Ever been sort of surprised by the power your fetish has over you?

I know this title is weird, but that's the best I could do to put this in a concise manner.

Sometimes, I am surprised by the magnitude of the impact my fetishes have on my personal and sexual life. On the way I see the world too. Just the day before yesterday, my wife was lying on the bed, barefoot and wearing jeans. I was reading a book in the living room, but at some point I went to our room to fetch a jacket cause I started to feel cold. And when I saw my snuggle bunny lying down in all her youthful glory, with her bare feet just within reach... I just froze in place. Everything else stopped mattering; my world shrank to just her. She smiled back at me... and then she wiggled her toes...

Game on. I literally jumped on top of her and after a merciless albeit impromptu tickling session (didn't even care for bondage ), we had passionate sex, then lied down hugging each other and chatting until the sun went down. It was not until after dinner I finally remembered what book I was reading before that happened.

It's just an example; a little slice of life that shows how overwhelming a tickling (and foot) fetish sometimes can be to a man. It never ceases to amaze me. When I want to tickle (or be tickled), the urge becomes so strong it overrides a lot of stuff that's going through my mind. It is very powerful.

Same for feet. My wife often teases me using her feet at the most awkward moments possible: when I am working, when we watch TV, etc... She loves how hard it makes it for me to concentrate. And there is the "summer problem" too. A woman in open-toe shoes is more likely to catch my attention than one in sneakers, although I also do have a thing for low necklines and sports clothes (I find sports bras and tank tops ultra-hot ).

When I have finished reading my favorite MTJ story or comic for the zillionth time, my heart beats faster, and my head is full of sensual images. I can hardly think of anything else for entire minutes.

At times I can't help finding it ridiculous. It's funny how such an innocent fetish has such a strong resonance in me. I am not complaining, mind you, I am very comfortable with my sexuality. But I don't think a vanilla would be that fascinated, mesmerized even, by the things that turn them on. To them a blow job or the sight of a pair of buttocks might be arousing, but I am not sure that it would hold the same power it has over me.

What do you guys think? Do you feel the same as me, or do you live your fetish as more of a "casual" thing? Do you spend a long time every day thinking about it? When you do indulge, do you also feel like time passes in a blink? Does tickling (or torture, or feet, etc...) hold a strong appeal over you too? Do you sometimes stop to think about it and go like "wow!"?

All opinions are welcome!

Your observations are very accurate!

I once stayed on a city bus five stops past my home because there were three women college students (known to me because they were talking about their courses at NYU) who had all slipped off their flip-flops and were flaunting their bare feet. I felt foolish spending another fare to take a subway back uptown.

Nice topic idea!
Yes, I think that what you're talking about is having a fetish totally in-sync with your personality. (Which is nice...) I knew I had a tickle fetish because when I was little, and a tickle scene would come up in some cartoon, I would get all weak and I could hear the blood pounding in my ears.
Yes, I know what you mean...

Maybe early on, when I was very young; but once I started dating, I realized being in control of my fetish meant getting a lot more opportunities to indulge it.

Yes, this happens to me too. Whenever I hear a woman laugh my head instantly turns towards the sound just in case I can see if someone’s tickling her and it’s not by choice either it just turns that way. I remember on time during a trip with some friends I heard one of our friends desperately laughing and with out even realizing it I was over by the sound watching one of my friends tickling her sides and my girlfriend holding her ankles in an armlock dancing her fingers across her bare feet. It’s a memory I hope never fades ������

