User: Demetri_is_ticklish

I finally got revenge on my enemy. I tied her to a table while she was asleep and when she woke up she demanded to be let go. I smiled sadistically and tickled her ribs, making her squeal. "I mean it, if you don't untie me now, I'll tickle you until-EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" I interrupted her threat by tickling her feet. I stop and look up innocently. Her eyes were full of hatred from being at my mercy. She knew I wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. I looked down at her cute little skirt and she saw the sadism in my eyes. I rip her skirt off and tickle her privates with my fingers. She giggled and I began to tickle the crease on either side of her p*ssy. I know this is a sweet spot and hear her scream so loud I stopped to cover my ears. Then I continued carressing the crease and she screamed silently and thrashed against her bonds. I stopped to let her breathe for a moment. Then I attacked her thighs and she laughed hysterically but I could hear her breathing normally, which was a good sign. I didn't want to tickle a captive that couldn't laugh>:) Then I slipped off her panties and she gasped as her most private part was exposed. I sifted my fingers through her soft hairs and then brushed them against her $%!@. Dry. I sigh in dissapointment and continue stroking her fur. She sighed relieved the tickling was over. Then she surprised me. "Please make me $%!@." I remembered that a girl is more ticklish afterwards and smile evilly inside, but look confused on the outside."Why?" I asked. I looked up and she was glaring at me. I whimper half-heartedly to look submissive before picking up my feather. I stroke her $%!@ as she moans from pleasure. When she is about to $%!@, I cover my head with my arms. She screamed as she came, spraying it all over my neck and shirt. It shocked me and disgusted me at the same time. "I could lick it off for you." It didn't occurr to me that she would try to tickle my neck instead so I let her. She licked my neck clean and kept going, watching me squirm before moving down to my shirt. She took it in her mouth and sucked it, making me squirm harder because of the tickling sensation. I eventually got fed up and took off my shirt, revealing my delicate stomach which glistened with her saliva. I could feel her eyes on it, fantasizing about torturing my delicious flesh endlessly...I shifted uncomfortably, then quickly tickled her smooth armpits to distract her from my fate. She was screaming for mercy again, all plots of revenge flying out of her mind. I then decided to attack her cute belly button. She saw where my eyes fell and pleaded me to leave it alone. "NO NOT THERE! ANYWHERE BUT THERE!!!PLEASE!!!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears. I took out my feather and traced around it before dipping it in. She shrieked and silent laughed until I removed the feather. I reached over her to get my featherduster and she whispered into my ear "Enjoy yourself now Demetri, but I will get my revenge." I shrugged it off and began to wonder where I should use it. I look towards her feet and smile. I used the featherduster on her left foot while I tickled her right with my hands. She giggled, but didn't react much. I stopped. I wanted to hear her pleas for mercy...my eyes fell on her sides and lit up. I abandoned the featherduster and attacked there. She went into a screaming fit and I smiled. I featherduster her cute button and her screams rose in pitch and volume before falling into silent laughter. I then attacked her neck, carelessly dropping the duster near her hand. She giggled and screamed until her eyes fell upon the duster and she strained her hand towards it. I noticed her pause in laughter and followed her gaze. It was too late. She had succeeded in grabbing it. She saw the fear in my eyes as I realized my revenge was over. I was frozen in fear as I watched her move her arm closer and closer to me. My trance was broken when she began to stroke my stomach and bellybutton with it. I screamed from the sensation. "Let me go right now or else you will be mine...all that delicious ticklish flesh will be all mine", she threatened as I shrieked in agony. It was a hard decision...be tickled with a feather duster or knock it out of her hand, continue, and live the rest of my life in fear of her revenge. "All that flesh is exposed. It can and will be tickled." She gave a little flicker over my belly and I shrieked, realizing that my stomach is about 100 times more ticklish when bare. I had no choice. I had to let her go. When she was completely free, she whispered in my ear "You made the biggest mistake of your life. Just wait until I get you and your cute little stomach alone." I whimpered at the thought. But I still can't believe I got her back for all the times she tickle tortured me.

I wouldn't restrain or gag you because It never happened to me befor AND I don't know how to tie a knot...any way I would attack you from behind, wrap my arms around you and whisper "move and get tickled" you would struggle instinctively and I would flip you over and tickle you all over your sides with one hand and all around and in your cute little belly button with the other and sadistically watch you scream and laugh hysterically. I would then use both hands to tickle your belly button and you would be forced to scream so loud youre out of breath when you finish. I'll never leave your stomach, I'll just spider tickle it all over, especially on your cute little button until you decide you've had enough and get up. Yes you may get revenge on me by either tickle torturing my stomach(my WORST place, I'll scream and thrash beyond insanity), my belly button(my second worst spot, I'll shriek impossibly loud and thrash before falling into a frozen state-a state where I'm twitching because it is so excruciating hell that I can't scream, cry, or show any type of pleading, only agony infinitely beyond hysterics...etc shown most often when im being tickled on my sensitive stomach and after five minutes when you are fingering or feathering my adorable belly button), or under my chin( my third worst spot where I just giggle uncontrollably and always show people I'm ticklish when they do this), or my neck and shoulders(I just wail beyond control a squirm heavily). But don't touch my feet because I only feel a slight tickle and don't react much. But if you only know how to tickle feet, feather my feet quickly and flicker it under and between my toes, watchingme try to catch it. And if I look like I might, tickle fiercely between my toes and watch me gasp and suddenly break into screaming and wailing because magically after that moment, my feet become absolutely tortured by those feathers. When my gf first found out, she feathered my feet all over again, quickly getting under and between my toes while I just kicked and screamed before running away(I'm never restrained so I can leave when I like). Soplease don't do that.

