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Your Deepest Darkest Tickling Fantasy (No Shame)

Tickle Lover 1 said:
My ultimate tickling fantasy would be to be bound to Realtickling's "Bandit" device in the middle of a room at a party comprised of only women. I would be blindfolded and gagged. They do their thing and hang out but periodically whenever they feel like it, one or more of them comes and tickles me with or without warning, for however long they want - usually only 2-3 minutes, but sometimes more, especially when the wine starts flowing. I can't do anything about it whatsoever, and I can't protest due to the gag. None of them feel bad for me in the slightest. They do this for hours, on and off. At the end when everyone has gone home, the host takes me down, gives me food, drinks, and I drift off to sleep and regain my strength, so we can do it all again the next day with a different group of party guests.
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I always liked that device.
 
Mine is not as imaginative as some of these are. I am being tickled by a real life high school teacher or college professor. It is a role play. They play themselves, an educator and I play their student. Maybe I just need the right motivation to pass the class. Maybe they found out I am on this website and want to humiliate me by letting me know that they know my secret. Maybe I've been teasing them by being barefoot in class. They start to lecture, then seduce me, tie me down, and tickle me while i still try to follow along. Then of course there is a quiz and I clearly haven't been paying attention and we all know what happens if I don't pass...
 
I’ve mentioned my aunt ( mom’s sister ) whose feet I’ve tickled before. I’ve fantasized before of her riding me reverse cowgirl ( wearing a condom of course ) I’m tickling her feet as she’s bouncing up and down on top of me until I have a massive orgasm inside her
 
footfan69 said:
Love the mental image or story line of massages evolving into tickling, etc., etc. 😜
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Thank you, of course it’s a fantasy that I don’t think I should fulfill. If I try I might not be welcomed back
 
To be tied up naked and mercilessly tickled by my boyfriend's best friend while he is tied to a chair and forced to watch. We are both insanely jealous over each other and I know this would make him crazy which would turn me on. He says we'll do it if I can handle being forced to watch him be tickled also but nope absolutely not, never that!
 
Open up a professional tickle location in an office building where people come voluntarily to be tickled or tickle others as a form of stress release and treatment for depression. There are actually a few of these businesses around the world. It would have to be non sexual being a public business that is advertised.
 
JayLtickle said:
Open up a professional tickle location in an office building where people come voluntarily to be tickled or tickle others as a form of stress release and treatment for depression. There are actually a few of these businesses around the world. It would have to be non sexual being a public business that is advertised.
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I believe Kelli Lynn Sage works at one and does sessions. I’m not sure if she switches with clients anymore. But it is Tickle Therapy lol
 
One of my favorite fantasies is one where I'm walking through this massive cemetery at night, grave stones as far as the eye can see. I'm wearing one of my favorite black dresses; sheer cotton, sleeveless with spaghetti straps, with the skirt falling just past my mid thigh, and leather boots with buckle straps and chunky heels. It's a warm night with a cool breeze, clouds drift across the sky and occasionally break apart letting the waxing moon shine down, only to swallow it up again and return the cemetery back to hazy darkness.

I sing to myself and dance, enjoying the feel of the cool wind on my legs and arms and the stillness, the quiet of the cemetery bringing me a sense of tranquility. I think to myself, "I know what will make this night even better!" and I take my boots off and continue to dance and skip around barefoot, relishing the feeling of grass and fresh air. The sheer freedom is intoxicating!

I lose myself for a few moments until faraway chanting and a dim light in the distance dispels my revelry. Curiosity gets the better of me and I sneak towards the light, my bare feet making me completely silent. As I get closer, I see five hooded figures surrounding a large tombstone chanting a low rhythmic mantra with their arms raised high. The tombstone is large and flat enough to be used as an altar. They inscribed an unfamiliar sigil on its flat surface with charcoal, with five burning candles outlining it and a bowl of smoking incense in the center.

Despite my better judgement, I sneak closer. Hiding behind a tombstone so I can witness their ritual, completely captivated by the spell work before me. They conclude their chant and lower their arms, afterward a moment of silence passes. "The rites have been cast and the spell is almost complete," one of them says, "all's that left is the sacrifice, for one to give a piece of themselves unwillingly to our master, with a smile and laughter."

"But none of us can do that," another said, "all of us are willing to give anything to our master. Where do we find the sacrifice to complete the spell?"

"Our chants have caught the favor of our master, and they have brought the sacrifice to us..."

The hooded figure speaking glances over to me as he finishes. I gasp in shock, which catches the attention of the other four. I turn and run. "Catch her!" I hear behind me as the sound of four pairs of boots stomping after me followed. I didn't have the chance to put my boots back on, and running barefoot put me at a serious disadvantage. Within a matter of minutes they catch me and bring me back to their altar.

