SoleMates
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Spurred on by Mitch's recent thread about asking a close friend of his if she was ticklish, I decided to share a story about one of my models (Zoe) who also happens to be a close friend.
Zoe has, obviously, known about my foot/tickling fetish for some time, and often lets me indulge. I give her foot massages, have tickled her feet (she's horribly ticklish; I'll be shooting a video with her again once she's recovered from surgery), and once, even got a 'foot show' as thanks for fixing her computer, wherein she modeled some selections from her vast collection of crazy stripper heels for me. That last one, I didn't even ask her to do; she likes showing off her feet for me, and enjoys the attention I pay to them.
Sounds like a dream come true, right? How did I manage to pull this off? What did I do? What did I say?
Well, read on.
Before I begin, though, I jus' wanna say that this is not a "try this exact script with your friends and it will lead to tickling heaven, guaranteed!", but it does provide much better results than most of the wacky, contrived situations I see bandied about here. It's worked with other women I've known, also, so there's probably something to it.
I met Zoe years ago. She's a friend-of-a-friend who always used to be at the same social functions I was. I never really noticed her in a romantic/fetishy way, as she was pretty private about such things and didn't exactly go broadcasting what, if anything, she was into to the gang at large (which is, actually, kind of unusual in my social circle - but anyway).
Still, we eventually got to be friends. I can't really explain how that part of it happened; we were at the same parties over and over again and familiarity breeds comfort, I suppose. We talked a lot. It just evolved naturally.
One day, she wore something other than her usual sweats and sneakers - which she always wears, even in hot weather. For some reason, though, on this day she decided that shorts and flip-flops were in order. Naturally, I noticed; not only was it a radical departure from her usual wardrobe, but whoah, Nelly; she had her some NICE getaway sticks.
This is normally about the time that us foot guys start gettin' some gears turnin' in our heads, and start plotting and scheming about what magic words need to be said to invoke Tickle Magic. I won't lie; my first thought upon seeing her barefoot was "WANT"... but this is where our story takes a turn for the different.
She kicked her flips off and sat down near me. I nodded at her bare feet and said, "That's new."
She looked at me blankly.
"I've never seen you barefoot before," I clarified.
"Oh." Was her response. I forget exactly what she said next, but it was something about how I was right that it was a rare thing, which, she continued, was a shame because "my legs look hot in heels."
I nodded. "No complaints here."
Before we move on, I just want to mention that (I feel) this is a good example of "planting the seed". You're not all up in her face, you just lob a quick, non committal comment and see if she bites. Notice I didn't say anything like, "Hey. Wow. Twenty feet of rope, some baby oil, and those luscious peds and I could die a happy man." She was the one who supplied the extra bit about her legs being hot; and rather than start nodding enthusuastically and goin' all "yes, you have really nice legs, what time do they open?", I just agreed with her and left it at that.
I don't remember how much later the next "stage" of the process was. Could have been weeks. Could have been months. I dunno. We were definitely friends by now, and not in a "I talk to you because you're always winding up in the same room as me so I'll be polite"-kinda way. How do you know that's the case? shrug - I wish I could say. Sometimes you just know. Anyway, I figured that what I was about to do wouldn't be received badly.
Once again, we were at our mutual bud's place, and she was stretched out on the couch. All the couches were full (said bud had like four of them, it was pretty cool), so if I wanted to sit down I needed to invade somebody's space anyway. So, I walked over to Zoe's couch, made my way to the half she had her feet on, bent down, and gave her socked foot a quick tickle.
This, I've found, is generally a good way to do it; it saves you from having to figure out how to ask if she's ticklish, because if she's not, you'll know right away. Also, if she doesn't like being tickled, you'll find that out right away, too; and the interaction isn't focused on the tickling, it's focused on you getting a seat. You're tickling her not because you want to get all creepy and flirty and fetishy, you're tickling her because, well, you need her to move so you can sit down. And, of course, you would only do this to someone you knew ahead of time wouldn't mind you sitting next to them anyway. (If she gets miffed, here's what you do; say "Sorry", and leave it at that.)
