Describe a favorite fantasy

[catmac]

My Fantasy......

I think my fantasy would be to tickle a secretary. Think about it.....late in the office and you and your secretary are there. It's the end of the day and you two are just hanging out talking. She's an outgoing attractive blonde wearing a sexy pin-stripe suit. She has her shoes off and is sitting with her feet on another chair next to her. You walk by and lightly tickle one foot and find out she is ticklish. But, she doesnt pull away and gives you a sexy look. So you tickle her some. From then on you just tickle her and have fun with it.
That sounds like a GREAT time to me.

 

[piercearrow33]

One of the female members has scheduled a significant event in her life (job interview, presentation, etc) and she is so nervous, she asks if I could tickle her just to loosen her up.

 

[Hungarian21]

I become a hero, no villain can defeat me, ladies love me, and will lay on a bed to get tickled by just one of my word....am I still a kid? 😛 OH, yeah, and become rich. XD

 

[CellarDweller]

Going with my guy to a private beach at sunset, and then burying him in the sand, and spend my time alternating between kissing his face, and tickling his feet.

 

[oceanhead]

my fantasy involves making a relationship actually work.

 

[MistressValerie1]

and when I first saw the old Wonder Woman series(must've been re-runs, since it was in the 80s and I was a kid then lol) I wanted Linda Carter as Wonder Woman to tie me up with that lasso and tickle me. Hmm, in fact, I still do. lol 😀

I have a very nice pic of her that you might like 😉

 

[Solesbrusher]

The shy girl's initiation

A larger woman, not especially nice looking, who's shy, introverted, inhibited, has many complexes and has never been tickled nor even touched by a man or a woman. She seems to do her best to wear the more neutral clothes she can, always wearing pullovers, jeans and tennis shoes. None of his/her friends ever saw her naked or even slightly dressed. A kind of (temporarily) frozen intellectual never preoccupying with her body's comfort, with sex and tenderness.
She never shows her feet, which are big but beautiful, well-curved, high-arched, with nice toes. Her body is very sensitive, her senses just need to be awakened, she's insanely ticklish but she doesn't know yet.
She's going to be given a chance to discover and explore how ticklish her whole body really is (and, in the same time, how good sex can be).
The revelation will come from a sensual and beautiful female friend of hers, who has a tickle fetish.
One evening, the sexy beauty comes to her house, feeling depressed. They have a talk, sharing secrets about feelings, about men, about sex. The shy girl, feeling good and confident, eventually invites the beauty to stay with her for the night and share her bed. The beauty undresses, only keeping her pants on, the shy girl puts pyjamas on and keeps her socks on. Then they go to bed.
- Why are you sleeping with socks on? asks the beauty.
The other girl blushes and explanes how uncomfortable she feels about nudity.
- Don' be silly! Let me take good care of your body.
The shy girl, felling better and better, doesn't protest. So the beauty slowly takes her socks off and begins to massage her feet.
- Waoh! You have beautiful feet, gorgeous. Why should you hide them? says the beauty while briefly raking the soles of her friend with her long nails. The shy girl immediately giggles.
- Hoo! Are you ticklish? That's so cute!
- Well... I don't know... No one ever tickled me before... Hee... Stop it, please.
- No, no, no, no, no. I decided that it's time for you to discover all the sensations you deserve to, from the most torturous ones to the sweetest, honey.

The shy girl's excitment is at its highest. Anything she has dreamed of for years is suddenly happening: someone cares with her body. She feels she's going to accept anything and let her friend tickle her skin all the night, though she obviously can't stand it. The beauty 's soon kneeling on her ankles, slowly tickling her soles. She doesn't know if she's in hell and or in heaven but can't help wanting it to last.
- Oh my god, you're laughing so loud! You're so sensitive. Who could have imagine such a thing?
- Please, don't tease me this way. This is excruciating.
- Coochie coochie coo. Here you are, back to childhood, you ticklish little babe. Cry, baby, cry.
- Stoop! Please, stoop!
- You're giggling too much. I'm going to be forced to tie you up. Where are your scarves?
And the shy girl obeys, submits, giving her torturer what she needs to tie her up and then blindfold her. She's now lying undressed, spread-eagled on the couch, exposed to her sadistic friend's fingers. The tickling session comes from sensual to torturous, then back to sensual, as the beauty explores each potential ticklish spot of her ticklee, from ears to toes, from the back of her knees to her pits, taking some time to slightly touch her bellybutton and her tits. The ticklee cries and laughs in the same time, giggling like a worm, begging like a baby. That's so hard... and that's so good.
- Hmm! Oh my god! You're wet, aren't you? Let me have a look at this sweet little pussy!
- Noo! Not that! Please! I'm dying... I'm... What are you doing?
Suddenly, the blonde naked tickler began to slowly massage her victim's clit, provoking incredible reactions.
- Hey! You like it, don't you? I want you to come, honey, cos you deserve to come like anyone else. You paid me so much attention tonight! And you have so many secret beauties and weaknesses! Nothing will ever be the same after that night. Relax, baby, relax.
Tears of joy were falling on the ticklee's cheeks, as her torturer massaged her clit with one finger while tickling her belly, her hips, her thighs with the five long nails of the other hand.
- No, please! Not the tongue. That's too intense. I'm dying!
The blondie was now licking her friend's sex with delight, giving her all the pleasure her bastard ex-boyfriend wouldn't deserve anymore. She was now masturbating with one hand while moving her clever tongue up and down her ticklee's pussy. And then they came, howling with laughter and pleasure.
- Untie me, now, please. I want to pay you back.
- My body is yours, sweetie.

