YourPebbles
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Hi. I’m YourPebbles… new here, and a little shy. Before Laughter_n_love posted an experience *yet-to-happen* between us, little did he know that I had a story brewing inside me too...
So although not necessary, I think you would find it interesting to read his version, that I will link here: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...n3GXK6oiryGtVsoRJX2uNCUPlWZ_eUBc41mc-NCmnuIAM .
And although it may help to create a fuller picture, I intend to tell my own fully engorged story as well. I just ask that you please be forgiving of me should I get something wrong. Having never done any of this before, I rely heavily on what LnL is teaching me about this tantalizing new world of BDSM and fetishism that he has introduced me to, so be gentle.
Here goes…
Funny how the subconscious works. It was all there. Right there. Deep inside me waiting to be woken up. Waiting to be tempted out of hiding. But when I look back, the signs were there in full view.
I remember sleeping over my friend Kerri’s house as a young girl, maybe 8-10 years old. We had our sleeping bags in the living room and of course stayed up way past when we were supposed to. We also had the TV on way past when we were supposed to. Way past the time of family-friendly, kid appropriate shows. And as I flipped through the cable stations via the remote, I landed on something no kid should be watching – porn.
Now as a kid of that age, I was “aware” of sex. I knew it was when a man and a woman got naked, and he put his penis into her. They made funny noises. Sometimes it was called “making love,” and sometimes a kid came out of it. But that was pretty much it. (I apparently only got the Cliff Notes version of intercourse).
I thought I knew what sex was, but what I saw on that television screen that night… well, that was something else altogether. For one, it wasn’t just a man and a woman. It was a bunch of people, all naked, and inserting all sorts of things into each other or into themselves. Men with men, woman with woman, an orgy of people all together, dildos, strap-ons, bondage… you name it. My little innocent brain wasn’t sure what it was processing!
Or did it? As there was one scene that I remember so well, so vividly. I had forgotten all about it till just recently, till LnL stirred up so much in me. It was of a woman lying naked on a tall, thin, examination-type table, her arms and legs restrained. Standing around the table were a bunch of other naked people, mostly woman, which excited me as I have always had bi-tendencies. The woman lying bound on the table was also blindfolded, making her completely helpless. As she lay there naked, the people surrounding her were tickling her. And not just with fingers and feathers, but with unusual objects too. The ones I remember most were the toy cars. They were driving these little matchbox cars all over her body. And as I watched this, my entire immature body caught fire… it lit up with so much excitement. I could barely contain myself!
But I had to. My friend was sitting right next to me. And as she kept requesting that I change the channel, and I kept persisting we watch just a little longer hiding the remote from her, it started to get awkward. I became keenly aware that this scene was not doing it for her like it was me, and not only that, but I seem to remember her saying she felt ill. And so maybe this is when this tickling desire got awoken and then quickly buried again. Not to be seen till forty-something years later. Maybe this is when I learned it’s not the “norm.”
Now that I am older and wiser, I have learned the “norm” is overrated, and kind of boring. And it helps when you have friends like LnL who help to show you that “normal” means different things to different people, and who help you learn that there are other “normal” people just like you out there. And so here I am. Hi BDSM/fetish/tickling world!
And that’s what this is. A big hello. My introduction into a world I am only scraping the surface of. I haven’t actually experienced any of it. I am a BDSM/fetish virgin, so to speak. But with the help of LnL, that may all just change.
So yeah, we’ve known each other since high school, but never well. But I do remember him, and that’s saying a lot as most of my high school years are a complete blur to me. I remember him cause he was a cutie. A year younger than me, on the football team, and I was a cheerleader. I remember making sure I got him as one of the boys’ lockers I got to decorate before the games. I somehow wanted him to notice how I put just maybe a bit more effort into decorating his locker. Maybe he would pick up my clues that I dug him. Not that it would’ve mattered as we both always seemed to be dating someone else, but still… I wanted him to know.
Fast forward about 20 years, and through the power of Facebook, we end up becoming “chat” friends. (Couldn’t really be more than that as I am living on the west coast now, and he is still on the east coast). We got caught up on each other’s lives, marriage, kids, etc. Then, as happens often with kids, my “life” took a hiatus, and I fell off FB. Another 9 years went by, and suddenly, there is LnL reaching out to say hi. And the timing couldn’t have been better as he had been on my mind. Unbeknownst to him, I had a very important question to ask him.
