Do you know the cause of your fetish?

[nessonite1]

I've noticed within myself that my attraction to both tickling and feet has become way more specific and detailed (for lack of a better word) than it was maybe even a few years ago. What I mean is, in high school, probably any tickling of foot worship image would get me excited and now I have specific preferences and 'scenarios' that are the only ones that really trigger things.

You're certainly not alone there. When I was very young just thinking of the word was all it took.
You know, untill recently I never even made a distinction (and I didn't think othe people did either) between m/f, f/m etc. It was all tickling and it was all good. And it was so rare to come across any material before the internet came into my life that f/f (ptobably my least favorite pairing) worked just as well as anything else.
I do think that having anything I want free and immediately has seriously made me immune to the instant excitement that it used to give me. Only very rarely now do I get the lump-in-your-throat light headed feeling that I used to get just finding a simple passage one the subject in a book.

 

[Faramir]

I don't know why, but as far back as I can remember, I've had a thing for girl feet. As far as the tickling of same, the only childhood memory I have is of a neighbor girl back when I lived in PA. What really got me going with it (and this has to do with my 'Sleeping girl feet' thread as well) was in '76, after meeting the girl who eventually became my first wife. We lived together at first, in a small efficiency apt. that was furnished with what I assume was a predecessor to the Futon. Well, one night, she went to sleep early, and I stayed up late to watch TV. I was sitting at the foot of the bed, when she stirred in her sleep and turned over on her back. As she did this, she straightened her legs out, pushing her feet out over the foot of the bed (toes pointing skyward under the sheet) next to me. At first I thought nothing of it, but soon after, the movie I was watching ended, and the network went off the air. I wasn't sleepy yet so I got up and quietly went about tidying things up, and in doing so, I came across one of her makeup brushes, and the devil in me woke up. I just stood there for awhile, looking at the brush, then looked over at her feet sticking out like that, and I just couldn't let the opportunity pass. I'd always noticed that she had such soft, satiny feet, but never really said anything about it to her, or done anything, or thought of doing anything, up until this moment. I guess you could say that, although I admired girl feet for as long as I could remember, I was a 'foot virgin' up until this moment, and was about to be de-flowered...lol..!

If it's alright with you all, can I continue this later? It's after 6PM, and I haven't had a bite to eat all day, so I'm starting to get a little shakey, and bbbrrrrr...I'm freezing as well...(yes, it does get cold in south Texas)!

 

[MistressValerie1]

One question for the masses, then I'll stop blathering. I've noticed within myself that my attraction to both tickling and feet has become way more specific and detailed (for lack of a better word) than it was maybe even a few years ago. What I mean is, in high school, probably any tickling of foot worship image would get me excited and now I have specific preferences and 'scenarios' that are the only ones that really trigger things. Is that just becoming calloused by the vast array of Internet material? Has anyone else experienced a similar 'progression?' I guess I'm concerned because pretty soon, I'll need a frick'n script with detailed criteria in order to really experience my fantasies. Ugh. Sometimes I wish I could be more like my 'boob friend'. lol...

I'll shut up now.

Same here, but part of it is, I think, just a normal gradual shift in arousal patterns that would happen anyway. Although I have become more specific in what I like as far as Internet content, I have also added new areas of interest as I have gained in life experience. For example, until I was in my early 20's, high heels did nothing for me, but now they are a primary focus of my arousal pattern 🙂

Luv,

 

[Camel26]

My fetish was awakened when I watch the "Rageed Ann and Andy" (hope I got that title right). There was this scene where a large, green tickle monster with many tentacles with "leaves" at their ends was tickling almost every character in the cartoon. There was this particular doll which was wearing some kinda of low cut dressing and her bosom was tickled by that monster.
After watching that, and hearing the hysterical laughter, it caused me to think that women's busts are the best places to tickle and this thinking just grew up with me.

