I was standing at the foot of the bed in a swanky hotel in New York City right on the street in Koreatown that has all the best Korean BBQ. In front of me was a gorgeous and sexy thicc redhead with all the right curves in all the right places. She was completely nude, tied up in x-frame, and looking at me with lusty eyes that would melt any man. This woman, whom I had affectionately started calling “Peach” because of her perfectly phat pink ass, was waiting in anticipation for something she’d been wanting for a very long time.

She wanted me to tickle her.

But, not just tickle her. Peach longed for me to tickle torture her entire exposed body for as long as she could take it—tied up, unable stop me—and after all that, give her the fucking of her life.

This wasn’t my first time at the tickle session rodeo, but it was definitely hers. She was dripping wet with anticipation of what this handsome older man and experienced dom was gonna do to her. Before I get started into that, though, it would make sense to take a step back to where this experience started.

I also have a tickling fetish. Tickling women or watching them get tickled by someone else has turned me on for as long as I can remember. It’s definitely a sexual fetish for me. However, although I am experienced dom and tickle fetishist, I’d never come out publicly in any of the established communities. That all changed in December of 2022, when I finally worked up the courage to post to the personals section of the “tickling” subreddit community.

M/straight Ler (sometimes switch) in SoCal. Finally coming out of the proverbial fetish closet and into the Reddit world (better late than never, right?). I am looking for all the things! RP, friends, community, tickle meetups, etc.

I have a TON of fun tools that I’ve used in the past to set up sessions, you can see in the link below (as well as a photo of me in case you want to know what I look like). I have already done some RP with folks in this community, which has been fun. Bonus is that I’m a professional writer, so RP is one of my specialties. DM me or respond here if you want to connect in some way!

On my personal page were pinned photos of me and my tools and toys to let interested parties know that I was real and approachable. At the top of my page read this:

An experienced ler/switch and tickle dom. I have lots of fun tools and toys for sessions with women who want to fulfill their fantasies with someone safe. Love to chat and dms all the time open.

Sadly, but not surprisingly, I didn’t get any responses at first. However, close to Christmas, one woman reached out and sent me a few messages:

hey! thicc redhead lee from NYC here, 26 f

never actually tried before but been fantasizing forever

i was drawn in after seeing your opinion about fulfilling women’s fantasies

basically i’m super curious about it, but never been able to ask a partner about yet. let alone be tickled by someone experienced with the kink

Her being in NYC while I lived in SoCal was certainly a barrier, but not one I wasn’t eager to overcome. As time passed, I had a few sessions here and there, but none of them were good or very fun for numerous reasons. Peach and I kept chatting on the app and continued to really hit it off. She shared with me that her fantasy was to be tickled, but more than that, she wanted to be tied up and dominated and especially wanted to have her pussy feathered and tortured with ticklish madness.

We exchanged photos and turns out she was really cute! So, here was a young, gorgeous woman who was interested in me and interested in having exactly the sort of experience I wanted to give her. Not only that, but I felt like we were really starting to connect beyond just the fetish. We exchanged numbers and started to chat regularly about life.

I can say for sure that I was smitten and definitely eager to make the trek all the way across the country and get a hotel, so we could fulfill both of our fantasies. I planned the trip for April and set everything in motion. The night I arrived, we went out to dinner and continued to really enjoy each other. Everything felt comfortable, and it was clear we were both excited and nervous about the experience that lay before us.

So, back to the present. Here I was, standing at the foot of the bed, with Peach naked, tied up in x-frame, looking at me like she wanted me to absolutely ravage her. To my right was a large suitcase packed to the absolute brim with tools and toys that I would be using to drive her crazy with laughter.

I looked down at her. Our eyes met.

“Beg me to tickle you,” I commanded in a stern but kind voice.

“Please, please, pleeeeeeeeeeease tickle me, Daddy,” she whined, her voice a mixture of frustration and anticipation. “I need it so badly.”

“Your wish is my command, Peachy,” I said, not even remotely hiding my devilish smirk. I knew this was it for her, the moment she had been yearning for for such a long time. How could I possibly delay it any longer?

