Alright, alright. So this one's actually shameful, but I was promised no shame ITT, so here it goes anyways:
I think a lot about being tickled... while I was in a girl's body.
Now, now, hear me out: I'm a dude, but I'm bi and a switch, so I have no qualms regarding f/m, m/m, m/f, etc., I enjoy all that shit. And I absolutely get a kick out of being tickled as is. But there's something about imagining myself as a woman being tickle tortured that scratches an itch I can't quite put my finger on. If I had to guess, it has to do with the fact I largely prefer female ticklees and ticklers, so being on the receiving end of tickle torture with a female body to both experience and observe it all hits just the right level of degeneracy for my taste.
It would have to be something that isn't permanent (I'm not out here to be force femmed, that's a different fetish entirely). My preferred fantasy is somehow possessing the body of a woman I find attractive, and using it to get myself utterly fucked up with tickles. Selling myself into tickle slavery, finding some sadistic ticklefag that wants nothing but to have someone chained up in their basement and assuring them I want to be the one, whatever. In my mind, the ticklers are always super hot and not at all gross weirdoes, so don't question that or this whole thing falls apart, okay? Lol. In general, whatever I can do to get myself in as much ticklish trouble as I can.
And with that setup, I think being tickled like that would be super hot. It'd probably take me quite a bit to get comfortable in that skin, but once I got a hold of it, I'd try to be a fantastic ticklee. I'd know when to act cocky or teasy, just when to moan or beg, just how loud and how girly my laughter should sound to make any tickler want to absolutely fucking destroy me over and over. And I'd fucking love every second of it. My body squirming and tensing up as I'm forced to laugh without mercy. The sweat shimmering on it as I grow tired and drunk with tickles. Ideally, some sort of camera or mirror deal that allows me to appreciate the whole ordeal would be perfect, when I wasn't too busy screaming as tears and sweat drip off of my expression of forced happiness, that is. I'd be yelling 'not there, anywhere but there!' right where my 'ler wanted to hear it so they'd want to dig in there and drive me nuts more than anything in the world. Hell, I picture my new, dainty, feminine figure being way, waaaaaay more ticklish than I am as a guy, and I'd love to have it abused until I regretted inhabitating such a vulnerable target. And you better believe I'd swear, over and over, that I don't need or want a safe word, and that never will I ever agree to having one, no matter what I say.
And the best part? All the while, within me, would be the actual ticklee, the poor owner of our body. Feeling every sensation, and absolutely losing her mind laughing in there with me. Watching me ruin her life as I sell her body as that of a tickle slut's. Feeling me give away all her worst tickle spots for free. And, once I grow tired of seeing her get destroyed alongside me, having to find herself as some random cruel master's tickle slave, as I leave her be when I choose to pursue a different victim.
So anyways. Don't go telling anyone about this, okay anons? I'm sharing this in confidence :) Happy early Halloween everybody!