missamyrisa2

[missamyrisa2]

Do you still remember the name of that little story with the pixies and forest folk? Its ok if you don't but it sounds so ticklehot😵‍💫

It issssss~ and guessss whattt? I foundd ittt! All I have is this in a text file which someone shared with me a long time ago. So if anyone knows who wrote it please notify me so I can properly credit them because it's such a gooood story~

Pixies.txt

Why am I here? I am simply an innocent traveller who incurred the wrath of some peasant village women by showing favor to one of their fair maidens. Surely, I meant no harm by my guileless flirtations, but these women did not see it in the same way. They accosted me (they were strong country folk, and they outnumbered me) and brought me deep into these woods, making it clear that the only appropriate punishment for a licentious outsider such as myself would be to leave me to whims of the pixie women. Now, being a townsman and having been raised in more enlightened circumstances, I should have scoffed. But I remembered hearing tell of the forest pixies as a child, remembered stories of unsuspecting travellers being captured and driven insane by these miniature maidens. Exactly how the pixies drove their victims mad had been left to my youthful imaginings, and as I was dragged into the woods by these leering, vindictive peasant women, I found myself wondering if the pixie stories of my childhood might actually be true and guessing at what sorts of magic spells and the like might await me.

I now sit here, abandoned by the village women after having been bound to the base of a large tree in the middle of the dark forest. My back is pressed against the smooth bark, my arms have been pulled behind me, my wrists tied to each other on the opposite side of the tree. My legs are stretched out before me. The ropes that bind my knees and ankles together are tied to stakes that are very deeply driven into the soil. A wide strap of hide has been placed around my forehead and around the tree's trunk, where the ends are tied together on the other side, so that in addition to my entire body having been rendered completely immobile, I can not even move my head from side to side. The village women have left me completely clothed, except that they have made certain to leave me barefoot; I vaguely recall one of the ladies snickering about how soft my feet were, and so I suppose I have been left this way to discourage me from wandering off in case I manage to free myself.

I busy myself with attempting to worry loose the knots at my wrists when the first of the pixies arrives, a tiny maiden with light, golden hair streaming about her tiny shoulders, about four inches in height, perfectly nude, fair of face and body, with silvery, translucent wings which are nearly as tall as she. She lands on my thigh, rests her tiny fists on her naked hips, and regards me with an approving smirk.

Two others, and then three more, arrive now, landing on my legs. They are identical to the first. They speak to each other. Their voices are so light in volume that I can not hear them, but it is obvious that they are agreeing with each other that I am quite a prize.

The last of these identical pixie girls arrives and hovers around my face, her little, humming wings almost invisible in their quickness. She carries with her a brownish grey wren's feather. It is only an inch or so in length and a half-inch in width, yet she brandishes it in her delicate little hands like a sword. Hovering in front of my face, she extends the feather toward me and flicks its tip back and forth across the tip of my nose. It tickles maddeningly, and I twitch my nose.

My response elicits an eruption of gleeful giggling from the other pixies, and as the one before my face continues to tickle my nose with the feather, I realize with sudden panic that the others are now flying directly toward my sensitive bare feet!

Two pixies land on the straps around my ankles, lean forward, and begin to lovingly caress the tops of my feet with the soft palms of their tiny hands. The other four congregate at my bare soles, lightly scratching long lines along my arches and heels with their tiny fingernails. The maiden who has been tickling my nose now joins her friends at my feet, brushing underneath my wiggling toes with her feather. Immobile as I am, all I can do is helplessly laugh at the top of my lungs. The two on my ankles now begin to trace the tops of my feet with long licks from their tiny tongues. The five at my soles become more frantic with their tickling, quickly searching every crease of my bare soles with tiny, probing fingernails.

The one with the feather now flutters toward my crotch, undoing my trousers and revealing my manhood, which has become erect and swollen with longing, and she begins to run the edges of her feather up and down the sides of my shaft with long, merciless strokes. I am frantic with lust and high-pitched shrieks of laughter as my cock and my feet are tickled and tickled. The pixie at my cock flutters her silver wings and hovers over the glans, which is now red with anticipation, and quickly flicks the feather's tip across the head of my penis, over and over, tickling and tickling. The girls at my feet are now biting and scratching in earnest, tickling and tickling every bit of bare skin they can find. The torturous tickling of my feet is unnerving, drawing from me endless bouts of uncontrolled laughter, while the incessant tickling of the head of my cock is enough to drive me wild with lust, yet not enough to bring me to climax. I scream with laughter for mercy, and the tickling goes on and on . . .