Much more tickling moments were now to come.

 

[socal8309]

my fantasy is simple... just to tie a girl up (hopefully one to my liking) and tickle her all over. this would be a dream come true😉

 

[Solesbrusher]

A larger woman, not especially nice looking, who's shy, introverted, inhibited, has many complexes and has never been tickled nor even touched by a man or a woman. She seems to do her best to wear the more neutral clothes she can, always wearing pullovers, jeans and tennis shoes. None of his/her friends ever saw her naked or even slightly dressed. A kind of (temporarily) frozen intellectual never preoccupying with her body's comfort, with sex and tenderness.
She never shows her feet, which are big but beautiful, well-curved, high-arched, with nice toes. Her body is very sensitive, her senses just need to be awakened, she's insanely ticklish but she doesn't know yet.
She's going to be given a chance to discover and explore how ticklish her whole body really is (and, in the same time, how good sex can be).
(...)
- Untie me, now, please. I want to pay you back.
- My body is yours, sweetie.

Much more tickling moments were now to come.

Writing my fantasy nearly turned it into a story... I really think of writing a story from this simple idea of a frozen woman discovering her senses through tickling (many exciting developments are possible, I think). Well... What do you think of it?

 

[MistressValerie1]

Writing my fantasy nearly turned it into a story... I really think of writing a story from this simple idea of a frozen woman discovering her senses through tickling (many exciting developments are possible, I think). Well... What do you think of it?

I think that would have excellent story possibilities 🙂

 

[Betchass1]

I don't see any quite like mine, so here goes:

female ler drugs female lee, lee wakes with only wrists tied to bedposts. The tickling starts and lasts through completion of the spread-eagle bondage (wrists, ankles, knees). All upper-body; pits, sides, belly, ribs. Rinse and repeat. ler uses her mouth on ticklish spots a lot. Both end up naked, and ler at some point masturbates while tickling. ler is more turned on than amused (something I noticed with TC's Priscilla). Maybe some dialog, maybe not.
Add various details.

 

[Betchass1]

I don't see any quite like mine, so here goes:

female ler drugs female lee, lee wakes with only wrists tied to bedposts. The tickling starts and lasts through completion of the spread-eagle bondage (wrists, ankles, knees). All upper-body; pits, sides, belly, ribs. Rinse and repeat. ler uses her mouth on ticklish spots a lot. Both end up naked, and ler at some point masturbates while tickling. ler is more turned on than amused (something I noticed with TC's Priscilla). Maybe some dialog, maybe not.
Add various details.

Oh, or the other fantasy:
I'm fucking someone.

 

[flightless_me]

I actually carried out a fantasy a few days ago. It was apart of punishing my bf for injuring me...think ill post it..ill post it here after i post it on tickle discussion

 

[morgandee]

my fantasy involves pouring hydrochloric acid all over humanity and laughing at it all, thus tickling myself

 

[Solesbrusher]

I think that would have excellent story possibilities 🙂

Thank you very much for encouraging me. One is better than none, especially when you're the one, Mistress.

 

[Camel26]

Mine involves wrestling with 2 or more ladies...one of whom must be my ler...and they all pin me down and pick a spot...and go to town...not letting me up until they decide...not showing mercy unless they decide...*drools*

That would be amazing...

 

[Relent<]

I have 2 fantasies, one of a ler and one of a lee.
ler- to have a woman tied with her arms over head, legs tied to wrists, with her feet over her head, totally nude. I would have an array of tickling devices and use them on her exposed areas, finishing off by bringing her to orgasm with a feather applied to her taught and exposed crotch.

lee- to be tied spread eagle on a vertical frame b4 3 women, my penis with its own bondage holding it upright (though it could surely stand on its own) and all three women would tickle me at once, going for my 3 worst places: armpits, feet, and genitals, until I exploded all over them. After which I would recieve a 3-way foot job.

