Being undone by tickling (A ramble about some fantasies)

[OffSeasonSwallow]

First (and hopefully not last) time posting here. I just wanted to air out some thoughts I've been having. They are kind of intense and a little nsfw so don't read if you don't want that

So my dream session (never had one yet) is pretty standard. Being tied to a bed with my wrists and ankles, maybe just in my underwear, and teased and tickled, slowly at first but then faster, but never going over the limit. And if it is crossed I safeword out and me and my ler share the rest of the time together, maybe watch a movie while I rest up after I take a shower.
I think this is pretty normal as dreams/fantasies go.

But then there is another vision that can't seem to leave my mind.

One where I'm not just tied to the bedposts, one where the bed has an elaborate bondage strap harness. My wrists, biceps, waist, thighs, ankles, even forehead, all strapped down tight and kept still. I can move barely an inch. And it's not uncomfortable, just... restrictive.

And a blindfold, of course. And a gag. And maybe even earplugs, just to really complete the picture.

Oh, and I'm fully naked.

And in this vision I'm still just me with little experience. I don't know how I ended up here. But I knew what I was signing up for, which is to be totally undone with tickling. And maybe, as the last strap is tightened and my mouth filled by the gag, I start to regret some things... But it's too late now. I'm committed. I agreed that the Ler shouldn't stop no matter what. Oh god, why did I agree...

And in this position I'm subjected to the most exhaustive tickling of my LIFE. Before this the longest I've been tickled was for 2 minutes straight. Here, for hours and hours...

My armpits, my most ticklish spot, stroked with fingers. Sometimes gently, barely grazing them, sometimes digging into the skin where my breast meets my torso. Making me shake with laughter, making me silent laugh at times. My belly, teased up and down before the Ler digs into my hips, and then starts counting my ribs one by one... My feet put into stocks, toes pulled back and spread one by one, soles oiled up and brushed down mercilessly as combs are pulled between my toes mercilessly.

And I laugh, and about 10 minutes in I begin to beg through the gag because it's too much, I need a break. 20 minutes in tears start flowing from underneath the blindfold, because I just cannot handle even a second longer, I shouldn't have agreed to this, I didn't know I was THIS ticklish. But it just keeps going...

Thighs and inner thighs, knees, armpits, neck, ears, nose, belly, sides, hips, ribs, forearms, feet, toes, breasts, nipples, all of it is subjected to tickling one by one. And then at one hour in... Even more Lers join in. They make sure that every part of my body is taken care of at the same time. They restrain my hands, splaying out my fingers to get at the ticklish surface of the palm. They replace my gag with a complicated one that pulls out my tongue, because it turns out that my tongue and roof of my mouth is incredibly ticklish as well. Hell, even my cheeks and forehead are decently ticklish... And no ticklish part of me can be wasted.

I try to break free but I can't. I try to beg but I can't. All I can do is laugh, and scream, and cry, and beg, and try my hardest to get through this even as I feel I'm losing my mind. Every time I think it can't get any worse it somehow does. They give me little breaks sometimes just to prevent me from passing out but that somehow makes it even worse when they start up again.

And so I entertain this vision of mine. I never would want to go through it actually, of course. Of course. But... It's in my head, and it's not leaving. And something about it just draws me in so. To just let go... To experience the most intense experience my body can offer...

How would I be after it? Would I be unraveled? Would I be broken? Would I persevere and get out stronger than before? Would I... once all is said and done... crave even more?

Have you ever had similar fantasies?

 

[Titillating 2.0]

First (and hopefully not last) time posting here. I just wanted to air out some thoughts I've been having. They are kind of intense and a little nsfw so don't read if you don't want that

So my dream session (never had one yet) is pretty standard. Being tied to a bed with my wrists and ankles, maybe just in my underwear, and teased and tickled, slowly at first but then faster, but never going over the limit. And if it is crossed I safeword out and me and my ler share the rest of the time together, maybe watch a movie while I rest up after I take a shower.
I think this is pretty normal as dreams/fantasies go.

But then there is another vision that can't seem to leave my mind.

One where I'm not just tied to the bedposts, one where the bed has an elaborate bondage strap harness. My wrists, biceps, waist, thighs, ankles, even forehead, all strapped down tight and kept still. I can move barely an inch. And it's not uncomfortable, just... restrictive.

And a blindfold, of course. And a gag. And maybe even earplugs, just to really complete the picture.

Oh, and I'm fully naked.