George C. Scott in "Patton" said (I don't know if the real general said this), concerning the sights and sounds of war, while walking through a European war zone during WWII: "I love it. God help me, I love it so. I love it more than my own life." Now, I wouldn't agree to jump off a bridge for an opportunity to tickle, but this quote resonated because tickling is definitely my No. 1 passion, and I equate it with basics such as food, shelter, etc. As the OP noted, it's powerful enough to stop me in my tracks, if not physically, then mentally. As for the former, I have been in certain public places in warm months and seen feet in sandals -- so smooth-looking, painted toes, etc. -- that have stopped me cold---not stop, as in I'm walking, then stop, but I see them, and my entire focus for a few seconds is on them. (Luckily, I've mastered the side glance to avoid detection and public ridicule.) As for mental, others have done threads on this, but my mind and heart skip a beat if I hear the words "barefoot" or "tickle/ed/lish" uttered, and I can't recall the last time I uttered them. It's not like they're sacred or anything, but I'm scared of being found out and ridiculed. I'm closeted, and the only discourse I've ever heard about my fetishes around where I live smacks of negativity and ridicule, e.g., "freak," "pervert," etc. Thus, I reflexively tense up when I heart them. The primal aspect, though, goes back to early childhood, even before the tickling aspect surfaced. One of my youngest thrills was the sight of a barefoot woman. No reason why. Nothing happened in my family or other surroundings. I was too young to process it, until much later.

I totally relate to this. Sometimes it's just stupid how much I obsess over tickling. I constantly think about it, fantasize about it. I can't help but stare and get turned on at the sight of a woman who's barefoot or has her armpits or tummy exposed, wondering how ticklish they are and what would happen if I tickled her there. I only like watching tickling videos rather than regular porn, seeing women tickled excites me more than seeing sexual stuff. If I see tickling happen I get incredibly flustered, desperately wanting to join in (and I will if it's at all appropriate to do so.) I don't know if I could be content in a relationship with a woman who wasn't ticklish or wouldn't allow me to tickle her frequently - it's too much a part of my sexual nature. I sometimes feel like it's some kind of curse, but it's the way I am, and I just accept it.

Even though I'm mainly a lee. I still have had some moments. Like, I start feeling funny when I'm visiting a friend's house and I'm told to take my shoes off. I mainly keep my socks on. I don't know why, but my desire to have my feet played with makes me footshy around people who don't know about it.

DCWT said:

Even though I'm mainly a lee. I still have had some moments. Like, I start feeling funny when I'm visiting a friend's house and I'm told to take my shoes off. I mainly keep my socks on. I don't know why, but my desire to have my feet played with makes me footshy around people who don't know about it.

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Interesting----never thought of the obsession/intensity angle from a lee's perspective. I think we ler's too often stereotype the lee mentality as being utterly submissive, free of peccadiloes or hang-ups.

It completely controls my life and I hate it.

I actually feel the opposite. I mean yes I think about it, I have friends I speak with about it sometimes, but it really hasn't been a huge part of my life yet. Granted I'm only 21, and aside from playful pokes and prods with a brother, some friends and a crush, I have limited experience at all. I also lack much interest in doing anything more than playful until I am in a committed relationship with someone, at which point I'd probably be more inclined to explore these things.

Sorry, I know its sort of the opposite of what the thread is saying but I figured another perspective would be okay!

ZeldaFlipFlops said:

I actually feel the opposite. I mean yes I think about it, I have friends I speak with about it sometimes, but it really hasn't been a huge part of my life yet. Granted I'm only 21, and aside from playful pokes and prods with a brother, some friends and a crush, I have limited experience at all. I also lack much interest in doing anything more than playful until I am in a committed relationship with someone, at which point I'd probably be more inclined to explore these things.

Sorry, I know its sort of the opposite of what the thread is saying but I figured another perspective would be okay!

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Of course, it's okay! All opinions are welcome, that's the fun of it And your input is greatly appreciated~

I think what OP and others are talking about is actually just the power of sex/in the case of OP's wife, the power of love (cue Huey Lewis) -- not the power of our specific fetishes per se. Sure, sexual desire for me often takes the form of tickling or a woman's feet, and I consider myself fortunate to enjoy these fetishes, but I think it's silly to deny a vanilla person the same passion for oral sex or whatever they're into. Sex and love are basic human drivers, fetish or no.

Studious_Hustler said:

I think what OP and others are talking about is actually just the power of sex/in the case of OP's wife, the power of love (cue Huey Lewis) -- not the power of our specific fetishes per se. Sure, sexual desire for me often takes the form of tickling or a woman's feet, and I consider myself fortunate to enjoy these fetishes, but I think it's silly to deny a vanilla person the same passion for oral sex or whatever they're into. Sex and love are basic human drivers, fetish or no.