Strangely, even though I know that the feet are probably more sensitive, I'm still more attracted to tickling bosoms than feet. Oh darn am I a pervert or what LOL!

I REMEMBER THAT EPISODE!!! I saw it when I was quite young, and I remember wishing i was one of the toys being tickled by the monster! In fact, I had dreams as a kid that the monster got into my house, or wherever I was in the dream, and tickled me senseless! What a great show! My tickling enjoyment is inborn--I wasn't tickled excessively as a kid, but I LOVE to be tickled and I don't really know why. However, I don't question it--I just enjoy it! It's part of me, and I accept it as such. My ler accepts it, too! And boy am I in for it when she comes to visit me this weekend! Yikes!! A happy and healthy holiday season and new year to all! May you find ample tickling opportunities in the coming year!

 

[PGSegal]

My Two Cents.

I'm a little late joining this thread, as it has taken a life of its own, but here's my two cents.

The first I remember being aware of my tickle fetish came when I was about 10. There was a commercial for a game called Dungeon Dice. The commercial started out with a little skit about life in a dungeon. After several scenes, the announcer said, "They'll do anything for a laugh." The scene corresponding to that was the prisoner in a pillory and leg stocks, begging the guard, who's holding a feather, to stop what he's doing. The guard of course, doesn't listen, and tickles the prisoner's bare feet. I remember seeing that, and thinking how much fun it would be to have a girl in the same compromising position.

Since then, I've thought about what I like about tickling. The tickler is dominant to the ticklee, but, at the same time, the ticklee isn't hurt. Tickling isn't painful, but is something that most people avoid. It's not degrading or humiliating, but it can be torturous. Ticklers have the upper hand, but they're not down and out mean, at least in most cases.

Of course, there are those who think people with tickle fetishes are weird. That's fine. They can think that. But I truly believe, that even though ticklers like the sensation of being dominant, and ticklees like the sensation of being submissive, we do have a very kind and caring fetish. We don't care, under most cases, to do anything that the other person doesn't want. That's why so many of us have trouble finding partners; we want submissives and dominants, but we don't want to completely take control away, nor do we wish to completely lose control. When submitting, there is a fear, and not a comfortable fear, that we'll lose control. When dominating, there's the fear that we'll go too far, and hurt someone emotionally as well as physically. The key here is knowing and trusting your partner. However, one is burdened with the question of how much they know, and how much they trust. This can be difficult to completely know, even after an extensive relationship.

I've spoken in general terms, but primarily, I mean myself. This is how I feel, and why I come here, and why I like what I like. But I'm also certain that many of you feel the same way.

 

[ishy912000]

This one is tough.

I have no idea where my tickling fetish got started. I've had a love for tickling as long as I can remember (i'm only 24). Anyone else having trouble finding the source of their fetish?

Maybe this is just the way I am... I don't think that any one thing in particular has to spark it - I just love it and that's it.

 

[Tmclk]

Cause of this fetish

Like yourself, I, too, began with this fetish due to my older sister. With me, however, it was the other way around: I was the one tickling her. Being older than I, her body became well-developed (to the thrill of my friends) as I hit puberty. We spent a lot of time together, and, would often joke around physically, by light tickling or poking. She also kept her nails long and polished, so, when she'd paint them, I knew I could get away with tickling her midsection, feet, or underarms, because she wouldn't smudge her nail color as it was drying.

I was really hooked following one afternoon helping her run errands. It was just the two of us in her Monte Carlo, a humid-type summer day. She had worn a black, figure-8 bikini top underneath her t-shirt, and, when it got hot during the day and we were on the highway, she peeled off the shirt, driving in short-shorts and the bikini top (side note: I remember her joking "Yes, bud, I have big boobs, so get a good look!). I couldn't take looking at her bared body like that, and reached over to, at first, just touch her navel. She laughed, so I continued. By the time we got back home, I got her to admit that, if kept between us, she liked being tickled by me.

From that point, I knew tickling her was only a matter of opportunity.