And in this vision I'm still just me with little experience. I don't know how I ended up here. But I knew what I was signing up for, which is to be totally undone with tickling. And maybe, as the last strap is tightened and my mouth filled by the gag, I start to regret some things... But it's too late now. I'm committed. I agreed that the Ler shouldn't stop no matter what. Oh god, why did I agree...

And in this position I'm subjected to the most exhaustive tickling of my LIFE. Before this the longest I've been tickled was for 2 minutes straight. Here, for hours and hours...

My armpits, my most ticklish spot, stroked with fingers. Sometimes gently, barely grazing them, sometimes digging into the skin where my breast meets my torso. Making me shake with laughter, making me silent laugh at times. My belly, teased up and down before the Ler digs into my hips, and then starts counting my ribs one by one... My feet put into stocks, toes pulled back and spread one by one, soles oiled up and brushed down mercilessly as combs are pulled between my toes mercilessly.

And I laugh, and about 10 minutes in I begin to beg through the gag because it's too much, I need a break. 20 minutes in tears start flowing from underneath the blindfold, because I just cannot handle even a second longer, I shouldn't have agreed to this, I didn't know I was THIS ticklish. But it just keeps going...

Thighs and inner thighs, knees, armpits, neck, ears, nose, belly, sides, hips, ribs, forearms, feet, toes, breasts, nipples, all of it is subjected to tickling one by one. And then at one hour in... Even more Lers join in. They make sure that every part of my body is taken care of at the same time. They restrain my hands, splaying out my fingers to get at the ticklish surface of the palm. They replace my gag with a complicated one that pulls out my tongue, because it turns out that my tongue and roof of my mouth is incredibly ticklish as well. Hell, even my cheeks and forehead are decently ticklish... And no ticklish part of me can be wasted.

I try to break free but I can't. I try to beg but I can't. All I can do is laugh, and scream, and cry, and beg, and try my hardest to get through this even as I feel I'm losing my mind. Every time I think it can't get any worse it somehow does. They give me little breaks sometimes just to prevent me from passing out but that somehow makes it even worse when they start up again.

And so I entertain this vision of mine. I never would want to go through it actually, of course. Of course. But... It's in my head, and it's not leaving. And something about it just draws me in so. To just let go... To experience the most intense experience my body can offer...

How would I be after it? Would I be unraveled? Would I be broken? Would I persevere and get out stronger than before? Would I... once all is said and done... crave even more?

Have you ever had similar fantasies?

Sounds like an exciting fantasy, I’ve certainly had some similar ones as both a lee and ler. Thanks for sharing and in such detail too

 

[Miss Ticklish]

First (and hopefully not last) time posting here. I just wanted to air out some thoughts I've been having. They are kind of intense and a little nsfw so don't read if you don't want that

So my dream session (never had one yet) is pretty standard. Being tied to a bed with my wrists and ankles, maybe just in my underwear, and teased and tickled, slowly at first but then faster, but never going over the limit. And if it is crossed I safeword out and me and my ler share the rest of the time together, maybe watch a movie while I rest up after I take a shower.
I think this is pretty normal as dreams/fantasies go.

But then there is another vision that can't seem to leave my mind.

One where I'm not just tied to the bedposts, one where the bed has an elaborate bondage strap harness. My wrists, biceps, waist, thighs, ankles, even forehead, all strapped down tight and kept still. I can move barely an inch. And it's not uncomfortable, just... restrictive.

And a blindfold, of course. And a gag. And maybe even earplugs, just to really complete the picture.

Oh, and I'm fully naked.

And in this vision I'm still just me with little experience. I don't know how I ended up here. But I knew what I was signing up for, which is to be totally undone with tickling. And maybe, as the last strap is tightened and my mouth filled by the gag, I start to regret some things... But it's too late now. I'm committed. I agreed that the Ler shouldn't stop no matter what. Oh god, why did I agree...

And in this position I'm subjected to the most exhaustive tickling of my LIFE. Before this the longest I've been tickled was for 2 minutes straight. Here, for hours and hours...

My armpits, my most ticklish spot, stroked with fingers. Sometimes gently, barely grazing them, sometimes digging into the skin where my breast meets my torso. Making me shake with laughter, making me silent laugh at times. My belly, teased up and down before the Ler digs into my hips, and then starts counting my ribs one by one... My feet put into stocks, toes pulled back and spread one by one, soles oiled up and brushed down mercilessly as combs are pulled between my toes mercilessly.

