Tickling Submission -

“You’re holding it in,” Lady Vane observed. “Such discipline. Let’s see how long it lasts.”

Lady Vane paused, holding the feather still. The silence was almost worse than the tickling. “I want you to mean it when you apologize. I want that sharp, clever mind of yours to collapse into nothing but the need to please me. I want your submission .” tickling submission

Lyra flinched. A tiny, involuntary gasp escaped her. “You’re holding it in,” Lady Vane observed