MindOverWhatMatters
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It’s been a while since my last session. Not for lack of wanting or for lack of partnership, but more so due to the unavailability of free time. As someone that has carried a fetish throughout their life, I am well aware of the need for tactile sensation, and given the daily and sometimes overwhelming amount of responsibilities that my wife and I share, it can be difficult to fully devote the appropriate amount of time to a proper session.
That’s not to say that we don’t interact in other ways. We have sex, and even after the amount of time we’ve been together, it’s always thrilling, always loving, and it always somehow feels fleeting, as though we can’t possibly have too much of a wonderful thing. We are also intimate in other ways. We spend every night in each other‘s company, we hold hands, we hug each other closely, and we talk to each other endlessly. We also employ tickles into our everyday life. Whether through foreplay, a quick finger wiggle against her sides, a scratch of her foot. Still, these micro moments are nowhere sufficient to satiate a tickle fetish.
Perhaps more frequently, I get to tickle her. I’ll strap her down and run feathers over her torso, legs, arms, and feet. I’ll use vibrating tickle tools to stimulate the nerves on her sensitive tickle spots. She giggles and squirms, but I’m careful not to push the boundaries into a full and proper tickle session. The restraints are somewhat loose and I tend not to linger on any particular body part. She shares my love, but not my fetish, so I’ve felt for some time that tickling her too intensely, though a thrill for me, and not necessarily a line crossed, is also somewhat disengaging because I know it doesn’t feel good for her in the same way that it does for me. Lastly, she’s always keen to give me light tickles throughout sex, but this still doesn’t fall within the confines of a tickle session.
All this to say that I’ve come to realize that sex and tickle sessions are two different needs for me. I need them both implicitly, but still separately.
A tickle session is just so different. I fully and thoroughly enjoy sex, so I won’t dissect those feelings, as I feel full enjoyment throughout. Tickle sessions have been much harder for me to fully understand. I’ve found my love of being submissive through these sessions, my love of being bound and fully vulnerable to tactile stimulation, and I’ve been trying harder than ever to fully allow myself to embrace my fetish in these sessions and not feel the sense of shame or embarrassment in thinking my fetish is anything less than normal. It’s mine, I love it dearly, and I’m happy to feel it in any way I can.
To start the session, I was blindfolded and tied spread eagle on the bed. I’m not sure if it’s of any particular note, but the bondage restraints used were not as taut as I would like. I’m strong, so I like the feeling of complete surrender and not being able to pull too much. These specific straps were still good, but they allowed some give so that I still had movement of my limbs within the restraints.
Michelle started by gently running large plumes of feathers across my tummy. Up to my arms, and then down my legs. This only lasted a few moments to spark the nerve endings and set the mood. She then moved down to my feet and used her nails, gently, and slowly, to caress from top to bottom and then back again. This type of tickling has a different sensation for me depending on the day. It doesn’t tickle in the way that I would laugh or need to stop, but I enjoy having my body touched in this way, so I mentally link it sexually to the fact that someone is taking their time to entertain my desires and wants. Sometimes, even fingernails can feel a bit too rough on my feet. For this session, I would say that I was aroused, but things didn’t feel particularly ticklish. They felt good, just not super ticklish, so I was wary that perhaps I had reverted to my genuine feeling that tickling didn’t work on me.
Michelle then traced a vibrating feather across my belly and up to my chest. This felt the same as before. Enjoyable surely, but not super ticklish. I lay there and felt relaxed as the sensations lapped against my skin.
Then she transitioned to a vibrating head scratcher. I’ve used this tool on her before to a very nice effect. It’s best for very gentle touches around the tummy and chest, and wonderfully keen when used on a bent kneecap. She gently touched it against the skin of my tummy, up and down, over and over. Then she mixed in the vibrating feather against my penis.
Of course, I find tickling to be extremely sexual when I’m with my partner, so I’m always aroused during a session. Once I felt the vibrations on both my stomach and penis, the sensations began to elevate into something different. More than sexual, but more than relaxing. That’s not to say I wasn’t relaxed. I was fully comfortable within the session, but it’s usually at this point that I begin to notice a foot twitch, or a spasm within my abs, or a crank of my neck as a new spot is touched.