I started on her feet with just my hands, slowly and methodically tracing up and down her perfectly wrinkled soles. I don’t have a foot fetish, but Peach’s feet were objectively gorgeous. It’s clear she took very good care of them. They were soft to the touch, and the way they wiggled around as I lightly caressed them was already turning me on.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” I teased.

She didn’t begin laughing or giggling right away. I wasn’t tickling her hard enough for that yet. However, she certainly was moaning, and every once in a while, I’d discover a nice ticklish spot that would make her jump and squeal. I wasn’t in any rush. We had all night, and I wanted to savor every moment of it.

I started to tickle a little harder on the spots I had found to be her most ticklish—the arches, the back of the heel, the top of the foot, and between the toes, especially her pinky and ring toes. She didn’t begin laughing right away because she was trying her best not to give in.

“Don’t hold it in. Relax and let yourself laugh and enjoy it,” I said in a firm tone again. This wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command from a dom to his sub, and she obeyed me immediately.

Finally, I was rewarded with her delicious laughter. It’s the laughter that really does it for me. Hearing women laugh and giggle while they’re being tickled all the time turns me on. Her cute girlish giggles and laughs were intoxicating, especially when they started to mix in with moans. Her sultry cues were making it clear that this was really turning her on. I looked up and noted that we weren’t even that far into the session, and her perfectly shaven pink little pussy was already glistening. She was REALLY getting turned on by this.

Time to up the ante.

I took two metal claws that are sold as back scratchers (everyone in the tickle world knows what they’re really for), and I covered her feet in oil, massaging it in really well. Then I absolutely went to town, scraping the metal claws up and down her soles and the tops of her feet methodically and maniacally.

Peach started screaming with laughter and bucking around the bed. If she hadn’t been tied down, she would’ve jumped up and run away. She pulled at all her restraints and her head moved back and forth while she laughed. Her giant titties bounced up and down as her lungs tried their best to get oxygen back in after the laughter was pushed out.

“Pleeeeeeeeeease hahahahahhahaha stoahahahaahpppp!!!” she managed to yell through her laughter.

“No,” I responded firmly. “I’m going to keep tickling and tickling and tickling your poor little feet and the rest of your body, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

Of course, there was actually something she could do to stop me, which was say the safe word: “pineapple.” But as long as she didn’t say it, I wouldn’t stop. CNC was definitely one of her biggest fantasies, and as her dom, I was happy to oblige. Knowing that I had the power to do anything to her that I wanted to—tickle her nearly beyond her sanity and fuck her whenever I felt like it—was a major turn on to me as well. The control I had made me feel powerful, which drove my lust even further.

I make it a point as a dom to discover special erogenous zones on my sub’s bodies. It’s especially rewarding when these are spots the sub had no idea are there. This often happens on feet, which contain a lot of nerve endings and are not usually incorporated into sexual experiences. For Peach, the spaces between her toes were exactly that spot.

“Look at these cute little toes, just begging to be tickled,” I taunted as I pulled out a soft but firm pipe cleaner.

“No…no please, hehehehehe, Daddy, not there, hahahaha,” she begged. I wasn’t even tickling her yet, but the anticipation was making her giggly.

I would’ve preferred to use two pipe cleaners at the same time—one on each foot—but I needed to use one hand to hold her foot in place and force her toes open while I used the pipe cleaner with the other. I spread her big toe out and placed the pipe cleaner right in the space between the toes. I held it there for a moment, forcing her to create anticipation. This tactic was working because she started giggling and squirming even more. Her face was a combination of pure joy and terror. Seeing her like this, the way I was controlling her, was intoxicating to me and really turning me on.

Taking a deep breath, so I could flex my muscles to hold her foot in place, I proceeded to furiously attack the spaces between her toes—in and out of each toe with close precision, swapping to a new space as soon as she started to adjust to the sensations. I was literally keeping her on her toes.

“Hahahahahahahahaa oooooooooo mmmmmmmmm heheheheheheh HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,” she screamed with laughter, only stopping to produce deep, guttural moans.

Up until now, she had been laughing and moaning together, but not like this. It’s clear I had found the jack pot, a special erogenous place that made her both laugh like crazy and moan with unadulterated pleasure. As a dom, these were the kinds of moments that I live for—the torture and the pleasure combined to take my sub to new sexual heights they’d never experienced before. Peach was experiencing a natural high, and I could tell that her brain was totally melted, totally surrendered, and desperately lusting for more.