 

[Tklpro1]

Like yourself, I, too, began with this fetish due to my older sister. With me, however, it was the other way around: I was the one tickling her. Being older than I, her body became well-developed (to the thrill of my friends) as I hit puberty. We spent a lot of time together, and, would often joke around physically, by light tickling or poking. She also kept her nails long and polished, so, when she'd paint them, I knew I could get away with tickling her midsection, feet, or underarms, because she wouldn't smudge her nail color as it was drying.

I was really hooked following one afternoon helping her run errands. It was just the two of us in her Monte Carlo, a humid-type summer day. She had worn a black, figure-8 bikini top underneath her t-shirt, and, when it got hot during the day and we were on the highway, she peeled off the shirt, driving in short-shorts and the bikini top (side note: I remember her joking "Yes, bud, I have big boobs, so get a good look!). I couldn't take looking at her bared body like that, and reached over to, at first, just touch her navel. She laughed, so I continued. By the time we got back home, I got her to admit that, if kept between us, she liked being tickled by me.

From that point, I knew tickling her was only a matter of opportunity.

What you wrote is another sub topic of this thread and it links to what was said about us being like trekkies. For instance- you said that when your SISTER bared her body you couldn't take it. It probably got you excited. Say that to any non-tk fetishist and they would call you disgusting!! Looking at your sister in that way! However, I think most of us can understand the context that you're speaking in and its completely ok. Either that or I'm just sick myself.

Take for example, how as budding tickle artists, so many of us would get MAJOR butterflies when a female relative (Aunt, older cousin, etc) would come to visit and expose that ticklish area that we would love to exploit (dangling the shoe, wearing a 1/2 shirt or bikini etc.... I know this isn't just me because I have read so many stories of other ticklers who have either wanted to tickle a female reltive, or have. I don't know if this person is still around, but I remember on another forum awhile back, there was a guy named "wifetickler" and he told about whenever his aunt would come over, he and is siblings would tickle her feet like crazy. Heck, how many of us have thought of tickling our MOTHER when we were little? Sheesh.

I can't figure out whether or not to hate my sister for torturing me like that, thus strapping me with this craving to make ladies scream with uncontrollable laughter. I love it and I hate it. It doesn't always come in handy but the one thing I love is that as long as I have this fetish I will never need viagra as long as I have a ticklee.

 

[Kalamos]

-> Tklpro

I was just thinking about it: many tickled or used to tickle their close relatives, esp. sisters or aunts.

This struck me, since I've never thought of doing that to - say - my mother.

I used to tickle my aunt - but I've never considered her too close to be comfortable, since she wasn't a blood relative.

Since my tk fetish is so ingrained in me, EVEN tickling my relatives seemed out of question - just like, frenchkissing them or such. 😀 😀 😀


Reg's.

 

[Tklpro1]

-> Tklpro

I was just thinking about it: many tickled or used to tickle their close relatives, esp. sisters or aunts.

This struck me, since I've never thought of doing that to - say - my mother.

I used to tickle my aunt - but I've never considered her too close to be comfortable, since she wasn't a blood relative.

Since my tk fetish is so ingrained in me, EVEN tickling my relatives seemed out of question - just like, frenchkissing them or such. 😀 😀 😀


Reg's.

Kalamos, I see how sex and tickling become intertwined, but I kind of categorize things in my mind a little differently. For instance, there are women that I see who peak the sexual side of me (in my mind of course, because after all, I am married and have NEVER cheated). But there can also be women who I would love to tickle for about an hour but thinking of having sex with them would make me sick. Then of course there are attractive women that I would love to tickle silly and also appeal to the primitive, testosterone driven conquest part of me who wants to knock the cavewoman over the head and spread the seed. I think I was a gigolo in a former life.

Fortunately, my wife is a very attractive, VERY ticklish woman who loves to be tickled relentlessly by me in any way I can think of. Damn, sometimes my wife even asks me in a pouty tone why I haven't tickled her lately, on those occassions that I have a slump. Come to think of it- I'm pretty damn lucky...