*droooolss*

 

[Soulreaper]

Fantasy

Completely naked lying on a bed, my wrists and ankles bound securely with bonds that restrict movement to almost zero but don't cause discomfort. Four beautiful women wearing only the skimpiest of thongs have me completely at their mercy. One girl takes each leg/foot, one straddles me and takes my belly/sides and the other my ribs and armpits.
They mercilessly tickle me until I am begging them for mercy, and they show me none. The more nuts the tickling drives me the more aggressive they become. They swap places every 10 or so minutes. Periodically one will stop tickling (while the other three continue) and will tease me by putting her breasts in my face. As the tickling progresses they make the experience even more intense by very gently stroking my cock (which is just about as erect as it is possible to be) only for a moment or two. Gradually the cock-stroking becomes more frequent until I am pretty close to climax. At this point one will stop tickling and
concentrate solely on my penis.
She will gently stroke and caress it, keeping me just on the verge of climax but not allowing me the orgasm that I am becoming increasingly desperate for. The combination of the merciless tickling and the penile stimulation is both agony and ecstasy at the same time. This continues until the session has lasted at least two hours. Finally they allow me my release. While the other three tickle me as aggressively as humanly possible, the cock-teaser grabs my penis and wanks me off vigorously, which after a short time results in an explosive and indescribeably intense orgasm.

 

[piumapazza1]

My tickling fantasy goes like this:

The woman sitting at the desk was probably in her late thirties or early forties, still very attractive in perhaps a matronly sort of way, and well rounded but certainly not what you would call plump. She was extremely smartly dressed in a matching blue jacket and knee-length skirt and a rather prim high-necked white blouse fastened at the neck with a brooch. Her still shapely legs were shod in black seamed pantyhose and she wore black leather court shoes. Her hair, although long, was tied up into a bun and she gave the impression of an efficient, no-nonsense secretary, which in fact she was. She was working very late and was the only person left in the office of the law firm where she worked. The desk at which she sat had a brass nameplate sitting on it bearing the name Hilary Smith in black letters. Whilst she sat at the desk with the Hilary Smith name plate she was in fact Judith Morgan and was using her colleagues desk that day whilst a new computer was awaiting installation at her own desk on the other side of the building.

The three men who entered the office via a rear window weren’t to know that, of course. They silently walked through the darkened corridors until they reached her room and entered quietly. One of the men had visited the office on a false pretence earlier in the day and had spotted Hilary at work at her desk and had noted her office. Hilary was whom they wanted because she had the combination to the office safe and the incriminating files their boss needed destroyed. “Hello Hilary, working late again?” said one of the men. Judith looked up startled, “who are you?” she yelled. “Just somebody who wants some information”, he said, “All you have to do is open the safe and everyone’s happy”. “But I don’t know the combination” she said. “But we think you do” he said”.

At once, all three men grabbed her and laid her face down on the desk. One produced a large roll of duct tape and started to wrap it around the table and the struggling woman until she was almost totally mummified, except for her calves and feet which protruded over the desk. “But I’m not Hilary” she yelled, “only she knows the combination”. “Of course you aren’t” he said in a sneering tone. Gently, as if to give her one last chance to talk, he slipped off her shoes to expose her stockinged feet. The soles of her feet were very silky with a thin black line running up the sole. “Last chance, Hilary” then he started to tickle the soles of her feet with his fingers.

She squirmed in agony as he continued to torture her, her screams echoing around the deserted office block - nobody would hear her, nobody would come. She thrashed around trying to break the bonds of the tape but it held her fast, all she could do was wriggle her poor tortured feet and scream with uncontrolled laughter. After the first hour they stopped for a while and discussed what they were going to do, it was clear she wasn’t going to give up the information easily. They decided to give it another hour and then decide after that. For the next hour Judith’s feet were tickle-tortured mercilessly with all three taking turns as they got tired. After two hours they stopped and the leader spoke to the others.

“Look, she’s obviously not going to break for ages. Let’s take her back to our basement and carry on there. It’s Friday evening now so we’ve still got until Sunday night to get her to talk”. Judith listened in horror, they were obviously going to tickle her stockinged feet for another two days in order to get information which she didn’t posses. They must have been expecting trouble because when they walked her into the basement she could see a set of old fashioned stocks at the end of a large table. The dropped her ankles into the stocks and locked them shut then secured her body once again with the duct tape. She screamed out once gain as her stockinged feet wriggled to avoid the tickling fingers. By Sunday afternoon her captor’s were beginning to admire her resistance – a day and half of continuous foot tickling and still no information. A cell phone rang and one of them picked it up – a few brief words and he snapped it shut. “That was the boss, no hurry lads, the trial date has been changed, he says we’ve got until next Friday to get the combination” They all grinned and looked back towards Judith’s twitching, nylon covered feet…

the below is one of the most beautyfull fantasies I have ever read.

