Although my loyalties lie with the 'Nylon Tickling Fetish' thread, here's my account of my first tickling experience. It's my first one period, but as it was with my aunt I figured I'd share it here. This is originally from the Mousepad site, so is told more from a foot fetish perspective but still gives an insight into the dawning of my tickle fetish.
I was 11 years old, and had been aware that I had a 'thing' for stocking feet since I was about 4 or 5. I always got a funny feeling in my 'tummy' whenever I saw female stocking feet on TV or in real life. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it felt good. Staring at stocking feet and feeling that delightful tingling sensation that always followed was all I could do as an 11 year old. However, that all changed in the summer of 1986 during a family holiday to my aunt's house. She lived in Scotland, and to be honest I wasn't bothered about going as to me it just meant a long drive and time away from my computer. However, a few weeks before we were due to go my grandmother happened to say to my mother that my aunt (my father's sister) loved having her feet tickled and massaged.
I'd been paying no attention to the conversation beforehand, but hearing those words was like having a switch flicked in my head. Feet could be tickled, feet could be touched, some women liked having their feet tickled and touched, my aunt liked having her feet tickled and touched. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but tickling my aunt's feet became my prime focus for the fortnight away. Although she was a bit of a stranger to me at the time as I'd not seen her in several years, my aunt was a delight to be around. She was a blonde, slim, attractive woman (a cross between Judi Dench and Lulu, if that helps) with a kind personality and would have been in her late 30s/early 40s at the time. She'd always be in a dress or skirt and blouse, which she'd wear with greyish white or tan tights and backless open toe slippers. Much to my delight, however, she'd often walk around the house in just her stocking feet. She also seemed to have a habit of slipping and dangling her stocking feet from her slippers when she sat at the table. I cottoned onto this, and so I'd make sure to sit in a position where I could sneak peeks at her feet when she did this. Even better, we once returned to my aunt's house and found her kneeling on the kitchen floor to get something from a cupboard. I noticed her white stocking feet peeking out from underneath her, and was delighted that she remained on the floor while talking to my parents. I casually changed position to stand behind her, taking in the magic view of her fully exposed white stocking soles.
This was all too good to be true for an 11 year old with a stocking foot fetish, but I wondered how I could transform peeking at her stocking feet into playing with them. During the day the house would be full - me, my parents and younger sister, my aunt, uncle and teenage cousin - or I'd be out with my family or my aunt would be at work, so my experiences were reduced to peeking and imagining. However, one day my luck changed, and I had absolutely nothing to do with it. We were all together in the living room, the adults talking and my sister and I sitting on the floor. We were near my shoeless aunt, playing a game or another while the adults all talked about this and that. Suddenly, out of the corner of my right eye I saw a slight movement from my sister, and then my aunt. I looked closely, and saw my sister tickling the top and instep of my aunt's right stocking foot! My aunt offered no resistance to this, and so my sister continued. Did she know about my aunt's love of foot tickling, or was it just a coincidence? I didn't know but without thinking I joined in and softly, slowly began to tickle my aunt's feet.
I was lost in the moment; the material of her tights and her feet were both so soft, my fingers gliding over her smooth soles. The adults didn't think it was a big deal, but I was overjoyed. I acted natural and remained calm, and continued tickling for as long as I could. My aunt isn't ticklish at all, but enjoys having her feet tickled as it relaxes her. I switched to massaging, feeling her toes, insteps, soles, and heels at which point my aunt complimented and thanked my sister and me for treating her. I carried on for a couple of minutes more, my heart racing like crazy, not believing what was happening, let alone that my aunt was enjoying it. It was every good a bit as I'd imagined, but it would get even better. Towards the end of the holiday my parents would sometimes go out for the night for some time alone. This would then leave my sister and I alone with my aunt. My uncle would often be working late, my cousin would be in his bedroom upstairs with teenage angst, and so my aunt would be left in charge. My sister and I both had lots of energy as you do when you're a kid, and so my aunt would often play on the floor with us. She was never in her slippers it seemed, only in white stocking feet. We were playing some game or another, me very conscious that my aunt's feet were on full display, when my aunt began to tickle my sister's side, saying she'd 'found a tickle spot'. My sister was giggling away, and so it seemed natural to tickle my aunt's feet. I moved round behind her and tickled her stocking soles, saying I'd found my aunt's tickle spot. Like I said, she's not ticklish but I think she was shocked at the sudden tickling sensation! I tickled just under her toes and along her soles, her white tights creasing and wrinkling under my fingers. I didn't tickle my aunt for long though, as I didn't want to get into any trouble. Thankfully, however, she didn't seem to mind as she started laughing and smiling as she tried to escape.
