So here goes a story I guess, but bear with me, I think it's worth it: I have a female family member that happens to be a full-blown addict. I have no idea what she's into these days, but she's gotten herself in trouble for many different substance abuse charges before, and everybody that knows her understands she's not to be trusted, with money or anything really, under any circumstances, and most know to keep a healthy distance from her. Just in case, you know?
Except for me, at least in my fantasies, I guess. You see, I have a bit of a previous relationship with her. We grew up together, and growing up, I had more than a few chances to hold her down, and tickle her into complete hysterics. She's younger than me, so I always played it off as an older sibling prank, except, you know, I was totally getting my rocks off on forcing this cute younger girl, family or not, to literally scream for mercy under my ticklish fingers. To be honest, she never seemed to mind all that much, and all around, we were actually kinda close growing up. This was years ago though, because nowadays...
Well, I have barely even spoken to her as of late. I see her every once in a while in a couple yearly family reunions. She always smiles at me, sometimes we even joke around about stuff. And importantly, imo, she legitimately still looks very pretty. No joke, she always looks a bit messy, a bit tired, but for some reason, it's almost complementary, and "the look" always seems to fit her and look almost cute on her.
Which brings me to my fantasy, I suppose. I imagine her approaching me one day and asking for money. I try to get out of it with the usual excuses, but she insists she can make it worth my while, nervously mentioning that if I want, I can play with her the way we used to before. As I stammer my lack of understanding, she promises she's not going to tell, and details how, growing up, she always kind of knew tickling made me massively turned on. And now, she promises, she's willing to lend me her feet, her sides, her pits... All for a small fee, of course. And I'm not exaggerating rn... I'd fold in a second lol.
I'm positive I'd give in and pay for the chance to live my wildest tickle fantasies on her helpless ticklish body. Incest and shit be damned, I'd make her mine, just like when we were little. There would be no holding back, not if the little junkie wants her cash. Digging into her worst tickle spots until she was screaming would be the baseline. Whatever she asked for, I'd triple it, and as she slobbered at the thought of all the highs she could buy with that money, I'd mention she has to jerk me off with her soft feet after I'm done making her my tickle slut and forcing her to beg me to tickle her harder until she's literally pissing herself because she's too weak to hold it together under my relentless torture.
I actually fantasize about this more than I should, I think, lol. In my mind, she always cries that I'm too cruel, and she swears she won't put up with it anymore if I don't ease up, because she just can't take it. But again and again, she shows up after I give her a call, wearing the thigh-highs or the crop top that I wanted her to wear, and she absolutely melts in ticklish laughter and pointless begs for mercy as I abuse the needy, totally helpless body that I have bought over and over again to satiate my deepest, darkest fantasies, and as she ends up babbling up pleads for mercy, exhausted and used up, covered in sweat (and perhaps even loving every second of it), I simply ask: "Same time again next week, right?".