>>44528
>>you “evil” ticklers
Oh, we're nothing like that, I can assure you. You'd get nothing but the most sincere appreciation for those gigantic, sensitive soles. Why, they look so awfully delectable, we'd all be remiss if we didn't shower them with kisses and bites every single day. Hell, every single second. Every inch of them, being caressed by eager teeth, raking against them on every sensitive spot, and warm, rough tongues, pressed harshly against the supple pale skin. Nibbling on every toe, licking against the arch, biting on the ball of the foot, the heel... repeatedly, without mercy, without any concern for how ticklish those hypersensitive soles look. Eager, desperate mouths. Unwilling to stop, even if the owner of the terribly ticklish skin being subjected to their loving attention is howling and kicking, laughing too hard to beg, losing their mind asking in gibberish for a second of rest from the sensations melting their brain and pushing their deeply submissive desires to their limit.
Yeah, I imagine we'd have to lock them in a pair of stocks to show them our true fondness. With some nice toeties, surely. Hours on end of being ravaged by lusftul mouths that want to make out with those beautiful big feet, caressing them with their soft breath, punishing them with the sharp canines tantalizing the nerve endings, so vulnerable right under the thin skin, fighting over every inch of big, ticklish sole to get their owner to scream and laugh the hardest. Hmm, I'd bet we'd never let them go. After all, big, sensitive, sof-looking feet like those belonging to a tickle slut that'd put them in our care so readily are surely meant to be in some sturdy stocks, being worshipped by cruel ticklers forever.
>>45156
>no answer is wrong as long as it's as brutal as possible
Now, isn't that a proper motto for this thread?
Pens, anon. Sharp-tipped, harhsly pressed pens, all over the pale, smooth and perfectly taken care of skin. Not randomly, of course, but making careful markings over every inch of her skin: writing, reflecting the clinical examination of those soles' sensitivities. Separating every area and determining how crazy it drives their owner as the pens dig so deeply into their plush skin, they can feel them tickling their nerve endings directly, sending crazed forceful orders straight into their brain to cause them to convulse and screech with laughter, to tense the muscles of their entire body and make their face contort into a painful smile, just because of a single, tiny surface contact that won't stop moving up and down their pale and hypersensitive arches. All being carefully recorded, of course, so we can later identify and access those delightful sensitive spots and we can figure out which possible tickle tools make their owner cry and beg for mercy the loudest, so we can truly drive them insane. And don't you worry about the accumulation of ink, anon, that would surely happen as we'd need to clean those soles and start the process a hundred times over before we can finish mapping every vulnerable nerve ending we could tantalize to make drive their owner into an endless ticklish frenzy. Some soapy water and some wide, slightly rough brushes will probably do the trick. They'd clean those smooth as fuck soles and leave them pink, raw and sensitized again for the next cycle of the process. They'd tickle like hell, of course. Like a literal tickle hell of stimulation brought upon every inch of her soles, relentlessly, without mercy, for so long her she'd pass out laughing only to wake up again and come back to the same ticklish torture of her nightmares.
Now, if they snap her mind too bad and she ends up laughing like a maniac for the rest of her days non-stop, well, that'd make the process of mapping all the sensitive spots on those soles a bit harder, wouldn't it? But no matter, we'd press on the endeavor. It'd be our duty, really. After all, if someone keeps their soles that perfectly smooth, soft and sensitive, aren't they essentially begging for someone to make them their tickle toy?