. . . and then suddenly stops. Through the drying tears in my eyes, I see that the blond haired pixies have abandoned me to greet another pixie girl that has just arrived, identical in every way to the tiny maidens that have tortured me for hours, except for her raven hair. The pixie who had taken such delight in teasing my manhood hands her feather to the dark haired fairy, turns to me and waves good-bye. She and her golden haired sisters depart, their giggling quickly fading as they disappear into the woods.

I am left alone with the raven haired pixie and her feather, but not for long, for other dark haired pixies soon arrive, hovering around me, giggling. The panic wells within me as I realize that . . .

. . . now it is their turn!

[missamyrisa2]

Irish fairies capture Miss Amy and tickle her silly all over to hear her laugh. Their tiny fingers and feathery wings tickling all over. A pair of them begin to step dance on your flower belt, making the cute but teasy tapping sounds that Miss Amy loves. You are now their human tickle toy to play with, and they never let go 😉

Ghhhhaaaa~!! I'm dyyying at this because I always remember this story I read a long time ago where this guy is captured by forest folk and left tied to a tree so that the pixies could have their way with him ~ and it's very like thissss with tiny tickles and eventual tinyyyy feather edginggg~!

Mmmmhh and you took it to that extra hot level though ohh my goosssshhhh two teasyyy gigglyyy taunting fairies dancing on the flower I would be a gasping giggling moaning messsss at thattt every little tap and twirl driving me battyyyy~ and sooo ticklish to allll those touchessss ghaaa~ trying soooo desperate to buck them offff of mee and end the tappppssss but of courseee even if I can they just flutter right back and tauntttt with those distinctive squeakyyy voicesss and sassy finger wags~ <33

[missamyrisa2]

Saturday morning listening to the first Garbage album (which is amazinggg by the way) ` and I can't help but keep thinking about this hotshot 20ish guy who somehow charms his way far above his league and bites off wayyy more than he can handle when he courts a highly experienced insatiable older woman of class & curves & elegance ~ who is quite entertained at his lack of bedroom prowess, and how the slightest touch of her nails sets off his sensitive body and how her ample form & confidence overwhelms his silly princely part ~ she didn't get the powerful man she was desiring to take her~ but instead found a new joy in playing with her ticklish boytoy allll nightttt and making him sooo yelpyyy & wanttyy~<3

[missamyrisa2]

Could you maybe send some tickles for chubby lees? They deserve the love too, and their royal buttons could perk up over time...~

Oooh my goshhh yesss alwayssss alwayssss I alwaysss have ticklesss for you~~ youuu adorable fluffyyyyy giggleeeee~!! You're just soooo lovely and exquisite and I'm sorryyyy but I'm gonna have to kisssss kisss everyyyy bit of your curvyyyyy curvy cutenesss~!! And it's oooh yes gonna start riiiight on this sideeee mmhmmm just buryyy my lips in here and kisss raspberry to get you wiggling so sweetlyyy! Aww does someone have a fluffyyy soft cute tummmyyy? Mmmh? Sooo perfect for thumb rubbiesss oooh yesss rubbing rolling these thumbs up and downnnn and mmmh ~ mmhmm yesss my wiggly soft tongue is gonna just dip in and see what we've got going on down hereeee ~

Hmmmhmmhmmm ~ a giggle button huhh? Yesss we'd better dip in and out and in and out with my tongue tongue and get alllll those giggles outtttt~ and nooo we're not stooopping thereeee! I see those quivery thighs oooh yesss I dooooo yes I doooo doooo~ And don't worry your bouncy selfff I'll just oooh ~ I'll work these lovelyyyy elegant hipsss with my rubbies while I kiss kiss kiss everyyy bit of these gorgeouslyyyy full thighsss~

Mmmhh you're soooo luxurioussssly ticklyyyy ~ darling I could spider my fingers and kisss and nibble lick your lovelyyyy ticklish legsss allll dayyy oh yes I couldddd and I just adoree how your bellyyyy wiggles for meeee~ and don't think I don't seeee what's happening with those regal chest buttonsss ~ ooh I know exactlyyy what my tickles are doing to youu~ and I thinkkkk you neeeed buttonyy kissesss mmhmmm~ lets get the ol triangulated ticklesss going shall weeee? My wigglyyyy wriggly scrunchy fingers are gonna getchaaa mmhmm yes they areeee~ gonna get those pittiesssss! Arms up sugar, keep them upppp~ and then we tickle these extra soft exquisite pittiessss and your upper riiiibss and the oooh yesss the sideboooooob!

