As a small boy I was constantly tickled by females - older sisters, their friends, girls at school, even certain teachers. I was conditioned at an early age to associate tickling with female care and affection. This concept developed in my mind to full blown obsession. In my world, women were on this Earth to tickle men.
I used to be very embarrassed about this obsession, and the idea of anybody finding out about my big secret was just too frightening to consider. When I was 17 or 18, I began reading books about sex and sexual alternatives. I found that there were people who get off on being trampled, abused, even pissed and shit on. Suddenly my thrill of tickling seemed very benign in comparison and I realized that it was very cool and nothing about which to be ashamed or embarrassed.
Once I made this adjustment, the ticklers seemed to come out of the woodwork. On the job, I was getting tickled by both single and married women alike, and all because I treated tickling like a cool and fun thing, instead of some kind of sexual deviation.