Ok, generally, I classify myself as someone that hates to be tickled, and it's true. Some parts of my body are worse than others, one being my feet.
Flatfoot used to tickle me all the time and it was just almost unbearable when he would target my feet. But, it's been years since he's tickled them and last night I decided that I'd let him do it and record it for his own arsenal of goodies. I went into the whole thing with the intention to grin and bear/bare it (no pun intended).
He shackled my ankles and then went to town. At first it was intense, but then I found myself... laughing instead of wincing. It began to be fun. I began to enjoy it. I realized that I could handle and tolerate it. It wasn't like I remembered it being. Almost like my feet have changed to allow me to handle it more.
The only thing I can think is that, even thought it's been a long time since he's done this to me, since then, he's indulged his fetish for my feet very regularly and I've gotten used to his hands on my feet without that anxiety I used to feel. I welcome his massages and hands... and tongue on them now. I think that this is what made our play session so much different this time.
It wasn't just the playing that I liked, but the fact that he was enjoying it so much and that he was so turned on and turned on by me enjoying it and laughing... even snorting a few of my inevitable, characteristic geek laughs.
Is it too soon to say that maybe I don't hate it like I thought I did?
Flatfoot used to tickle me all the time and it was just almost unbearable when he would target my feet. But, it's been years since he's tickled them and last night I decided that I'd let him do it and record it for his own arsenal of goodies. I went into the whole thing with the intention to grin and bear/bare it (no pun intended).
He shackled my ankles and then went to town. At first it was intense, but then I found myself... laughing instead of wincing. It began to be fun. I began to enjoy it. I realized that I could handle and tolerate it. It wasn't like I remembered it being. Almost like my feet have changed to allow me to handle it more.
The only thing I can think is that, even thought it's been a long time since he's done this to me, since then, he's indulged his fetish for my feet very regularly and I've gotten used to his hands on my feet without that anxiety I used to feel. I welcome his massages and hands... and tongue on them now. I think that this is what made our play session so much different this time.
It wasn't just the playing that I liked, but the fact that he was enjoying it so much and that he was so turned on and turned on by me enjoying it and laughing... even snorting a few of my inevitable, characteristic geek laughs.
Is it too soon to say that maybe I don't hate it like I thought I did?
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