For the record, there’s nothing more diabolical than taped on massagers I SAID WHAT I SAID 😩😳😵💫
P.s. Head over to wakasirasan’s store here if you want to see the full video 🫣 and thank you @spiffytickler for making this happen LOL EVEN THOUGH I SERIOUSLY SUFFERED 😆🙈
As a Ler there’s something about this spot that I really like tickling it, I can’t quite put my fingers on the reason, but I’ll keep enjoying, isn’t it great little lees? Tickle tickle
Think last night was the most I’ve been edged.. neither of us counted, but unf the headspace I was in.. 😵💫 Clay put me back in his hammock setup, so I’m cradled in it vertically and my feet and hands are bound to the chains holding up the hammock. Oh my god he teased me for so long.. like I was expecting him to let me cum soon and he just didn’t— totally messed with my head as I had no idea when this session was ending (cnc element 🥴), and that just made me reach edges faster and so much more desperate.. insane headspace.. I was peeking through the blindfold and watching our reflection in the window, my bound legs spread open and Clay torturing me between them 😫💦‼️. I felt so conflicted, one part of me loved being kept desperate and on edge, unable to cum, but I also really wanted to cum and I begged to.. he just kept saying “no.” ugh it was so frustrating fuck.. 😩 I was disgustingly wet, it actually dripped through the hammock and made a mess on the sheet below. I was extra sensitive being high too.. Clay tickled me really bad during the teasing.. with my legs bound up, I was vulnerable to calf, thigh, and butt tickles… the finger picks, Pursonic, and Clay squeezing spots- 😵💫❌ so bad. Then I would get embarrassed with my wriggling trying to get away but I’m already in a silly, vulnerable position.. And the post-orgasm tickles.. 😩. He perfectly wrecks me.. I love that he fulfills my fantasies~. 💕💦
Think last night was the most I’ve been edged.. neither of us counted, but unf the headspace I was in.. 😵💫 Clay put me back in his hammock setup, so I’m cradled in it vertically and my feet and hands are bound to the chains holding up the hammock. Oh my god he teased me for so long.. like I was expecting him to let me cum soon and he just didn’t— totally messed with my head as I had no idea when this session was ending (cnc element 🥴), and that just made me reach edges faster and so much more desperate.. insane headspace.. I was peeking through the blindfold and watching our reflection in the window, my bound legs spread open and Clay torturing me between them 😫💦‼️. I felt so conflicted, one part of me loved being kept desperate and on edge, unable to cum, but I also really wanted to cum and I begged to.. he just kept saying “no.” ugh it was so frustrating fuck.. 😩 I was disgustingly wet, it actually dripped through the hammock and made a mess on the sheet below. I was extra sensitive being high too.. Clay tickled me really bad during the teasing.. with my legs bound up, I was vulnerable to calf, thigh, and butt tickles… the finger picks, Pursonic, and Clay squeezing spots- 😵💫❌ so bad. Then I would get embarrassed with my wriggling trying to get away but I’m already in a silly, vulnerable position.. And the post-orgasm tickles.. 😩. He perfectly wrecks me.. I love that he fulfills my fantasies~. 💕💦
I want to be claimed by a fantasy race as their princess, shared by their royalty as a toy to tickle and tease to their hearts desire. Treated like a princess, used like a whore. Tickled and teased by the competitive royalty, each always wanting to be chosen as my favorite. Maybe stolen by an enemy and tickle tortured because they think I have information. I want them to to tickle me, make me beg for release, tease my pussy with their tongues until I’m soaked and sobbing. Perhaps a spell put on me so I can only orgasm with permission. Torment me, worship me, tickle me, love me.
So many of the tickling stories I had hoarded in my likes are gone. Makes me sad since stories, especially with fantasy/sci-fi elements just hit the spot. Any werewolf ticklers out there? 🥺
So fucking beautiful, struggling against her bonds, knowing that any moment the vibrator would whir back to life for some random pattern and number of minutes. She seemed to begin to understand that the rest periods weren’t merciful, but sadistic.
“I’m not going to stop it. Not for a long, long time. But I’ll pinch your nipples if you like. Would you like the distraction?”