I've been interested in bondage for as long as I can remember. I'm pretty sure that comes from the Batman TV series and the elaborate traps the villains came up with. Obviously I looked forward to the Batgirl episodes a bit more. I have no idea where my interest in feet came from but one thing was always clear...i liked my victims tied up barefoot, and I liked it when they wiggled their feet around. Of course my early victims were only fantasy. One of the earliest fantasies that I can remember involved a girl named Bridget. I'd imagine that I had her tied up under my bed and at night while I was supposed to be asleep i'd look under the bed and see her tied up and I'd tickle her feet to make them wiggle (this was all the fantasy, I wasn't insane enough to hallucinate her under my bed...least not that I can remember). I think that's where I put the bondage and tickling together.
Tickling was a big part of petting when I was in 8th grade and landed my first girlfriend. She actually encouraged it. The tickling of course lead to other things which reinforced the idea that tickling was sexual for me.
It wasn't until 10th grade that I really put it all together. I was dating my third serious girlfriend and she liked to move fast. We were sexually active within about 3 months which I believe was longer than she wanted to wait. Tickling was a big part of foreplay in this relationship too. She'd dare me to find a spot on her body that was ticklish insisting that she was immune. That was crap, there wasn't a spot on her body that wasn't horribly ticklish. She was truly tickish and couldn't turn it off, even when she was mad, or upset as I would one day discover. One weekend afternoon we went to the movies and walked back to my house. My dad was working his second job on teh weekends so we had the house to ourselves. She was wearing a sweater, dress pants and loafers with nylons. I dont know, something just clicked in and I knew she was getting tied up. I dont remember how I brought it up, but I did and she let me do it. It was simple, I tied her wrists in front, and then her ankles. We fooled around and I got a few rib and stomach tickles in. I didn't have the guts to take her shoes off and get her feet. But after that experience I was switched on and started working out plans for more.
I think I waited a few weeks, I was self conscious about my interests and I didnt want to seem like I was too into tying her up. I had taken some time to figure out a good way to imobilize her. My bed had rails in it, hands were no trouble, I used handcuffs (thank you Mass Army Navy). I figured out that I could tie her ankles together and then use another rope to tie her feet to the bedframe under the bed (still use this technique today). This time around she was in jeans, T shirt, sneakers and socks. I was slick about it. She was telling me what time she had to be home and I'm like, well, you can stay later, maybe you won't have a choice if I don't let you leave. She played along saying that I couldn't stop her and I mentioned that maybe I'd tie her up to which she replied, go ahead, I can escape, I have two brothers ya know. I'm thinking that this is all too easy. So I tie her up. Hands are cuffed above her head, ankles together and hooked up under the bed to the frame. She still dressed, including the shoes. My heart was pounding and I had so much adrenaline that my hands were actually shaking, lol. I had a camoflague bandana that I had rolled up for use as a cleave gag. When i got that out she thought it was a blindfold at first. She had an odd look on her face when it went between her lips, kinda like....oh....o...k....sure why not. So I tell her to escape and of course she can't. I expose her stomach and do a little tickle. She goes nuts. I dont over do it but I get her in a couple of spots on her upper body. Then i work her legs. I get off the bed and go down to her feet and I said something like, hmmmm, I wonder...then took off her shoes and socks. I spent more time than I should have on her feet but it was amazing. At that moment I was hooked. And that wasn't necessarily good. I'd say I was addicted. Over the course of our almost 2 year relationship I must have tied her up close to a hundred times. I thought she enjoyed it and maybe some of the times she did. Looking back I think I was out of control.
Guess my darkest moment was one day after school we're fooling around at my house and I get out the ropes and she starts to complain. 'all you ever want to do is tie me up'. Out of frustration she tells me 'ya know what, fine, tie me up, go ahead, do whatever you want'. So I did. She laid there with a blank expression on her face while I hogtied and gagged her. By now I had learned that stuffing a bandanna in the mouth and securing it with another one over top worked best, so that's what I did. It was now a custom that when I tied her up any footware always came off. If she was tied, she was barefoot. So off went her shoes and socks. I tickled her feet, cause well, that's what I liked. Her feet were squirming around and she struggled, it really did tickle, and it tickled a lot. I had also learned how to play mind games. "I'm going for a drink, I'll be back in a few minutes to tickle your feet some more". And i left her there. Stupid, very stupid. When I came back she was in the same position and her face was away from me so I couldn't see her expression. As promised I started in on the feet and now she's really flippin out. After a minute or so I realized that she was crying. I untied her and she left. We didn't talk until the next day. Then I got an eye opener. Seems that she was very upset with me and really didn't want to be tied up. She thought I realized that. She couldn't beleive it when I started to tie her up anyway. She said once she realized that I was going to tickle her she tried to tell me to let her loose but she couldn't. She tried to talk but the gag would shift in her mouth and she was afraid she'd really gag on it. As upset as she was at that point her feet were still tickish. She freaked out and was saying she didn't know what she was going to do. It was like I was torturing her and she knew i was enjoying it.
I had no idea she was upset until right before I untied her. I was overwhelmed with my urge to tie and tickle. Things were never quite the same after that. I still tied her up alot but I wasn't permitted to gag her and she wouldn't let me tickle her. After we broke up she would tell me that I was a horrible, evil human being for all the things I did to her. all I could think to myself was 'but, you let me do it! I thought you liked it!" I think I really believed that. I dated after her but I didn't do anymore tying for another two years or so. And even then I over did it.
I've learned a lot over the years. I practice safe and sane play. I force myself to step back and look at what I want to do before I do it. I always talk everything out with my wife before hand. She's nixed a few of my plans and added some suggestions to a few as well.
That's my story. It's not very pretty but it's all true.
