Tickling Confessions
(Posted on Saturday, April 14, 2001)
This story was submitted anonymously.

I love having my feet tickled. I think that it all began while I was a young girl. My earliest recollections are of distant cousins of mine who would wrestle me to the ground and pin me down while sitting on the back of my legs and tickling the soles of my feet. Back then, nothing sexual went on. We were just a bunch of young kids horsing around. Even though I didn't know it then, the small patch of wetness that would appear in my panties were an indication of how much I liked having my feet tickled.

I even remember how these distant cousins of mine had hard-ons while they were tickling the soles of my very sensitive feet. I didn't think much of it then, nor did they I am sure being as naive as we were, but I have to wonder if those boys ended up having foot fetishes as adults. I have a feeling that they did. I have no idea where they might be today. Besides, I'd be too embarrassed to ask them about it now.

In junior high school I remember a boy who used to sit behind me in study hall who must have had a foot fetish even back then. I would often cross my ankles over one another in back of me. I would rest one of my feet on my heel and let my shoe drop away from my foot. Then I would allow my other shoe to drop off as he stared intently. More often than not, I would bend my knees and fold my legs underneath me so that my butt was sitting on the backs of my legs and my soles were facing upwards.

The first time that I ever did that, he scooted his chair over so that he would be within an easy arms reach to the soles of my feet. He didn't even say a word. Neither did I. We just kind of smiled at one another almost as if we knew what was going to happen next. Because my desk was in the last row and in the far right corner, and his was next to mine, nobody would be able to really see what was going on, so he pretty much had total privacy with my feet. That suited me just fine.

My feet hadn't yet grown into their current size 8 1/2's, but even back then they were perfectly proportioned and in great shape. They were probably about a 6 1/2 or 7 at that time. My mother and I always did manicures and pedicures together and she taught me how to keep my feet in great shape. Although I don't know this for sure, I think that my father probably has a foot fetish. If he doesn't, he was awfully attentive to my mother's feet while I was growing up. I never really saw anything more than him giving her foot massages, but they would last all night long on the couch as we would watch television.

On rare occasions my father would give me a bit of a foot rub which I loved, but in retrospect I think that he shied away from giving foot massages to me because they are sexual to him, or so I believe, and he probably felt awkward about giving them to me as his daughter.

This young boy, who was the same age as me, would lightly trace his fingers over every inch of the soles of my feet. He always did it very nicely and very lightly. His attentions to my feet lasted the whole hour each and evey time that we sat back there in that study hall. It was great. The only time that he would tickle me hard would be as a quickie right as the class bell would ring. It always sent shivers up and down my spine when he would give me his signature quick, hard tickle. Even though I am extremely ticklish, I long for more.

In high school, nothing much happened. My foot fetish young friend and I ended up going to different high schools. I never saw him again.

In college I experienced the first of my sexually arousing foot tickling episodes. Not only had it been the first time that I had ever had a climax while having my feet tickled, but it was also the first time that I had ever experienced any bondage. Bondage and foot tickling can go hand in hand quite nicely.

A group of us were soaking in a friend's backyard jacuzzi, playing a game of Truth or Dare when things got a little kinky. First of all, we were enjoying the jacuzzi completely naked which was perfectly fine by me. But since most people were choosing to give out truths instead of taking dares, and the truths were becoming pretty revealing, things got a bit out of hand.

Somewhere down the line I had admitted that my most erogenous zone, other than the obvious, were my ticklish feet. Somebody else had admitted that they enjoy bondage games. Actually a number of people admitted this including my best friend and her boyfriend. I was both surprised and amused by that truth. What shocked me even more was that the other couple that was there, along with the lesbian couple, used bondage in their lovemaking, too.

When one of the lesbians declined to bear another truth asked by her lover, her dare was to tie me up and tickle my feet. Secretly, just hearing that made my heart start pounding wildly, but to save face I had to lodge a complaint. "Hey, wait a minute," I protested. "That's not fair."

"You're right, " a couple of people chimed in and they all agreed.

Then somebody else said, "Okay then. You get the truth or dare and you can change your mind about it. Would that be fair?"

Not thinking about it much, I blurted out, "Sure. That's fair." I figured that if I didn't like the truth, I could always take the dare. But since I figured that they were all messing with my head then, I decided to take the truth. I could always change my mind.

This same girl asks me, "Have you ever fantasized or thought about being with a woman sexually?"