Now we move from gentle tickles to proper tickle session. Michelle put lotion on my penis and started to rub. With her other hand, she began to drag the vibrating feather across my chest and down farther to my belly. I found myself saying aloud “this is a different level”. I don’t know that I intended to say it, but that’s what I felt. The lotion made everything rise from a 5 to 10. The tickles seemed instantaneously, more sensual, broader, and deeper within my body.
Michelle continued to rub her hand on my penis as she placed the vibrating head scratcher on my knee, moving it in slow circles. I’m not sure why, but tickles around my knee send shockwaves to my groin in the best way. Having these two motions combined made me start to wiggle, and I noticed that my legs would shift apart quickly, and then move to smack back together. They would have if the bondage wasn’t keeping them apart.
As Michelle was rubbing and tickling, I started to think about my previous writing: was I ticklish? I was conscious of my knees moving, but I couldn’t control them. She was controlling them. She even mentioned “ I can just keep this (the vibrating head scratcher) here and I don’t really even have to move anything”. This made my thoughts jump to one of the aspects of tickling that I truly enjoy. The fact that sometimes, tickling someone can take such a minimal amount of effort.
Just as I started racing through these thoughts, and processing my potential ticklishness in real time, everything stopped. Both hands stopped entirely.
Then I felt the cold dripping sensation on my tummy. We’ve used baby oil in our sessions, only once or twice, and not for some time, so it’s still an unfamiliar element to our play, but I had put a bottle next to the bed in the hopes that it would be implemented in.
The baby oil started to feel so warm against my skin. Michelle rubbed it across my lower belly, around my belly button, over my sides, up to my chest, and across my nipples. The warmth felt comfortable, sensual, and exciting. As I was reveling in the slippery viscosity against my bare tummy, I felt her hand go back to my penis. Level 11.
One hand gently moving up and down the shaft of my penis, and the other grazing over my oily chest. She used her nails to lightly scratch through the oil, and asked “ does this feel like a different tickle?”. I admitted that nails against your bare skin and nails against oiled skin indeed felt different.
The next sensation is difficult to describe. I wished I had recorded the session so I could see exactly what her hands were doing. As I was blindfolded, I couldn’t be sure, but it felt like her hand began to provide little squeezes against my skin. Not digging in, and not deep. These were gentle, tight, squeezes of her fingertips all around my belly. Against my ribs, down by my belly button, up to the center of my tummy below the nipples, back down to my lower sides. Over and over, all around, so quickly against the oil that I couldn’t even figure out the pattern. All while rubbing up and down my penis.
I tried my best to take stock of what my body was doing. I was wiggling and writhing incessantly. My legs were pulling against the restraints, and then shooting back down towards the bottom of the bed. My arms felt tightened, pulling against the straps, but I didn’t even know why. Then I noticed my whole torso moving. When she hit on certain spots, I would turn my whole body away from her, as much as the straps would allow. This meant that she would tickle my exposed side until I moved back to the middle, inevitably turning away again as her fingers danced through the oil around my belly.
Throughout this part of the session, it felt as though she was enjoying what she was seeing. I kept hearing her say “ you’re smiling so much” and “awe”, like she thought tickling me was cute. This registered with me, and I found that it made the session even that much more enjoyable.
I tried to picture things from above my body. I often describe myself as “ not ticklish”, but this wonderful woman, being half my size, was making my whole body wiggle and thrash in the restraints with a few well-placed fingers kneading my belly.
I enjoyed every minute of it. If this means I’m ticklish, then at the very least, I enjoy the hell out of being properly tickled. I even recall a moment during the height of the session, telling her “ that almost made me laugh”, to which she responded, “ you laughed a couple of times”.
In the days after the session, I found myself wishing that I could feel those gentle squeezes around my tummy again, for as long as possible. Eventually, I came hard, and the session ended, as I knew it would.
I think I’m starting to realize that I’m not sure what it means to be ticklish. I don’t think I would laugh if just anyone tried to tickle me, but add in the elements of sexual stimulation and baby oil, and I don’t think I could stop from wiggling, turning onto my side, smiling, and enjoying every minute of the ride. I’ve also discovered that my tummy is perhaps the greatest toy I own, if one knows how to operate it.