My my my look at how you squirm for meeeee~ ooh my tickles reallyyyy work huh? Awwww does it feel good hun? My fingers digging into these cute pitssss and working your ribs and those edge boobssss? Are you just my gigglyyyy cupcake huhhhh? I think you've earned some buttonyyyy kisssiesss!! Muuuahh right on your button hereee and one hereeee tooooo!! Don't you worry your gigglyyy self I'll tickle you alll the way through you just let it alll out nowwww! Ticklesss on the sides heree and pitss thereee and kisssiessss muahhh on your royal girly chest buttons mmhmm~ good thing I have this silly big lower lip huh? It's sooo perfect for brushing ticklish buttons~

And speaking of buttonsssss~ ooh yesss I think you're plenty prewarmed oh yes I dooo yes I doooo~ soo let's just see hereeee hmmm what do we have hereee ~ open those thighs nowwww mmhmm and here's kissiess for those gorgeoussss inner thighsss~ you're sooo lovely my darlingg~ mmmh ~ and don't worryyy I'm not stopping the ticklesss we'll tickle tickle tickle those thighssss with my fingers and oooh look~ a feather duster! Dustty dustyyy dustyy on those thighssss and you can bounce yourself silllyy because I'm kissying down to that regal girly pearlyyyy oooh yes I amm~ and there's nothing you can dooo to stop meee!

I'm gonna getttt ittt! I'm gonna getchyaaaa I'm gonna gitchy gitchy goooo on your pearlyyyy~ mmmuahhh kissiesss riiight there ~ aww ever the volunteer for tickles and teases huhh? Soooo needyyyy so sweeettt~ but oooh just the liiightest of kissiesss and lip brushiesss for your button buttony while alll these tickles fluff and stroke on your thighsss and up to your hipppsss and ooh yes all the way to your bellyyy toooo!

Oh darling my lovely fluffy tickle bugg~ you can ticklegasm alllll you likeeee just gigglemoan it out for meee and I'll tickle you and tease you and work your royal button allll the way through~~<33

[missamyrisa2]

Miss amy would you ever hand out spankings :3

Yeaaaa~ buttttt they're going to be sooooo ticklyyy~ in particular~~ I'm going to be handing down some spankssss when I have you over my lap and I start using this stiff lil feather between your tushy cheeks and every time you clench or squeeze it's spankety spankety spanketyyyyy~!! Oooh it's just sooo ticklyy huhhh~ you gotta relax darling relaxxxx ~ it's just a feather going upppp up that lil royal crevice and if youuuuu clench oooh ah ah ahhhh~ I said unclench those cheeks darling~~ you know what that meanssss oooh I thinkkkk mmh five palmyyyy kissesss on eachhh of your tush tush cheeks ~ yesss that'll do ittt ~ now now nowww don't fret just take your medicine cutie pieee and we'll get riiight back to the feather ~ mmhmm there's oneee and twoooo spanksss and oooh sooo dramatic ~ come on now, buck up and take it like a good one ~ and mmhmm three and fouuuur and my my my myyyyyyy you are getting so pink down here~ sooo naughtyyy ~

Whyyy, I dooo believe we need mmmh something exxxxtra for such a naughty cutieee ~ yesss mmhmm yes we doooo ~ nowww hold still, this miiiight tickle a little ~ we're gonna take ms duster and fluttter flusterrr your naughty wicked bootyyy mmhmmm ~ she'll get you niiice and fixed up oh yess she will ~ now don't squirmmm don't fidget you just take your pinkyyy ticklessss like I know you cannnn ~ ooh yesss oh my god is right you are sooo badddd ~ let it alll outttt ~ mmhmm bounce that wickedness outttt ~ there's still one more spankyyyy waiting for youuu so save your strengthhhh ~ mmmh and it's gonna be a big oneee believe you meeeee~ tsk tsk tsk look at thattt still clenching huh? Well no matter ~ here it comesssss ~ awww it doesn't tingle that bad does ittt? Yeahhh it doesss mmmh? Well let's see how your tush curves do with a little blush shall weee?

