Your Tickling Journey

[ThePurpleQuill]

Hello all! I'd just like to ask you about your personal journey through tickling, and the events in your life that defined how you view the subject now.

For me, tickling has been revealed to me over time through media. This gradual discovery process began with depictions of tickling in cartoons, but fully came to fruition through the internet, being exposed to greater amounts of tickling materials from pictures to clips, videos, full movies, fiction, blog posts, gifs, and so on. Over time, my personal preferences have been expanded, encompassing near all forms on the tickling spectrum only influenced by the general mood of the day. While I primarily respond to light to moderately intense tickling with bondage, I find myself on certain days preferring the extremes of either, from the unbound teasing to the sadistic torture it can depict. This may be aided by the publication of tickling art and comics, which can depict a greater level of intensity as no real models are involved in its content.

I have to admit that my exposure to tickling content has thrown into question my notions of sexuality and sexual preference, for while I primarily enjoy the sight of women tickling and getting tickled, I find myself also attracted to content featuring primarily men. I especially find videos where the male ticklee is masked most appealing, able to insert myself into their position under the tickling fingers of another man. This in turn makes me think about myself and my own preferences, going from "I am a straight man" to "I'm straight but...you know, there are...things that, well...yeah."

Just a little bit about my own journey, hoping to hear from anyone who wants to share as well.

 

[tickler29]

My journey started when I was a young kid. I remember as a youngster, laying on my back on the living room floor and asking my older sister to tickle me. She'd kneel down beside me and tickle my belly. I loved every moment of it. In fact, when she'd stop, I'd be like "Tickle me again, longer this time". I loved the feeling of having my belly tickled. Then at some point, I'm not sure when, I switched to more of a ler, taking great joy in tickling my friends bellies. I would imagine the tickling sensations they were feeling, and wonder if they enjoyed it as much as I did.

 

[Blank account]

It started when I was a kid. I was tickled by my folks when I was younger, then by girlfriends when I got older. I think I always was aware, but the moment I knew it was a thing for me was in my early teens. I've always been more interested in nylon tickling, and I was always only interested in being a ler until my early 20's. I started wearing tights more openly and just began fantasising about being tickled, predominantly by men. At this point, I'm comfortable being a switch

 

[SmashTV]

My tickling fetish stemmed from my fetish for stocking feet. I'd had this from a very young age, four or five, and would always be excited when I'd see stocking feet on TV or in real life. I have no idea what caused it, but I was fascinated with how tights made female feet look so smooth, soft and snug. The origins of indulging my stocking foot fetish probably came from a woman called Wendy. She had a slender figure, short bobbed auburn hair and a smiley face....just lovely! She was a lodger that my parents had taken in when I was about 6 or 7, was undoubtedly my first crush. This was in no small part to her being a policewoman who, in the UK during the early 80s, had a uniform consisting of a black jacket, white shirt, black skirt and black tights for duty. Wendy would often make my day by padding around the house in black stocking feet just before or after a shift, and would always make a fuss of me.

I'd often sneak peeks at her stocking feet when I could, not understanding why I felt so excited when I'd see them. I can remember her giving my sister and I a 'wheelbarrow', where you hold someone by their ankles and they walk on their hands. She wasn't in her uniform at this time, but was in a check skirt and white tights, her shoes nowhere to be seen. I had that lovely tingling sensation at the sight of her feet, and so when I offered to give her a wheelbarrow I was in heaven when she agreed. I held her stocking ankles, and couldn't believe her feet were so close to me. Unfortunately, I was so excited that I dropped her, and that was the end of that! I can also recall trying to crawl close to her black stocking feet when she sat down in her uniform, and both her and my parents scolding me for it. This was embarrassing enough, but I also remember my mother teasing me - and telling Wendy - that I'd apparently said that 'I like it Wendy wears black tights'. I was sitting on my mum's lap when she said it, and remember trying to cover her mouth up, to no avail. Wendy was wearing her uniform at the time, and she laughed and wiggled her feet in the air in front of me at this announcement. I was mortified that she'd found this out, as even at that age I wanted to keep it secret. Even then, I knew that somehow liking stocking feet was a 'bit strange'. That said...if you're a young kid with a fetish for stocking feet, you could do a lot worse than having an attractive policewoman in the house unwittingly sparking your fetish!

