Hey there Izzy,
I am convinced there is something inside of us that is simply genetic. Let's face it...you're either excited by something or you're not. There is no doubt that many of us have taken someone that has never even thought about being excited by our interest and have converted them. However, once they were exposed to it if there wasn't something innately inside them that was excited by it then it would have never clicked.
I remember the first time I saw a woman having her feet tickled on television I was about 7 or 8 years old. The hot, flush feeling came over me and the excitement floored me. Afterwards when I was around 10 or 11 I rolled this neighborhood girl that had a crush on me up in a blanket with her feet sticking outside. I took off her sneakers and socks and tickled her until she about peed herself. I think I wet myself in another way...lol. At that point I think we were both hooked. Every chance she got she teased me with her feet and I took full advantage and we had many sessions. I truly think that we both shared our first orgasm in that way and didn't really even know it.
You're bondage and tickling interest is a part of you and there is nothing sick about it. It is also a part of you that if it is not fulfilled there will be a deep void within you that never goes away. Sometimes most of us don't know whether to think of it as a blessing or a curse. I'd prefer to think of it as a blessing. The pleasure that we have received from having it far outweighs others that don't.
Embrace it and send me a map of how to get to your house....lol.
Bill
BILL I can definitely relate to this. Roughly starting about the same age. It was an older babysitter who was a cousin (by law/marriage vs. biological, not that I would have cared at that time.) who had a habit of walking around barefoot and painting her nails a lot while my brother and I read, watched cartoons or played. She had a bad habit of walking past, around, in front or us cleaning up, ordering us around and gabbing on the phone. (I think she was around 17 or 19 and a volleyball player-BIG CURVY LEGS.) eventually she got comfy and playful enough to do things like planting/arching her foot on my chest and standing over me (hands on her hips) if I got mouthy; or getting me in a leg scissors if I pestered her too much (I must've been 9-10 years old then...?). I loved it and thought she was cool and fun. Eventually I fell in love with her (BIG CRUSH as my Mom put it). I would do anything to watch her dangle her shoes, walk on tip toes, fan her toes when stretching, even watch her just curling up in my dad's arm chair feet ticked under her hips made me crazy. I would sit on the floor near her legs/feet, even made a bad habit of hugging her from behind while on my knees (usually when she was making us a snack or something) nuzzling her hamstrings and beautiful curvy butt.
Once I accidently tickled her foot and she jumped and hissed at me before a full blown grapple match ensued (which usually ended up with her sitting on my chest plinking my nose; me in a headlock or me in a leg scissors). I was almost done (pinned) when I remembered how sensitive her sweet honey colored soles (she was half-black, half-native american, and tall) were and I clawed them which such vigor and passion that she stamped and hurdled away from me like a gazelle on the serengetti plains. That moment of realization (and POWER I guess) warped my lil' kinky/juvenile mind. Her ticklish feet, curvy legs, round hips and my ability to have contact with such in an 'innocent ' became almost a fanatical obsession with me. She noticed it too and would constantly tuck, hide or cover her feet if it was late. Once my brother fell asleep it was ON! Which sometimes angered her as I would stop trying to sniff, tickled or even grapple her feet. Looking back it was the pivotal point in my tickling fetish (as well as foot/leg/ass fetish Iguess) development and passion.
I almost cried when she left for college that fall. I think I struggled with her memory for over 5 years, well into puberty. The reason I share that is to illustrate that sometimes something in the individual is 'TRIGGERED' in such a way that your natural tendencies adapt, imprint or MAP onto the situation and make it "one's own". I am sure my passion and desire to tickle and subdue (a lady) stems from some innate need to attack, grab, mate(?), be physical, that is most assuredly biological. My personna such that being wired (as an individual by way of genetics/heredity, not due to being a male neccessarily) more for assertive or aggressive tendencies lending itself to the pursuit of more physical and (though not aware of it as a youth) erotic stimulation.
The heightened, racing pulse, emotional high/ancitipation the sensory overload, smell of moist female feet in a summer evening, the psychological interplay, the touch and texture of her soles and soft female skin, the visual appeal of her supple, flexible feet and animated toes/hips, the sound(s) or her laughing, hissing and even grunting when staving me off or pinning me down, ALL OF IT.
AWESOME TOPIC by the way.
