cEvery time I walk into the Bound to Tickle basement I know I'm going to be in for a rigorous tickling experience - when the lovely Pandora walks in on me stripped to my panties and tied to a pole she can't help but take advange of my predicament, running her talented nails along my exposed armpits and down my sides as I scream, squirm and frantically try to get away.

My uncontrollable laughter is really something to see - I'm legitimately terrible at trying to control my reaction, so every diabolical little finger wiggle transmits directly into snorting, giggling, squealing and wh... Show more