I love how girls will let you whip them and punch them and cut them and cuff them and burn them and drown them and chase them and cage them and use them and debase them, but if you even joke about tickling their stupid asses, it’s all “Excuse me sir, but you are a monster.”

For the record, I’m not into feet. Or armpits. Or any of the other fetishy things that seem to always go with tickling.

I just like the fact that there is a thing I can do that will make even the most disciplined, broken-in girl try to squirm away. I’ve seen girls giggle through pain that would put other women through a lifetime of therapy and night-terrors. But as cool as that is, I dunno… just by enduring, by taking the pain and making something out of it, they’re still a little tiny bit in control of something. I don’t care for that. I want to take even that away.

‘Cause it’s fun, turning a submissive girl into a struggling animal that couldn’t submit if it tried; it’s as if I’m briefly nullifying her identity. And when I stop, it’s like I’m giving her the gift of herself.