I tortured her feet like this for quite some time. I oscillated between soft, pleasurable and playful tickles, to absolute torture. I used several different tools, including metal spurs that drove her crazy and caused her to respond with a deep throaty giggle that mixed with moans. She actually pushed her feet into them because she enjoyed the sensation so much.

At this point, I’d lost track of time, but it had probably been at least 30 minutes. Her body was glistening with sweat and some of her bright red hair was sticking to her face. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were closed.

“You’ve been such a good little tickle toy, Peach. I’ll give you a little break,” I said teasingly.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me with a look that can only be described as pure bliss. She smiled sweetly. It was clear that she was already exhausted, but loving this so much she never wanted it to stop.

“Ok, teehee, Daddy,” she managed to get out while breathing heavily and still feeling ticklish after shock.

After a few minutes, I’d decided she’d had enough time and straddled her waist. I leaned over onto her so our chests were touching with bare skin. Her skin was so soft and lovely, I could’ve stayed there forever. But alas, I had a job to do. I poised my hands over her armpits like claws, and leaned over so my mouth was next to her ear.

“You had enough yet, my little tickle toy?” I whispered, making sure to be extra breathy so it would tickle her ear.

“No…never,” she said, wriggling around from my tickly breath.

“Then beg me to tickle you, baby. Tell Daddy how much you want it,” I commanded, still tickling her ear with my breath play.

“Pleeeeeaaaase, Daddy. Please! Please! Please! Please tickle me! I want it! I want you to tickle me!” She was now moving her armpits up toward my fingers to show me how badly she wanted it.

“Then tell me, Peach. Where do you want Daddy to tickle you?” I teased. “Here, in your armpits?” I asked as I softly skittered my fingers in her hollows.

“Heeeheeee haaahahahaha, Yehehehehssss, Daddy!”

“Or…here, along your ribs?” I probed as I moved my lightly tickling hands down along her rib cage.

“Hahahahahah, yes, therehehehehe!” she said as she started squirming back and forth. Turns out her ribs were more ticklish than her armpits, which was surprising. That’s not typically the case since armpits are usually one of the most ticklish places on people’s bodies.

I moved my hands over to her chest. “How about here…on your breasts and nipples?” I teased.

“Eeeeeee mmmmmmm oooooo hehehehehehe yehehehesssss,” she moaned, pushing her enormous titties up into my hands.

“Hmmmm…you really seem to like it when I tickle you here, don’t you, my little tickle slut,” I said, upping the ante on the dirty talk now that I was exploring erotic places on her body.

“Yesssssss, Daddy, tehehehehehe, I loooooooove it there,” she answered, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she was surrendering herself to the pleasure.

“Well good…I’ll keep that in mind once I’m done torturing you,” I said as I lifted my hands up and moved them to her belly. I dug into her stomach and started tickling hard, and the motion between her tummy and her breasts was so quick and fluid that she didn’t expect it. She shot up against the restraints so hard, that had she not been tied down, she would’ve bucked me straight off the bed.

“HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA STOOOOOOOOOPPPP NOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH,” she screamed as I relentlessly dug into her tummy and sides.

This was the hardest she’d laughed up until this point. Soon she moved into silent laughter and was just shaking underneath me, her face painted with a joyous smile. With the exception of a couple places on her feet, this was the most ticklish she’d been. For subs like Peach, who want to be tied up and tickled, this is the goal—to be tickled so hard for so long that they lose themselves completely in the experience. She was starting to experience that blissful high that comes with oxygen deprivation. Her melty brain had shut everything else out and was singularly focused on this one wonderful experience. She couldn’t fight back. She couldn’t stop me or run away. She had to submit to it, and as torturous as it was, it was also delightful—a well designed cocktail of endorphins flooding her brain like a broken dam.

Now, by no means am I a sadist. What I love about my version of being a dom, whether it be tickle play or pain play, is the sexual excitement I give to my sub through the experience. However, I am intuitive enough to tell when to push something further. I knew this was pure torture for Peach at this point. I also knew that it was something her body craved, so I tickled harder, faster, and didn’t relent. I kept at it until I could feel her body weakening beneath me.

