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Wednesday, May 19th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
I’m sorry, but you do indeed gotta hand it to this ogre for making creative use of available sexual resources. Using a pair of tightly tied feet as a masturbatory aid is clever. But tickling the feet to stimulate enjoyable motions is, quite possibly, fetish genius:
The complete artwork (of which the above is but a detail) contains within it a caption suggesting that this scene began as an interrogation. But our bondage tickle victim swears she’s told everything she knows, and yet this vicious torment continues! She seems puzzled by this, but as for me? I am not!
Art is by em-car, whose Patreon seems to have been pornocalypsed.
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Friday, February 5th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
I don’t know about you, but to me it looks a lot like this lesbian lingerie make-out party is heating up really fast:
Via Kinky Delight.
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Saturday, November 14th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
Burying someone in the sand is one of the fun crypto-bondage activities. I have some ideas about what to do with those helplessly exposed feet…
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Saturday, November 24th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
This photo comes from a shoot originally done for a site called My Friend’s Feet, but it’s currently being distributed via Kink Unlimited:
However, it will probably come as no surprise that a dude who maintains bondage stocks in his living room and tickles his “friends” beyond all mercy with an electric toothbrush also gives them handjobs while their hands and feet are tied. That’s a friendly thing to do, right?
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Friday, December 27th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
How do you tickle a snail-girl out of her shell? Like this:
This is The Ticklish Snail by Leo Putz, circa 1914. Via Kinky Delight.
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Sunday, September 15th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Tickling his feet is only the very start of the sexual revenge they had on this perverted electrician:
Picture is from the members area at Men On Edge, from a recent update.
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Wednesday, March 20th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
You know the old saw about how it’s impossible to tickle yourself? It’s true for me, but I’m not sure it’s true for this harem dancer:
Artist is Konstantin Razumov.
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Wednesday, October 19th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Tickling therapy. She hates it, but she needs it:
And that’s just one of the alternative therapies this nurse provides!
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Tuesday, December 28th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Kids these days, with their fancy whips and their cattle prods and their Samurai electro-probes and their leaping straight for the clitorises…
Why, there used to be a time when, you had a woman tied up, it was OK to just tease her a little, you didn’t need to put on a circus:
Via Bondage Blog.
Thursday, February 26th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
I hate to borrow from Kinky Delight two days running, but Sybil Hawthorne’s expression as her feet get tickled is too priceless not to show you:
Image credit: Hogtied.com.
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Wednesday, December 19th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
In which Fifi fails to use her words, but Monmouth figures it out anyway:
Fifi pulled away and lunged for the toy box, pulling out a small, flexible vibrator and a lube dispenser. She put her hands around my neck and kissed me, still holding these things. Then, cocking her head in a faux coy manner she held up the vibe and smiled prettily.
“What? What do you want me to do with this?”
“Um, my arse?”
“You want me to put this in your ass?”
“Mmhmm,” she nodded, eyes wide, and got back on all fours, wiggling her bum at me in a most applealing manner.
I lubed the vibrator thoroughly, enjoying the view of her open and waiting like that, the glistening pink of her pussy waiting for my cock to return.
“Oh fuck… mmmm.” Fifi was impatient. My cock slid easily into the wet tightness of her cunt. I began to fuck her slowly. Then, when she seemed to start getting a little frustrated, I twisted the knob on the vibe to the lowest setting and placed it against the pouting circle of her ass.
Pushing the toy in slowly, carefully, I enjoyed the vibrating sensation traveling down to the base of my cock. Fifi was quiet, concentrating on the spreading, tightening, pressing sensation filling her pussy and arse at the same time with throbbing, vibrating pleasure.
The soft vibe was bendy enough to fit up her bum without getting in my way while I fucked her. Once it was in as far as it went, the fat base resting against the stretched rim of her anus, I dialed up the intensity of the vibration. Fifi moaned deeply, burying her face in the cushions and pressing back against me, taking my cock in as far as possible. Her orgasm was building, and I couldn’t hold back much longer with the twitching tightness of her cunt clutching my cock and the vibrations tickling me all along the top. It was too intense to last.
Suddenly Fifi reached back with her hand and grasped the base of the vibrator. Firmly, rhythmically she began to fuck herself with it, in time with the thrusting of my hips.
“Harder… fuckfuck…” she growled, letting go of the buzzing sex toy to allow me to pound into her with the full force of my weight. Her orgasm seemed to last and last, rolling on with moans and whimpers, gripping my cock with an irresistible invitation to let go and come inside her.
I withdrew very slowly, removing both my cock and the buzzing toy carefully.
On our backs, recovering, Fifi sighed. “When fucking, it’s incredible how difficult it is to just say the simplest things, don’t you think?”