I would love to know anyone’s thoughts about this session. Feel free to DM.
That’s not to say that we don’t interact in other ways. We have sex, and even after the amount of time we’ve been together, it’s always thrilling, always loving, and it always somehow feels fleeting, as though we can’t possibly have too much of a wonderful thing. We are also intimate in other ways. We spend every night in each other‘s company, we hold hands, we hug each other closely, and we talk to each other endlessly. We also employ tickles into our everyday life. Whether through foreplay, a quick finger wiggle against her sides, a scratch of her foot. Still, these micro moments are nowhere sufficient to satiate a tickle fetish.
Perhaps more frequently, I get to tickle her. I’ll strap her down and run feathers over her torso, legs, arms, and feet. I’ll use vibrating tickle tools to stimulate the nerves on her sensitive tickle spots. She giggles and squirms, but I’m careful not to push the boundaries into a full and proper tickle session. The restraints are somewhat loose and I tend not to linger on any particular body part. She shares my love, but not my fetish, so I’ve felt for some time that tickling her too intensely, though a thrill for me, and not necessarily a line crossed, is also somewhat disengaging because I know it doesn’t feel good for her in the same way that it does for me. Lastly, she’s always keen to give me light tickles throughout sex, but this still doesn’t fall within the confines of a tickle session.
All this to say that I’ve come to realize that sex and tickle sessions are two different needs for me. I need them both implicitly, but still separately.
A tickle session is just so different. I fully and thoroughly enjoy sex, so I won’t dissect those feelings, as I feel full enjoyment throughout. Tickle sessions have been much harder for me to fully understand. I’ve found my love of being submissive through these sessions, my love of being bound and fully vulnerable to tactile stimulation, and I’ve been trying harder than ever to fully allow myself to embrace my fetish in these sessions and not feel the sense of shame or embarrassment in thinking my fetish is anything less than normal. It’s mine, I love it dearly, and I’m happy to feel it in any way I can.
To start the session, I was blindfolded and tied spread eagle on the bed. I’m not sure if it’s of any particular note, but the bondage restraints used were not as taut as I would like. I’m strong, so I like the feeling of complete surrender and not being able to pull too much. These specific straps were still good, but they allowed some give so that I still had movement of my limbs within the restraints.
Michelle started by gently running large plumes of feathers across my tummy. Up to my arms, and then down my legs. This only lasted a few moments to spark the nerve endings and set the mood. She then moved down to my feet and used her nails, gently, and slowly, to caress from top to bottom and then back again. This type of tickling has a different sensation for me depending on the day. It doesn’t tickle in the way that I would laugh or need to stop, but I enjoy having my body touched in this way, so I mentally link it sexually to the fact that someone is taking their time to entertain my desires and wants. Sometimes, even fingernails can feel a bit too rough on my feet. For this session, I would say that I was aroused, but things didn’t feel particularly ticklish. They felt good, just not super ticklish, so I was wary that perhaps I had reverted to my genuine feeling that tickling didn’t work on me.
Michelle then traced a vibrating feather across my belly and up to my chest. This felt the same as before. Enjoyable surely, but not super ticklish. I lay there and felt relaxed as the sensations lapped against my skin.
Then she transitioned to a vibrating head scratcher. I’ve used this tool on her before to a very nice effect. It’s best for very gentle touches around the tummy and chest, and wonderfully keen when used on a bent kneecap. She gently touched it against the skin of my tummy, up and down, over and over. Then she mixed in the vibrating feather against my penis.
Of course, I find tickling to be extremely sexual when I’m with my partner, so I’m always aroused during a session. Once I felt the vibrations on both my stomach and penis, the sensations began to elevate into something different. More than sexual, but more than relaxing. That’s not to say I wasn’t relaxed. I was fully comfortable within the session, but it’s usually at this point that I begin to notice a foot twitch, or a spasm within my abs, or a crank of my neck as a new spot is touched.