So, what happened? Well, she did in fact jerk her foot and crunch her legs up into a ball as I sat down, then said, "My feet are extremely ticklish."
"You say that like it's a bad thing", I deadpanned.
(This is probably the most useful flirtatious phrase I've ever run across. It's a compliment without being a compliment, and it lets her know you like whatever it is she thinks she's denigrating/apologizing for without you having to go all awkward and put her on the spot with a direct compliment.)
She didn't put her legs back out immediately, but she did go on to say that her last boyfriend "couldn't even give me a foot massage, because it just tickled too much."
Naturally, I offered her one. "Well, I hate to brag, but I give the best foot massages ever. Even to ticklish people. Want one?"
She put her feet in my lap, but told me to leave her socks on. So, I gave her a foot massage. When I was finished, she was impressed.
"Nobody's ever been able to do that before."
I shrugged. "What can I say? I know feet."
I wish I could explain exactly how Zoe found out I had a foot fetish, but I honestly don't remember. Eventually it just kinda came out naturally. Maybe she made a comment about it because I always enjoyed rubbing her feet, and said so. I really don't know. What I do know, is that we started hanging out a lot beyond our friend's parties after that. We weren't involved, and neither of us ever made a move, but once she realized that she didn't have to be awkward about asking me to rub her feet, which she enjoyed, she started doing it all the time. She even made a point to show off the (rare as hen's teeth) pedicure she got (with purple nail polish) for her sister's wedding.
Eventually, though, I decided that I wanted to take this further. I mean, I enjoyed giving her foot massages but I'm a foot fetishist, dammit; I wanted to worship and tickle her feet in the worst way. We'd had discussions about our fetishes in the past, so the stage had been set; she wasn't weirded out by my foot fetish, she knew I liked her feet, and she was comfortable with me touching them.
This is when you spring stuff on people.
Anyhoo. One night we were watching TV at her place. I'd made up my mind that I was going to ask her if I could worship her feet that night, but it still took me damn near forever to decide the moment was right. Rather than just spring it on her, I figured, I should ask her when I was going to leave; that way, if she said no or I otherwise blew the moment, I had an escape route. I mean, truth be told, even though I thought it was okay to ask, I wasn't a hundred percent sure that something wouldn't go wrong.
"Well, it's getting late," I said as the show we were watching wound to a close. "I should probably think about going. But, before I do..." I paused. "I really like your feet. Would it be okay if I sucked your toes?"
Silence.
The look on her face told me I'd just screwed the pooch. It was not a look of "He asked me! He asked me!". It was a look of "Uh oh. Awkward. How do I let him down gently?"
I stood up to leave. "Never mind. It's cool."
"Yeah," she said. "I don't think that would be a good idea." She paused. "But you don't have to feel embarassed for asking, though."
"No worries," I said. "Good night."
I kinda kept my distance for a while, after that. I figured I'd overstepped my bounds, and that I needed to let her frame our relationship in whatever way would make her comfortable. She kept inviting me over, though, so I continued to hang out with her and didn't mention anything foot-related again. Finally, what happened was... she got a virus.
A computer virus, that is. One that I'd dealt with on my own PC in the past, so when she called me in a frustrated panic, I offered to come by and fix it. During the conversation we had while I was working on her computer, she started talking about shoes. I'm not sure why, but obviously, this is relevant to my interests. She mentioned something about shopping (I think the wedding had either come and gone or was still in the future, so her wedding shoes were on her mind) and then offered to show them to me.
