I get the sense that I'm a lot older than most members on this forum, just by the fact that I have never heard of a lot of these cartoon references... I remember the scene from The Flintstones where Fred is buried on the beach and Wilma, before getting him out, tickles his feet. The scene lasted all of 15 seconds but the effects lasted a lifetime. Then there was the classic Three Stooges "Space Ship Slappy" (or maybe it was "Sappy") in which the boys are captured on Venus by Amazon women who tie them and tickle-torture their feet with huge feathers. I don't know what age I was, but I don't think I could have been 10 yet. Maybe I was an early bloomer because I remember definitely being sexually aroused by those scenes. I wanted to be a captive "lee" ever since.
Then high school came along and I spent 4 years tickle-flirting with one of the 2 most ticklish females I ever met. (Do you forgive me, Tammy? You never told me not to tickle you, did you like it too?) My customary way to let her know I had walked up behind her was to tickle her ribs or underarms and hear her delightful squeals (to be fair, she did the same to me). And so through high school I also dreamed of having her at my mercy (which I would only have had eventually🙂).
I guess the "real" -lee experience that confirmed the fetish for me was at my friends' backyard pool when I was 17. I had just had a swim and was lying on the deck tanning. I was on my back with my eyes closed. My friend Kim, who was tall, slim, and had a very nice figure, was lying near my feet doing the same thing. Suddenly she rolled over and started tickling the bottom of one of my feet. I burst out laughing and started squirming my foot. She giggled and kept tickling. I remember to this day that I could feel myself getting hard inside my swim trunks. My face was turning red, from laughing and from embarassment at wondering if she could see my erection, but I made no move to get away. Soon Kim was tickling both of my feet and I was laughing like a loon. She must have seen by then what my reaction to the tickling was, but she just kept teasingly tickling my feet. She kept this up for about 15 minutes, then she stopped, grabbed my feet, and held them still until I calmed down. I got control of myself and rolled onto my stomach to hide what was surely the biggest erection I had ever had at that point in my life. I was completely embarassed, but all Kim did was to ask me if I wanted a Coke; which she then went to get. I still sometimes wonder what her idea was- what would have happened if I had fought back, or if I had ever asked her out, would I today be married to a tickling seductress? 😀 Oh, the things that might have been...
And then there was my grad-school fiancee. I'll talk about her some other time.
Thanks for the existence of this forum. I never thought I would find a place to talk openly about my fetish with people who share it. Seriously, thanks a lot.
