Brutal Tickling Night That Broke Me Forever

How Relentless Tickling Turned Her Laughter Into My Dirtiest Addiction

Extremely NSFW • real experience • pure tickle torture erotica • 18+ only

The night it all started like it happened yesterday. I was twenty-five single and honestly a little bored with the usual dating apps and vanilla hookups. One random Thursday I ended up on this obscure forum some corner of the internet nobody admits they visit and there was a whole section called “Tickling Stories.” At first I laughed. Tickling Really Like what are we twelve But curiosity is a dangerous thing. I clicked.

The first story I read wrecked me. Some girl describing how her boyfriend had tied her wrists to the headboard with silk scarves blindfolded her and spent two straight hours doing nothing but dragging a single peacock feather up and down her soles while she screamed and begged and laughed until she was soaking wet. No sex no penetration just tickling. Relentless merciless tickling. By the end she was practically coming from the torture alone. I sat there staring at my screen hard as hell not even understanding why.

That night I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I imagined feathers fingernails electric toothbrushes dancing over helpless skin. I kept picturing ribs underarms that soft spot right beneath the knees the belly button the hips God the hips. I’d never realized how many places on the human body are wired straight to pure hysteria. I ended up jerking off twice just thinking about it and when I finally came it felt different sharper almost angry. I knew right then I was fucked. Or rather I needed to be.

A week later I met her. Her name was Stella. We matched on a kink app where you can actually be honest about the weird shit that gets you off. Her profile said Bratty Lee looking for a sadistic ler who isn’t scared to make me cry laughing. I almost dropped my phone.

We messaged for three days straight. She sent voice notes of herself giggling teasing me daring me to try and break her. She had this low throaty laugh that went straight to my cock. On day four she sent a thirty-second clip just her bare feet wiggling on camera while she whispered Bet you can’t make these toes curl from tickling alone. I nearly came in my jeans on the subway.

We agreed to meet at my place. No clubs no public play just the two of us and whatever evil toys I could come up with. I spent the whole day preparing like a madman. I bought soft restraints a blindfold baby oil a pack of makeup brushes an electric flosser yeah that thing is fucking evil and a set of those long fake nails girls use when they want to look extra lethal. I even chilled a couple metal combs in the freezer because I’d read somewhere the cold makes everything ten times worse.

She showed up wearing a tiny black crop top no bra and these high-waisted denim shorts that barely covered her ass. Her feet were bare except for a thin silver anklet toenails painted blood red. The second the door closed she smirked and said So big bad tickle monster you gonna do something or just stare

I didn’t answer with words. I grabbed her wrist spun her around and marched her straight to my bedroom. She was already giggling nervously half pretending to fight me half loving every second. I pushed her onto the bed face-up and straddled her thighs so she couldn’t kick. She looked up at me with those huge green eyes biting her lip and whispered Don’t you dare go easy.

I started slow. Tied her wrists above her head to the headboard nice and tight but not painful. Slid the blindfold over her eyes. She shivered when the room went dark. Then I just waited. Ten seconds. Twenty. Let her anticipate. Her breathing got faster. Little nervous giggles started leaking out.

Finally I leaned down and whispered right into her ear I’m going to tickle every single inch of you until you’re begging me to fuck you just to make it stop. And even then I might not.

She let out this delicious squeaky sound and tested the restraints. They didn’t budge.

I started with her neck. Just the tips of my fingers barely touching tracing little circles behind her ears and down the sides of her throat. She scrunched up immediately biting her lip trying to stay quiet. But I could see goosebumps exploding across her skin. I kept it light teasing barely there. After two minutes she was already twitching and letting out these tiny breathless giggles.

I slipped my hands under her crop top and started scratching lightly over her ribcage counting them one by one like I was playing some twisted xylophone. She arched off the bed laughing hard now head thrown back. Her abs flexed every time I hit a bad spot and there were so many bad spots.

Then I moved to her armpits. God her armpits. Perfectly smooth insanely sensitive. I started with just one finger in each tracing lazy circles. She lost it immediately thrashing side to side begging through helpless laughter. No no no not there please anything but HAHAHAHA FUCK

I didn’t stop. I used all ten fingers scribbling furiously while she screamed and bucked and tried to clamp her arms down. Of course, she couldn’t. The restraints held her wide open completely exposed. I tickled her hollows until her laughter went silent until tears were streaming down under the blindfold, until she was gasping my name like a prayer.