She modeled a few pairs of heels for me as thanks for fixing her computer, so I took this to mean she was still okay with me liking her feet. I didn't know, however, if it meant I could look, but not touch. During the 'show', she mentioned something about her ex-boyfriend, and how he used to accidentally tickle her feet/toes while trying to be all sexy-like (I guess they'd experimented with foot worship or something in the past). I honestly have no idea how it came up, but since she was going on about it at length, I took that as a good sign. Maybe she was being apologetic?
On the way home, I got an idea. I texted her once I pulled into my driveway. It said, simply, "Can't say I haven't thought about tickling your toes myself a few times... 😉"
Ten minutes passed, then my phone rang.
"All you had to do was ask."
I explained that I had wanted to, but after what happened the last time I'd brought something like that up, I didn't think it'd be a good idea. She explained that she didn't mind tickling, but didn't like the feeling of having her toes sucked on. It wasn't that she didn't like that I was interested in her feet that way, it was that she didn't want to do that one specific thing.
So, the next time we hung out, I asked her flat out. "So... mind if I tickle your feet?"
She agreed. And I did. She was, as described, horribly ticklish. But... to her credit, she still lasted an hour.
We haven't really played since, but that was mostly due to conflicting schedules and what-not. I figure if it's in the cards, it'll happen again. But, when I told her I was setting up my video store, she immediately asked to be a part of it. "I want to get in on that", I believe, were her exact words.
In conclusion, I guess that it's fair to note that this entire thing evolved over a couple of years. It doesn't always take that long, obviously, but it is often a gradual process. Or, at least, a process that you can't rush. It'll happen at the pace it's going to happen... and here's the important part; you have to be okay with it if it doesn't.
I'd say looking back on it that erring on the side of caution scored me a lot more points than bumbling ahead and blurting stuff out. Subtlety and a lack of pretense, also; no grand machinations hidden in anecdotes about how my soccer coach accidentally tickled me and the goalposts fell on my legs pinning me in place... just a simple, "Hey. Nice feet."
Works wonders.
Oh, and obviously, you can see Zoe's first two clips in my store. "Zoe: Completely Naked" and "Heel, Zoe Heel!" show off her soft, ticklish, all-natural feet in all their glory.
Regards,
Arch
Zoe has, obviously, known about my foot/tickling fetish for some time, and often lets me indulge. I give her foot massages, have tickled her feet (she's horribly ticklish; I'll be shooting a video with her again once she's recovered from surgery), and once, even got a 'foot show' as thanks for fixing her computer, wherein she modeled some selections from her vast collection of crazy stripper heels for me. That last one, I didn't even ask her to do; she likes showing off her feet for me, and enjoys the attention I pay to them.
Sounds like a dream come true, right? How did I manage to pull this off? What did I do? What did I say?
Well, read on.
Before I begin, though, I jus' wanna say that this is not a "try this exact script with your friends and it will lead to tickling heaven, guaranteed!", but it does provide much better results than most of the wacky, contrived situations I see bandied about here. It's worked with other women I've known, also, so there's probably something to it.
***
I met Zoe years ago. She's a friend-of-a-friend who always used to be at the same social functions I was. I never really noticed her in a romantic/fetishy way, as she was pretty private about such things and didn't exactly go broadcasting what, if anything, she was into to the gang at large (which is, actually, kind of unusual in my social circle - but anyway).
Still, we eventually got to be friends. I can't really explain how that part of it happened; we were at the same parties over and over again and familiarity breeds comfort, I suppose. We talked a lot. It just evolved naturally.
One day, she wore something other than her usual sweats and sneakers - which she always wears, even in hot weather. For some reason, though, on this day she decided that shorts and flip-flops were in order. Naturally, I noticed; not only was it a radical departure from her usual wardrobe, but whoah, Nelly; she had her some NICE getaway sticks.
This is normally about the time that us foot guys start gettin' some gears turnin' in our heads, and start plotting and scheming about what magic words need to be said to invoke Tickle Magic. I won't lie; my first thought upon seeing her barefoot was "WANT"... but this is where our story takes a turn for the different.
