He lay on the bed, arms and legs stretched taught; he was restrained and helpless. He could attempt to plead with her, to tell her this was all a big mistake, a joke, a misunderstanding, but he knew it would be fruitless. He felt a swift butterfly-like touch, nails and soft fingers gently and relentlessly tickling.

He felt her strict yet sensual demeanor, as she refused to listen to his most ardent cries for release. Beginning with tiny touches, she moved her fingers with a frightening dexterity to approach his abdomen…

I have long fingers and expertly manicured nails. I can tickle with or without my large selection of gloves and with or without a variety of very ticklish implements.