Oh don't worry ~~ my feather will be right back to test your clenchies again buttttt first you neeeed to be blushed right under the cheekies because you are just soooo cheekyyy~ yesss fitting punishment for a naughty lil cutieee~ and let's just seee how pink we can get you down hereeee ~ mmmhmmm how does it feel? It tickles! Well I never would have guessed ~ ooh tell me how you really feel~ mmhmm nooo you're gonna stay right here on my lappy lap and we'll get you alll the spanks and tickles you need ~ this is good for you darling, this is where you belong ~ mmhmm mhmmm~ and now that you're sooo pinkened up we can try again ~ nowww, from the topppp~ and don't you dare clench those cheeekiessss or you knowww what I'll have to do to youuu~<3

[missamyrisa2]

hey miss amy, so i’m kind of a lean-buff guy hehe but i’ve always had this fantasy of being a superhero.. wearing tight spandex, working out in a gym when suddenly i smell laughing gas while i lift my dumbbells.. and then being ambushed by henchmen tickling my sweaty muscles- could you tease me about that? hehe i’m also really weak to baby teases

"Awww~ who's a ticklish boy then?" You struggle and throw your strength in all directions, your muscles straining and flexing impressively ~ but ultimately with useless fervor as the gas has seeped in and done its work. Your superhero form shakes and wavers, clumsily flailing around. Their teasing and taunting makes it worse. You try not to let it bother you ~ after all, you've put a hundred if not five hundred of these underlings away since you arrived in the city and started cleaning up the streets. But this time they prepped and planned.

The sweat flies and you cry out in battle, your swing sailing harmlessly past a smirking masked flunky. The wiggly fingers are deft and find their target while you're still trying to recover. Your cheeks burn with blush as you feel the attention of the gym patrons. Moments ago they watched in awe as the local good guy was showing off on the racks, and now they watch in knowing smiles as you struggle to contain your laughs. "C'mon now, don't hold back. You're really not laughing hard enough Mr. Hero, Mr. Tough Guy. Are you tough enough? Or are you a snickering silly little boy?"

Your scream of protest only spurs them on further. Your skin is alight in strain and frustration, glistening as you thrash to one side finally sending the armpit tickler away, but they are quickly replaced with a pair of hands squeezing down your sides taking full advantage of the tight material hugging your sensitive skin. All those muscles flex but prove useless as knowing fingers work up and down. "Coochie coochie cooo! We got youuu!" The infuriating taunts put you further into their tickly hands as they swarm, working up your legs with knowing massages and clamping grasps. A feather comes out of nowhere and torments your ear and neck, just the icing on the cake of this utter humiliation in the gym.

But that's nothing compared to the indignity of the squeaks you can't help but make as pinching fingers start exploring your backside, teasing and tickling at each booty cheek along the liner of your little hero outfit. "Oooh ~ does someone have a ticklish tush then? Does our boytoy have a ticklish tushyyyyy~?" You scream out trying to find the growls as your rear is repeatedly goosed, and it only makes things worse. Between the leg tickles and butt tickles, your body gives out on the lower range and you're taken to the mat. It almost seems surreal, looking up to see the spread of wiggling fingers, as if a tickle machine with a hundred hands suddenly appeared. You roll and flail and buck, their hands just taking a victory lap now digging into your underarms and poking your belly and rubbing your thighs ~ turning to poke and stroke away at your back and butt whenever you roll~ and joining those tickles are the patient foot ticklers who have slipped the bristly cleaning brushes onto their hands and are now heartily working away to bully your kicking feet.

The ringleader of the operation is cooing and taunting with the feather at your ear now~

"Tickle tickle tickle Mr. tough hero guy. Let's see how you squeal for us noww~ The boss is going to reward us so handsomely for your handsome ass but we're gonna have our fun first. After the gym it's back to our clubhouse and you're definitely losing that little outfit so we can realllly explore allll your ticklish muscles and give you the workout you so deserve~ you're gonna be our little heroic boytoy allll night!"

