I guess I can trace my foot/tickling fetish back to kindergarten...we had a teacher in which she would have the entire class sit at her feet while she would read us a story. Now the thing is she ENCOURAGED those sitting in the front and next to her to touch her shoes and her pantyhosed feet! I was only able to experience that wonderful touch touch a couple of times because our row was always called last, but I recall when I did get to touch her shoes, I would sneak my index finger underneath her instep where her shoe was dangling (she was sitting with her legs crossed) and scratch that area, I don't recall her laughing but what I do is her giving me this glare and then quickly crossing her other leg so that now the one I was tickling was now planted on the floor, while the leg now crossed was in the opposite direction 😡 it was fun though, I also got the chance to touch her bare silver painted toes in the summer when she wore sandals...
*phew* even I am amazed how I could remember that from all the way back...but I sometimes wonder...why did she encourage students to touch her shoes when reading to us?
and BTW, who knows? It's a small world, perhpas some of you had her as your teacher as well (she has been teaching a very long time and has just retired) and like me, your fetishes were originated in part because of her...if you live in the Brooklyn NY area and had a similar experience, respond! We might have something in common! 😉
*phew* even I am amazed how I could remember that from all the way back...but I sometimes wonder...why did she encourage students to touch her shoes when reading to us?
and BTW, who knows? It's a small world, perhpas some of you had her as your teacher as well (she has been teaching a very long time and has just retired) and like me, your fetishes were originated in part because of her...if you live in the Brooklyn NY area and had a similar experience, respond! We might have something in common! 😉