My arms are tied high above my head and my armpits are exposed and I am unable to defend myself. You slowly approach me with a feather in your hand and I know ticking follows. You know how ticklish I am, especially my armpits, and you're determined to give me a I never had. You start tickling my stretched smooth armpits with a feather and I do not stop laughing with my mouth wide open. I struggle to catch my breath from constant laughing. Please have mercy on me!