"Please! Let me go!", I cry out as I feebly struggle against the two men holding my arms. "First, we must see if she is a worthy sacrifice." With a quick gesture of his hand, the two men raise my arms above my head and hold them still. "I promise I won't tell anybody! Please! Please don't hurt me!"

"This won't hurt at all...", the hooded figure said as he brought both of his index fingers to both of my elbows, and slowly traced a wavy line down both of my arms and into the soft hollows underneath. A squeal and giggles came pouring out from me despite how hard I tried to resist. "She's quite worthy...", he said, sniffing my scent on his fingers and glancing down at my feet, "and she was kind enough to prepare herself for us as well. Proof that when we ask, our master shall deliver. Let's proceed."

The other two figures behind me grabbed me; one squeezing my hips, the other lifting my dress. As my hips were tickled my legs reflexively buckled, bringing me my knees to escape the tickles. Which made it all the easier for my dress to be lifted off of me and leave me wearing nothing but my bra and panties. As the head figure was testing my ticklishness, the others had moved the candles and the incense bowl from off the altar. They placed the candles on the ground and brought the bowl to my face, and as I tried to twist away I was tickled on my sides so I would take a deep breath of whatever was smoldering in the incense bowl.

I immediately felt hot and lightheaded from the smoke, my body felt weak and tingly. They lifted me and laid me upon the altar. The head figure held both my arms above my head, pinning my elbows. There was a hooded figure at either side of me, and a hooded figure securing each of my legs, my ankle tucked under their arm. I could feel my heart beating in my chest and the realization of how helpless I was set in.

"Let's begin the sacrifice!"

"No! Wait! Pleeheehee AH HAHAHA!" was all I could muster out before the ticklish onslaught began. Each of my feet were being tickled at a different pace, a hooded figure on either side playing my body like a musical instrument, from my armpits to my knees, while the leader held me down and ensured my helplessness. I screamed, I squealed, I laughed so hard my ribs and stomach hurt, which was made worse when my ribs and stomach were pinched and poked and prodded and tickled. Tears stream down my face, my pleas were drowned in my hysterics, I was completely out of control.

Through complete reflex, my body became aroused. My mind was completely gone and I was completely unaware of my arousal, but the hooded figures noticed and began tickling me more and more around my hips and thighs. At this point I couldn't form any coherent words, just mad babbling escaped my mouth between laughs and gasps. "Make her give herself to our master!", I heard the head figure say, then suddenly they started tickling my most sacred and sensitive of areas. I don't know if it was the situation, or if the smoke made me so much more sensitive but the relentless tickling of my feet combined with the relentless tickling of my helpless body built up so much pressure within me, that when they switched their target I screamed and was forced to release the biggest orgasm I ever had.

Afterward, they stopped. I was left heaving and gasping for air on the altar, my body shuddering as aftershocks surged through my body. I was just barely conscious. "We should leave now and allow the master to enjoy his prize. He will reward us greatly for this gift we've given him tonight.", and the hooded figures disappeared into the hazy darkness of the cemetery.

Several moments passed by and I gained enough strength to turn and fall off the altar, landing on the soft dirt. The candles burned down and flickered as they slowly burned out. I weakly get to my feet and search around for my dress when the last candle snuffs out, leaving me to fumble in the darkness searching for a black dress. As my hands searched around, I hear a loud CRACK! As if wooden was being splintered. Then another crack, then another, cracks coming from all around me. I couldn't understand what was happening until a skeletal hand reached out of the ground and grabbed my wrist.

I screamed again and jumped back, landing on my butt and watching in horror as a zombie rose out of the ground before me. It rose it's putrid face to me and groaned, revealing a black, slimy tongue and black gums where all it's teeth fell out. Then another hand, and another zombie, and by the time my mind had processed what was happening I was surrounded by zombies!

I froze in panic. I had no escape, no chance of rescue, it was like I was served on a platter to them! I cried, begging them not to eat me but they crawled closer and closer until one grabbed ahold of my leg. I try to kick it off, but another one grabbed me from behind and pulled me to the ground, and soon after I was swarmed. They tried to devour me, but to my surprise I realize that all of them were missing their teeth. However, it didn't make matters any better because as they nibbled on my sides, and my ribs, and my legs, and my feet, it brought me to a new level of ticklish torment I never knew could exist.

And that's how I spent the rest of that night, with slimy tongues and squishy gums and dull bony fingers discovering every ticklish spot on my body and torturing me until sunrise. In the process, they ripped off what little clothing I had left on, so nothing was left untouched, unnibbled, and untickled and I had many, many more powerful orgasms throughout the night. By dawn, they crawled back into their graves and I was left twitching on the grass, drowned in the ectasy of being 'eaten alive' by a horde of zombies.
 