Thursday, July 26th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Ah, the long hot days of summer, the picnics, the lounging in the shade, the naked girls tickling each other with bits of foilage:
From the newish and very pretty Eye Candy Blog.
Monday, May 21st, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Susie Bright has created an Amazon list of must-have sex stuff, and in explaining the list, she’s dashed off several valuable mini essays on vibrators (wall current rules, battery-operated sucks, The Rabbit isn’t all that), lube, and the history of the sex toy industry. The lube portion I particularly like, because she simplifies down to the essentials:
Sex educators are famous for a particular cliche: “communication and lubrication” are what make people happy in bed. But truer words were never spoken.
So, given that essential fact, what lube do you get? My Amazon list is a little truncated because of what I could list on their site.
Vegetable oil is fantastic. Pre-AIDS, it was my lube of choice. If you’re aren’t using condoms, get your favorite oil– almond is really nice, maybe add a little coconut to make it creamy– and go at it. Or just grab the olive oil off the kitchen counter if time is of the essence. It feels great, it won’t hurt you, it’s sexy…. who could ask for more?
For water-soluble lubes, I always liked Probe because it has no taste! The biggest hassle with commercial lubes is that they usually taste AWFUL and make oral sex completely undesirable.
Are there other taste and scent-free lubes? Yes, Probe is my old tried-and-true. Works great with condoms, doesn’t make you ill, doesn’t cause cancer… what a treasure!
However, sometimes you need a lube that goes BEYOND. Sometimes the drugs you’re on, or menopause, can turn you into a prune. How do you get that high-flying crazy slippery feeling that goes on and on and on?
Silicone lube.
That’s why I recommended Liquid Silk for my desert island. It also is the first lube that makes hot tub and shower sex possible and even fun. It’s not water soluble– you’ll have that slippery feeling in your vagina or ass for several hours. But the slickness is so intoxicating. Just don’t use it with other silicone products or they gum each other up! Get that spatula out of your hot tub!
I do, however, find an important omission in Susie’s discussion of power sources for vibrators. She writes:
1) Electricity is essential. I don’t care what sex toy retailers say about battery-operated vibes– the main reason they push them is because they are dirt cheap, (wholesale), and they are lightweight to ship and transport (without the batts, of course!). A Hitachi magic wand is only marked up double its cost to the retailer… so if it’s $40, maybe they paid $20.
But a battery vibe might be a dollar to them and they’ll sell it for $10 or $20.
This reasoning has nothing to do with how it feels, or if women can get off on it. And the “sound” of batteries vibrating against plastic doesn’t mean it’s powerful. They can make an awful racket and not deliver any appreciable sensation.
Can women get off on battery-vibes? YES, some can, some are their mother’s darlings– I’m not on a crusade to get rid of them. But the reason they are hyped the way they are is because of money, not because of universal sexual satisfaction.
The vibrators that are produced by the mainstream appliance manufacturers like Hitachi and Wahl, were originally introduced as “massagers.” They’re quality appliances that will last years and years. I still have the first ones I ever bought in 1981. They have warranties. They have a following that’s been going for decades, based on technology that’s over a century old now.
I always hated selling a woman a battery-operated model for her first vibrator because there was a 50% chance she’d find the whole thing a hoax. However, if I sold her a motor-driven or coil-operated electric model, she’d come out of the ‘try-out’ room with this amazed look on her face, and say, ‘OH! I GET IT NOW!”
I agree wholeheartedly about the puny vibrations you can get from a couple of “C” or even “AA” batteries. When I’ve got a vibrator in one hand and a lady’s labia and clitoral hood in the other, I want some serious jiggle and buzz. “Can you feel it now?” is not the game I am here to play. I have pink bits to vibrate and I want them V*i*B*R*a*T*e*D, not tickled. (For tickling, I have feathers.)
On the other hand, as any roofer can tell you, there isn’t an electrical outlet handy under every current bush, and dragging a power cord behind you is a pain in the ass. The same technology that lets a guy with a tool belt and a hairy ass crack drive sheet metal screws for forty minutes at the top of a sixteen foot ladder (rechargeable ni-cad or lithium-ion batteries, ta-dah!) makes a perfectly acceptable power source for a vibrator. I’ve raved before about the Phantasy Sinnflut, which is a tool-grade rechargeable vibrator that any man could be proud to dock on its charging base in the garage next to his DeWalt drill and his Makita reciprocal saw. It’s nobody’s budget option, but it’s handier than anything with a cord, safer in the shower, and functionally far beyond anything with a disposable dry cell in it.
