As much as it terrified me, it is what I asked for. I asked for a long session of no safe word tickle torture. All my life, I have been extremely ticklish. Every inch of me is ticklish, and I explode with laughter when someone tickles me. And the begging soon follows.
She had tickle tortured me before, but I always had a safe word. She was a tickle sadist, so I felt I needed one. Yet I always wondered what it would be like to have no safe word, and to be at the mercy of a true tickle sadist. Someone who would make me suffer.
At first she didn't want to go with no safe word, because she knew she wouldn't stop and that she would tickle me until I cried and beyond if I had no way to stop her. She knew her own sadistic desires. But finally she agreed.
And so there I was, naked, tied spreadeagle, with no safe word.
She straddled my thighs and made me look her in the eye.
"What am I going to do to you?" she asked. "Say it."
I hesitated. It was so humiliating to have to say "tickle" when I was this helpless and vulnerable.
"Say it" she said again, in her firm voice.
"You're going to tickle me" I said.
"Say it again." She really loves to tickle-humiliate me.
And just as I opened my mouth to speak, her ten fingers began to tickle my belly. I exploded with laughter and strained against the bonds that rendered me helpless.
"Say it" she said as she tickled my belly.
"hahahaha you're going to hahahha tickle me hahhahaha" I screamed out through my laughter.
As she tickled my belly, she lowered a single finger into my belly button.
I went crazy. I have an insanely ticklish belly button. And she knew it.
And thus began what would end up being three hours of cruel, even sadistic tickle torture. I laughed and screamed and begged the entire time while she tickled me into saying embarrassing things and while she took pure sadistic pleasure in tickle torturing me beyond the point of cruelty.
And, secretly, I loved her for doing just that to me.
She had tickle tortured me before, but I always had a safe word. She was a tickle sadist, so I felt I needed one. Yet I always wondered what it would be like to have no safe word, and to be at the mercy of a true tickle sadist. Someone who would make me suffer.
At first she didn't want to go with no safe word, because she knew she wouldn't stop and that she would tickle me until I cried and beyond if I had no way to stop her. She knew her own sadistic desires. But finally she agreed.
And so there I was, naked, tied spreadeagle, with no safe word.
She straddled my thighs and made me look her in the eye.
"What am I going to do to you?" she asked. "Say it."
I hesitated. It was so humiliating to have to say "tickle" when I was this helpless and vulnerable.
"Say it" she said again, in her firm voice.
"You're going to tickle me" I said.
"Say it again." She really loves to tickle-humiliate me.
And just as I opened my mouth to speak, her ten fingers began to tickle my belly. I exploded with laughter and strained against the bonds that rendered me helpless.
"Say it" she said as she tickled my belly.
"hahahaha you're going to hahahha tickle me hahhahaha" I screamed out through my laughter.
As she tickled my belly, she lowered a single finger into my belly button.
I went crazy. I have an insanely ticklish belly button. And she knew it.
And thus began what would end up being three hours of cruel, even sadistic tickle torture. I laughed and screamed and begged the entire time while she tickled me into saying embarrassing things and while she took pure sadistic pleasure in tickle torturing me beyond the point of cruelty.
And, secretly, I loved her for doing just that to me.