I'd like to be a patient in a hospital over night and the nurse does their examination and it tickles me so i can see their reaction and tell them it's ok i'm very ticklish and I like being tickled please keep going as my eyes look down at my feet and the tickling continues for several minutes
 
GigglyGothGrrl said:
One of my favorite fantasies is one where I'm walking through this massive cemetery at night, grave stones as far as the eye can see. I'm wearing one of my favorite black dresses; sheer cotton, sleeveless with spaghetti straps, with the skirt falling just past my mid thigh, and leather boots with buckle straps and chunky heels. It's a warm night with a cool breeze, clouds drift across the sky and occasionally break apart letting the waxing moon shine down, only to swallow it up again and return the cemetery back to hazy darkness.

I sing to myself and dance, enjoying the feel of the cool wind on my legs and arms and the stillness, the quiet of the cemetery bringing me a sense of tranquility. I think to myself, "I know what will make this night even better!" and I take my boots off and continue to dance and skip around barefoot, relishing the feeling of grass and fresh air. The sheer freedom is intoxicating!

I lose myself for a few moments until faraway chanting and a dim light in the distance dispels my revelry. Curiosity gets the better of me and I sneak towards the light, my bare feet making me completely silent. As I get closer, I see five hooded figures surrounding a large tombstone chanting a low rhythmic mantra with their arms raised high. The tombstone is large and flat enough to be used as an altar. They inscribed an unfamiliar sigil on its flat surface with charcoal, with five burning candles outlining it and a bowl of smoking incense in the center.

Despite my better judgement, I sneak closer. Hiding behind a tombstone so I can witness their ritual, completely captivated by the spell work before me. They conclude their chant and lower their arms, afterward a moment of silence passes. "The rites have been cast and the spell is almost complete," one of them says, "all's that left is the sacrifice, for one to give a piece of themselves unwillingly to our master, with a smile and laughter."

"But none of us can do that," another said, "all of us are willing to give anything to our master. Where do we find the sacrifice to complete the spell?"

"Our chants have caught the favor of our master, and they have brought the sacrifice to us..."

The hooded figure speaking glances over to me as he finishes. I gasp in shock, which catches the attention of the other four. I turn and run. "Catch her!" I hear behind me as the sound of four pairs of boots stomping after me followed. I didn't have the chance to put my boots back on, and running barefoot put me at a serious disadvantage. Within a matter of minutes they catch me and bring me back to their altar.

"Please! Let me go!", I cry out as I feebly struggle against the two men holding my arms. "First, we must see if she is a worthy sacrifice." With a quick gesture of his hand, the two men raise my arms above my head and hold them still. "I promise I won't tell anybody! Please! Please don't hurt me!"

"This won't hurt at all...", the hooded figure said as he brought both of his index fingers to both of my elbows, and slowly traced a wavy line down both of my arms and into the soft hollows underneath. A squeal and giggles came pouring out from me despite how hard I tried to resist. "She's quite worthy...", he said, sniffing my scent on his fingers and glancing down at my feet, "and she was kind enough to prepare herself for us as well. Proof that when we ask, our master shall deliver. Let's proceed."

The other two figures behind me grabbed me; one squeezing my hips, the other lifting my dress. As my hips were tickled my legs reflexively buckled, bringing me my knees to escape the tickles. Which made it all the easier for my dress to be lifted off of me and leave me wearing nothing but my bra and panties. As the head figure was testing my ticklishness, the others had moved the candles and the incense bowl from off the altar. They placed the candles on the ground and brought the bowl to my face, and as I tried to twist away I was tickled on my sides so I would take a deep breath of whatever was smoldering in the incense bowl.

I immediately felt hot and lightheaded from the smoke, my body felt weak and tingly. They lifted me and laid me upon the altar. The head figure held both my arms above my head, pinning my elbows. There was a hooded figure at either side of me, and a hooded figure securing each of my legs, my ankle tucked under their arm. I could feel my heart beating in my chest and the realization of how helpless I was set in.

"Let's begin the sacrifice!"

"No! Wait! Pleeheehee AH HAHAHA!" was all I could muster out before the ticklish onslaught began. Each of my feet were being tickled at a different pace, a hooded figure on either side playing my body like a musical instrument, from my armpits to my knees, while the leader held me down and ensured my helplessness. I screamed, I squealed, I laughed so hard my ribs and stomach hurt, which was made worse when my ribs and stomach were pinched and poked and prodded and tickled. Tears stream down my face, my pleas were drowned in my hysterics, I was completely out of control.

