When all other methods of torment only get him hard, even as he's bound to sit in a wooden chair clothed in nothing but her sink panties; it leaves Jasper one last resort... Tickling . Fingernails, feathers, a hairbrush.. And her trusty vibrating toe-clamps to ensure she gets exactly what she wants. Within moments, he finds himself drenched in sweat and howling with laughter, chest rising and falling as he flails his limbs to no avail. Desperate and exhausted, yet grinning from ear to ear..