Tickle Therapy – Honey Kinkade II

Yeah so feet. Fun stuff. *screams in ticklish*

Just in case you haven’t watched it (which you should if you like a little pain cause WOOF, did I suffer), right before this clip I received impact. A lot of impact. My feet are so fucking sensitive in this scene, it’s insane. Never in my life I don’t think have they ever been THAT sensitive and then received tickles like this. Good golly gee willikers.

All it takes is the lightest touch from Derek’s fingers and I’m gone. Sent, over the rainbow, six feet under, words I can’t say but you know what I mean. It. Tickled. MISERABLY. Ugh, my favorite kind. I never wanted it to end! If only there wasn’t this super tight tape over my mouth preventing me from saying so… or screaming, or making any kind of noise at all. Oops.

Derek doesn’t stop there, and did you honestly expect him to? So yeah, fuck the Shrieker. In all it’s vibrating terdness. That thing is quite literally the bane of my existence, and Derek knows it, which is why he spends a good amount of time tormenting my toes with it. Then of course, in a nod to the previous impact (seriously, you should watch what he does with the glove in that scene), he pulls out the gloves and uses them dry. DRY. One would think it would hurt but the pressure he uses is so light that all it does is tickle. Badly. Like really badly. Like so maddeningly badly that I left my body. And yet, the still leave a subconscious level of pain so that when Derek flicks them off and goes back to his fingers, I’m in a new wave of ticklish heaven. I mean hell. I mean heaven. Fuck.

Seriously, can it just be my job in life to sit tied up like this, someone’s toy, and be taken back and forth between pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure? My god, would I leave this earth a happy human.