Sunday, December 31st, 2006 -- by Bacchus
I imagine that tickling girls is probably the first experience most little boys get with anything remotely like power exchange or BDSM. Annoying critters like big sisters, powerful people like mom, those fascinating but dangerous girl-creatures at school — sometimes they can be disarmed, discombobulated, annoyed, whatever, it doesn’t matter, they are affected by a tickle, by just a little half-innocent touch. The result can be out of all proportion to the strength of the touch, and what’s more, the “victims” often laugh and seem to enjoy themselves, even as they are powerless to resist or ignore. Heady stuff!
Of course tickling is a fetish in its own right for some people, with commercial tickling porn and everything. But I sometimes have trouble imagining that the pro bondage pornographers (who usually seem to produce oh-so-serious tableaux featuring anguished faces, strained positions, and whistling whips) don’t tickle their models now and again, if only to produce a smile when they need one.
And, indeed, they do tickle, if this tickle-bondage photo from Hogtied.com is any indication:
That’s the lovely Veronica Jett getting tickled in her ropes, and you can see more of her here.
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Thursday, March 3rd, 2005 -- by Aphrodite
It’s nice to see others improving their sex lives, it gives me hope that I’ll have one again someday. Starting in February, the Burbman over at Suburban Sex Blog resumed more regular posting, with the good news that he and his wife seem to have turned their sexless marriage back into something fun for both of them. He’s also offering to help others in similar situations. Good on ya, Burbman!
A few people have written me regarding my preference for hairy men. At this point my only preference is for a live, decent man, but it is true that I don’t like a guy who’s artificially smooth. I was trying to figure out how to say exactly what I don’t like about overly bare guys, but the Dirty Talking Girl beat me to it:
I love male body hair.
I can’t imagine him shaving or, god forbid, waxing, and I don’t understand women who require smoothness in a man.
I think they’re afraid of the animal.
Maybe…..or maybe all the glitzy porn images have led both men and women to expect silky smoothness everywhere. Sure, hair can get in the way or be inconvenient sometimes, but I’ll never forget the guy who got me soaking wet by just playing with my pubes…..pulling gently on a few hairs beginning near my ass and working his way up, sometimes twirling or tickling, but never touching my skin until I was begging him to bury his cock in me. Mmmmmmmm……
Saturday, February 21st, 2004 -- by Bacchus
So we were out grocery shopping today, looking for the goodies needed to help her feel at home in my our kitchen. Suddenly she’s holding up a Dawn Power Dish Brush and saying “Hey, this will help me get those glasses clean that I can’t fit my hand into….”
I take one look at this buzzing rotating pile of bristles (“a battery-powered, rotating bristle tool that redefines the way you do dishes”) and raise an eyebrow. “If we take that home, you think it’s ever going to make it to the kitchen?” She thought about it for a second, and laughed… and put it into the cart anyway. There’s a reason I love this woman.
Hey now, who am I to give her a second warning?
Fast forward an hour: after a quick wrestle, she’s face down on the bed, and I’m sitting on the edge with a calf clamped firmly in my right armpit and the sole of a bare foot imprisoned in front of me. Boy, do those rotating brushes get a good reaction! All three free limbs thumping the bedding, and a muffled “please oh please stop” coming from behind me somewhere. Or something like that, it’s hard to tell between all the laughing.
Eventually she found a way to distract me from my evil fun. Eight dollars well spent!
Tuesday, August 5th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Oh yes you are, or you would be if you got chained to a stone wall and given this sort of special attention:
[Cue sound of evil laughter]
Via alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. anime.
Thursday, July 10th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a huge page of links to tickling stories. [Er, it was here; now it’s gone.] Stories with scenes like this, from Sonja’s Tickle Torture:
Jake chuckled and began to dig in just beneath her toes. Sonja’s eyes opened wide and she screamed with laughter as her poor toes wiggled frantically trying to escape his tickling touch. She just couldn’t stand much more.
” Mercy!!!” She shouted!! “Please ahahahahah have mercy on meeeee!!” Sonja screamed.
A small hole had formed in the nylon fabric just below the struggling ticklish toes of her right foot, and taking advantage of that fact Jake made the hole a little bigger and snaked a finger into it and begun to scratch the sole of her foot.
Sonja went nuts, she squealed and squirmed and bit her lower lip and clasped and unclasped her tightly bound hands, she screwed her eyes shut and laughed and laughed. It was sheer torture for her.
I’m always amused by big collections of highly specialized fetish fiction. The writing is often horrid, but the enthusiasm is always enjoyable.
Wednesday, October 30th, 2002 -- by Bacchus
Shocking Shell leads us on with news of a lovely secret. Then, in abject refusal to conform to stereotypes of feminine illogic, she declines to share it with us.
The Group Captain comments at Shell’s blog, and accuses her of teasing. I think he’s right.
She’ll talk, though. Because we have just the thing for, ah, encouraging her:
Imagine, readers, the sound of booming villainous laughter as we set this evil bondage tickling scheme in motion!
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