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God forbid, I do not want to deny anyone anything. I am merely under the impression that the level of fascination our fetish exerts upon us is higher compared to vanillas' desire for physical intimacy and fantasies. I could be right or wrong, but that's the purpose of this thread: to confront my view to yours

However, now that you've mentioned it, in the example I have chosen, there might be something to do with love I got married last year, see

milagros317 said:

I once stayed on a city bus five stops past my home because there were three women college students (known to me because they were talking about their courses at NYU) who had all slipped off their flip-flops and were flaunting their bare feet. I felt foolish spending another fare to take a subway back uptown.

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Shameless young ladies they are! They deserve to be mercilessly tickle tortured for that behaviour

So do our tickle therapy clients, whom we choose by personality. When they are arrogant, naughty, insincere - they should get it good. My permanent urge is to give it to them. Laughter is the best medicine

It's translated into my method of sexual communication. I think tickling is almost as pleasurable as other favors, if not more because it's triggering the very interest that makes me sexual to begin with.

One thing it has done for me is that I am never bored. I once spent 6 hours straight during a snow storm browsing Tickling Discussion threads from 10+ years back. I don't think I could have read stuff on a singular topic for that long, even sports or movies or anything like that. Well, maybe binge watch Game Of Thrones but that's a once in a lifetime series.

My tickling fetish is a part of who I am, and while it doesn't dominate my life it does have an influence on my thoughts and actions at times. For example, I had a stocking foot fetish before my tickling one came along, and when I see stocking feet somewhere in my vicinity then I'll sneak as many peeks as possible - hopefully secretively! Of course, I'll wonder how ticklish they are and these thoughts will stay with me for a while after, but then the moment is gone. That said, I know which women in my workplace are often shoeless, so I'm always aware that this might be the case at any given time and keep an eye open for stocking feet sightings.

If anything, I allowed the power of my fetish to control my actions when I was younger. Like the women at work I've mentioned above, around the age of 14 (I'm 42 now) I'd know which women in supermarkets and department stores as a kid would ditch their shoes behind the counter and seek them out to see their feet. Around the same time, I'd pretend to female teachers and friend's mothers that I was measuring women for a science experiment and ask them to remove their shoes to be measured. 95% of the time they'd oblige, and I'd be able to spy stocking feet up close. I was often amazed that I'd get away with it, as I wasn't a confident kid at all, but looking back I can see how determined I was to see mature female feet - six teachers, two friend's mothers was the final tally. I did actually get to tickle and massage the feet of my friends' mothers, but that's another story...

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simple answer; yes.

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I wouldn't say it controls me (could be wrong there), but I must admit, there's been times in work when I've noticed someone wearing sandals or barefoot, and it does have me just ">.>". Probably didn't help one of the culprits was a very attractive Welsh lady who liked pampering her feet and always tended to play with her sandals.

I don't think I've ever been surprised by it – the thoughts underpinning my sexual interests feel as long-lived and deep as the thoughts that underpin all my interests.

I've never been surprised since I've had this fixation for a long time, I have however been distraught and uncomfortable as a result of it. I wanted very much to be rid of it but I understand that won't happen so I simply accept that it will always maintain a powerful grip on my psyche.

Any woman (unattractive, older, larger) with nylons on could make me puddy with their feet.

prankstersnlove said:

Yes, this happens to me too. Whenever I hear a woman laugh my head instantly turns towards the sound just in case I can see if someone’s tickling her and it’s not by choice either it just turns that way. I remember on time during a trip with some friends I heard one of our friends desperately laughing and with out even realizing it I was over by the sound watching one of my friends tickling her sides and my girlfriend holding her ankles in an armlock dancing her fingers across her bare feet. It’s a memory I hope never fades ������

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This is pretty much me as well. Hearing laughter is a real trigger. It was actually a problem for me in school when studying because I kept getting distracted by people laughing and my mind would instantly race to the conclusion that someone was being tickled. That was rarely the case, but the mind is a powerful thing.