I'm happily married and I have a family. But I do have a fascination with being made to have my feet tickled. I love it, but I can’t stand it. I know it’s a weird thing, this craving of mine. I think it stems from being very sensitive on the bottoms of my feet. I discovered it when I was pretty young that I couldn’t scratch an ant bite on the bottom of my foot for longer than a second or two. I couldn’t sit still while someone scratched at the soles of my feet, I just couldn’t not jerk away.
I suppose, eventually, my thoughts wandered into what it would be like to be MADE to just HAVE to just sit there... and not be able to stop someone from gently scratching at the bottoms of my feet with their fingernails... circumstances beyond your control. You must understand, this is a horrifying situation for someone who actually does have very sensitive feet. I suppose the idea is akin to people attending a horror movie, for the thrill of it.
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I guess that eventually led to fantasies of being in a straight jacket.
Or wrapped from shoulder to ankles like a mummy.
Or have my hands bound behind my back and my ankles locked together before me in a set of stocks.
Or be wrapped as mentioned before and placed in a long box with my feet sticking out together at the end.....
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No matter what scenario I dreamed up, they all involved one common characteristic… another person. This person was sometimes a woman, but usually it was a man. One older and more experienced than I. One that simply loved the idea of gently scratching the bottoms of someone else’s feet with their fingernails. Ideally, they just loved to tickle feet. And rather than stop when I begged them to, they seemed to like and be amused by the idea of driving someone crazy just by gently touching the bottoms of their feet. They were happy to make my worst nightmare/best dream come true: Being made to endure very long sessions of foot tickling, way past my level of tolerance. ....Experience has taught me that after about 60- 90 seconds of nice, light fingernail action on the bottoms of my feet is enough to have me begging, laughing and babbling incoherently. They would grab and pinch gently at the balls of my feet. ComPLETEly driving me mad... teasing me by telling me this was all my idea. And they’d thank me for letting them finally do this to someone.
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I suppose, eventually, my thoughts wandered into what it would be like to be MADE to just HAVE to just sit there... and not be able to stop someone from gently scratching at the bottoms of my feet with their fingernails... circumstances beyond your control. You must understand, this is a horrifying situation for someone who actually does have very sensitive feet. I suppose the idea is akin to people attending a horror movie, for the thrill of it.
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I guess that eventually led to fantasies of being in a straight jacket.
Or wrapped from shoulder to ankles like a mummy.
Or have my hands bound behind my back and my ankles locked together before me in a set of stocks.
Or be wrapped as mentioned before and placed in a long box with my feet sticking out together at the end.....
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No matter what scenario I dreamed up, they all involved one common characteristic… another person. This person was sometimes a woman, but usually it was a man. One older and more experienced than I. One that simply loved the idea of gently scratching the bottoms of someone else’s feet with their fingernails. Ideally, they just loved to tickle feet. And rather than stop when I begged them to, they seemed to like and be amused by the idea of driving someone crazy just by gently touching the bottoms of their feet. They were happy to make my worst nightmare/best dream come true: Being made to endure very long sessions of foot tickling, way past my level of tolerance. ....Experience has taught me that after about 60- 90 seconds of nice, light fingernail action on the bottoms of my feet is enough to have me begging, laughing and babbling incoherently. They would grab and pinch gently at the balls of my feet. ComPLETEly driving me mad... teasing me by telling me this was all my idea. And they’d thank me for letting them finally do this to someone.
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