*My tummy is quivering from the plethora of ticklish sensations... The light tickles of the raspberries to the gentle yet insistent nibbles around my belly button contrast so much it keeps my mind from being able to focus on any one sensation, making my giggling grow faster and the occasional tiny squeal pop out between my lips, even as I struggle with all my might to hold it in in defiance...I'm determined to keep the giggles from exploding into a torrent of laughter.... But as I struggle to evade your teasing strokes, my wrists pushing up against my bonds, and my legs occasionally reacting to the overwhelming build up of sensations by lifting you up a couple if inches each time your tickling would otherwise cause frantic laughter....I soon realize you just might have what it takes to subdue me after all...but just as I make a mental note to do my darnedest to not make it easy for you,
😱 I suddenly feel your hands squeezing my hips, the ticklish shock sending a quick ticklish feeling along my nerves from my fingertips down to my toes...it's like that tingling feeling one gets when looking down while on the edge of some high spot... Except this sensation isn't fading at all...instead my nerves are being lit up like tiny sparks from within my skin, making your next squeezes break down the dam on my tears of laughter....my face now blushing furiously, my unabashed laughter so strong that the only thing keeping me from collapsing are my tethered wrists ...my legs now quite out of control as they lift you up even higher, making you have to hold onto my hips for balance from time to time during the strongest fits of laughter, and amidst it all, I can feel my eyes betraying my love of this sweet ticklish torture, even as my tears are no longer streams, but rivers flowing down my cheeks...my head tossed back , and long black hair now wild, I have become one giant ticklish nerve turned into putty in your hands...( that is, if you can keep from falling off me! LOL !"