It was only then that I switched to light, sensual touches on her sides and breasts and pressed my body back onto hers, so I could whisper in her ear again.

“You’re such a greedy little tickle toy, aren’t you Peach?” I taunted.

“Mmmm,” was all she could manage at this point, having been completely liquefied.

I chuckled, feeling the satisfaction of driving her to this state of pure ecstasy. Being generally unaware of what was going on around her, and just existing in her feels, I knew this was the perfect time to move onto the magnum opus of the evening: feathering her pussy.

Now, before I get into this part of the story, it’s crucial to note that for those doms who have not done this before to their subs, you’re gonna need a lot of feathers. Why, you ask? Well, feathers have a tendency to be very absorbent, and…

…I’m sure you can imagine what’s about to happen next.

Just a word to the novice tickle doms out there. Make sure you have packs of feathers you don’t mind having to throw away after use.

Ok, on with the show.

I grabbed the packs of feathers out of the suitcase along with a glass dildo and a fat little purple vibrator and got myself comfortable right between her inviting spread eagle legs.

Peach has a perfect pussy. It’s truly gorgeous. Her ivory skin juxtaposed to a pink little clit and perfect little lips—engorged with blood and wonderfully moist from arousal—looked just like erotic art from the Renaissance period. I couldn’t ask for a more gorgeous specimen upon which to work my tickle craft.

I started with the light, fluffy feathers, tracing up and down and around her lower tummy and the v-lines where her thighs met her groin. This is my favorite part of a woman’s body. Soft, sensual upper thighs, v-lines and lower tummy. I could sensuously play there all day and never get tired of it (this includes me giving oral sex as well). Since these are spots on the body that typically sit beneath clothing, playing there feels extra naughty. It’s also usually the softest skin on a woman, and for Peach, this was no exception.

I used the soft feathers to tickle and tease sensuously around her inner thighs, v-lines, and lower tummy for far longer than she wanted. I would get tantalizingly close to her pussy, and she would move herself to try to get it onto the feathers.

“No, no, no, little Peachy baby,” I teased. “You lay there and take the tickles. It’s not time for your special reward yet.”

Still mostly out of it, the only response she could make was to whine and whimper. I didn’t give in, though, at least not right away. I wanted her to really feel it. I wanted to create her arousal until it drove her nearly mad with lust. This phase of the session I knew wouldn’t make her laugh other than an occasional giggle. What I was looking for now were unabashed moans, noises that she probably didn’t even know she was making. I wanted to draw that out of her, deliciously and methodically.

I continued doing that for another ten to fifteen minutes before I finally started using the feathers on her pussy. Immediately the soft and fluffy ones were drenched, so I switched to the longer more firm feathers.

As soon as I started feathering her clit and pussy lips she began going absolutely wild, moving herself up and down the feathers. I didn’t even have to motion them myself, just holding them in place was enough because she couldn’t keep herself still. For her, this was the pinnacle of the experience and the thing she longed for more than anything else. The tickle videos Peach would send me to give me an idea of what she wanted were almost all the time of women being tied down and having their pussies tickled with feathers until they had orgasms. This was Peach’s ultimate fantasy, having her pussy feathered.

It probably did tickle, but that sensation was greatly overshadowed by the erotic sensations she was experiencing. Her breath became more and more shallow and her moans became more frantic and high pitched. I could tell that she was desperately close to cumming, but needed a bit more stimulation. I inserted the glass dildo and pressed the purple vibrator onto her clit.

Normally, to bring one of my subs to orgasm, I’ll push the glass dildo in and out while applying the vibrator. With Peach, I knew that she deserved something extra special. I pushed the glass dildo in all the way and simply left it there. Her own motion would be enough to build stimulation. With my left hand, I pressed the vibrator onto her clit, and with the other, I tickled her in methods that would make her go crazy with laughter. This wasn’t the soft and sensual tickling, but the harder more tortuous tickling I had been doing earlier. I oscillated between kneading her belly and squeezing her thigh, causing her to cackle and bounce around.