For me the freedom of being tickled is what makes it so incredible (as well as how much it turns me on) – there cannot be any greater sense of freedom than when you are made to forget all your worries and just laugh and beg and scream. It is impossible to think when my mind is being battered by such strong sensations; the thoughts disappear before I can even notice they’re there.

My body arches, and pulls in, my wrists and ankles pulling hard against the restraints. My stomach is constantly twitching and shaking, my laughter coming out in bursts with air being gasped in when I can get control. It is like flying: the feeling of comfort and right-ness of everything: everything in its proper place and nothing bad happening.

The obvious enjoyment my tickler is getting out of my torment makes things even better. I know it sounds like tickling is bliss from what I’ve said earlier, but it is torture. I will scream and beg and fight to get away. The sensation of my brain getting overwhelmed is agony as my body is over-sensitised and my mind gets swamped. I love it.

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