Now we move from gentle tickles to proper tickle session. Michelle put lotion on my penis and started to rub. With her other hand, she began to drag the vibrating feather across my chest and down farther to my belly. I found myself saying aloud “this is a different level”. I don’t know that I intended to say it, but that’s what I felt. The lotion made everything rise from a 5 to 10. The tickles seemed instantaneously, more sensual, broader, and deeper within my body.
Michelle continued to rub her hand on my penis as she placed the vibrating head scratcher on my knee, moving it in slow circles. I’m not sure why, but tickles around my knee send shockwaves to my groin in the best way. Having these two motions combined made me start to wiggle, and I noticed that my legs would shift apart quickly, and then move to smack back together. They would have if the bondage wasn’t keeping them apart.
As Michelle was rubbing and tickling, I started to think about my previous writing: was I ticklish? I was conscious of my knees moving, but I couldn’t control them. She was controlling them. She even mentioned “ I can just keep this (the vibrating head scratcher) here and I don’t really even have to move anything”. This made my thoughts jump to one of the aspects of tickling that I truly enjoy. The fact that sometimes, tickling someone can take such a minimal amount of effort.
Just as I started racing through these thoughts, and processing my potential ticklishness in real time, everything stopped. Both hands stopped entirely.
Then I felt the cold dripping sensation on my tummy. We’ve used baby oil in our sessions, only once or twice, and not for some time, so it’s still an unfamiliar element to our play, but I had put a bottle next to the bed in the hopes that it would be implemented in.
The baby oil started to feel so warm against my skin. Michelle rubbed it across my lower belly, around my belly button, over my sides, up to my chest, and across my nipples. The warmth felt comfortable, sensual, and exciting. As I was reveling in the slippery viscosity against my bare tummy, I felt her hand go back to my penis. Level 11.
One hand gently moving up and down the shaft of my penis, and the other grazing over my oily chest. She used her nails to lightly scratch through the oil, and asked “ does this feel like a different tickle?”. I admitted that nails against your bare skin and nails against oiled skin indeed felt different.
The next sensation is difficult to describe. I wished I had recorded the session so I could see exactly what her hands were doing. As I was blindfolded, I couldn’t be sure, but it felt like her hand began to provide little squeezes against my skin. Not digging in, and not deep. These were gentle, tight, squeezes of her fingertips all around my belly. Against my ribs, down by my belly button, up to the center of my tummy below the nipples, back down to my lower sides. Over and over, all around, so quickly against the oil that I couldn’t even figure out the pattern. All while rubbing up and down my penis.
I tried my best to take stock of what my body was doing. I was wiggling and writhing incessantly. My legs were pulling against the restraints, and then shooting back down towards the bottom of the bed. My arms felt tightened, pulling against the straps, but I didn’t even know why. Then I noticed my whole torso moving. When she hit on certain spots, I would turn my whole body away from her, as much as the straps would allow. This meant that she would tickle my exposed side until I moved back to the middle, inevitably turning away again as her fingers danced through the oil around my belly.
Throughout this part of the session, it felt as though she was enjoying what she was seeing. I kept hearing her say “ you’re smiling so much” and “awe”, like she thought tickling me was cute. This registered with me, and I found that it made the session even that much more enjoyable.
I tried to picture things from above my body. I often describe myself as “ not ticklish”, but this wonderful woman, being half my size, was making my whole body wiggle and thrash in the restraints with a few well-placed fingers kneading my belly.
I enjoyed every minute of it. If this means I’m ticklish, then at the very least, I enjoy the hell out of being properly tickled. I even recall a moment during the height of the session, telling her “ that almost made me laugh”, to which she responded, “ you laughed a couple of times”.
In the days after the session, I found myself wishing that I could feel those gentle squeezes around my tummy again, for as long as possible. Eventually, I came hard, and the session ended, as I knew it would.
I think I’m starting to realize that I’m not sure what it means to be ticklish. I don’t think I would laugh if just anyone tried to tickle me, but add in the elements of sexual stimulation and baby oil, and I don’t think I could stop from wiggling, turning onto my side, smiling, and enjoying every minute of the ride. I’ve also discovered that my tummy is perhaps the greatest toy I own, if one knows how to operate it.
I would love to know anyone’s thoughts about this session. Feel free to DM.