See, there was one chat-conversation I never forgot. I happened to be on beachy vacation at the time it occurred, and LnL was very adamant that I send him some sand from between my toes. The pure persistence of his request cued me in to a possible foot fetish. And it stuck with me ever since. I don’t know why. Or I didn’t at the time. But I remember seeing him in a whole new way after that conversation.
So nine years and a-separation-from-my-husband later, I started dating a guy. A guy with a bit of a foot fetish, and my mind instantly went to LnL. So when I see a FB message in my inbox from him just recently, I literally couldn’t wait to be done exchanging the normal pleasantries so I could finally ask him what I really wanted to know:
“…do you still have a foot fetish?”
He was stunned, shocked, and caught off guard. He hadn’t remembered any of that conversation. But what stunned and shocked him most was… that I had. And I could see his mind churning, trying to figure out what was about to transpire. Were we really about to go down that rabbit hole? And oh yes, he took me in, he took me down. Two nights in a row, we talked deep into the night. I couldn’t get enough of learning about this world of real people I never knew existed, (outside of porn, that is). And he vowed to teach me. He became my master of sorts, my Sir. And he named me Pebbles, (cause he thinks my toes look like little pebbles).
This world excited me, he excited me. I masturbated so many times to the new ideas he left floating around in my head. And I wanted more. I wanted him to show me. I wanted to feel it, experience it. I wanted to feel him, experience him.
So, we scheduled a tentative date for a time when I know I’ll be back on the east coast. And although LnL already shared with you all his ideas of how he sees that meeting going, I wanted to share with you the scenes that have been playing in my mind since first entertaining the idea this could all really happen. There will be a lot of similarities and cross-overs between the two stories, but there will be some notable differences as well. I expect the truth of our experience, when it actually happens, will lie somewhere in between. Enjoy!
Part 2:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?317381-To-Sir-with-Love-Part-2-Establishing-Trust
Part 3:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?317384-To-Sir-with-Love-Part-3-The-Challenge
Part 4:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?317399-To-Sir-with-Love-Part-4-The-Conclusion
So although not necessary, I think you would find it interesting to read his version, that I will link here: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...n3GXK6oiryGtVsoRJX2uNCUPlWZ_eUBc41mc-NCmnuIAM .
And although it may help to create a fuller picture, I intend to tell my own fully engorged story as well. I just ask that you please be forgiving of me should I get something wrong. Having never done any of this before, I rely heavily on what LnL is teaching me about this tantalizing new world of BDSM and fetishism that he has introduced me to, so be gentle.
Here goes…_____
The Backstory
The Backstory
Funny how the subconscious works. It was all there. Right there. Deep inside me waiting to be woken up. Waiting to be tempted out of hiding. But when I look back, the signs were there in full view.
I remember sleeping over my friend Kerri’s house as a young girl, maybe 8-10 years old. We had our sleeping bags in the living room and of course stayed up way past when we were supposed to. We also had the TV on way past when we were supposed to. Way past the time of family-friendly, kid appropriate shows. And as I flipped through the cable stations via the remote, I landed on something no kid should be watching – porn.
Now as a kid of that age, I was “aware” of sex. I knew it was when a man and a woman got naked, and he put his penis into her. They made funny noises. Sometimes it was called “making love,” and sometimes a kid came out of it. But that was pretty much it. (I apparently only got the Cliff Notes version of intercourse).
I thought I knew what sex was, but what I saw on that television screen that night… well, that was something else altogether. For one, it wasn’t just a man and a woman. It was a bunch of people, all naked, and inserting all sorts of things into each other or into themselves. Men with men, woman with woman, an orgy of people all together, dildos, strap-ons, bondage… you name it. My little innocent brain wasn’t sure what it was processing!
Or did it? As there was one scene that I remember so well, so vividly. I had forgotten all about it till just recently, till LnL stirred up so much in me. It was of a woman lying naked on a tall, thin, examination-type table, her arms and legs restrained. Standing around the table were a bunch of other naked people, mostly woman, which excited me as I have always had bi-tendencies. The woman lying bound on the table was also blindfolded, making her completely helpless. As she lay there naked, the people surrounding her were tickling her. And not just with fingers and feathers, but with unusual objects too. The ones I remember most were the toy cars. They were driving these little matchbox cars all over her body. And as I watched this, my entire immature body caught fire… it lit up with so much excitement. I could barely contain myself!