She kicked her flips off and sat down near me. I nodded at her bare feet and said, "That's new."
She looked at me blankly.
"I've never seen you barefoot before," I clarified.
"Oh." Was her response. I forget exactly what she said next, but it was something about how I was right that it was a rare thing, which, she continued, was a shame because "my legs look hot in heels."
I nodded. "No complaints here."
Before we move on, I just want to mention that (I feel) this is a good example of "planting the seed". You're not all up in her face, you just lob a quick, non committal comment and see if she bites. Notice I didn't say anything like, "Hey. Wow. Twenty feet of rope, some baby oil, and those luscious peds and I could die a happy man." She was the one who supplied the extra bit about her legs being hot; and rather than start nodding enthusuastically and goin' all "yes, you have really nice legs, what time do they open?", I just agreed with her and left it at that.
***
I don't remember how much later the next "stage" of the process was. Could have been weeks. Could have been months. I dunno. We were definitely friends by now, and not in a "I talk to you because you're always winding up in the same room as me so I'll be polite"-kinda way. How do you know that's the case? shrug - I wish I could say. Sometimes you just know. Anyway, I figured that what I was about to do wouldn't be received badly.
Once again, we were at our mutual bud's place, and she was stretched out on the couch. All the couches were full (said bud had like four of them, it was pretty cool), so if I wanted to sit down I needed to invade somebody's space anyway. So, I walked over to Zoe's couch, made my way to the half she had her feet on, bent down, and gave her socked foot a quick tickle.
This, I've found, is generally a good way to do it; it saves you from having to figure out how to ask if she's ticklish, because if she's not, you'll know right away. Also, if she doesn't like being tickled, you'll find that out right away, too; and the interaction isn't focused on the tickling, it's focused on you getting a seat. You're tickling her not because you want to get all creepy and flirty and fetishy, you're tickling her because, well, you need her to move so you can sit down. And, of course, you would only do this to someone you knew ahead of time wouldn't mind you sitting next to them anyway. (If she gets miffed, here's what you do; say "Sorry", and leave it at that.)
So, what happened? Well, she did in fact jerk her foot and crunch her legs up into a ball as I sat down, then said, "My feet are extremely ticklish."
"You say that like it's a bad thing", I deadpanned.
(This is probably the most useful flirtatious phrase I've ever run across. It's a compliment without being a compliment, and it lets her know you like whatever it is she thinks she's denigrating/apologizing for without you having to go all awkward and put her on the spot with a direct compliment.)
She didn't put her legs back out immediately, but she did go on to say that her last boyfriend "couldn't even give me a foot massage, because it just tickled too much."
Naturally, I offered her one. "Well, I hate to brag, but I give the best foot massages ever. Even to ticklish people. Want one?"
She put her feet in my lap, but told me to leave her socks on. So, I gave her a foot massage. When I was finished, she was impressed.
"Nobody's ever been able to do that before."
I shrugged. "What can I say? I know feet."
***
I wish I could explain exactly how Zoe found out I had a foot fetish, but I honestly don't remember. Eventually it just kinda came out naturally. Maybe she made a comment about it because I always enjoyed rubbing her feet, and said so. I really don't know. What I do know, is that we started hanging out a lot beyond our friend's parties after that. We weren't involved, and neither of us ever made a move, but once she realized that she didn't have to be awkward about asking me to rub her feet, which she enjoyed, she started doing it all the time. She even made a point to show off the (rare as hen's teeth) pedicure she got (with purple nail polish) for her sister's wedding.
Eventually, though, I decided that I wanted to take this further. I mean, I enjoyed giving her foot massages but I'm a foot fetishist, dammit; I wanted to worship and tickle her feet in the worst way. We'd had discussions about our fetishes in the past, so the stage had been set; she wasn't weirded out by my foot fetish, she knew I liked her feet, and she was comfortable with me touching them.
This is when you spring stuff on people.