[missamyrisa2]

I hope you don't notice my ticklish princess parts! 🫣

Why of course I did sillyyyyy~ I notice how your hips tremble and buck so sweetlyyyy knowing they're carrying those lovelyyyyy royal parts up for some lovee~ I can't help but seee how your lips quiver and slip the gigglygaspssss when my feather starts trailing those quaking thighssss~ and I absolutely didn't misssss your belllyyyy yes your bellyyy bouncing and twitching taking all that sensation all those giggles and wiggles and showing off for meeee~ whyyy your body just betrayed you didn't it darling? It's presenting alll this ticklish sparklyyyy area for me to tease and taunt with just my silly little feather feather~! Maybe you can tell meeeee what you don't notice about this feather while I draw it upppp and down and siiide to sideee on your princess partssss~ exploring alll your royal chamber~ does it ticklee? mmmm? Tell me darling ~ telllll me how it tiiiicklesss~<3

[missamyrisa2]

scrub brushes

Miss Amy…I simply loved to see you use scrubby brushes!  they along with buffers (and of course cleaning machines) are my most make me melt tools…and you do it perfectly!  scrub brushes it seems are often forgotten to be used…along with those good old boar bristled like antique hairbrush…now THOSE on feet are mind blowing!  

keep up the excellent work of keeping us all melted with tickles!

(Eeeee~~~!! I love thisssss~ scrubby brushes are just soooo amazing because they’re so likeee ~merry~ y’know? I always talk about tickle tools merrily tickling away and the scrubby brushes just fit that sooo perfectly, in their name and how they can glide up and down and work earnestly on a ticklish feetsiesss and along ticklish siiides and ticklish thiiighsss~ and it slots soooo superbly with a manic tickle machine who can hold you spread alll gently open and beam down at you as your struggle, sending in those brushes and moving them in alternate motions to taunt your wriggling bodyyyy~ and silly as it sounds it would be soooo teasyyy hotttt for the scrub a dub dub machine to be whistling while it works on youuu, polishing allll that skin and only using the finestttt of antique hardware with its precise robotic handsss~<3)

#submission

[missamyrisa2]

the more I work out and the fitter I get, the more susceptible I become to verbal teases and the more tickles just mmmmhh drive meee crazyyyyy because I stilllll can't defend against that bullying and it's just notttt fairrrr~~

[missamyrisa2]

Asmr, but it's nails tapping and teasing miss Amy's belt buckle. Whispering words like "tickle" "coochie coo" "goochie goo" all in your ears. It would be perfect for Miss Amy to watch with headphones so you get the full experience. The sounds and whispers tickling your ears and brain.

okayyyyy #1 how dare youuuuu~~~

but #2 I would be able to tolerate like five seconds before gasping into a giggly blush mush pile of trembling overload~~!

and finallyyyyyyy ghhhaa I shouldn't even sayyy ittt but you just have noooo ideaaaa howww much it wrecks meee when someone says goochie goo instead of coochie coooo it's just like mmmhhh wayyy teasierrrr to me for some reason and I can't stannnnddd ittt!!

[missamyrisa2]

A torture room for Miss Amy called the Tapping Room, and the ladies there tease and torture miss Amy with all the different ways to make those tap sounds that tickle Amy's brain and ears

okayyyyy seriousssslyyy you guyyyyyyssss~!! mmmmh this isn't fairrrrr!!

The doors slide open with, what else~ a tap. Their heels click across the tile floor and I'm already exploding with blush and struggles in the padded restraints. I try to calm my struggles as the tiny clappers on each wrist and ankle restraint can be set off by the most dramatic reactions in my body. The ladies are nonchalant as usual, decked out in the business-like attire of white skirts and black blazers. Every step of theirs, every motion is a tease. They wear clicking bracelets on their wrists. Their multi-tiered metal necklaces glint in the overhead lights with heart and star charms, tapping against one another.

But I can barely protest against their teasing outfits when one of them unceremoniously picks up a tuning fork and smacks it against the metal table next to my head. I scream with a giggle as the sound twirls into my ears sending tickly sensation across my face and ricocheting down my body. And then I'm gasping even more as she clicks her loud pen right by the same ear before holding the clipboard close to me and scratching in notes. I'm already whimpering, already begging for them to stop. She looks down with a glance of contempt and a slight smirk before taking her pen to idly start tapping it across her necklace.

My first tapper steps back and immediately the next is there, an especially curvy tapper wearing a big waistbelt on her skirt with a shiny silver buckle. Unlike the first tapper she can't contain her smirk and is beaming at me as her nails wiggle and float towards that metal. I'm puling and bucking, setting off clappers but I don't care ~ I plead and squeal through it begging her not to do it. But she pays me no heed and starts tapping pretending as if it were just an idle activity, tapping rapidly away at her belt buckle with those clicky nails.

