatter of the bar with ease. I looked up from my martini, instinctively trying to identify the source of the intrusive noise. Scanning the room, my eyes settled on someone standing about ten feet from our table...

As the stocks came down on my ankles, I started to regret my decision. The two men on either side of me grabbed my wrists, binding them to place above my head. One was younger, around my age, dressed as some sort of noble lord. The other man was older, in the full motley garb of a court jester...

Haha, I'm batting some ideas around for it. Can't decide if we should see the husband's "training", or if we should jump directly to his torment suffered at the hands of the anonymous client. Happy to receive some input on that front

Always appreciate your support! Glad you enjoyed :)

"Begin the video, please." The chairman commanded. "Yes sir. A written transcript will be provided for those of us joining the meeting digitally." [VIDEO START: 3/13/25] [Video opens on an office space. Cubicles line the frame, each filled with a dutiful worker. Most stop to watch the...

NOTE: This story contains elements of forced foot and armpit worship, non-con, and is generally very dark. If you are not into fairly sadistic stories, do not proceed. HUSBAND IN TICKLE HELL "Is he trained?" The gruff voice asked. "Not entirely." The softer, more feminine voice responded. "I...

I feel the same way! I've been writing a bunch of fm/m stories recently for that very reason, it's become my main fantasy.

I wish that everyone knew, that everyone always knew what a ticklish little bitch I am. That in highschool my bullies used to tickle me mercilessly every day, posting videos to social media so everyone could see me get humiliated. Then when I went to college, I thought I had a blank slate. No...