Through complete reflex, my body became aroused. My mind was completely gone and I was completely unaware of my arousal, but the hooded figures noticed and began tickling me more and more around my hips and thighs. At this point I couldn't form any coherent words, just mad babbling escaped my mouth between laughs and gasps. "Make her give herself to our master!", I heard the head figure say, then suddenly they started tickling my most sacred and sensitive of areas. I don't know if it was the situation, or if the smoke made me so much more sensitive but the relentless tickling of my feet combined with the relentless tickling of my helpless body built up so much pressure within me, that when they switched their target I screamed and was forced to release the biggest orgasm I ever had.

Afterward, they stopped. I was left heaving and gasping for air on the altar, my body shuddering as aftershocks surged through my body. I was just barely conscious. "We should leave now and allow the master to enjoy his prize. He will reward us greatly for this gift we've given him tonight.", and the hooded figures disappeared into the hazy darkness of the cemetery.

Several moments passed by and I gained enough strength to turn and fall off the altar, landing on the soft dirt. The candles burned down and flickered as they slowly burned out. I weakly get to my feet and search around for my dress when the last candle snuffs out, leaving me to fumble in the darkness searching for a black dress. As my hands searched around, I hear a loud CRACK! As if wooden was being splintered. Then another crack, then another, cracks coming from all around me. I couldn't understand what was happening until a skeletal hand reached out of the ground and grabbed my wrist.

I screamed again and jumped back, landing on my butt and watching in horror as a zombie rose out of the ground before me. It rose it's putrid face to me and groaned, revealing a black, slimy tongue and black gums where all it's teeth fell out. Then another hand, and another zombie, and by the time my mind had processed what was happening I was surrounded by zombies!

I froze in panic. I had no escape, no chance of rescue, it was like I was served on a platter to them! I cried, begging them not to eat me but they crawled closer and closer until one grabbed ahold of my leg. I try to kick it off, but another one grabbed me from behind and pulled me to the ground, and soon after I was swarmed. They tried to devour me, but to my surprise I realize that all of them were missing their teeth. However, it didn't make matters any better because as they nibbled on my sides, and my ribs, and my legs, and my feet, it brought me to a new level of ticklish torment I never knew could exist.

And that's how I spent the rest of that night, with slimy tongues and squishy gums and dull bony fingers discovering every ticklish spot on my body and torturing me until sunrise. In the process, they ripped off what little clothing I had left on, so nothing was left untouched, unnibbled, and untickled and I had many, many more powerful orgasms throughout the night. By dawn, they crawled back into their graves and I was left twitching on the grass, drowned in the ectasy of being 'eaten alive' by a horde of zombies.
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🥵🥵🥵🥵
 
I think I commented on this already, since this post is 5 years old, but I'll say it again, my deepest fantasy would be being captured by several women, stripped naked and tied down to a bed, where they tickled me unmercifully for hours, or maybe days, with lots of verbal teasing, and sex.

I'll post the same artwork again here, which I found on someone's Tumblr page...this is basically my fantasy, only a lot more intense than this. And it looks like this takes place in a locker room, but my fantasy would take place in a bedroom in a deep dark dungeon.

Another fantasy I have is the same scenario, only I am shipwrecked on a tiny island, and am kidnapped and tickled by a dozen native women...off the coast of Hawaii, or southeast Asia, etc.
 

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Lee Lerish said:
I think I commented on this already, since this post is 5 years old, but I'll say it again, my deepest fantasy would be being captured by several women, stripped naked and tied down to a bed, where they tickled me unmercifully for hours, or maybe days, with lots of verbal teasing, and sex.

I'll post the same artwork again here, which I found on someone's Tumblr page...this is basically my fantasy, only a lot more intense than this. And it looks like this takes place in a locker room, but my fantasy would take place in a bedroom in a deep dark dungeon.

Another fantasy I have is the same scenario, only I am shipwrecked on a tiny island, and am kidnapped and tickled by a dozen native women...off the coast of Hawaii, or southeast Asia, etc.
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Definitely a fantasy of mine. Only there’d be more than 3 women, and we all take turns.
 
RebelLady94 said:
Mine is a bullying scenario. Capturing and cornering a guy before tickling the mess out of him. I continue tickling until he goes crazy, then I touch him all over, still lightly tickling while I do so. I do this until he gets super aroused and then I aggressively tickle him again. I would challenge myself to make him cum his pants WHILE tickling him as well
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Sounds like a rather “feasible” fantasy compared to everyone else’s for the most part lol. Guessing you could easily pull this off if you find the right guy, wishing you all the success on that front
 
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