There is a fundamental flaw in the fabric of the freakin' universe, and it is evidenced by the fact that somebody decided it was a good idea to give me - a mechanically minded, magnificently maladjusted, relentlessly resourceful weaponized fetishist with a pathological penchant for designing, developing, dismantling, and dramatically improving absolutely everything he gets his grubby little hands on - unrestricted access to a HARDWARE STORE.

With Adult Money!! waves a credit card

When you combine an aggressively overactive imagination, a pathological compulsion to build cool shit, an absolutely astronomical appreciation for applied engineering, and a conveniently located Tractor Supply, you get a spectacularly spicy situation in which the only meaningful limitations are the laws of physics, the collective available credit limit, and the increasingly concerned expression on my poor partner's face.

My particular flavor of neurodivergent nonsense manifests as an insatiable desire to take perfectly innocent pieces of agricultural equipment and transform them into increasingly elaborate examples of ergonomically engineered erotic eccentricity.

I'm tickling my 'tism, titillating your teats, and the testing the theoretical tolerances of several pieces of aluminum and crafting supplies that were absolutely NOT designed with this particular application in mind.

And here's the beautiful bit.

THIS IS VERSION ONE.

cut to Chris Boden in a straight jacket It's never a war crime the first time!

This is the prototype - purely proof of concept. The preliminary product of a profoundly peculiar personal passion project. This is the FIRST functional iteration of what promises to become a continuously evolving exercise in creative construction, calculated cruelty, and the completely unnecessary application of engineering principles to recreationally ridiculous activities.

I've already identified a positively preposterous plethora of potential improvements, including better padding, more practical positioning, superior structural support, and a whole host of delightfully devious design decisions that will make the next version even more versatile, more comfortable, and considerably more capable of accommodating my increasingly ambitious ideas.

The beautiful thing about building your own stuff is that you don't have to settle for what somebody else thought was good enough.

You build it. You test it. You find the flaws - you fix the flaws. You make it better.

And then you do it ALL OVER AGAIN.

And if somewhere along the way I get to turn a hundred bucks' worth of hardware-store hilarity into a spectacularly specialized piece of kinky engineering that makes my partner question precisely what kind of magnificent mechanical maniac she married?

I think THAT'S pretty cool.

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"Miss, let me make one thing perfectly clear. This court is not here to pass judgment on the supposed nobility of your intentions, nor are we here to assess the artistic merit of your work. Your claim that you acted “so that anyone passing by could enjoy it” is entirely irrelevant to the matter before this court. There are countless ways to express yourself artistically without graffitiing an entire street.

The question before me is a simple one: are you guilty of the charges brought against you? You are. Indeed, you have admitted your guilt yourself. There is, therefore, nothing further to debate on that point.

Now, let us turn to the financial consequences of your actions. The court has before it the invoices submitted by the company contracted to repair the damage you caused. The amount owed will be determined accordingly, and you will be held responsible for it.

That leaves the matter of sentencing. My duty is to impose a penalty proportionate to your offence, one that ensures you understand the gravity of your actions and serves as a deterrent to anyone who might be tempted to follow your example. I am still considering what that penalty ought to be.

However, I must confess, Miss, that you are doing remarkably little to persuade me that leniency is warranted.

Quite the contrary. In light of your own stated philosophy, I find myself rather tempted to take a page out of your book. Perhaps I, too, should seize this opportunity to create something for the enjoyment of any passerby... Hmmm Maybe..."

Hello everybody,

I am new to Reddit and I’ve heard it’s one of the best places to find like minded people, so I would therefore absolutely love to hear from every single one of you M and F’s what you think of the below setup. You can look at this from both Ler and Lee perspectives. I’ll explain the setup from a Lee perspective but you can change it to Ler if you want. I’ll explain later.

I’m not very good with words, so apologies if the sentence layout is a little bad hahah

The setup:
You’re stretched out like an I-shape on a leather stretch rack (see image for setup-reference). Besides all the leather straps pinning you down, the rack has a lever at the top, which is stretching you out so far you can’t even wiggle.

Your ankles and feet are tied in stocks at the bottom of this leather tickle rack. Your big toes are tied together and after that all your toes are tied back to the stocks with toe-ties so your arches are all stretched out.

You have an option to be blindfolded and gagged if you wish, for the full sensory deprivation feeling.

Lee’s: If you were bound like this, where would you want the tickler to tickle you first? Which intensity? And would you make use of the blindfold + gag combo? And most importantly: WHY?

Ler’s: If you walked into a room and found the most ticklish Lee on the planet bound like this, where would you tickle them first? What would you say to them? Would you make use of the blindfold + gag combo? And most importantly: WHY?

Please let me know what you all think, and please state if you’re a Ler, Lee or Switch :)

Thank you for reading all this! Very curious to the replies……

Everyone thinks the sole is the worst. It's not. It's that soft little space between her toes, where one slow fingertip makes her whole foot jerk in my grip. She's tied, she's bare, and she's already soaked just from knowing what's coming. I work through all ten spaces slowly, sucking each toe into my mouth between tickles, listening to her giggles break into moans — and that's only foreplay. By the time my nails move to her arches, she's begging with tears running down her face, and I haven't even touched her ribs yet. Where would you crack first, girls?

I’m a 27 male and I’ve dated a handful of women or more and I have not met anyone who is actually enjoyed tickling as a kink as a niche or anything like that at all in my city. Every girl I’ve dated has put up with my tickling as some sort of foreplay, and when I do ask about it as more of a fetish, they either put up with it because they like my enjoyment out of it but most of them if not all of them would rather not do that. How do you guys meet people

I’m pleased to say we had a great turnout from 3 people to 6 people this last munch. Again everybody is invited hope to see you there.

Trying to find some vids?!

This little guide has helped me so much lol. Maybe it can help you too? Is there anything missing?

from a personal session (additional note: her body is made up entirely of weak spots)

Has anyone every created like a Tickle Tinder where people make profiles and like they are matched up with people that match their preferences? You could have a sfw version and a NSFW version. Or have I just missed the app? Im not much of a Techi lol.

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"Hmmm, now listen here, Victor. Don't get the wrong idea. I genuinely appreciate that, after 40 minutes of me putting my powers of persuasion to work, you've finally agreed to cooperate of your own free will, reveal where you've hidden your share of the loot, and rat out your partners. But to tell you the truth, I wasn't expecting this to be quite so much fun. So, if it's all the same to you, I think we'll put business on hold for another hour... maybe two. After all, it's not like you've got somewhere else to be in a hurry, is it?"

I was just thinking about the collective feeling that's unlocked when a new tickle spot is found!! Its such a euphoric feeling that I believe is shared between the Lee and the Ler. Have you guys ever experienced that moment?

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"You trespass into our sovereign territory, ignore our warnings, scan one of our military installations, and steal several automated stations along with their cargo, supposedly for research... And you still expect me to believe, Captain, that you come in peace and merely wish to establish diplomatic relations?

Well, we shall decide that once we have a little more information. And now that our xenoethologists have finally unraveled all the mysteries of your language, you, my dear Captain, are a veritable encyclopedia just waiting to be consulted.

Of course, we don't expect you to cooperate willingly. But did you know that our xenobiologists have discovered, among other things, a curious physiological response in your species that can be exploited to make you 427% more inclined to cooperate?

I believe your kind refers to it as... tickling."

Hmmmm. Anyone else around here play Stellaris, by any chance? 🤔

from 'Tickle and Fuck' by the studio 'Fetish Garage'

What if you could have unlimited sessions with anyone you wanted BUT you couldn't tickle any more feet. Would you guys still take the deal?