'Outing' Story

[mustang]

Occasionally someone will do a commentary in regard to his anguish about 'coming out' in regard to their foot tickling fetish. Everyone here can identify, because we all have a story to tell about how we had to navigate through life with our fetish, experiencing the anguish of feeling like we were the only one in the world with this odd fixation. Some have mustered the courage to come out and some are still stuggling with the issue. We can all agree that TMF has been a huge help in making us realize that we are not alone and that perhaps we are not so weird afterall. In my own experience, I have had a foot tickling fetish since my earliest memory. The first indication that my fascination with tickling feet was not normal came from my kindergarten teacher. During nap time I would get the girls to show me their feet. At some point my teacher asked me what the big deal with feet was all about, because they are just something that people walk on. I was five years old and from that point on I dove into the closet. Like we all did/do I had to navigate to feed my fetish on one hand and live in dread of being discovered and ridiculed on the other. The worst period was the school years, because kids can be so cruel. Long story shorter...in 1986 I became tired of life in the closet and also frustrated by all of the foot tickling experiences that I had missed from being in the closet. I made a conscious decision to come out of the closet and admit my fetish as occasion allowed. To my surprise, no one cared at all, especially the girls. After TMF came along I was completely emancipated...I don't care who knows. In fact, my wife on several occasions has announced at social gatherings about how much I love to tickle her feet. Guess what? No one cares. This leads me to a story that has to do with the freedom of being completely out of the closet. This story sounds like fiction, but I can guarantee that it happened just as told. My wife's best friend had a birthday party at a rock 'n' roll bar in the large city where we lived. There were six couples in attendance and we sat around a large table. We had all been drinking and smoking weed. The guy sitting next to me had a date with the honoree. He was talking about her and said that one thing that he really liked about her was that she had really cute feet. I immediately told him that I too had a huge foot fetish. A minute later, a guy sitting across from us had his date's foot by the ankle and was looking at her shoes. He said that he was about to start a new job selling womens' shoes. I said oh, so you have a foot fetish too and he confessed that he did. Meanwhile, another couple at the table got up and went to sit at the bar. The girl was blonde and wearing high heeled shoes which she kicked off at the bar. She was swinging her leg with her toes curled back and I couldn't keep my eyes off of them. She giggled and motioned for me to come to her. She asked me why I stared at her feet and I told her about my foot fetish. To my surprise, her boyfriend said that he also had a foot fetish and grabbed her by the ankle and started sucking on her toes right there at the bar. I then grabbed her other ankle and began to vigorously tickle the sole of her foot. She threw her head back and howled with laughter. I tickled her foot for a good five minutes when the fifth of the six guys who were at our table pulled up a chair for a better look. I told him that her boyfriend and I had a foot fetish and he said that he did too. Apparently, every one of these five guys was emboldened because of how up front everyone else was about their fetish. That made five of the six guys at our party who all had a foot fetish. If I were still in the closet, I would have clammed up when the very first guy brought the subject up. This just goes to show the kind of experience that can be had when one is out of the closet and bold about it. There are plenty of other similar stories, but not as spectacular as this one.

 

[chicago]

What up, wall-o-text?

You almost had me til the inebriated impromptu, toe-sucking, tickling, fetish-coming-out-orgy / party.

But cool story bro.

 

[mustang]

I know that it is hard to believe, but it did happen. I could have thrown in the detail that the last guy who came forward to watch the bar tickling scene and to be the fifth one to admit to having a foot fetish, died the very next weekend in a boating accident along with his date who was there that night. I enjoy the memory of that experience and so will those who can feel the truth of this whole communication. It is nice to know that crazy things like this can and do happen. In fact, I told a more detailed version of this same story a few months ago under the 'True Tickling Stories" section.

 

[Sandrock74]

I dunno....5 or 6 random guys together at someones birthday party in a public bar all admit to having a foot fetish and start sucking on toes and tickling feet while still in the bar? I'm with AnnieHall on this.

 

[mustang]

It was an unusual experience to say the least. Maybe I should have kept it to myself.

 

[rhiannon]

All that's missing is one of the girls going down on their knees giving a blowjob.

 

[ticklish tommy]

I think the reason people are so accepting of it is because it's not the weirdest fetish out there. (Not to sound like a jerk saying "weird"). Sure, there will always be some people who are like "Oh ur a freak" but overall I think tickling in sexualism is a rather common thing. Like they say, "erotic is using a feather..." It just depends on how much of a fixation u have on it.