Anyway, you get my point I hope.

 

[Kalamos]

Hehehe... I might almost envy you. 😉 😉 😉
Almost.

As it seems, tk fetish works in a different way for different ppl AND even in different situations.

I can't radically split it from sexual sphere, since it falls under the same kind of pleasure.

Ah, well, the subtleties of the mind. 😀


Reg's!

 

[Tmclk]

I don't view it as being "sick" for a lot of reasons: One, we're all adults here and can admit that man is a sexual being. Period. There's no debating that. How many puberty-driven boys stash even the most mild women's magazines under their bed (Cosmo, Glamour, etc.) just to view SOME kind of skin? The lucky ones have someone on-hand (no pun intended) to look at on a regular basis. Two, I think those slapping the "sick" label on tickling or being aroused by a relative of the opposite sex are probably lashing out in a hint of jealousy.

Not for nothing, but, to be blunt, the object I wrote about, my older sister, was (still is) very curvy, statuesque, and in flat-out fantastic shape. Think my friends at that time didn't hound me to come over just to eye her up if she was home? Let me give you a visual image, with no b.s.: Long, black hair. 36D up top. Flatter than Kansas tummy. A behind that she herself called her best feature. High cheekbones on a very pretty face. And, along with the skin-showing mode of dress, a free-spirited, sexy attitude. Who the hell would blame me for wanting to tickle her? Those viewing that as sick obviously didn't have anything that good to look at, tickle, and, in a lot of ways, educate them.

The fact that we got along so well only made things better for us, even now as adults with their own lives. Lastly, a lot of my sister's friends (one in particular, Denise Brown) were just as sexy and were fine with a breif little joking tummy tickle. If it weren't for my sister, my favorite target would have been the lovely Ms. Brown.

What you wrote is another sub topic of this thread and it links to what was said about us being like trekkies. For instance- you said that when your SISTER bared her body you couldn't take it. It probably got you excited. Say that to any non-tk fetishist and they would call you disgusting!! Looking at your sister in that way! However, I think most of us can understand the context that you're speaking in and its completely ok. Either that or I'm just sick myself.

Take for example, how as budding tickle artists, so many of us would get MAJOR butterflies when a female relative (Aunt, older cousin, etc) would come to visit and expose that ticklish area that we would love to exploit (dangling the shoe, wearing a 1/2 shirt or bikini etc.... I know this isn't just me because I have read so many stories of other ticklers who have either wanted to tickle a female reltive, or have. I don't know if this person is still around, but I remember on another forum awhile back, there was a guy named "wifetickler" and he told about whenever his aunt would come over, he and is siblings would tickle her feet like crazy. Heck, how many of us have thought of tickling our MOTHER when we were little? Sheesh.

I can't figure out whether or not to hate my sister for torturing me like that, thus strapping me with this craving to make ladies scream with uncontrollable laughter. I love it and I hate it. It doesn't always come in handy but the one thing I love is that as long as I have this fetish I will never need viagra as long as I have a ticklee.

 

[kibdos]

Origins and changes in my tickling fetish

This thread has raised a number of personal issues. First, the subject of how I became a tickler (especially a foot-tickler) has always interested me. Second, I have noticed that over the years (I am now in my late 50’s), my interests are shifting in terms of the type of feet, the kind of tickling and my fantasy scenarios.

The key element in my becoming a foot tickler was my Aunt Ellen. I’ve written two true stories about her and there is little doubt that my arousal over her bare feet and the fun of tickling her directed my definition of sexual excitement when I was still young. The last time I tickled her was in my mid-twenties and, even though I was married and had a developing tickling relationship with my wife and (as those who have read my stories will know) with my mother-in-law, tickling Ellen was still an incredibly erotic experience for me.

