I tend to get no and please, usually when you are going near a particularly ticklish spot. One of the first sessions I ver did I was worried she was saying it because it would totally overwhelm her as I got close to the underarms and I didn't do it, she afterwards said she was playing and had...
Physically no, mentally definitely, the teasing, taunting and tempaation tactics of the two nurses who tickled me while I attended a weekly physio class when I was younger definitely have influenced my love of trying to play with a lees mind.
I am not the mos brutal tickler you will find, though I dig in from time to time. I can be ruthless on the mental side though, pushing for humilation, embarrasment and psychological and emotional torture.. The mind is as important as the body for me.
Probably no longer than a couple of hours, not great I know. And I have never read the story by Malasfan tickle story 'The Setup' and successfully not broken, two many delicious twists in it.
A physio class I went to when I was a lot younger ended in a game of musical statues, and two nurses leading the class who seemed to rather enjoy resorting to tickling to finish the game, including tickling me.
I consider female laughter one of the most beautiful sounds, but to tease it out of her whether she wants to or not takes it to another level
The adrenaline of the initial touch and exploration of the body, as you never quite know if she will be ticklish or where
The taking of a confident...
I went to a weekly physio class when I was younger. Two of the nurses involved early on managed to work a couple of games that involved tickling, including a game of musical statues that resorted to tickling. They definitely enjoyed tickling. They then teased in later weeks who would do the...
Yes, especially if a skirt is involved in the outfit, or an athletic outfit with the tummy not covered. Not subtle I'll grant you, but it works non the less.
With some lees there is often that moment of surrender, where the head rolls back and you get through any fighting or squealing or fear or whatever, and the lee relaxes into pure laughter, the moment she accepts the inevitable, there is nothing more that can be done to stop the connection...
My main memories were also my introduction to tickling, two nurses at a physio class I used to go to who liked to tickle starting with a game of musical statues that ended one session and then I was the one became their tickle target as the weeks went on.. Did I love it, part of me must of done...