I remember feeling quite 'drunk' with excitement at all of this, and it seemed to be contagious. Due to my sister's position on the floor, she told my aunt, who was now standing, that she'd seen her knickers. Instead of feeling embarrassed or scolding my sister, my aunt proceeded to hoist her skirt quickly and flash us, showing red underwear hidden under white tights! I was taken aback, but also slightly aroused at seeing legs encased in tights for the first time, I was fascinated with how they wrapped around her waist and thighs. My aunt then said she needed to sit down as we'd worn her out, and settled back into the sofa. I then said we could carry on playing a game as she sat down, lifted her legs into the air and said 'Once upon a time there was an aunty who liked having her feet tickled!', and began to tickle and massage the soles of each foot as they remained in mid air. My aunt laughed and smiled, and then told me to turn around so I was sat in front of her but facing away. I did so, and then felt the weight of each foot resting on my shoulders, my aunt's stocking insteps directly next to my face! This was amazing, my aunt had no idea what she was doing to me, and although they were quite heavy on young shoulders I left them there as my aunt commented on how comfy she was. I couldn't quite see her feet, only their outlines in my peripheral vision. There was no smell or odour, but I could feel their warmth from the tickles they'd had. I then realised that I could reach back behind me and tickle her soles properly. I raised my hands and ran them over her feet, and felt my aunt relax and smile, happy with what I was doing. I did it for a few minutes, and then had an even better idea....
I asked my aunt to lift her feet off, and she initially refused, joking that I was her foot stool and she was comfy. I said I had another idea for a game, and that my aunt would like it. She eventually relented, and lifted her feet from my shoulders. I said that my sister and I were opening a beauty parlour, and that she could be our first customer. My aunt agreed, and I said that if she wanted, my sister would brush her hair (she'd taken to doing so during the holiday), and I would tickle and massage her feet. Eager to please, my aunt went along with it, but before we started I said to make it authentic she should put her slippers back on, as if she was coming in from the street. My aunt obliged, placed her slippers back on her feet and went outside, carrying her handbag for good measure. Because I was the elder sibling by three years, my sister was happy to follow my lead, and I said we should gets lots of cushions to make sure my aunt was comfy. We got all the cushions and placed them in a pile on the floor, and then announced to my aunt that we were ready.
My aunt knocked on the door, we said 'Come in!', and she greeted us, saying she was here for her appointment. We ushered her in, and sat her down on the cushions. I had got into the role of the spokesman, and referred to her as 'madam' and myself as 'sir' throughout the whole event. I asked her 'what appointments madam had come in for', and she said that she was having her hair brushed and her feet massaged. I then said that my sister would be looking after madam's hair, and sir would be looking after madam's feet. My aunt seemed happy enough, and then I gave her options.
'Would madam like her feet massaged, stroked, rubbed or tickled?'
Either was good with me, but my aunt opted for tickling, as 'it was more relaxing'. Happy to oblige, I slowly removed her slippers, and began to tickle her soft soles, moving up to her toes and insteps and down to her heels. My aunt commented on my handiwork, saying my touch was 'just right'. As much as I was enjoying myself, though, I've always had a thing for black tights/stocking feet, and had only seen my aunt in white/tan tights throughout the whole holiday. Keeping in character, I said to my aunt 'Sir is getting fed up seeing the same colour tights every day, you should wear black tights instead!', to which my aunt laughed, but sadly didn't follow up on (she later told my mother about this a few days after, much to my embarrassment). I continued to tickle her white stocking feet for about ten minutes more, before my aunt suggested that my sister and I swap places and I brushed her hair. I went along with it so as to not look suspicious, but needless to say, I didn't enjoy this as much! Shortly after it was time for bed, and I lay awake for ages thinking about what had transpired. I knew that my life would never be the same, I'd sampled what I'd thought about for so long, and it was even better than I imagined. I knew it would be 'my secret', and that I would treasure it always. I thought about how cool my aunt was, and if I'd be able to do it again (I would do, as can be seen on these pages). I wondered if she knew how much she'd done for me in the space of one night, unleashing my fetish for tickling and stocking feet - not that I knew what a fetish was at the time.
You know what, she may have known - the following night I was sat next to my aunt while we all sat in the dark and watched holiday slides on a projector (no Internet in the mid 80s!). My aunt had kicked off her slippers, so I was looking at her feet from the corner of my eye. I slowly slid my right foot over to her left in the darkness, until my right socked foot was faintly touching her left. I kept it there, until my aunt announced she was making drinks. She put her slippers back on and went to the kitchen. Disappointed, I remained in my seat, but was happy with the memories I had. My aunt soon came back with drinks, sat down next to me and kicked off her slippers once more. As she settled down in the seat she grazed my foot with hers...and kept it there! I moved in a bit closer, and my aunt shuffled around again until our feet were in direct contact! I didn't look at my aunt, nor she at me, but I like to think that she knew what I was up to and was happy to help a young foot lover on his way. She certainly did that...
