It was from a young man, 19 years old, who is currently struggling, in a moral sense, with his tickle fetish.
He seems, from the posts on his blog (click HERE), to be very religious. I can relate to his plight as I used to be very religious, and thought masturbation, sexual lust, and desire were bad, sinful, and detestable by God. The only way out was marriage. according to the New Testament, 1 Corinthians 7:9, “But if they cannot contain, let them marry: for it is better to marry than to burn” (sic, with passion).
I will say this too, if there is a God, and I’m technically an agnostic, so I don’t purport to be able to prove either way that there is or isn’t, but if there is, I think the version of God creating human beings to have to constantly fight their urges to have sex is one of the cruelest practical jokes of all time. We are sexual beings. We have to have sex, and be sexually aroused to keep the species going. Do we need to have intercourse with anything that moves? No. Do we need to exercise some constraint in certain social situations? Absolutely. Should we still respect each others’ rights to privacy and not wanting to engage in certain sexual acts? Of course. Is it possible that masturbating 6 times a day to tickle fetish videos may be a bit limiting in terms of becoming a productive citizen? Probably. But to feel an endless sense of guilt and disappointment of who you are sexually is to repress the most unifying aspect of all us humans, as well as all other organic life, on the planet. When you stop trying to deny this part of yourself, you may find that the rest kind of takes care of itself.
Having a certain set of things that turns you on sexually is not a detriment to you as a human being. What is a detriment, is trying to cover it up and make it look like something that it’s not, a part of you. Embrace the fact that you are aroused by the female foot. Embrace the fact that you enjoy tickling and seeing others tickle said foot. There is nothing wrong with that reaction. We are all hard wired to have sexual feelings about various stimuli in our respective environments. Again, without this hard wiredness, so to speak, we would all be doomed and probably wouldn’t be here in the first place. We’d still be some stromatolite photosynthesizing light into energy in Australia. Not a bad existence if you like that kind of thing, but I happen to think being a human being is pretty freakin’ amazing.
Some more fun I had in Fireworks.
Click HERE to go to the TMF link or just read below…
#1 12-17-2008, 07:46 PM
TMF NOVICE Join Date: Sep 2002
Tickling my babysitter under the table
My parents went away for the weekend and Jennifer, my baby-sitter at the time, came over to watch me for the weekend. She was 21 and in college. I was young, but the experience is one that I will never forget.
Jen had strawberry blond hair and unlike most women with that colored hair, she was not fair-skinned. In fact, she could get a nice tan during the summertime. She was very pretty! I had always had a crush on her, as I’m sure a lot of guys did. Amazingly enough though, as far as I knew, she never had a boyfriend. I remember that she ran track in school, because she would always come over with her running shoes when she would baby-sit me.
I think it was on a Saturday one December that it happened. It was almost the end of the semester for her and she was beginning her finals. In fact, she had just finished one that morning. I had been out playing with my friend until noon or so, when my friend had to leave to go somewhere. So I was bored and went home. Good choice!
The fridge was opposite the table on the other side of the kitchen, and for some stupid reason, we kept the sodas in the crisper. As I reached down for my soda, I heard a “clunk” and turned around towards the sound to see that one of Jennifer’s shoes had hit the floor.
Now, before I continue, let me tell you about her and her feet on that particular day. She was a little dressed up, a nice skirt, a cute sweater, and stockings, the dark flesh color kind I think. Now, remember that I mentioned she was a track runner? Her legs were very nice, strong, not overly muscled, just shapely and her feet had great arches. Her legs were crossed and her one shoe, a red pump, had hit the floor. The other, however, was still dangling from her toes on her right foot.
I guess I was right, because she didn’t even take notice. So I sat under the table while she studied, looking at her perfect feet, wanting so badly to reach out and stroke the bottom of that foot dangling the shoe, which was right in front of my face! My heart was pounding, my throat was swelling. Oh man, how I wanted to touch those feet!
