Poor Butterstoch, forever at the kinky mercy of his friendly Eris. Who can’t get enough of finding ways to make him squeal, giggle and moan. And being such a shy little cutie, she has many ways to playfully exhurt her brand of femdom.
Another idea I’d love to see some sort of short story for. <3
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Don’t plan on it, I prefer to avoid touching(yes I know I sound like Sheldon)
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Well, i do know that people have weak spots for tickling and weak spots… period.
For instance, i have been tickled a lot. I have my own tickler and we meet once a month.
And i learned the hard way that my sides are extremely sensitive, if they get slightly pressed too hard, it hurts me a lot. Aside from here, the rest of my body is ticklish, and i’m always having an amazing times getting tickled relentlessly for hours.
I really wish you luck finding someone to help you experience this better and have fun. <3
Yes I have been tickled, and without them using there nails, I’m guessing other people experience it ALOT differently then I do
Needles ? Have you ever been tickled ? =x
If the tickler is using their nails and pinching around, of course it would hurt, tickling is gentle and soft.
But it’s like needles scraping against your skin, hoe could any variation of that not hurt
It isn’t painful if it’s done carefully and gently.
Nah I’d wanna see a high heeled sneaker version of this more.
Nice
His left foot was sealed with screws and magic. Only Eris could undo everything.
It was when Eris started to slip on the second shoe that Butterscotch started to have second thoughts.
“E-Eris…um…Are you s-sure about this?” he said with a whimper, trying to curl up as much as he could.
“Absolutely sure, my dear Scotch,” Eris grinned, slipping on the part of the heels to his other foot. ‘A few weeks locked in these will make your lovely feet so very sensitive.” She circled her finger, putting the other toe rings on. “Don’t worry, it’s all self-cleaning, sweetie.” “Ring around the toesies%” She sang, putting the last rings on herself.
“W-what? W-weeks?! Y-You told me this would be for a f-few hours!” Butterscotch started to protest, letting out a yelp. Instead of sliding the rings on like last time, Eris had given them a little spin, the pink bristles sliding down his toes like a nut spinning down a bolt.
“Did I say that? I meant the testing would be a few hours. My mistake,” she said with a poor attempt at an innocent tone, the roller pressed up against his instep.
“Eeep! E-Eris…I…I’m not sure I want to do this anymore…”
“Aw, and waste all the effort and prep time I put in? Don’t be silly, dear. Besides, how else would I get you to squeal and laugh?” She giggled, the sole of the shoe pressed to the sole of the stallion.
“Um…I-In any other way?” He meekly grinned, trying to find a way out.
“Oh, another way, hm?” Eris paused, stroking her chin. “Then please, tell me about those ‘other ways’. Illuminate the possibilities for me.” She pulled a lightbulb from behind her ear, letting it float above Butterscotch’s head.
Butterscotch bit his lip. This was a chance to not be under ticklish agony for a month, but if he were to suggest anything, it might mean an even harsher punishment. Could he really take the chance?
“Hmm? I’m waaaaiiiting…” She teased, slowly clamping the top onto his right foot, spinning the screws.
“N-never mind…this is f-fine…” He said with a blush, looking down at his lap.
“Mmm, shame. If you do come up with a better idea, I’d love to hear it. But until then, your sweet songbird laugh will have to do,” She floated forward and kisses him on the lips, finger gently tickling under his chin. With a snap of her fingers, the bristles came to life.
“W-wait, I d-EEEEEEEEE!” Butterscotch’s previous stammering was replaced by an uproar of laughter. His head violently shook back and forth, his back arching. The bristles wrapped around his toes all vibrating at ten separate speeds. His legs bounced up and down as much as they could. No amount of toe wiggling or sole curling could lessen the sensations. If anything, pressing his ticklish flesh further towards the bristles made it worse.
“Let’s see how you fare in two hours, then I’ll let you walk.”
Butterscotch’s sight of a half-lidded eye Eris quickly became blurry, tears already forming in his eyes. He tried to make any sort of plea to make it stop, or at least lighten the torture, but his begging became babbling.
“You’re so cute when you laugh%”