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
I was 11 years old, and had been aware that I had a 'thing' for stocking feet since I was about 4 or 5. I always got a funny feeling in my 'tummy' whenever I saw female stocking feet on TV or in real life. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it felt good. Staring at stocking feet and feeling that delightful tingling sensation that always followed was all I could do as an 11 year old. However, that all changed in the summer of 1986 during a family holiday to my aunt's house. She lived in Scotland, and to be honest I wasn't bothered about going as to me it just meant a long drive and time away from my computer. However, a few weeks before we were due to go my grandmother happened to say to my mother that my aunt (my father's sister) loved having her feet tickled and massaged.
I'd been paying no attention to the conversation beforehand, but hearing those words was like having a switch flicked in my head. Feet could be tickled, feet could be touched, some women liked having their feet tickled and touched, my aunt liked having her feet tickled and touched. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but tickling my aunt's feet became my prime focus for the fortnight away. Although she was a bit of a stranger to me at the time as I'd not seen her in several years, my aunt was a delight to be around. She was a blonde, slim, attractive woman (a cross between Judi Dench and Lulu, if that helps) with a kind personality and would have been in her late 30s/early 40s at the time. She'd always be in a dress or skirt and blouse, which she'd wear with greyish white or tan tights and backless open toe slippers. Much to my delight, however, she'd often walk around the house in just her stocking feet. She also seemed to have a habit of slipping and dangling her stocking feet from her slippers when she sat at the table. I cottoned onto this, and so I'd make sure to sit in a position where I could sneak peeks at her feet when she did this. Even better, we once returned to my aunt's house and found her kneeling on the kitchen floor to get something from a cupboard. I noticed her white stocking feet peeking out from underneath her, and was delighted that she remained on the floor while talking to my parents. I casually changed position to stand behind her, taking in the magic view of her fully exposed white stocking soles.
This was all too good to be true for an 11 year old with a stocking foot fetish, but I wondered how I could transform peeking at her stocking feet into playing with them. During the day the house would be full - me, my parents and younger sister, my aunt, uncle and teenage cousin - or I'd be out with my family or my aunt would be at work, so my experiences were reduced to peeking and imagining. However, one day my luck changed, and I had absolutely nothing to do with it. We were all together in the living room, the adults talking and my sister and I sitting on the floor. We were near my shoeless aunt, playing a game or another while the adults all talked about this and that. Suddenly, out of the corner of my right eye I saw a slight movement from my sister, and then my aunt. I looked closely, and saw my sister tickling the top and instep of my aunt's right stocking foot! My aunt offered no resistance to this, and so my sister continued. Did she know about my aunt's love of foot tickling, or was it just a coincidence? I didn't know but without thinking I joined in and softly, slowly began to tickle my aunt's feet.
I was lost in the moment; the material of her tights and her feet were both so soft, my fingers gliding over her smooth soles. The adults didn't think it was a big deal, but I was overjoyed. I acted natural and remained calm, and continued tickling for as long as I could. My aunt isn't ticklish at all, but enjoys having her feet tickled as it relaxes her. I switched to massaging, feeling her toes, insteps, soles, and heels at which point my aunt complimented and thanked my sister and me for treating her. I carried on for a couple of minutes more, my heart racing like crazy, not believing what was happening, let alone that my aunt was enjoying it. It was every good a bit as I'd imagined, but it would get even better. Towards the end of the holiday my parents would sometimes go out for the night for some time alone. This would then leave my sister and I alone with my aunt. My uncle would often be working late, my cousin would be in his bedroom upstairs with teenage angst, and so my aunt would be left in charge. My sister and I both had lots of energy as you do when you're a kid, and so my aunt would often play on the floor with us. She was never in her slippers it seemed, only in white stocking feet. We were playing some game or another, me very conscious that my aunt's feet were on full display, when my aunt began to tickle my sister's side, saying she'd 'found a tickle spot'. My sister was giggling away, and so it seemed natural to tickle my aunt's feet. I moved round behind her and tickled her stocking soles, saying I'd found my aunt's tickle spot. Like I said, she's not ticklish but I think she was shocked at the sudden tickling sensation! I tickled just under her toes and along her soles, her white tights creasing and wrinkling under my fingers. I didn't tickle my aunt for long though, as I didn't want to get into any trouble. Thankfully, however, she didn't seem to mind as she started laughing and smiling as she tried to escape.
