thejman454
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Hi there sleepy head! I see it’s lunch time and you just set your alarm for 30 minutes, so that only gives us a couple of years for me to play with you this time. Awww, baby, why do you always struggle? I have perfect control over this dream world. You can’t move a muscle but I don’t have any need to cover an inch of your ticklish skin with bindings. In all these centuries the only sounds I ever have let you make are laughs. I know you’d love to beg me to stop, to plead with me, to offer me anything but no sound comes out when you open your mouth to try, but when I tickle you I always let your desperate laughter come out loud and clear. It would be almost sad if it wasn’t so funny!
Did you know there are drugs out there that can stop dreams? It’s true! If only I would let you remember that every time you go to sleep time slows to a crawl and you spend decades in a ticklish hell, then you could simply take them and avoid this. But no, you’ll endure this, (I think I’ll increase the ticklishness of your toes 100 fold and spend the next two years tickling them without a break) and wake up refreshed and head back to work, this memory completely erased. Then you’ll bed down tonight unaware that you’ll spend decades with me as I torture you on and on and on, but you’ll remember it all in perfect detail when it’s too late and you are in my world. In the real world you’d go insane of course but us dream succubae would never allow that luxury. I know you’ve never asked why I chose you since I’ve never allowed you to, but I’ll be really kind and tell you. We can see into people’s dreams and once when you were about ten your little sister snuck into your room and began tickling your feet while you slept. Your brain interpreted it into a nightmare where you were pinned down and being tickled by a gang of girls. You were desperate to make it stop but couldn’t. Needless to say, I was smitten. So that’s why for the rest of your long life you’ll spend the vast majority of it howling with helpless laughter under my skilled fingers. Your sister’s little fingers on your poor ticklish sleeping feet are what doomed you. And yes that's why so many of these years you've spent being tickled by your old classmates, to recreate when I first met you. I'm a sucker for nostalgia. Of course, you are infintely more ticklish, they are impossibly skilled ticklers, and it goes on and on and on now.
Also you may be interested to know, I’ve told the other girls about you and they are intrigued and want to play too. The really bad news for you is the time dialation increases when there are more of us around, so nights will probably go from decades to centuries. But you’re a big boy, you can take it. I know I said 100 fold, but let’s just make your ticklishness double from that starting point every minute. I’d hate for you to get bored, let’s get started. This little piggie went to market…This little piggie went to market…
Did you know there are drugs out there that can stop dreams? It’s true! If only I would let you remember that every time you go to sleep time slows to a crawl and you spend decades in a ticklish hell, then you could simply take them and avoid this. But no, you’ll endure this, (I think I’ll increase the ticklishness of your toes 100 fold and spend the next two years tickling them without a break) and wake up refreshed and head back to work, this memory completely erased. Then you’ll bed down tonight unaware that you’ll spend decades with me as I torture you on and on and on, but you’ll remember it all in perfect detail when it’s too late and you are in my world. In the real world you’d go insane of course but us dream succubae would never allow that luxury. I know you’ve never asked why I chose you since I’ve never allowed you to, but I’ll be really kind and tell you. We can see into people’s dreams and once when you were about ten your little sister snuck into your room and began tickling your feet while you slept. Your brain interpreted it into a nightmare where you were pinned down and being tickled by a gang of girls. You were desperate to make it stop but couldn’t. Needless to say, I was smitten. So that’s why for the rest of your long life you’ll spend the vast majority of it howling with helpless laughter under my skilled fingers. Your sister’s little fingers on your poor ticklish sleeping feet are what doomed you. And yes that's why so many of these years you've spent being tickled by your old classmates, to recreate when I first met you. I'm a sucker for nostalgia. Of course, you are infintely more ticklish, they are impossibly skilled ticklers, and it goes on and on and on now.
Also you may be interested to know, I’ve told the other girls about you and they are intrigued and want to play too. The really bad news for you is the time dialation increases when there are more of us around, so nights will probably go from decades to centuries. But you’re a big boy, you can take it. I know I said 100 fold, but let’s just make your ticklishness double from that starting point every minute. I’d hate for you to get bored, let’s get started. This little piggie went to market…This little piggie went to market…
