When does it become unhealthy?

[MrTicklefeet]

Some years ago, I had a relationship with a stunningly lovely woman, named Janet. This was the dream girl of sorts, great communication, great sex. Tall, thin, long straight hair to her butt, very curvy cute size 7's, high arches. She loved the fact I loved feet. She use to love to feed me fantasy images of the life I might like to have. Like having a harem of girls who would lie down on high tables in a row, with their bare feet hanging over the edge at face level so I could walk up to them and do whatever I like to them. Another was having a field of feet. Legs growing out of the ground with feet as flowers. I liked her imagination. Early on in the relationship, I discovered she had a great hatred for any sort of bondage. Someone else bringing it up, not me. Though we had playful tickle fights, there was nothing serious in this department, as we were still getting to know each other. The only condition for tickle fights, was I wasn't allowed to tickle her feet. Massage, worship, all good, just don't tickle the feet. One night, asking why, she got that far away look in her eyes, like going back to a very dark memory, and muttered with anger in her voice that she had been held down and tickled against her will twice in her life. Generally I'm empathic and sympathetic towards people who have had negative experiences with tickling, but part of me found this very exciting, and wanted to ask her to tell me the whole story, but seeing this was a painful negative experience for her, it was better to let it go. There goes me coming out of the closet. But now, her being so sexy, beautiful, and having such a sweet laugh, the image stayed in my head. Then while having sex, I was starting to experience trouble coming to orgasm and starting to go soft while inside her. The only way to drive through to home base was to fantasize about her being tied down and having her feet tickled mercilessly, laughing like crazy. So yes, I started feeling anxious about this, and feeling I couldn't tell her about my ultimate tickling desire after that. I started closing up, and needless to say, it ended badly. After it was all over, it turned out she started seeing someone else towards the end who ended up swindling her out of her savings account. "At least you weren't after my money," she said to me later. Nope, however, she never knew about my inner torment. I don't know which she would have found to be worse. I became gun shy about dating after that, and haven't had a girlfriend since.
Hence why I started renting models to tickle.