How it all began

[Ovda]

I'd like to your story as to how you got your tickle fetish. We all have our story, and this is mine, enjoy.
I was in kindergarten. We took a nap during the day. My teacher was a very attractive woman--and still is. I remember lying on my back looking up at the celing. I turn around to lay on my stomach. I look straight ahead of me to see the soles of the feet of my teacher. Her feet were only not far from me. As I stared at her the soles of her feet, I had this huge desire to tickle her feet. And that was it. If I think hard enough, I can still see the soles of her feet in my mind's eye.
So what is your story.

 

[dvnc]

You might dig checking out the "Tickling present since youth" thread. You're another example of that. The thread, so far, proves out that we start out early in life with this kink.

For me, I can recall it in my earliest memories, before gradeschool, tickling my babysitter's feet.

 

[PiperGK1]

My pre-school teacher was Miss Thalma. She was the grand STAR of my earliest sexual feeling. I had no idea it was sexual until years later (don't worry, this isn't one of those manly "I had a hard on at three years old, ha ha" stories).

One day she was reading to all of us, some book, I don't know. We were all sitting on the floor in front of her, and she was sitting in a chair. She had those "Catwoman" style glasses on, I remember that, and a brown and white flowered blouse, black pants, brown flats and nylons on. If those glasses don't give it away, this was about 1974 or so.

Anyway, I remember crawling around behind her with a friend of mine, kind of sneaking up. She was involved in reading the book and didn't notice us. She had her feet pulled back under her so they were up out of her shoes, and I whispered to my friend that we should tickle her feet. I put my hand under the chair and suddenly there I was, tickling up and down the sole of her stockinged foot. I didn't notice that my friend had chickened out because I was just lost in the sensation, with this big goofy grin on my face and a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. She started to shuffle around, and looked under the chair, then announced to the class, "[my name] is tickling my feet!"

I was so embarrassed, but happy, at the same time. My whole body was flushed, I know that. Everyone laughed at me, but not in an unusual way (oh, to be three again!), and life went on, but I'll NEVER forget that tickle. Oh, yummy! I had a few other preschool experiences similar to that (they must have thought I was a tickle freak even then), but that was my first. I absolutely KNEW right then...well, you know.

 

[glentickle]

What a delightful story, Piper. I could tell almost the exact same one, except that I was made to sit under a table in the corner as punishment -- the start of a much longer story!