I remember a time when I was tickle tortured on my stomach, neck, and under my chin for being sexist. I feel so stupid now because I knew I shouldn't have denied being ticklish. I remember how I was at the beach with my gf, and we ran into her friend which scared me because she was also my enemy- the one that threatened to torture me if I became too sexist towards girls. While they were talking, I noticed a girl across the beach that couldn't lift something up and laughed. My enemy glared at me and I looked back, confused. She then whispered something to my gf and I heard her say "yes". My enemy then approached me and asked the worst question in the world. " Are you ticklish on your stomach?" I deny. She then poised her fingers above my stomach and said " then you won't mind if I do this" she tickles me all over my stomach. "s-stop" I asked. "but aren't ticklish. Are you?" "I said no you stupid bitch!" I was suddenly angered. Her eyes turned stormy. "What the f*ck did you just call me?" "A dumb bitch!!!" An evil grin crossed her face. "Now, demetri remember our agreement?" I tilt my head. "If you don't treat us girls with respect, I get to torture you." "And your gf told me the best method." my heart sank. "You lied to me, you said you weren't ticklish. But we both know you are." I blushed and saw the amusement in her eyes. Then she said the most horrifying thing ever. "Oh, by the way your gf loaned you to me for the day. Guess how I'll spend it." "No, you're lying she wouldnt do that to me!" She laughs at my panic. "I have to act submissive or I'll never survive the day" I thought. I whimpered and watched her laugh sadistically. We then went to my gfs house. My enemy asked my gf if I should be restrained. She said I didnt because I never tried to escape before. They laid me on the couch and began to take my shirt off. "Aww what a cute tummy", taunted my enemy. She then ran a finger across my stomach and I tensed. She lightly spider tickled it and I struggled not to laugh. Then I felt her tickle across my pants-line and I gasped "Yes, there please." Of course she stopped I looked up at her and whimpered. "You have forgotten this is suppose to be a pleasure to me and a punishment for you." She continued teasing my sensitive stomach, stopping twice to rub baby oil on it to make my already unbearable tickle hell worse. She would sometimes tickle slowly accrues my pants-line looking at the lust in my eyes and then quickly attack my belly button and watch my confused face break into uncontrollable thrashing and screaming. Then she would attack the lower sides of my stomach and watch me squirm trying to get her to brush across my pants-line. When I became breathless, she teased me by lightly tickling just above my line."Come and get it." I knew I only had to move an inch to reach it but I was too exhausted. She kept teasing me with several objects: feathers, ribbons, and even her toungue. It was the worst hour of my life. Then, just as I got used to it, she rubbed more oil on my line. "NO!" I cried in absolute horror. She then spider tickled JUST above it and I swear it was the worst most excruciating torture I have ever felt. It was too much. I couldn't even scream. I couldn't shout at her to stop. I couldn't cry. I didn't think I could even faint. She then stopped. "Now you understand, don't you Demetri?" She tickled under my chin and I giggled and shrieked. "You are cute when tickled." She tickled me under the chin again and down my neck too. I was hysterical. "The day is done, but don't worry. I'll see you soon. You wouldn't last a day without a sexist comment." Then she just left. Im shuddering in fear now I have to stop.

I don't like it when a girl would press me against a wall and tickle my extremely ticklish stomach and belly button with BOTH hands, alternating speed and methods so I can't get "used" to it, and pay no attention to my screams for mercy and heavy thrashing. I've tried holding my laughter but it becomes excruciatingly umberable when she "spider tickles" across my sensitive stomach. Then she would tease me, and I would scream "Please!!! Don't!!! I-it makes it worse!!! Stoooooooop!!!" she would just laugh at my vurnability and helpless pleas and make the teasing WORSE while I scream and beg until she finally let's me go. I then would collapse like a ton of lead. :( Girls are SO CRUEL to me :(

The second time, I realized I was ticklish on my belly button. I denied it, but she just smiled and drew circles around it, getting closer and closer. When she reached the rim, she asked again. I deny it. "N-no." I had said, but my voice was weaker. She dipped it in and I tensed, because I becan to feel a tickling sensation. When she moved it around I screamed in ticklish horror from the unbearable sensation. "Bet you didn't know you where ticklish there, huh?" she had said. "I-I'm not," I had stuttered, trying to toughen up. "oh really?" She danced all ten fingers around it and I lost control of myself. It was excruciating torture. I begged and pleaded for it to stop, and she did after what seemed like an eternity in hell. "it's only been thirty seconds, but I know it was pure tickle he'll for you." "Wh-what?!" I had panted. "from the way you were screaming, I knew it was pure hell for you." Then she said the worst thing I have ever heard in my life. "Demetri, I'll tell you something. If you don't treat us girls with respect, what happend here today would have seemed like heaven." She had smirked at my confused expression. "H-how?" I managed to pant. "I'm going to stroke, kiss, tickle, and lick every inch of your stomach, neck, and shoulders and I won't stop no matter how you beg, scream, or cry for about 2 hours." "Y-you're insane," I had gasped "and you're a disobedient but cute sexist!" I had gained my breath back. I had tried to tackle her, but she ended up on me and kissed me under the chin and down my very ticklish neck, watching me squirm in her grasp. "What is wrong with this girl? One moment she's threatening me and the next she is kissing me?" I had thought. "you are in no condition to fight right now, you still have not gained back your full strength." I squirmed harder. "and I know all your ticklish spots that would drive you to submission." She then tickled me quickly under the chin and down my neck, watching me shriek but being quick enough so I couldn't put my head down quick enough. "that's for your arrogance." "my what?" I had asked She'd just smirked and said "I'm telling you one last time, be nice to us." She then got off me. What a strange experience. :-/