--- Susan and I were both in our early 40's and had been dating for several months,... intimacy was beginning to emerge between us and, in fact, we were on the verge of moving in together. But being the self-conscious and reserved sort, I had never breathed a word about my foot- and tickling fetish,.... although I was dying to get my hands on her exquisite feet.
--- That day finally arrived, and it was a real bummer at first. We were sitting on the floor watching TV,... Susan had ditched her sneakers, but still wore white socks. As innocently as I could, I reached over and curled my fingers around her toes. Well,.... her reaction could not have been more extreme if I had started shooting up the place with an Uzi.
--- She screamed so loudly that it actually scared me,... kicking wildly,.. and rolled into a fetal position,... practically catatonic (except for the whimpering). As I attempted to apologize, she breathlessly explained to me that, as a child, her three older brothers had delighted in holding her down and tickling her feet.... which was the worst torture she could imagine. She finished by instructing me that I would never again touch her feet. Great, eh?
--- Fast-forward about a month. Susan and I were in bed,... making love for perhaps only the third or fourth time in our fledgling relationship. Susan had been wearing a long bathrobe, and at one point I simply pulled out the robe's sash and used it to tie her hands together,... then anchored her bound wrists to the brass rungs of the headboard. I said nothing as I did this,... and she made zero objection. I know,..... it was a gamble,... but as it turned out, it wasn't my last gamble.
--- As Susan neared her "moment," she drew one leg up alongside me and I reached behind me and grasped her foot. I couldn't help myself. I tickled her foot. I guess everything happened at once, then, but I knew I had heard that scream before. Susan arched up off the bed as if every nerve in her body was experiencing a synapse at the same instant. The paroxysm lasted a good many seconds, too, and for a moment I thought I had really messed up. But Susan emerged from her stupor to inform me that that was the most powerful climax she had ever experienced,.. and that furthermore, it was the foot-tickling that had set it off. Well. How about that?
--- Now, fast-forward another couple of weeks. A "little" foot-play had crept into our fooling around,... although we had not managed to re-create that first big-bang. Susan and I were sitting around our apartment on a lazy Saturday afternoon,... pretty bored, really,... not knowing what to do,... and Susan simply blurted out, "Would you like to tie me up and tickle my feet?"
--- My first reaction was to choke on my beer. And then I honestly told Susan that I would really love to just hear her repeat that same sentence a couple of times (She giggled and humored my request) Then she told me that she had fantasized all her life about being tied up,... but had never experienced it until the episode a couple of weeks earlier,.. and it had CHANGED EVERYTHING. And for some reason, she no longer had the old aversion to having her feet tickled,... in fact, she loved it. And her bondage interests proved to be pretty elaborate, too.
---We went on to enjoy frequent bondage-foot tickling scenarios for five or six years after that day,.... but I never attempted to find out any more than I have just related,...
--- So I wanted to inquire of the TMF group.. (and this is the reason that I put this post in Discussion, rather than in True Stories) What do you think was going on here? Was there some submerged sexual eroticism in Susan's early torturous experiences with her brothers? Did her bondage fetish "trump" the tickling aversion? Other theories? Similar experiences? Anyone?
--- That day finally arrived, and it was a real bummer at first. We were sitting on the floor watching TV,... Susan had ditched her sneakers, but still wore white socks. As innocently as I could, I reached over and curled my fingers around her toes. Well,.... her reaction could not have been more extreme if I had started shooting up the place with an Uzi.
--- She screamed so loudly that it actually scared me,... kicking wildly,.. and rolled into a fetal position,... practically catatonic (except for the whimpering). As I attempted to apologize, she breathlessly explained to me that, as a child, her three older brothers had delighted in holding her down and tickling her feet.... which was the worst torture she could imagine. She finished by instructing me that I would never again touch her feet. Great, eh?
--- Fast-forward about a month. Susan and I were in bed,... making love for perhaps only the third or fourth time in our fledgling relationship. Susan had been wearing a long bathrobe, and at one point I simply pulled out the robe's sash and used it to tie her hands together,... then anchored her bound wrists to the brass rungs of the headboard. I said nothing as I did this,... and she made zero objection. I know,..... it was a gamble,... but as it turned out, it wasn't my last gamble.
--- As Susan neared her "moment," she drew one leg up alongside me and I reached behind me and grasped her foot. I couldn't help myself. I tickled her foot. I guess everything happened at once, then, but I knew I had heard that scream before. Susan arched up off the bed as if every nerve in her body was experiencing a synapse at the same instant. The paroxysm lasted a good many seconds, too, and for a moment I thought I had really messed up. But Susan emerged from her stupor to inform me that that was the most powerful climax she had ever experienced,.. and that furthermore, it was the foot-tickling that had set it off. Well. How about that?
--- Now, fast-forward another couple of weeks. A "little" foot-play had crept into our fooling around,... although we had not managed to re-create that first big-bang. Susan and I were sitting around our apartment on a lazy Saturday afternoon,... pretty bored, really,... not knowing what to do,... and Susan simply blurted out, "Would you like to tie me up and tickle my feet?"
--- My first reaction was to choke on my beer. And then I honestly told Susan that I would really love to just hear her repeat that same sentence a couple of times (She giggled and humored my request) Then she told me that she had fantasized all her life about being tied up,... but had never experienced it until the episode a couple of weeks earlier,.. and it had CHANGED EVERYTHING. And for some reason, she no longer had the old aversion to having her feet tickled,... in fact, she loved it. And her bondage interests proved to be pretty elaborate, too.
---We went on to enjoy frequent bondage-foot tickling scenarios for five or six years after that day,.... but I never attempted to find out any more than I have just related,...
--- So I wanted to inquire of the TMF group.. (and this is the reason that I put this post in Discussion, rather than in True Stories) What do you think was going on here? Was there some submerged sexual eroticism in Susan's early torturous experiences with her brothers? Did her bondage fetish "trump" the tickling aversion? Other theories? Similar experiences? Anyone?