The tickles explode across my tummy, bouncing and trembling unable to contain my reactions. They haven't even touched directly and I'm a weak begging mess on the table. But the touches do indeed start~ another tapper has entered the room and makes no hesitation to head right for my flower belt buckle, which has been bobbing and bouncing on my midsection this entire time. She grasps my hip with a smile and starts testing each petal. My screams and giggles echo across the chamber. And get higher pitched when I realize they've installed new tools near the ceiling, little spinning clappers pinging metal on metal activated by the high volume of sounds.

Worse still, my tiny shorts can never hope to compare what the sounds and indirect tickles are doing to my princess part. The swell grows to their satisfaction and then I'm whimpering all over again as I see the ladies equip themselves with the special tuning forks. Etched with feathers, curved to match a particular surface, and absolutely deadly in their hands~ I shake my head weakly, wearily as they move in and one my one begin tapping their tools on my flower to set them off. I beg nonsense ~ mercy is impossible but maybe the right amount of words will slow them down. No such luck, the pinging has me arched and trying to bite my arm for support ~ the flower visibly vibrates, taking every tap on the petals.

But even that is soon forgotten as they begin applying their buzzing forks to my feet. They press the cold metal to the gap under my toes, perfectly fitting into the curves and it's like a thousand trembling fingers settling into my death spot. The taps are all around, the tickles are hotwiring my body in record time. My shorts bounce and quake ~ the ladies show no mercy, following every twitch and twist keeping their forks against my feet as I yelp and mewl desperately ~ occasionally tapping my flower or their own metal accessories to reapply the buzz. With a raising squeal and breathless giggling gasp, I can take no more and my princess part releases its tension, but not before the curvy one swiftly moves up and adds the extra agony by first gently tracing her nails across my swollen spot in the shorts to find my absolute death zone ~ and then taking the fork, tapping her buckle and holding it right to that spot to tingle and tease every step of my ticklegasm~ holding it snug as the tiny little wet spot grows~<3

[missamyrisa2]

Ohh Miss aaaammyyyy~ I think you're late for your regular tickle check-up! You know, when we test all your spots to see if you're still ticklish giggly? That's right Missy, now letXs please get these peskh boots off and that pretty purpley cardigan~

Oh! Don't mind the little robot hands grabbing you and holding you down on my exam table, you know how it is~

Let's see... Hmm~ just getting all my tools ready... do you wanna start with the feathers on your little toes... ooor should we get some medical grade soft toothbrushes (these are real btw, look'em up!) on your pretty neck?

FFFFF~~ okayyyyy okay okayyyy check-upppp? There's mmmh nothing wrong with my feeeeet I need my coveringsss and okayy butttt my cardigan is mmh neededd tooooo~ hey it's cute right? So just let me keeep that on pleaseee and okayy whoooa nowww those are robots hiiiii little bots are you gonna yess you areee mmh gahhh you're soo stronggg!! Leggooooo~ nhh that's a padded table this is paddedddd table! And I'm on ittt and okayyyy I can't stop saying thattt but okayyy let's see some credentialsss!! Because I have a hunch this isn't regulation size and y'know that's a bigggg violation of section penal code article of statute 409 and mmmmhhhh heyy let's talk about how hunch is a funnnyy wordd! I'll get you a free lunch what do you sayyyyy heyyy let's playyyy in the hayy hay isn't for horrrrssesss!! Not the brushesss pleheheaseeee not under my toesssss whyy are these a thing and that's both for those stupid brushes and for my death spotssss you don't even knowww what you're doing to meeee!!!

(I'm dyinggg because I did indeeeed have a checkup today and it wasn't super ticklyyy but I was blushing dyinggg at the thought of it going that wayyyy~~)

[missamyrisa2]

You are going to be haunted by the tickle ghost. They will just tickle you randomly throughout the day on any exposed skin from your outfit. You can hear the ethereal "coochie coochie coos" and "tickle tickle tickle" in your ears 👂 At night you are pinned to your bed and the ghost just tickles your whole body to bits. Feathery ticklish feelings all over you.

"holllllyyyy helllllll is it a cursed take Amyyyy to tickle helll dayyyy?? whyyy are you even a thingggg!! mmmhhh okay okayy okayyyyyy~!!"

My hissing whispers fall apart from my trembling lips as once again the tickle ghost has been up to those mischievous tickles ~ how unfortunate for a slightly chilly day when I wear a cropped sweater that my slash of sparkle zone is completely vulnerable to these invisible tickly machinations~!

