Have you ever?

[Jsenteris]

Has any body here ever been tickled way past their breaking point? And, has any body here ever really been tickled to the point of passing out? Please tell the story.

 

[Dule]

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This is a good question. I can't wait to read some responces. My wife once tickled me to that near breaking point but stopped short because she is not into tickling like me. She only tickles me cause she see's how much i like it and now she likes how i act when im tickled.

 

[Tkpro]

When I was a kid I was taken to ridiculous extremes. My older sister would completely anhilate me. She was 16 and I was 8. My legs and feet are beyond hyperticklish and she would sit on my butt and tickle my bare legs and bare feet for unbelieveably lengthy amounts of time whenever my parents went out and she waswatching me. The more insanely i thrashed and punched the bed or the floor, the more she would tickle me. I can't imagine passing out. I was taken many times to the point that I would go from insane laughter to literally crying out loud before she would stop. I'm pretty sure that was abuse on some level. Anyway, It made me who I am today!

 

[vampyr]

Has any body here ever been tickled way past their breaking point? And, has any body here ever really been tickled to the point of passing out? Please tell the story.

Well I WAS going to give this a thread of its own but since you asked:

This past Saturday I spent the day with my old school pal Lucy. In the old days she was known as "Shy Lucy" because she never looked directly at you, always down at the floor when she talked to you . . .if she talked at all which was rare. Anyway, we discovered almost by accident that we both had a thing for tickling and that led to some interesting sessions together. We lost track of each other after college but recently thanks to classmates.com we found each other again.
Okay, to make a long story slightly shorter I went to Lucy's place this Saturday for some reminiscing and "whatever". After some small talk about "whatever happened to so and so" and "remember when so and so did
(fill in the blank)" and a few drinks we got into why we were REALLY there.
Lucy got me to lie on the couch and started giving me a backrub, which she was very good at. Just as I was getting relaxed she dug her fingers into my ribs and started tickling me. I knew that was going to happen sooner or later but I was still caught of guard because she had me feeling so relaxed and comfortable.
She tickled under my arms and on my ribs and had me squirming around on the couch but she was sitting on me and had me pinned down.
This just went on and on and on but finally I got leverage on my side and was able to throw her. I rolled to the floor my my escape was only temporary. Now I was on my back and Lucy pounced on me again and renewed her attack on my upper body. She grabbed my right wrist with one hand and tickled under my arm with the other. Both of us were sweating like crazy by now, my vision was blurred because of the sweat in my eyes and I continued to fight but by now I was so weak I could barely move. I was nearly out of breath and I know Lucy knew this because she stopped tickling very suddenly and let me catch my breath.
She sat back as I wiped my eyes and regulated my breathing. Then she spun around, still pinning my legs to the floor. I tried to sit up and saw her reach under the couch cushions . . .for what I did not wonder; I was in no shape to be curious.
"Okay Lucy. You're gonna let me up now, right?" I asked.
"Not yet." she said.
Then I felt something light and soft on the bottoms of my bare feet. It wasn't Lucy's fingers but the touch sent a wave like a cold wave through my body. I knew then that Lucy was using the most horrible torture device ever created. . .a FEATHER . . .on my soft, tender soles.
I remember screaming "No Lucy, not that!" and she replied "Oh yes, that! and began her serious torture. She remembered that feathers are my weakness and battered my vulnerable soles with that hideous thing until I was screaming with laughter. Up and down my soles it went, around my ankles and under my toes until I was crying and pounding my fists on the carpeted floor. Then she bent back the toes of my left foot and raked the hard stem up and down my stretched instep. This was more than mere flesh could bear! My limit? THAT had been passed long ago. Endurance? Gone! After teasing and tickling my poor little feet until I was in totally agony and reducing me to jello Lucy finally stopped and stood up. I remember her looking down at me with a self satisfied smirk on her face.
"That was for the time in the library when you tickled me and made me cry."
she said.
My gosh, THAT happened in our freshman year! She remembered that?

So did I get her back? Oh yes, after all we had the whole day and it was still early. You see, I remembered HER weakness too.

Should I tell you about it? Well . . .maybe you would not be interested.

would you . . .?

 

[Camel26]

TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! That sounded like it was so much fun...I am DYING to know what you did to get her back...the suspense is almost too much....

 

[Iluv2Btickled]

I second that..............

 

[bigred651]

more...tickling...story..more! please..almost cruel to stop at that point, letting us in a void

 

[heavymetal22]

ive been tickled past my point a few times. when i was younger my aunt had me pinned down and did a number on my ribs,i couldnt even tell her to stop i was laughing so hard and my ribs were aching the rest of the day. and recently me and a male friend took turns tying and tickling each other,and he broke me. he found where i was ticklish and just focused there until i was in pretty much tears.

 

[naveltkltr1350]

Yes. I've been on the recieving end of something like that. As regards tickling, I can go for pretty much anything for as long as you like. Except for one thing. Being tickled in the groin area. And whilst gagged one day for reasons of noise pollution I was subjected to an electric toothbrush in said area for much too long, basically due to my being unable to communicate.
I know this isn't like me, but there is a serious point to be made here. It was one of the most disgusting experiences of my life and it felt like I was going to die. Genuinely horrible, scary stuff. The word "torture" is used a lot here, but this was the real deal.
Deliberately tickling someone past the point of their tolerance without their consent seems like a great fantasy until you're the poor bastard on the end of it.
And anyone who insists on doing so is either a) Psychotic b) Pathologically stupid or c) A shithead of the highest order. Or possibly all three. Whatever. The point is, it's meant to be enjoyable. As soon as you start moving away from that, then you're embracing the mentality of the rapist or the torturer.

id say all three.

 

[Blackstar216]

I was subjected to an electric toothbrush in said area for much too long, basically due to my being unable to communicate.
I know this isn't like me, but there is a serious point to be made here. It was one of the most disgusting experiences of my life and it felt like I was going to die. Genuinely horrible, scary stuff. The word "torture" is used a lot here, but this was the real deal.

Not to delve too deep here....but was it such a horrible thing because of the level of ticklishness sensation......or the level of PAIN? I'm not letting electronic devices down there!

I am in agreement on one thing. self TORTURE might be one of those things best left in fantasy. Tickling FUN, however, is a different matter. ALWAYS use a safeword or be married to your tickler. Loved ones love to see you enjoying yourself to the limits. They don't like to see you SUFFER.
When you said "consent" it also reminded me that there is no such thing as a "non-consentual tickling video" *L* But i digress.