I remember feeling quite 'drunk' with excitement at all of this, and it seemed to be contagious. Due to my sister's position on the floor, she told my aunt, who was now standing, that she'd seen her knickers. Instead of feeling embarrassed or scolding my sister, my aunt proceeded to hoist her skirt quickly and flash us, showing red underwear hidden under white tights! I was taken aback, but also slightly aroused at seeing legs encased in tights for the first time, I was fascinated with how they wrapped around her waist and thighs. My aunt then said she needed to sit down as we'd worn her out, and settled back into the sofa. I then said we could carry on playing a game as she sat down, lifted her legs into the air and said 'Once upon a time there was an aunty who liked having her feet tickled!', and began to tickle and massage the soles of each foot as they remained in mid air. My aunt laughed and smiled, and then told me to turn around so I was sat in front of her but facing away. I did so, and then felt the weight of each foot resting on my shoulders, my aunt's stocking insteps directly next to my face! This was amazing, my aunt had no idea what she was doing to me, and although they were quite heavy on young shoulders I left them there as my aunt commented on how comfy she was. I couldn't quite see her feet, only their outlines in my peripheral vision. There was no smell or odour, but I could feel their warmth from the tickles they'd had. I then realised that I could reach back behind me and tickle her soles properly. I raised my hands and ran them over her feet, and felt my aunt relax and smile, happy with what I was doing. I did it for a few minutes, and then had an even better idea....
I asked my aunt to lift her feet off, and she initially refused, joking that I was her foot stool and she was comfy. I said I had another idea for a game, and that my aunt would like it. She eventually relented, and lifted her feet from my shoulders. I said that my sister and I were opening a beauty parlour, and that she could be our first customer. My aunt agreed, and I said that if she wanted, my sister would brush her hair (she'd taken to doing so during the holiday), and I would tickle and massage her feet. Eager to please, my aunt went along with it, but before we started I said to make it authentic she should put her slippers back on, as if she was coming in from the street. My aunt obliged, placed her slippers back on her feet and went outside, carrying her handbag for good measure. Because I was the elder sibling by three years, my sister was happy to follow my lead, and I said we should gets lots of cushions to make sure my aunt was comfy. We got all the cushions and placed them in a pile on the floor, and then announced to my aunt that we were ready.
My aunt knocked on the door, we said 'Come in!', and she greeted us, saying she was here for her appointment. We ushered her in, and sat her down on the cushions. I had got into the role of the spokesman, and referred to her as 'madam' and myself as 'sir' throughout the whole event. I asked her 'what appointments madam had come in for', and she said that she was having her hair brushed and her feet massaged. I then said that my sister would be looking after madam's hair, and sir would be looking after madam's feet. My aunt seemed happy enough, and then I gave her options.
'Would madam like her feet massaged, stroked, rubbed or tickled?'
Either was good with me, but my aunt opted for tickling, as 'it was more relaxing'. Happy to oblige, I slowly removed her slippers, and began to tickle her soft soles, moving up to her toes and insteps and down to her heels. My aunt commented on my handiwork, saying my touch was 'just right'. As much as I was enjoying myself, though, I've always had a thing for black tights/stocking feet, and had only seen my aunt in white/tan tights throughout the whole holiday. Keeping in character, I said to my aunt 'Sir is getting fed up seeing the same colour tights every day, you should wear black tights instead!', to which my aunt laughed, but sadly didn't follow up on (she later told my mother about this a few days after, much to my embarrassment). I continued to tickle her white stocking feet for about ten minutes more, before my aunt suggested that my sister and I swap places and I brushed her hair. I went along with it so as to not look suspicious, but needless to say, I didn't enjoy this as much! Shortly after it was time for bed, and I lay awake for ages thinking about what had transpired. I knew that my life would never be the same, I'd sampled what I'd thought about for so long, and it was even better than I imagined. I knew it would be 'my secret', and that I would treasure it always. I thought about how cool my aunt was, and if I'd be able to do it again (I would do, as can be seen on these pages). I wondered if she knew how much she'd done for me in the space of one night, unleashing my fetish for tickling and stocking feet - not that I knew what a fetish was at the time.
You know what, she may have known - the following night I was sat next to my aunt while we all sat in the dark and watched holiday slides on a projector (no Internet in the mid 80s!). My aunt had kicked off her slippers, so I was looking at her feet from the corner of my eye. I slowly slid my right foot over to her left in the darkness, until my right socked foot was faintly touching her left. I kept it there, until my aunt announced she was making drinks. She put her slippers back on and went to the kitchen. Disappointed, I remained in my seat, but was happy with the memories I had. My aunt soon came back with drinks, sat down next to me and kicked off her slippers once more. As she settled down in the seat she grazed my foot with hers...and kept it there! I moved in a bit closer, and my aunt shuffled around again until our feet were in direct contact! I didn't look at my aunt, nor she at me, but I like to think that she knew what I was up to and was happy to help a young foot lover on his way. She certainly did that...
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