But I had to. My friend was sitting right next to me. And as she kept requesting that I change the channel, and I kept persisting we watch just a little longer hiding the remote from her, it started to get awkward. I became keenly aware that this scene was not doing it for her like it was me, and not only that, but I seem to remember her saying she felt ill. And so maybe this is when this tickling desire got awoken and then quickly buried again. Not to be seen till forty-something years later. Maybe this is when I learned it’s not the “norm.”
Now that I am older and wiser, I have learned the “norm” is overrated, and kind of boring. And it helps when you have friends like LnL who help to show you that “normal” means different things to different people, and who help you learn that there are other “normal” people just like you out there. And so here I am. Hi BDSM/fetish/tickling world!
And that’s what this is. A big hello. My introduction into a world I am only scraping the surface of. I haven’t actually experienced any of it. I am a BDSM/fetish virgin, so to speak. But with the help of LnL, that may all just change.
So yeah, we’ve known each other since high school, but never well. But I do remember him, and that’s saying a lot as most of my high school years are a complete blur to me. I remember him cause he was a cutie. A year younger than me, on the football team, and I was a cheerleader. I remember making sure I got him as one of the boys’ lockers I got to decorate before the games. I somehow wanted him to notice how I put just maybe a bit more effort into decorating his locker. Maybe he would pick up my clues that I dug him. Not that it would’ve mattered as we both always seemed to be dating someone else, but still… I wanted him to know.
Fast forward about 20 years, and through the power of Facebook, we end up becoming “chat” friends. (Couldn’t really be more than that as I am living on the west coast now, and he is still on the east coast). We got caught up on each other’s lives, marriage, kids, etc. Then, as happens often with kids, my “life” took a hiatus, and I fell off FB. Another 9 years went by, and suddenly, there is LnL reaching out to say hi. And the timing couldn’t have been better as he had been on my mind. Unbeknownst to him, I had a very important question to ask him.
See, there was one chat-conversation I never forgot. I happened to be on beachy vacation at the time it occurred, and LnL was very adamant that I send him some sand from between my toes. The pure persistence of his request cued me in to a possible foot fetish. And it stuck with me ever since. I don’t know why. Or I didn’t at the time. But I remember seeing him in a whole new way after that conversation.
So nine years and a-separation-from-my-husband later, I started dating a guy. A guy with a bit of a foot fetish, and my mind instantly went to LnL. So when I see a FB message in my inbox from him just recently, I literally couldn’t wait to be done exchanging the normal pleasantries so I could finally ask him what I really wanted to know:
“…do you still have a foot fetish?”
He was stunned, shocked, and caught off guard. He hadn’t remembered any of that conversation. But what stunned and shocked him most was… that I had. And I could see his mind churning, trying to figure out what was about to transpire. Were we really about to go down that rabbit hole? And oh yes, he took me in, he took me down. Two nights in a row, we talked deep into the night. I couldn’t get enough of learning about this world of real people I never knew existed, (outside of porn, that is). And he vowed to teach me. He became my master of sorts, my Sir. And he named me Pebbles, (cause he thinks my toes look like little pebbles).
This world excited me, he excited me. I masturbated so many times to the new ideas he left floating around in my head. And I wanted more. I wanted him to show me. I wanted to feel it, experience it. I wanted to feel him, experience him.
So, we scheduled a tentative date for a time when I know I’ll be back on the east coast. And although LnL already shared with you all his ideas of how he sees that meeting going, I wanted to share with you the scenes that have been playing in my mind since first entertaining the idea this could all really happen. There will be a lot of similarities and cross-overs between the two stories, but there will be some notable differences as well. I expect the truth of our experience, when it actually happens, will lie somewhere in between. Enjoy!
Part 2:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?317381-To-Sir-with-Love-Part-2-Establishing-Trust
Part 3:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?317384-To-Sir-with-Love-Part-3-The-Challenge
Part 4:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?317399-To-Sir-with-Love-Part-4-The-Conclusion
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