I gave her maybe thirty seconds to breathe then peeled her crop top up and off, exposing her breasts. Instead, I grabbed the baby oil and poured a thin stream right down the center of her chest watching it pool in her belly button and run down the sides of her waist. She shivered hard at the cool sensation.

Then I attacked her stomach with both hands slick fingers sliding everywhere digging into her sides kneading her lower ribs spidering over her belly. The oil made it ten times worse she couldn’t predict where I’d touch next. She was howling hips bucking wildly trying to twist away. That spot right above her hips where the skin is paper-thin and the nerves are right on the surface made her scream so hard her voice cracked.

At some point I moved down to her feet. I’d been dreaming about those feet for days. I sat on her shins so she couldn’t pull away and started with just one fingernail dragged slowly from heel to toes. Her whole body locked up. I spent a solid twenty minutes on her soles alone makeup brushes the electric flosser buzzing along her instep those frozen metal combs raking slowly across her heels while she sobbed with laughter and begged me to have mercy.

I discovered her worst spot by accident, right under the balls of her feet, where the skin is softest. The second I scribbled there with all ten nails she let out this inhuman howl and actually started crying real tears begging me to stop promising me anything at all. Of course, I didn’t stop. I tickled that spot until her laughter broke into hoarse sobs, until her whole body was shaking and she was dripping sweat and arousal in equal measure.

Eventually I flipped her over, still tied face down, ass up, and went for her thighs and the backs of her knees. The second I started squeezing the backs of her thighs right under her ass cheeks, she started screaming into the pillow. I used the fake nails to rake lightly up and down her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her shorts, but never quite touching where she needed it most. She was humping the air at that point desperate babbling nonsense.

I finally showed a sliver of mercy. I slid her shorts down just enough to expose the lower curve of her ass and the tops of her thighs. Then I oiled her up again and went to town on that crease where thigh meets ass. She lost her fucking mind. I’ve never heard anyone laugh that hard in my life. It was primal animal completely involuntary. Her whole body was convulsing.

I leaned down and bit her ear. Tell me what you want Stella.

Through hysterical laughter she managed to choke out F-fuck me, please, I can’t take it anymore please just fuck me

I made her say it three more times each time tickling harder while she tried to get the words out. Only when she was literally crying and her voice was raw did I finally give in.

I flipped her back over ripped the blindfold off and looked her in the eyes. Her face was flushed mascara streaked hair wild. She looked completely wrecked and more beautiful than anyone I’d ever seen. I untied one wrist just one and she immediately grabbed my shirt and yanked me down kissing me like she was drowning.

I fucked her right there still half-tied her free hand clawing at my back while I pounded into her. Every thrust made her gasp and giggle because her body was so over-sensitized she couldn’t tell where tickling ended and fucking began. She came within a minute screaming into my shoulder whole body seizing up. I followed right after collapsing on top of her both of us laughing and panting and shaking.

Afterwards we just lay there her still tied to the headboard because neither of us had the energy to undo the knots. She turned her head looked at me with this lazy satisfied smile and whispered Next time I get to tie you up.

I laughed kissed her sweaty forehead and said Deal. But good luck finding a spot on me half as ticklish as those feet.

She raised an eyebrow reached down with her one free hand and lightly scribbled her nails across my lower abs. I jerked so hard I nearly fell off the bed.

Her smile turned downright evil.

This was only the beginning.

That night changed everything. Tickling went from some random fetish I stumbled across to the single hottest thing I’d ever experienced. We spent the next year pushing each other further and further longer sessions meaner tools tighter bondage more begging more tears more earth-shattering orgasms triggered by nothing but feathers and fingernails.

Sometimes we’d go hours without any actual penetration just edging each other with relentless tickling until one of us broke and begged to come. Sometimes we’d incorporate it into sex me pinning her down and tickling her clit with a makeup brush while I fucked her until she was screaming and squirting all over the sheets.

I still go back to that forum sometimes late at night reading new tickling stories remembering how it all started with one curious click. And every time Stella sends me a new photo of her freshly pedicured feet or a voice note of that perfect evil giggle I get hard all over again.

Because some kinks aren’t just kinks. Some are obsessions. And once you’ve heard someone you love laugh themselves hoarse while begging for mercy that never comes, there’s no going back.

Trust me. I’ve tried.

Tickling isn’t child’s play anymore… It’s my filthiest addiction, and I never want to be cured.