Anyhoo. One night we were watching TV at her place. I'd made up my mind that I was going to ask her if I could worship her feet that night, but it still took me damn near forever to decide the moment was right. Rather than just spring it on her, I figured, I should ask her when I was going to leave; that way, if she said no or I otherwise blew the moment, I had an escape route. I mean, truth be told, even though I thought it was okay to ask, I wasn't a hundred percent sure that something wouldn't go wrong.
"Well, it's getting late," I said as the show we were watching wound to a close. "I should probably think about going. But, before I do..." I paused. "I really like your feet. Would it be okay if I sucked your toes?"
Silence.
The look on her face told me I'd just screwed the pooch. It was not a look of "He asked me! He asked me!". It was a look of "Uh oh. Awkward. How do I let him down gently?"
I stood up to leave. "Never mind. It's cool."
"Yeah," she said. "I don't think that would be a good idea." She paused. "But you don't have to feel embarassed for asking, though."
"No worries," I said. "Good night."
***
I kinda kept my distance for a while, after that. I figured I'd overstepped my bounds, and that I needed to let her frame our relationship in whatever way would make her comfortable. She kept inviting me over, though, so I continued to hang out with her and didn't mention anything foot-related again. Finally, what happened was... she got a virus.
A computer virus, that is. One that I'd dealt with on my own PC in the past, so when she called me in a frustrated panic, I offered to come by and fix it. During the conversation we had while I was working on her computer, she started talking about shoes. I'm not sure why, but obviously, this is relevant to my interests. She mentioned something about shopping (I think the wedding had either come and gone or was still in the future, so her wedding shoes were on her mind) and then offered to show them to me.
She modeled a few pairs of heels for me as thanks for fixing her computer, so I took this to mean she was still okay with me liking her feet. I didn't know, however, if it meant I could look, but not touch. During the 'show', she mentioned something about her ex-boyfriend, and how he used to accidentally tickle her feet/toes while trying to be all sexy-like (I guess they'd experimented with foot worship or something in the past). I honestly have no idea how it came up, but since she was going on about it at length, I took that as a good sign. Maybe she was being apologetic?
On the way home, I got an idea. I texted her once I pulled into my driveway. It said, simply, "Can't say I haven't thought about tickling your toes myself a few times... 😉"
Ten minutes passed, then my phone rang.
"All you had to do was ask."
I explained that I had wanted to, but after what happened the last time I'd brought something like that up, I didn't think it'd be a good idea. She explained that she didn't mind tickling, but didn't like the feeling of having her toes sucked on. It wasn't that she didn't like that I was interested in her feet that way, it was that she didn't want to do that one specific thing.
So, the next time we hung out, I asked her flat out. "So... mind if I tickle your feet?"
She agreed. And I did. She was, as described, horribly ticklish. But... to her credit, she still lasted an hour.
We haven't really played since, but that was mostly due to conflicting schedules and what-not. I figure if it's in the cards, it'll happen again. But, when I told her I was setting up my video store, she immediately asked to be a part of it. "I want to get in on that", I believe, were her exact words.
In conclusion, I guess that it's fair to note that this entire thing evolved over a couple of years. It doesn't always take that long, obviously, but it is often a gradual process. Or, at least, a process that you can't rush. It'll happen at the pace it's going to happen... and here's the important part; you have to be okay with it if it doesn't.
I'd say looking back on it that erring on the side of caution scored me a lot more points than bumbling ahead and blurting stuff out. Subtlety and a lack of pretense, also; no grand machinations hidden in anecdotes about how my soccer coach accidentally tickled me and the goalposts fell on my legs pinning me in place... just a simple, "Hey. Nice feet."
Works wonders.
Oh, and obviously, you can see Zoe's first two clips in my store. "Zoe: Completely Naked" and "Heel, Zoe Heel!" show off her soft, ticklish, all-natural feet in all their glory.
Regards,
Arch
