lilone4sir
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It seems I'm just full of exploits recently... this one is a favourite tale... perhaps of detention, perhaps of trust, perhaps of a lilone who's halo fell off for an evening 😉
Remember the phrase: "All good lil girls love Tinkerbell". It'll come in handy...
This tale, my dear friends, begins after a rather ticklish movie going experience. Joined by a Ler friend of mine we set off for a flick. I was tickled on my arm going to the theatre. Taunted with "lilone loves a good tickle right on the back of her neck" or a "have you been a good lil girl?". I was melting... heart beating faster not just from the heat but from my body temperature rising with anticipation.
The movie was intense... Tarantino at his best. My Ler friend kept it light. A couple comments, a subtle touch. Very little tickling during the show. But that all ends as the house lights come up and I grab my bag to go. The small of my back, my neck, my sides are all assaulted with flurries of fingers taunting them and in turn me to giggle loudly and squirm in public. I can barely take it...
We make it to the car where I tease my Ler "you've been a good lil boy all movie". I know this spurs him on but I wasn't expecting his next move... nothing. Casual banter. No tickle talk.
Finally, I break the silence and say what we're both thinking... "should we play?". A unanimous and unneeded response follows. Anticipating tickling I blather on about how much fun we've been having recently. How good his tickling feels. How submissive I feel towards him. He asks quite innocently enough about bondage. Of course, I've done it, I purr. "Right. But have you ever been tied up and tickled?".... I pause fleetingly... "Nope. Never have been. Why?". This is followed by a maniacal laugh that should've scared the bejezus out of the devil but just made me giggle and raise my brow comically... "oh really?" 😉
Arriving to my Ler's I hesitate another second before entering. Am I really going to do this? Allow to be tied up? To be tickled? To have both at once. It's a VERY submissive act for a Ler I'm still only learning about...
And then I'm game... like every good submissive is. Play with my safeword in mind and happy to try. I'm tied up, spread eagle to the bed. Stripped to my skirt and bra. And then a surprise... a blindfold... oh my... what's a good lilone to do? I'm squirming and giggling without even a touch. The loss of sensation a turn on and fear all at the same time. He's laughing. Moving hands above me but not touching, waiting for my flinching to subside. When it finally does he comes in full force on my feet. I can't kick. I can't move. I'm laughing so loud I'm going to wake the neighbours. My tummy hurts from laughing so much. I'm just about to cry mercy when he switches and moves to my rib cage, my sides, my tummy. He moves up to my breasts, my neck, my ears. I can't stand my ears and start thrashing against him. He's loving every second of my torture and laughing himself and my hysterics.
Then he stops. Just like that and starts to untie my bounds. I'm puzzled and wait... I know there's more. "Turn over, please" he says calmly. I oblige with a grin. "Good lil girls aren't ticklish on their backsides" I hear myself saying. He begs to differ... but in the end it'll be me begging... He again, starts at my feet... my toes are stretched and plyed apart, my calves, my thighs, my bum, my lower back, my spine. I feel myself crying out to stop, to get away but I'm bound again spread eagle and can do nothing more than laugh and beg Ler's pity. He laughs and continues. My upper back, shoulders, neck, ears and finally my underarms. I'm sweating, practically screaming with laughter and can't move an inch. Just before he knows I'm gonna safeword out he stops again... This man is good.
Lying beside me he reaches for my hair and gives it a good pull. "Have you been a good lil girl?" he asks me. I'm stunned but mutter "yes". "I have a special treat for good lil girls. All good lil girls love Tinkerbell" he growls.
Tinkerbell? Really? She's Peter Pan's naughty lil nymph... how bad can this be I giggle to myself. And then it literally hits me and I stop laughing instantly. Tinkerbell is a stingy evil instrument of torture. Small whip like fingers of plastic branch out like fairy wings causing red marks, bruising and stinging sensations wherever they dare touch skin. I take one lashing, two, three, five, eight. I'm begging for no more. "So, have you been a good lil girl?" I'm asked again. "Yes" I mutter annoyance in the undertone. "But all lil girls like Tinkerbell". "Yeah well in that case I am a BAD BAD GIRL" and he laughs again... oh have you?
