Tickling Submission May 2026

Lyra looked up at her captor. Her mind was quiet for the first time in years. No clever rebuttals. No sarcasm. Just the simple, honest truth.

“There you are,” Lady Vane whispered, cupping Lyra’s chin and lifting her face. “Now. Tell me you’re sorry.” tickling submission

Lyra shook her head, even as her body trembled. “I won’t… break that easily.” Lyra looked up at her captor