Caution: Certified knismopath.
Al, 32 M, from the UK, switch but mostly ler. NSFW, no minors. Interrogation and extreme bondage are specialities. Actively seeking lees who share this passion for intense tickle torture. Enquire within...
if i weren’t so shy i’d love to give myself entirely to someone like you. the thought of having my feet subjected to the most merciless, mindbreaking tickle torture while i can’t move an inch to stop it makes me so wet. i wanna be an objectified tickle toy so bad it drives me crazy
Don't be shy, I don't bite... well, I do but only lightly to tickle 😈
Do you ever wonder who in the world, at this precise moment, is being tickle tortured the worst?
Is there someone out there right now, about to break?
Is somebody mummified, senses deprived, screaming into a gag as their soles are tormented?
Is some newcomer, who thought it wouldn't be so bad, discovering that toetie stocks render them so helpless that they may in fact safeword?
Is somebody trembling with anticipation, naked as the last restraint is applied, listening as the timer begins to tick, wondering whether they will resist the interrogation?
Is someone discovering that an unconventional spot they've never had tickled before, is their new weakness?
Is somebody on a rack, having their medieval fantasies brought to ticklish fruition?
Is someone, at this very moment, somewhere in the world, the person being tickled tortured the most intensely?
Oh, to have a simple job where anonymous Lees are laid before me with a simple instruction:
Break as many as possible every day.
It doesn't matter who they are, you could pass them on the street the next day and they'd never know you had tortured them. They simply must be broken.
And bear in mind, when the time limit expires, if you're still tied up you are getting tickle tortured. No pressure.
When you’re going to enter a bondage escape challenge, always keep in mind that the challenge is going to be a lot more difficult to escape from than the practices at home. And there is a big risk that you won’t be able to escape the escape challenge. 🤭
The interrogator slid open the left hatch, and began his questioning. These budget cuts had him literally working three times harder, having to run three interrogations at once for "efficiency savings". Sigh.
Predictably, the first prisoner claimed not to know anything about any codes. He closed her hatch, and administered another dose of sensitivity gas into the box her head was in, hearing the muffled laughter change in pitch as it kicked in, the tickle bot continuing its tireless work.
He opened the middle hatch, and began his questioning. Another tough girl, she claimed she didn't know anything about the location of the guerilla hideout. He closed the hatch, administered her a dose of the sensitivity gas. The prisoner's bare feet really strained in the stocks, she was a screamer. Ugh, this was going to be a long day.
Hatch number three opened. The prisoner within must have been insanely sensitive, she immediately started babbling a stream of numbers, which was a strange response as the paperwork said she was supposed to be in for a confession of tax evasion...
He closed the hatch, and gave her a dose of the gas for good measure. Shuffling paperwork, he debated going to admin for clarity... but the bosses would dock his pay for wasted time. No, he had to sort this. But there was the possibility they were in cahoots, trying to throw him off with inaccurate information...
He opened all three hatches, and was greeted by a cacophony of tormented laughter and muddled coordinates, codes, and confessions as the three women begged for the machines to stop tickling the soles of their artificially sensitised feet.
"Ladies, there seems to have been some kind of mixup. It is possible I am asking the wrong questions to each of you. However, I have to exercise due diligence and determine which of you is meant to give up what information. So, bear with me. We'll get this sorted out, then we can all go home- well, to your cells. It's Friday, so let's get this done..."
He closed the middle and right hatches, and dosed them up again.
"So, number one, let's get started. What is the code, where is the base, and/or, confess!"
Number one cackled hysterically, but managed to squeeze out between the laughs "I'll... I'll nehehever talk!".
Oh for God's sake... I'm going to be here forever. He closed the hatch, dosed her up, and reached for his phone to tell his wife he'd be late for dinner.