@happydayz101

@a-switch-and-his-feather oooooooh so scaryyyyyy 😈

When I hold all the cards and your only option is to look up at the ceiling and LAUGH

@happydayz101 Well this is just very VERY rude, uncalled for, and quite frankly, strictly illegal

I love it

Ugh I’m having so so SO much fun teasing these cutie boys in my chats🥰 ps. they aren’t as tough as you think…. just some mushy, blushy super fucking adorable ticklish boys.😍😍🥴

(holy shit what has actually gotten ahold of me today)

anywayssss all hail f/m content!😍😍🔥

Time to put my (future) engineering degree to good use and design a clamp like tool that attaches to that table that can fasten a vibrating wand right to the oh so sensitive and exposed spots

Let the wand do it’s thing while my freed up fingers tease the nipples 😏

That sounds fun right @happydayz101? 😈

Um………………………

Fuck

🥴🥴🥴

@happydayz101 no need to see this

Ticklish attitude adjustment

She warned him not to go through with it. You can't remodel your own home just like that, who knows what you'll destroy or collapse.

As usual, the advice went into one ear and left out the other. He had finally drilled an opening big enough for a small window from the house to the garage. He widened it forcefully, too lazy to take the long trip around.

Drill in hand, his arms upright, his upper body barely made it to the other side before getting stuck, his chest facing the ceiling. Panic made him drop the drill, thankfully without accident.

"See? You never listen to me, what if you had been alone? What if the drill fell on your arm or face?"

"Yeah, yeah, just go around and give it to me, I'll widen the hole and get out."

Having had enough of his attitude, always taking her for granted and knowing she'd always dampen his failures, she decided a punishment was in order. Several refusals to fully admit to his mistake, without excuses, later, she swiftly took off to give him the drill and be done with this mess.

"Oh you just know sooo much better, huh? That's why you're stuck like this?"

Seeing him in this state, somewhat crouched, arms and head clean through yet exposed from the armpits and below, gave her an idea.

The dragging sound of a heavy chair confused him. "Just making myself comfortable throughout this ordeal" she said. He felt the cold steel of scissors cut off his white shirt, hands undoing his belt buckle and lowering his pants. And everything that comes with them.

"What are you fu-"

"If you're not going to learn by yourself, I'll teach you what happens when you don't have a person to make up for your mistakes 24/7"

She grabbed two decorational goose feathers, long and stiff. Dragging them across his ribs, she asked "What do we say when we've made a mistake?" Caught off guard, sudden snorts and squeaks came out the sound echoing throughout the garage.

"No, I don't believe it's that. Try again." Twirling the feathers right inside his armpits, she broke the dam. Desperate, howling laughter filled both the garage and house. In her newfound excitement over this situation, she let the feathers continue to explore his defenceless underarms. Knowing he couldn't take it. Knowing he couldn't utter a single word, therefore giving her the "justification" to continue,

She enjoyed being in an authoritative position. It excited her, so much so after a very long seeming 10 minutes of tickle torture, she knew exactly how it'd go down.

He shouted in anger. His behavior was "corrected". No stops, no breaks, no bargaining. Just his body flailing, defenceless against the feathers sneaking underneath his pinned arms.

A smile slowly creeping upon her lips, she had the perfect idea. 2 minutes full of desperate pleas later, she had taped his legs together. Sitting in her chair, she grabbed a feather and brought it down from his armpits to his ribs, to his belly, to his hips... and lower. At first, she extracted laughter, soon followed by a realization that no amount of begging would change.

"If you're going to act like a testosterone fueled caveman, I'll treat you like the animal you are." His legs taped together, the feather's strokes inevitably revealed the rapidly growing bulge. Passing the feather up and down, she condescendingly proclaimed that she'd "get those hormones out" of him.

The laughter started. He couldn't hold it back, it grew and grew in intensity, along with his feathered cock. She was sitting in her chair, scrolling through random social media apps while dragging that stiff, soo stiff, yet so soft thing up and down his increasingly wet shaft.

As his masculine needs were being coo'd out of him, he couldn't help but surrender those needy sounds, mixing with the laughter and echoing across the garage.

His giggles and moaning had taken a more submissive turn. "Gooood boy." she complimented him. Her ruthless demeanor finally shown in the taming of her hormone fuelled slave, she would build him up until he could no longer take it, taunting him with emasculating baby talk ", who's my strong man? Yes, you are, so strooong. Coochie coochie coo, let it allll out" the elongation of words accompanied by the dragging of her instrument across his own.

The cruelty of her taunts, "Theeere you go baby, let it allll out" finalized in that she would ticklishly stroke his glans to the point where he'd almost explode, just to baby him down to precumming, then start the process all over again. Him screaming "PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEFUAHAHAPLEAHAHA" Only to be met with laughter and giving him no pressure, she merely carefully applied the feather's tip at just the right spots to soak his cock in his impotent pre-cum yet again. "Theeere you gooo, we're gonna leak all that testosterone out."

"So you can think better."

Who knows how long this went on. One thing is for certain. She enjoyed that long afternoon very much.

*Inspired by a gif from PolarbearNSFW

@happydayz101 well ya know if duty calls…😏😳

Really in the mood to pin my lee friends down and just spend hours tickling them to absolute pieces👉👈

Who’s “we”? 😝 The only truth I know is that your oiled feet with my brushes deserve this treatment way more then mine do 😏 @happydayz101

I think this sounds perfect for you @happydayz101 , doesn’t it? 😈😝

tickling a lee and telling them you’ll stop once they admit they love being tickled, but when they finally do…. you keep going. if you love it so much, why would i stop? that just wouldn’t make much sense, now would it?

@happydayz101

Me? Nuh uh? Very doubtful now that I think about it

ppl who are horny about being tickled are so cute like hello?? c'mere 🥺😈

Not a want but a need; anyone? Anyone please?

😵‍💫😵‍💫

.....ohmy

@happydayz101 I wanna do this with someone and I knooooow you have those ankle bracelets 🥴