And I laugh, and about 10 minutes in I begin to beg through the gag because it's too much, I need a break. 20 minutes in tears start flowing from underneath the blindfold, because I just cannot handle even a second longer, I shouldn't have agreed to this, I didn't know I was THIS ticklish. But it just keeps going...

Thighs and inner thighs, knees, armpits, neck, ears, nose, belly, sides, hips, ribs, forearms, feet, toes, breasts, nipples, all of it is subjected to tickling one by one. And then at one hour in... Even more Lers join in. They make sure that every part of my body is taken care of at the same time. They restrain my hands, splaying out my fingers to get at the ticklish surface of the palm. They replace my gag with a complicated one that pulls out my tongue, because it turns out that my tongue and roof of my mouth is incredibly ticklish as well. Hell, even my cheeks and forehead are decently ticklish... And no ticklish part of me can be wasted.

I try to break free but I can't. I try to beg but I can't. All I can do is laugh, and scream, and cry, and beg, and try my hardest to get through this even as I feel I'm losing my mind. Every time I think it can't get any worse it somehow does. They give me little breaks sometimes just to prevent me from passing out but that somehow makes it even worse when they start up again.

And so I entertain this vision of mine. I never would want to go through it actually, of course. Of course. But... It's in my head, and it's not leaving. And something about it just draws me in so. To just let go... To experience the most intense experience my body can offer...

How would I be after it? Would I be unraveled? Would I be broken? Would I persevere and get out stronger than before? Would I... once all is said and done... crave even more?

Have you ever had similar fantasies?

All of my hottest fantasies spin around a total loss of control on my end, so I totally understand why it can't seem to leave your mind 😀 It requires a great deal of trust between the two people involved in such a session, yes, but if you do find your match - what's left to lose? Unless you give it a try, you'll never know for sure whether that was just a fantasy that sounds good as long as it stays in your imagination or it's something you actually find enjoyable and satisfying. The risk-taking aspect is basically unavoidable when it comes to BDSM and BDSM-related practices. In my view, tickling as a fetish or a kink fits in that field perfectly and can be a great component of the d/s dynamic or can be a great tool in and of itself. 😀 This kind of fantasy may stem from curiosity what it's like to give control away to another person or can be more of a psychological matter. People who are dominant, confident, hyper-independent and tough in every other field of life, such as myself, frequently derive masochistic pleasure from losing it all and allowing themselves to be dependent, weak, submissive and vulnerable in the BDSM/kink area. Like, if there has to be balance of nature, you need to allow a weakness when necessary and be adamant the other times. And so, if you can't seem to do that in this regular life, it has to come out somewhere else. Statistics show that the majority of BDSM studio visitors are highly-placed people. I reckon it does mean something. Tickling, if accompanied by bondage and all those other fancy things, is also a power-exchange, so it supports my theory in my opinion. No matter the reason, there's nothing wrong with it! Just go with the flow when the right person comes along. 😀

 

[milagros317]

That is a wonderful fantasy.

 

[Sunriseticklee]

I've fantasized about being hopelessly, torturously, profoundly tickled almost every night before going to sleep for as long as I can remember (definitely more than 4 decades). Sometimes, I fantasize about a particular tickler (tormentor). Most times he is faceless and nameless, but he is always relentless.

I can honestly say that only about 4 lers in my entire lifetime have gotten me close to this space (my dark fantasyland). And I can say that I spent years and years and years chasing that feeling.
Not anymore.

(The perfect ler is a rare find. 🙂 lol.)

 

[Solleticatela]

A very exciting fantasy (that I also have, though much more as a Ler than as a Lee). Thanks for sharing it so precisely, and welcome on board !

 

[Jola]

You described it very well. I have similar fantasies in which I imagine being pushed to my limits and beyond. Only in reality, I'd rather not find out where those limits are.

 

[tickle_prince]

very in-depth and intense, thanks for taking the time to share that with us all, its nice to see a person insight in what they would love to be able to try and experiment with when it comes to tickling. I often find when I am writing weather its for fun or in rp I like to allow myself to embrace my more intense ways of how I would like to tickle a person whether that me or one of my own characters, and of course if the person is fine with that, I would never do anything that would push past a person limit if they didn't want that. But that why I enjoy writing and when I read other people righting to you get a brief glimpse into that persons thoughts and desires, its very interesting so thanks once more for sharing that