"Mmmhh shutttuppp noooo coochie coooo ~ ghhaa don't you have a taco to appear in or somethinggg? Freak out some old codger by making their wall look like a faaaACEEE heeeyy sorry just a little face spasmmm!! Face face face I just like to say that word y'knowww? Face your fun?" I babble and twist in my stride, trying to save face with my blushing embarrassing antics with everyone I pass in the office. Knowing smirks and snickers are heard, either they just expect my silliness now or someone knowssss about this ghost~!

The next meeting is an absolute mess. I try to calm my body, stop my belly from visibly twitching. The perky girl in accounting catches sight of me battling my tummy and asks if I'm hungry. "You're doing the tum tum dance!" She squeaks, pointing that obnoxiously sparkly pink nail towards my visible line of trembling midsection. The ghost whispers again and I slap my hand on the conference room table.

"Justttttt! Just mmmmhh tacoooooo! HELL-o! Anyone want some jello I mean what the helllllooo yelllowww!!" I gyrate and twist, my outfit becoming a tickle outfit within a blink of the eye, feeling the squeeze across my hips from the beltline, my underarms exploding in taunting sensations as my arms flap like wings.

"Amy dear, calm yourself. Here let me help~" she springs up and slides her arms around my waist and that's it~ That's the end of any semblance of sanity I had for the day. I'm cackling with giggles, twisting madly trying to endure as the voice continues like twisting feather probes going into each ear ~ alternating back and forth to make me snickergasp madlyy~ my other colleagues gather and watch the hysterics, certainly enjoying my gyrations and bucks and arches as the ghostly embeds tickles across my outfit from under my knees to my royal chest buttons, over my hips and especially along the waistline. The last I recall is arching my back up with my midsection skyward in a ridiculously high pitched giggle and someone was heard to remark "oh she has the cutest belt buckle" and with a tap on the flower ~ I was gone~

Someone brought me back home~ and I somehow stumbled into bed to recover from my ghostly encounter. My outfit lay tossed into the closet and safely closed away. I was sure the tickles would go with it as I stretched out in my barely nothing sleepwear ~ and found myself facing an invisible weight. Oh suuuuugarrr~ my visitor returned, and was not in fact some sort of outfit apparition. My cackles filled the room, my body stuck in a sleep paralysis as the tickles started billowing up under my toes. "Mmmhhphh! pleeeease nooooo nonooo no tickle!!" I beg to the void, trying to roll free. But the only answer is the same taunt, the coochie coochie cooo wistful in my ears~

I wearily looked to one side~ and the clock merrily showed that the evening had only just begun.

[missamyrisa2]

the undeniable indomitable ticklee wannnnnt to be sitting by the water watching the waves as your tickler sits behind you and casually slips their fingers into the armholes of your top to start tickling your royal chest buttons~<3

[missamyrisa2]

feeling the gentle breeze as you lay on the fluffy blanket spread over this dandelion-soaked meadow ~ your arms & legs gently spread and restrained to stakes at each corner ~ all that breeze caressing over your body to be joined by the plucked yellow soft flowers grazing allll over your tickle spotssss~ the stems trailing your hotlines with feather-light attention, the buds hugging the giggle zones, the flowers kissing your buttons~~ and you can just be as vocal as you like because it's not stoppping~~ and we have alllll afternooon to do these floral ticklesssss~ <3

[missamyrisa2]

MISS AMY! Is that an adorable button lacking tickles i see?! No no no this just won't do. I'll go get my feathers and electric toothbrush for that button.

mmmmhhh whyyyyy nooooo heavens, perish the thoughttttt~ this is ummhh a non-adorable button in noooo neeeed of ticklesss! In fact this isn't a button at all! It's an illuuuuuusion~~ soooo let's just heyyy you have feathers AND a toothbrush? Wowww that is amazinggg and we should definitely, definitely go find a ticklish button to make good use of them which is y'knowwww anyyy direction thatawayyyy away from meeee? Mmmh oh my goossh you're gonna tickle me aren't youuuu~

[missamyrisa2]

the faux concern of "oooh what's gonna happen? what's gonna happen huhhhh??" as the magic wand buzzes and circles your royal button ~ and right as it connects and you show me exactly what's gonna happen when those tickly vibes hum on your royal spot, my nails skitter wildly across your upper body to catch and tickle and taunt on your every reaction~<3

#that's tickle hot