Every once in a while she would bob that shoe up and down on her toe, and every once in a while I would try to reach out my finger to touch that foot while it moved. But I just couldn’t get the nerve up! I didn’t want her to get mad.
She giggled and said, “What are you doing down there?”
Oh oh! “Nothing,” I stupidly responded.
Then she put me on the spot. “Are you tickling my feet?”
Well, duh! But I just couldn’t respond. “What should I do?” I thought to myself. The smart thing! I started to tickle her again! This time she started to giggle and move her foot all around. Her shoe eventually fell off, giving me access to her toes. Then I moved to her other foot, the one where the shoe had already fallen off, and tickled it, exploring ever inch, top and bottom in complete joy.
Wonderful laughter, and the ticklee appears to be enjoying her one bare and one nyloned foot being tickled with fingers on a ‘Tiger’ couch. Love the soft, gentle nature the Tickler demonstrates in running her fingers all over the ticklee’s soles. Hope you do too! Enjoy!
Rebecca was a cute, ‘girl-next-door’ type, and new babysitter for the McConleys’ 10 year old son, Billy. Rebecca had been on her feet all day at school at the local college, and decided to remove her shoes to relax in the family’s lazyboy while her and Billy watched some TV.
Billy was on the floor, but he wasn’t able to pay too close attention to the TV program they were watching, as he became completely distracted by the beautiful set of barefeet that were sticking out beyond the foot rest.
Rebecca noticed right away that Billy was staring at her barefeet. She had recently learned that her feet were becoming quite the attraction in her classes. Rebecca liked to be comfortable while in the classroom, and often she would slip out of her shoes to be barefoot. Sometimes she would put her pedicured barefeet up on the desks in front of her. As of late she was catching many guys in her classes staring at her soft, bare soles. She’d wondered lately if she might be distracting these poor lads, and had just in the last few days recalled an incident from her past that would have bearing on how the evening progressed at the McConley’s.
When Rebecca was in her early teens she watched an old David Copperfield magic special on TV. His beautiful female assistant was restrained in the classic ‘sawed-in-half’ box with only her head visible on the one end, and her two bare feet exposed at the other. She watched the masterful magician, Copperfield, take out a large peacock feather from his quill, and begin running it along the arches of her bare soles. The assistant looked as if she was in ecstasy by the way she threw her head back and laughed as the feather worked its own brand of magic. Rebecca remembers becoming a little uneasy with how this scene on TV was making her feel. She was jealous of this woman…wanting it to be her, not the assistant having her feet tickled like that. She forgot all about that episode until recently when she saw the guys in her class staring at her feet. She began to secretly fantasize about having a guy run a feather over her soles as she tried to pay attention in history class.
So back to present day. Rebecca is about 10 minutes into the TV program, and she notices that Billy is staring at her lovely arches and pedicured toes from the floor. As the picture caption indicates, she thinks it’s kind of cute, Billy’s interest in her barefeet. She decides to invite him to play a little tickle game with her before she puts him to bed for the evening.
Billy races to his Mom and Dad’s room, grabs the feather out their vase on the night stand, and runs back into the living room. There, Rebecca, huge smile on her face, says to Billy, ‘Alright, let’s play a little game shall we? You are the pirate, Blackbeard, and you have captured the boat I am sailing on in the South Pacific. I am the only one on the boat with a key to the treasure chest that resides in the bow of the ship. You know I have this key, and you are going to tickle my feet to try and get me to release its whereabouts to you. Got it?’ Billy nods with an equally huge smile on his face. ‘Ok, then, go ahead, try to tickle that key location out of me! Ha ha ha!’.