However, the following two clips helped plant the seeds of my tickling fetish at an early age. First you have David Copperfield tickling Catherine Bach's (fake) stocking feet from about 1982:

https://youtu.be/xxKwkH6KMPk

Okay, so it's fake tickling but it's always had a special place in my heart as it opened my eyes to the power of tickling. The second one happened in 1985 when I was 10, and has remained more or less unseen until recently. Puppeteer Rod Hull had a puppet called Emu, who would often attack people by clamping his 'beak' over their mouth. In this instance, however, he attacked BBC Breakfast host Selena Scott, yanked her shoes off and proceeded to tickle her black stocking soles. At ten years old, this was one of the most exciting things I'd ever seen - thankfully, it still stands the test of time today!

https://youtu.be/kaLpxPvONm8

The following year aged 11, I had my first tickling experience when I tickled my aunt's greyish white stocking feet. She's not ticklish but likes the tickling sensation as it relaxes her. As a result she was happy for me to tickle her feet, and I've been a fan ever since! However, I didn't want anyone else to know of my stocking feet/tickling fetishes, and of course kept it to myself over the years. Although still primarily a nylon feet lover, my tickling fetish didn't really kick in until I found this place in the early 2000s. I realised that there was more to tickling than just stocking feet, and I've more of an appreciation of individual preferences, reactions, tools etc. I'm at the stage in my life where I'd like to session with others, if it was doable, and wouldn't feel bad about indulging in my fetish as others have done just to see if it would be as good as imagined. I expect it would be...!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[luvgirlsfeet]

Mine started out like many others ( as a kid ) my neighbors daughter ( Tina) and my younger sister Kathy would take turns sleeping over each others houses. One night back in the early 80's Tina slept over and I could see tina's bare feet sticking out from the blanket she used and I would gently tickle her feet as she slept.

 

[ILoveLadyFeet1]

I could write a short book on my tickling journey, from childhood to now. There's a lot of philosophy involved. But briefly, most of this journey began with the Internet. Yes, I ignored the "18 and older" warnings on sites in my early days. Thankfully, I think any damage done to me psychologically is minimal. The, I guess, "clean" and "tasteful" aspects of tickling always appealed to me more than the porn-ish style. So, I guess I walked away with what I think is a pretty clean and healthy outlook on tickling. Mine revolves around foot tickling and women. I guess pictures are better than words, so here are a few key ones:



swgirl: Ah, this is such a gem, a classic. It really represents an era for me and I'm sure for many others...the early days of just getting into exploring tickling WAY, WAY back. It has such a nostalgic value to me, even in ways that go beyond tickling and foot fetish. And it's such an innocent, beautiful picture. If any single image could represent my feelings about tickling, this would be it.



elizabeth: Tickling Paradise fans should recognize this. Tickling Paradise is also a huge part of my journey. It marks the sort of evolution of my love for tickling. Yes, they did produce some more "porn-ish" content, but I always loved them for the cleaner stuff. This is a classic, as well. I fell in love with these foot tickling audition clips, and to this day, stocks and foot tickling often go hand in hand in my mind. As an adult, I now design stocks and hope to build my own one day. I always loved the candid, genuine, on-the-spot, hilarious nature of these audition clips. As a young boy, should I have been watching videos of ladies getting their feet tickled in stocks? Probably not, haha. I think I turned out okay, though.



renfaire: With the recent explosion of the Renfaire thread here on this site, I must also mention Renfaire clips. Renfaire is such a huge part of my foot tickling fetish, as well. Here's what I think is one of the most recognizable Renfaire images if not the most recognizable. There's something classic, timeless, nostalgic, and fun about Renfaire videos and pictures. Though there are adult themes that of course come along with this, there's a fun innocence that it has, too...sort of a magical and festival quality to it that I absolutely adore beyond just the fetish aspect of it.

Everyone's view of tickling and fetishes is different. Some focus on JUST the body part, which is cool. Looking over this whole post, which is a quick summary of my tickling journey - though there's so much more I didn't cover - I can see that mine really revolves around the WHOLE woman - her entire beauty, her laugh, smile, reaction, what she's wearing, how she expresses herself, etc. I guess I'm pretty proud of that, considering how much damage the entirety of the Internet could have done to a young boy. I guess I was very lucky. Still, where the f*** were my parents?!