She also helped shape my tastes in feet. When I was young, any woman’s bare foot was arousing to me and, even now, given the opportunity, I would have a go at most feet for the excitement of the tickle. But I have noticed that over the last twenty years or so, my idea of what constitutes a sexy foot has narrowed to a specific type. I like high arches, short – even slightly chubby – toes and a wide ball. Looking back, I realize that my key tickling experiences have mostly been with women who – quite by chance - had this type of foot and I suppose this has reinforced the image in my subconscious. First, Aunt Ellen, then the mother of a close friend, then Carol (a friend of my parents), then my wife (now my ex-wife), her mother, and, finally, a distant relation I stayed with in England when I was twenty-two, all had similar feet and all offered strong tickling experiences that stood out among the many random “quick tickles” I was able to get from other women.

I am also finding, however, that I am enjoying the sensuous tickle more than the struggling, fighting kind I used to have with unwilling ticklees when I was younger. This started, of course, with my mother-in-law who was rarely truly ticklish but who loved my tickling her feet at every opportunity. With her feet happily in my lap, I would tickle her literally for an hour or more to our mutual pleasure. My experience in England started as “rough-house” tickling and then changed to very sensuous – and became my first purely sexual experience.

Later, when my wife got more acclimatized to my desires, our sessions would take on the role of long periods of erotic tickling as foreplay where my fingers roamed from her bare feet (always the starting place) to the rest of her body. There was little laughter from her but plenty of moans, shudders, groans and arousing twisting and bending of her body, always ending in her orgasm and then a hard-driving intercourse. (Now that we are divorced, she still allows some tickling from time to time, but nothing above her legs.)

Because of these experiences, the erotic tickling scenario has become dominant
in my mind and fantasies. (Not exclusively though: Last year, I tickled a neighbor in the old “grab-struggle-pull shoes off and tickle” scenario and enjoyed it immensely.)

So, my tastes have changed, as is to be expected over fifty years. The only thing that has remained constant is my high sexual desire for tickling. That will never vary.

 

[Kalamos]

*goes looking for Kibdos's stories*

 

[Tklpro1]

I don't view it as being "sick" for a lot of reasons: One, we're all adults here and can admit that man is a sexual being. Period. There's no debating that. How many puberty-driven boys stash even the most mild women's magazines under their bed (Cosmo, Glamour, etc.) just to view SOME kind of skin? The lucky ones have someone on-hand (no pun intended) to look at on a regular basis. Two, I think those slapping the "sick" label on tickling or being aroused by a relative of the opposite sex are probably lashing out in a hint of jealousy.

Not for nothing, but, to be blunt, the object I wrote about, my older sister, was (still is) very curvy, statuesque, and in flat-out fantastic shape. Think my friends at that time didn't hound me to come over just to eye her up if she was home? Let me give you a visual image, with no b.s.: Long, black hair. 36D up top. Flatter than Kansas tummy. A behind that she herself called her best feature. High cheekbones on a very pretty face. And, along with the skin-showing mode of dress, a free-spirited, sexy attitude. Who the hell would blame me for wanting to tickle her? Those viewing that as sick obviously didn't have anything that good to look at, tickle, and, in a lot of ways, educate them.

The fact that we got along so well only made things better for us, even now as adults with their own lives. Lastly, a lot of my sister's friends (one in particular, Denise Brown) were just as sexy and were fine with a breif little joking tummy tickle. If it weren't for my sister, my favorite target would have been the lovely Ms. Brown.

What's very interesting is that the description of your sister is almost exactly the same as my wife, except the wife is a 36DD and her hair color is med brown. The rest is exactly the same (she has light green eyes, you didn't mention eye color). Can't blame you for the urge.

 

[SyDemon1]

OMG you guys are truly fortunate to have such physically appealing potential ticklees right in your own home. I'm sorry but I've a weakness for the busty types and having a sister that fits your description was my fantasy and it literally just blows my mind.