Billy can’t believe what’s happening! He is getting to tickle his beautiful babysitter! From the moment he met her earlier in the evening, he had wondered if she might take off her shoes, and sack out on in the Lazy Boy recliner like so many before her. The Lazy-Boy recliner was just a monument to relaxation and comfort. All of Billy’s past sitters had fallen victim to its charms of ‘Take off your shoes and stay a while!”. Billy had gotten into the habit of just sitting on the floor right next to and below the chair’s footrest and waiting for the moment where the shoes came off and the bare feet voyeurism was on. He would watch entranced as they would inevitably wiggle their toes and rubb their arches together. Billy never got up the gumption to try and touch or tickle any of the babysitters’ bare feet. He thought about it alot though, wondered what it would be like to stroke the inside arch of one of these perfectly pedicured soles and hear that woman’s laughter. So now, with this new babysitter, Rebecca, he was already rocketed to the next level! He was being GIVEN the opportunity to actually stare at AND tickle barefeet! It was just too good to be true! Billy, took a deep breath, thanked his lucky stars, and began his best Blackbeard the Tickler impersonation. ‘Ahoy captain! Me thinks I’s found the booty! Arrrghhhh!” He began to run the feather softly over Rebecca’s bare soles and toes.
At first, the feather only tickled Rebecca slightly as she was just getting into her character as the poor lass in distress. She just laughed merrily as the soft, pink fibers of the feather danced all over her arches and she mouthed something to the effect of, “Oh Blackbeard, I’ll never give up the secret key! Ha Ha Ha! I don’t care how long you tickle my soft bare feet! Ah ha ha ha!”
But Billy was a quick study and he was learning how to elicit more laughter from Rebecca. He stroked the feather a little stronger along the edges of her arches and in between her toes. Rebecca’s laugh kept increasing along a continuum. She eventually reached that stage where she couldn’t contain her deepest laughter anymore and she just gave in, leaned her head back, and let the ticklish sensations reverberate throughout her entire body.
As she was being tickled, she thought, ‘Finally, I’ve become that assistant in the David Copperfield magic show, albeit under slightly less restrained and less ‘magical’ circumstances.’
Billy, now embracing his ‘Blackbearded-ness’ kept asking Rebecca, ‘Now where is the key my lassie, arrrgghhhh?!’ and each time, Rebecca would laugh at the fake pirate accent, and say in between laughing, “I don’t know…Ah ha ha ha! And even if I did, Blackbeard, no amount of tickling my toes like that will make me tell you! Ahh ha ha ha!” These kinds of ticklish exchanges went on for about 20 minutes. Billy just relished his role as playful ticklish interrogator, while Rebecca blossomed as the forlorn lass yielding to a tour de force barefeet feather tickling.
Rebecca didn’t want the little game to end, but she knew the McConleys would be coming back soon, and if Billy wasn’t in bed, they wouldn’t be happy.
So after a few more minutes of Blackbeard’s ticklish questioning, Rebecca gave up the goods, “Oh Blackbeard, Ah ha ha ha! You’ve tickled my bare feet so much that I must tell you where the secret key is! Ah ha ha ha! It’s in the kitchen drawer! Ah ha ha ha!” And with that, Billy smiled a somewhat disappointed smile, but in the back of his mind, he was just elated at what had just transpired. Still in character, Billy remarked, ‘Well, yo ho ho, me lass, arrrghhhhh! Me thanks you for lettin’ me tickle yer beautiful bare feet ’till you gave me yer treasure chest key! Shiver me timbers!” Rebecca laughed again and said, “Oh Blackbeard, you sure know how to make a lass talk! My feet are so ticklish! I hope I don’t run into you again out here on the high seas!” Without missing a beat, Billy followed up with, “Oh, me lassie, you best watch out, feet like ye have there are made to be tickled by the likes of scoundrels like me. Arrrgghhhh!”
They both hugged, and Rebecca tucked Billy into bed. Still barefoot, Rebecca walked back to the living room and reclined in the same chair where minutes ago her little tootsies were being joyously tickled by Billy Blackbeard. It wasn’t long before Rebecca was in a deep sleep, dreaming about pirates, damsels in distress, and the interplay between their respective feathers and feet.