I think what it has always, and will always, boil down to is that there are many, many grey lines. Some are very fines lines indeed. Problem is that we ticklers all vary so much that those grey lines change drastically person to person. So unless you're a magic top, or have some psychic ability, or a long deep seated trust, it's going to take a while to sort out those lines each time you meet someone new.
People in TK are not accepting enough anymore to deal with the many variences in people's styles. Soon as they don't understand another person's pleasures, they attack their methods and motives. In reality all our goals are the same- we just have very different paths to take us there.
Not to place mysef above anyone else; I learned a very valuable lesson that I'm still thankful about for it opened my eyes and my tickling world.
I've been in and around the tickling realm above and underground for around 10 or 12 years. Thought I had seen and done it all. I had the fastest bike in town. Famous last words.
I attended a tickling party stylish theme event. My eyes were really opened to a new world. Still I knew I had at least one of the fastest bikes.
Then I saw another girl who was super tightly laced into a leather elbow sleeve as she squealed about how tight it was. Lowered into a solid looking bondage crate thing from out of a dream, a nasty vibrator secured in just the right place a girl hates, her feet and head poking out and also secured in place as the lid was placed on top and locked with big heavy padlocks all around. This girl was in real panic. I was worried.
Her pure tickling torture began. Between forced orgams and the increased ticklish sensitivity after each one, it built to levels I won't even describe here. I can tell you that I was sweating bullets and biting my own lip not to say anything. She was left alone for short bouts, to contemplate, others teased her about what was going to happen again and again as her tears flowed.
Then it would start again and her cries of 'Please don't tickle again! Godamit! Please! Not again!' could probably be heard on the moon. I felt for her as very clearly her limits were being overtaken and her plight was really happening. While I must admit it was exciting in one respect to see such and it was the things that dreams are made of, it was also something that made me wince almost and I had to fight from stepping in. At one point I almost spoke up and stopped the action to at least see if she wanted out. A very wise female tickler took me to the side and said "Wait. Just watch".
I'm glad I did. When all was said and done and Jackie was free, I made my way to her side and said quietly how I was an inch away from stopping it but had stopped. Her responce aimed directly at me was a relieved 'oh thank god you didn't!' and she explained how it would have ruined the entire feeling for her. It had gone exactly as she had always dreamed of. Everyone was happy, none more than I.
It was that moment I learned that I not only didn't have the fastest bike in town, but in this company I was on a tricycle (though no one there has ever treated me in such a manner I must add) and felt like I was back in first grade in a very new kind of school.
My respect soared. My eyes opened. My perspective has since been opened wide, I've taken to learning more as to what is taught me, my acceptance and willingness to engage in something unknown has skyrocketed, leading me into some of the most thrilling times I've never dreamed about.
So you see, grey lines are not always grey at all. It takes a certain kind of top, lover, or partner to know this. And a good amount of bravery, acceptance and trust. None of that is ever handed to you that easy. I guess you just need time at doing it to earn it.