 

[SyDemon1]

Like yourself, I, too, began with this fetish due to my older sister. With me, however, it was the other way around: I was the one tickling her. Being older than I, her body became well-developed (to the thrill of my friends) as I hit puberty. We spent a lot of time together, and, would often joke around physically, by light tickling or poking. She also kept her nails long and polished, so, when she'd paint them, I knew I could get away with tickling her midsection, feet, or underarms, because she wouldn't smudge her nail color as it was drying.

I was really hooked following one afternoon helping her run errands. It was just the two of us in her Monte Carlo, a humid-type summer day. She had worn a black, figure-8 bikini top underneath her t-shirt, and, when it got hot during the day and we were on the highway, she peeled off the shirt, driving in short-shorts and the bikini top (side note: I remember her joking "Yes, bud, I have big boobs, so get a good look!). I couldn't take looking at her bared body like that, and reached over to, at first, just touch her navel. She laughed, so I continued. By the time we got back home, I got her to admit that, if kept between us, she liked being tickled by me.

From that point, I knew tickling her was only a matter of opportunity.

I am absolutely green with envy.........

 

[Tmclk]

Most people would be, I think. Even those who think it's "not right" that we do such things. Not my fault that she and I get along so well and have the ability to relate on multiple levels AND seperate each. Thanks for the comment.

I am absolutely green with envy.........

 

[Tmclk]

Thanks for the comment. Trust me, she was a fantasy woman for most of my friends, including my one college roomate, who would constantly ask me "When's your sister coming back up to see you?". Drove him crazy when she'd come up and she and I would do the hello hug or quick little kiss. I had known and seen her effect on guys long before our tickling thing started.

OMG you guys are truly fortunate to have such physically appealing potential ticklees right in your own home. I'm sorry but I've a weakness for the busty types and having a sister that fits your description was my fantasy and it literally just blows my mind.

 

[SyDemon1]

Holy kamoli...please...grant me permission to just sit here and drool and stare into empty space for a few minutes.

 

[Tmclk]

Space-staring and drooling approved. Use your imagination.

 

[Alan19581]

I remember as a child, 3 of us holding down our friend while his Mum tickled his belly till he was begging for mercy. I remember how my stomach went weak. I'm not sure if this was my first witnessing ... one of them .... but I was transfixed by the lee's reaction and the motion of the ler's fingers. Later when girls my age started wearing stockings I had the same stomach reaction at a glimpse of their stockinged feet.

I was hardly ever tickled in my childhood to the present, nor have I been the tickler except for the occasional 10 second opportunity.

I guess my fantasy has become being restrained, and being teased by a beautiful womans stockinged foot, and gently tickled and teased to climax.

Is that a fetish? Or just a fantasy?

 

[FeatherFeet]

in truth, the first time it was sparked for me, was the zack and katlin tickle scene from teenage mutant ninja turtles, thats what first got me into it, but in truth i didnt get tickled much as a child either, cuz i always hated it from my parents. so i guess i was aware subconiously even at a young age that it was a sexual thing.

 

[Drago691]

I'd have to say it was candy! Sweet, sweet candy!!

You know, or not...

Seriously, though, I have always liked tickling. I remember tickling my cousin's feet for a couple hours once, when I was like 6, because she wanted to prove that she wasn't ticklish. 😀 She wasn't 🙁 At least on her feet. I never even thought of trying anywhere else. That's the earliest thing with tickling, but I think I was just born with it, 'cause before that, I saw a cartoon with tickling in it, and I got right turned on. That might seem wierd to a couple people that were like, "I didn't have the hormones" or whatever. It only happened that one time, though(and then when I was 12, I was all like, "wheeeeeeeee!"), and I don't think I got aroused by the tickling with my cousin, I was just really fascinated by it. 🙂

But yeah, it's always been there.

 

[amk714]

I don't know the cause, I've been attracted to tickling ever since childhood. But the effect is what's important to me, and boy does it have an effect on me. 😀