As I've grown older, my tickling fantasies have continued to evolve. I first began dreaming of tickling and brown nylon socks when I was 4 years old. Around age 7 I discovered brown sheer TNTs - worn daily by one of my male teachers. Around the same time - in my consistent dreams of tickling him inparticular - I started incorporating kidnapping and bondage into the scenarios. This is also when I first discovered that when I humped my hand for too long, white stuff came out! A shock to a 7 year old who didn't even really know what sex or gay was....
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My fantasies of tickling classmates and friends - and vice versa - continued to become more and more graphic and sexual. In junior high, the fantasy changed from just tickling sheer socked feet, to stripping those victims down to their underwear and socks - then ultimately completely naked, except their socks - and tickling them to actual orgasms. I had seemed more of a tickler in my younger years, occasionally desiring to be the tickle victim, but as I got into high school, I slowly found myself becoming not just the "victim" in my daily jerk off tickle dreams - but the "enslaved," "victimized," "kidnapped" and actually tortured tickle victim. I wanted to be "tickled to death." Then it happened...the fantasy that would scare me at how often (at age 15) I would dream of it...
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I began dreaming that I was being punished by an uncle for something I'd done. The scenario: He would tie me stretched extremely tight to a bed in his room, dressed only in my maroon sheer TNTs (I had already accumulated quite the collection) and tickle my entire body for hours...but there was the twist... Now, he would take my dick in his hand, open the slit and tickle the inner lips of my piss slit. First it was with his fingers, then with feathers, then ultimately with some evil object which he'd shove down inside... and leave there, while he continued tickling my sheer socked feet.
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Horror.
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I couldn't believe I would even fantacize about such a thing. But I did. Often. It's a fantasy I've carried with me for almost 20 years, but only recentlytouching acting upon in real-life with my masters. Still, it never went "all the way" or crossed the line. I feared the pain of it. And surely nobody would REALLY do such a thing. But about one year ago I began incorporating the fantasy during online chats with ticklers. EVERY single guy I brought the idea to has never thought of doing that to someone's piss slit, but ALL of them couldn't get enough of telling me they wanted to do it to me. Several even started doing it for real to their "in person" tickle victims. I was hearing back that their victims were terrified when they started doing it, some complained that it "burned," some found it the most extreme torture they'd ever been given - some enjoyed that, some didn't. All I knew is that it was exciting me more and more to hear it was really being done. I had to find out what it was really like.
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I'd had just the outer slit lips tickled by a master a few years ago with a feather, but that was as far as it had gone... even though it made shoot one of my biggest orgasms ever. This past summer I met with two guys: One of them tickled my sheer socked feet while the other (one of my online guys who'd become "obsessed" with the idea I'd put into his head) began tickling my slit with small feathers...then did it! He shoved the feather tip into my slit. It burned. I didn't like it. He poked it in too hard several times before I just couldn't take it anymore. He continued tickling my outer lips, but I figured that after all these years, I'd never enjoy the fantasy I'd held in my head for so long...then I met a guy from Skokie....
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So two weeks ago I met a new guy online. He lived about an hour away. After chatting several times, I agreed to meet. He'd made reference to tickling my slit, but I didn't seem he was too interested... until I got there. So there I was, tied EXTREMELY tight and completely naked - except for my brown TNTs - on his bed. To the side, a line of toys he'd planned to use on my body. He was obsessed with tickling my feet, which I enjoyed, but then he reached over and pulled out a toy I hadn't seen in the mix. It was a Q Tip. I thought he'd run it between my toes, but then he grabbed my throbbing cock and said, "Are you ready for this?" I'm like, "Huh?" Then I saw it - the look in his eyes. He actually looked mildly deranged. And he lowered the Q Tip towards my slit. At that moment, I realized what he was going to do - and do it for real...not just toy with the idea of doing it.
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Terror actually came over me. Was it going to hurt as I feared? Would it damage the inside. I KNEW he was going to shove it down deep into the shaft...I could see it in his eyes. I had a "safe" word, but my mouth wasn't opening to say it. Then he spread my slit lips open WIDE.. streched it wider than anyone had before. He ran the Qtip around the inner lips. My sheer toes curled. I wanted to scream in pain, but I moaned in ecstacy. As the Qtip quickly gathered all the juices inside, it actuallyt began to tickle, running around and around the soft inside. But it was a different kind of tickling sensation. A bizarre sensation. Then he lowered it in...further and deeper. I screamed a few times in fear and pain and shock - mostly just from the realization it was REALLY being done. He then began pumping it. Pulling it up, then pushing it back down inside. I was screaming in near orgasm. He reached back and began tickling the sheer bottoms of my feet. Orgasm was close. Then I look down at my cock: the Qtip was almost 75% of the way down inside...and he was leaving it there!!!! He began tickling my feet more intensely, using his other hand to tickle my shaft. He then pushed the Qtip a little further and it burned - it hurt - but I still think my fear hurt more than the actual Qtip. He promised to pull it out, slowly turning and spinning all the way... but it was too much and probably the second biggest orgasm of my life unloaded moments after he pulled the juice soaked QTip out. During my minute long orgasmic thrusts, I just kept thinking, "He crossed the line..." And it was HOT!
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He took me there. To that place I thought I'd never go. A fantasy 20 years in the making. I've jerked off to its memory almost every day since....and probably will for years to cum.
