But as the last echoes of laughter faded away, I felt a sense of unease creeping over me. The memory of those tickles lingered like a haunting ghost, refusing to be exorcised from my mind. I knew that I had walked a dangerous line between pleasure and pain, between submission and control. And yet, there was a part of me that yearned for more, a part of me that craved the exhilarating rush of being at the mercy of those powerful beasts once again. I shuddered at the thought, but deep down, I...