I think it involves me, suspecting that my feet are not ticklish at all, and having a woman, after placing me in stocks, begins to test the sensitivity of my feet, say on a scale of 1 to 5. Five being off the charts, while one is almost no reaction. I picture her running her nails along my oiled souls and me calling out numbers until she hits a spot that is 5+, and I’m reduced to a giggling, squirming mess.
As fantastical and unrealistic as it sounds, I’d love to be gang tickled or tickled one-on-one in rotating fashion by a group of diverse women (both in looks and attitudes) while we’re in an RV. A tickle road trip if you will, that sounds like such an exciting time to me, no need for any nudity or explicit actions just being teased and tickled on the open road.
What are you thinking about when you are riding your partner or masturbating?
I always think about a heavy woman with a big ass, sitting on my chest, while she tickles my belly and balls, and all I can do is laugh hysterically.
The recent F/M actions I've been fantasizing on combine three aspects of the above quoted fantasies : having an unsuspected level of ticklshness unveiled (especially on the feet) ; getting overpowered, without necessarily needing to be tied ; getting teased and tickled by "a group of diverse women". Well, now, put it in a mixer, adding pinches of payback, humiliation and punishment, and here's what I most often fantasize on (this might become a story) :
during a solo long hike, I am to spend a night in a lodge, whose managers are a couple of tall and strong women I first don't recognize but who immediately recognize me, for I tickled them so many times and so cruelly while being their camp counselor a long time ago, in the same area. I am the only guest, this day. At the end of the evening, in the common room, after a few drinks, as they asked two strong female friends and neighbours of theirs to join us, whereas about to go to bed, tired and needing rest, I now only wear pants and socks, they suddenly fall on me, lift me, pin me down on the long wooden table in the middle of the room and manage to hold me firmly :
1) they make me recognize them and begin to remind me everything I did to them, especially how many times my mates and I took their sneakers off and tickled their feet ;
2) they ask me if I'm ticklish and I say "no", so they decide to check ;
3) the first one sits across my arms which were held above my head, the second one kneels across my waist, so that my upperbody is completely offered ;
4) the third one sits across my calves, facing my feet, while the fourth takes my socks off, while teasing me ;
5) that being done, three of them drive me to hell through upperbody tickling, while the fourth, sitting across my calves, manages to immobilize my lower body ;
6) after getting reduced to pleads, gasps and tears like a child, the free one goes and collects a rope, and as they're all tall, strong, muscular, they're soon able to hogtie me (which I had done to them during camps a couple of time) and have my feet totally exposed and vulnerable.
7) I let you imagine what comes next : reminding me which I did to their feet ; teasing me ; failing to make me confess my feet are ticklish ; deciding to check it and break me ; succeeding in driving me insane through foot tickling with sole heating, oil, brushes...
and a foot slave. 
I am honored.