The tickling continues again, tied up and helpless. My body is wracked with laughter as the sensations of his fingers, my skin and the sting of Tinkerbell combine for a sensory experience like no other...
Remember the phrase: "All good lil girls love Tinkerbell". It'll come in handy...
This tale, my dear friends, begins after a rather ticklish movie going experience. Joined by a Ler friend of mine we set off for a flick. I was tickled on my arm going to the theatre. Taunted with "lilone loves a good tickle right on the back of her neck" or a "have you been a good lil girl?". I was melting... heart beating faster not just from the heat but from my body temperature rising with anticipation.
The movie was intense... Tarantino at his best. My Ler friend kept it light. A couple comments, a subtle touch. Very little tickling during the show. But that all ends as the house lights come up and I grab my bag to go. The small of my back, my neck, my sides are all assaulted with flurries of fingers taunting them and in turn me to giggle loudly and squirm in public. I can barely take it...
We make it to the car where I tease my Ler "you've been a good lil boy all movie". I know this spurs him on but I wasn't expecting his next move... nothing. Casual banter. No tickle talk.
Finally, I break the silence and say what we're both thinking... "should we play?". A unanimous and unneeded response follows. Anticipating tickling I blather on about how much fun we've been having recently. How good his tickling feels. How submissive I feel towards him. He asks quite innocently enough about bondage. Of course, I've done it, I purr. "Right. But have you ever been tied up and tickled?".... I pause fleetingly... "Nope. Never have been. Why?". This is followed by a maniacal laugh that should've scared the bejezus out of the devil but just made me giggle and raise my brow comically... "oh really?" 😉
Arriving to my Ler's I hesitate another second before entering. Am I really going to do this? Allow to be tied up? To be tickled? To have both at once. It's a VERY submissive act for a Ler I'm still only learning about...
And then I'm game... like every good submissive is. Play with my safeword in mind and happy to try. I'm tied up, spread eagle to the bed. Stripped to my skirt and bra. And then a surprise... a blindfold... oh my... what's a good lilone to do? I'm squirming and giggling without even a touch. The loss of sensation a turn on and fear all at the same time. He's laughing. Moving hands above me but not touching, waiting for my flinching to subside. When it finally does he comes in full force on my feet. I can't kick. I can't move. I'm laughing so loud I'm going to wake the neighbours. My tummy hurts from laughing so much. I'm just about to cry mercy when he switches and moves to my rib cage, my sides, my tummy. He moves up to my breasts, my neck, my ears. I can't stand my ears and start thrashing against him. He's loving every second of my torture and laughing himself and my hysterics.
Then he stops. Just like that and starts to untie my bounds. I'm puzzled and wait... I know there's more. "Turn over, please" he says calmly. I oblige with a grin. "Good lil girls aren't ticklish on their backsides" I hear myself saying. He begs to differ... but in the end it'll be me begging... He again, starts at my feet... my toes are stretched and plyed apart, my calves, my thighs, my bum, my lower back, my spine. I feel myself crying out to stop, to get away but I'm bound again spread eagle and can do nothing more than laugh and beg Ler's pity. He laughs and continues. My upper back, shoulders, neck, ears and finally my underarms. I'm sweating, practically screaming with laughter and can't move an inch. Just before he knows I'm gonna safeword out he stops again... This man is good.
Lying beside me he reaches for my hair and gives it a good pull. "Have you been a good lil girl?" he asks me. I'm stunned but mutter "yes". "I have a special treat for good lil girls. All good lil girls love Tinkerbell" he growls.
Tinkerbell? Really? She's Peter Pan's naughty lil nymph... how bad can this be I giggle to myself. And then it literally hits me and I stop laughing instantly. Tinkerbell is a stingy evil instrument of torture. Small whip like fingers of plastic branch out like fairy wings causing red marks, bruising and stinging sensations wherever they dare touch skin. I take one lashing, two, three, five, eight. I'm begging for no more. "So, have you been a good lil girl?" I'm asked again. "Yes" I mutter annoyance in the undertone. "But all lil girls like Tinkerbell". "Yeah well in that case I am a BAD BAD GIRL" and he laughs again... oh have you?
The tickling continues again, tied up and helpless. My body is wracked with laughter as the sensations of his fingers, my skin and the sting of Tinkerbell combine for a sensory experience like no other...