I imagine the same secretary,dressed in the same way,she is the secretary of a mafia boss.
The three men this time are policemen entering the office late in the evening when she is alone.
There are important documents in the safe proving that hes boss is guilty of various crimes.
She is forcely taken to police station in a interrogation room where the three policemen will enjoy to torture the information out of her tickling her beutyfull seamed stockinged feet.
They have tied her on a chair whit hand tied behind and feet tied to the legs of the chair offering her feet to the torturers.
They slip her shoes off and interrogation start with two policemen tickling the soles gently with their fingers.
She is getting mad ,but no answers.
The third policemen is standing in front of her .the view of her open legs covered with sheer nylon exciting him and he decided to find another tickling spot.
He saw her under the fabric of her blouse growing enormously and after opening her blouse and removing her bra he started to tickle her nipples with a paintbrush,flicking them up and down while the other hand is spider tickling on the open inner thighs ,until she is crying for laugher
After two hour of torture interrogation on feet and nipples ,her pantyhose have runs on the soles and open toes,her nipples are red and swollen for the mercyless tickling and finally she release the safe combination.

"hey guys ,we have done a good job.we have all infos we wanted and no marks on the body.we have found a great way to extract information from ladies.
now,milady, get out of this station!".

After she is untied ,she put her shoes and bra on, close her blouse,adjusting the seam line of her pantyhose and she will go home like any other working day.

Is anybody there wishing to representing this tickling interrogation scenario witha pair of drawings?
please let me know.I will be very happy.

 

[RaeRae24]

I have quite a few fantasies.... 😉

 

[RaeRae24]

Okay, here's one of my fantasies.

In a true/dare game, I have just been dared and per the rules of the game, I have to accept. What is this dare? My two friends (males) say:
"Let us tickle you wherever we want, for 2 minutes. During this time, you are not allowed to squirm away from us, kick, hit, or otherwise try to protect yourself. If at any time during those 2 minutes, you move from the position in which we have placed you, you have forfeited all rights, and we will then hold you down and continue to tickle you to the brink of insanity."

Tough rules, but I have no choice. Summoning every bit of willpower, I obey their instructions and lay on my tummy, arms above my head. I am wearing a thin white shirt, a short black skirt, sheer hose and heels, which they remove in preparing for the tickling.

"Are you ready?" they ask.

I grimace and do not answer.

With lightning speed, I feel fingers attacking my sides and underarms. Almost instantly, all self-control gone, I yank my arms down to protect myself.

"Uh-oh, sweetie. You just lost the dare," they say. Before I can think to run, I feel my arms being pulled back up, and this time they are being held there by Dan.

Josh straddles my waist, and once again digs his fingers in, running them all up and down my sides and underarms. I scream with laughter and pleas, but the tickling has just begun.

He moves down to my nylon-clad feet, and begins slowly stroking the right arch, and then speeds up and scrabbles his fingers all over the foot. Finishing his work there, Josh decides to give my feet a break, and starts moving back up my body, starting with the knees, and on up the thighs, finding a particularly sensitive spot right below my skirt hem. Struggling with no success, I beg for mercy, but none is given.

Josh continues working back up until he has reached my waist again. Flipping me over to my back, my eyes widen, knowing that my most vulnerable place has been exposed. He straddles me again, looking at me gleefully. "Are you ready for this, sweetheart?" I wildly shake my head, and try to convince him that I am not ticklish there, but he knows better, and lowers his fingers for the attack on my tummy. I buck and yell with laughter and pleas for mercy, which only encourages him to continue. The underarms and sides are next, then spider tickling on the ribs. I am weakening in my protests, but still trying to squirm away. Josh tells me that I need to calm down, he will give me a rest soon, but first he has one more place to tickle. His hands slide down to my lower tummy and hips. My eyes widen once again, and my head rolls back and forth in silent laughter as he ruthlessly attacks.

To be continued....maybe. The end for now. I'm not very good at writing out what's in my head, but this is it for now. 🙂

 

[girlboundforfun]

Non consentual on my part. Bound with my arms way up and unable to move. Being tickled everywhere from my hips to my underarms. Most especially my underarms. Non-stop. No mercy. Good enough?

 

[phtm2221]

Short skirts and pantyhose!

My ultimate tickling fantasies involve merciless tickle torture of a hot sexy woman wearing a short skirt and dark tan or off black sheer toe pantyhose.