Feeling a bit awkward about the question, I changed my mind. "You know what? I'm going to take the dare."

"Ooohhh," they collectively cooed. "Ah ha!"

"Okay," she said again.

Then to my surprise, my best friend chimed in as she pointed to her boyfriend and said, "I dare you to let him tie you up and tickle your feet." With a nervous laugh, her boyfriend gave me a shy smile and then looked away. I knew that he's love to tie me up and tickle my feet, but I also knew that he surely embarrassed.

Feeling defiant, I boldly told her, "okay," and held my wrists over one another as I stood up in the jacuzzi.

It was all a kind of blur to me after that as we all towelled off and headed to a bedroom. It was like some weird kinky event was about to occur and I was going to get to watch it. I was excited. Not until my wrists were bound together and secured to the headboard of the bed did I fully realize that I was the key attraction of this kinky event. I had mixed emotions about it. I was both a little scared, but also extremely excited.

Our little game of Truth or Dare was soon forgotten as I became the center of attention. As my legs were spread apart and my ankles were tied down to the corners of the bed, each of the gameplayers took their positions around me. As two of them began tickling the soles of both of my feet at the same time, they had one last truth that they forced out of me.

Because my feet are so extremely ticklish, I screamed out my answer so that they would give me some mercy. "Okay, okay! YES! I HAVE had fantasies of being with women! Please stop!"

They stopped the heavy tickling, but not for long. In a fiendish impromptu plan of theirs, as one of the girls straddled my shoulders and pressed her sweet muff onto my mouth to keep me relatively quiet, the others tickled my feet and my clitoris at the same time. Though it seemed like forever, it only took a few moments of this intense tickle torture until my body began convulsing and I shook with an enormous climax in a series of multiple orgasms one right after the other. The juices and cum from inside of me soaked the covers underneath me.

Afterwards, my girlfriend stayed with me while the others went back outside to take in the jacuzzi again. I was still tied up when she asked me, "So, did you like it? I mean, it's obvious that your body enjoyed itself, but did you like it?"

"Absolutely! Are you kidding?" I told her. "That was the most incredible climax that I had ever had in my entire life. My God!" Then I added, "I didn't know that you had fantasies about women." During the game she had admitted that she had.

"Well, yeah," she chortled, "but I've never acted upon them."

"Yeah, me either." I explained.

Then she surprised me by saying, "Do you think that you could cum again?" She hadn't stimulated me sexually when I was being tickled.

"I don't know," I told her honestly. But before I could say anything else, she lightly touched my engorged clit and I gasped, "Ohhhh!"

"Sorry," she said, thinking that she had hurt me.

"Oh, no," I assured her. "It's just that I am so sensitive right now."

She just purred a soft, "hmmmm" as she buried her face into my wet pussy as her tongue probed it and pressed against my clit.

I don't know if it was because I was overly sensitive, tied up, doing something really naughty, or what, but I started cumming again almost as soon as her tongue lapped at my clit. I gasped outloud as this short burst of climaxes rocked my body again. "Wow!"

"I'll say," my girlfriend cooed. "Look at me?" She pressed her fingers against her pussy and exclaimed, "Look how wet I am! I can't believe it!"

I could tell that she was really horny and probably hadn't cum yet even though she was obviously very wet. Being tied as I was, I couldn't do much to help her. "I'm not exactly in a position to help you out there," I laughed nervously.

"Oh yes you are," she explained as she untied my ankles and quickly turned me over onto my stomach. My wrists were still tied together as she positioned herself over me. I was helpless to stop her, as if I would stop her anyway. I was enjoying what she was doing to me. She was going to use me, my body and my feet. She placed my ankles together and lifted my legs up towards her as she held my feet tightly together against her breasts. Her wet pussy pressed up against my legs as she humped them while sucking one of my big toes.

It felt wonderful! As she swirled her tongue in and around each of my toes, shrimping them with her talented mouth, she tucked her bare feet underneath my thighs and inched them up towards my pussy. I could feel the softness of her wonderfully wrinkled soles against my skin and I could feel her nimble toes wriggle up against me until one of her big perfectly shaped toes found my swollen clit. I was in ecstacy!

I am normally multi-orgasmic anyway, but on this day in particular, my climaxes were so numerous that I surely set my own record. According to my girlfriend, she also had never cum as much as she did on that particular day. She and her boyfriend ended up getting married, but the three of us still get together for some good old fashioned foot fetish fun involving tickling and bondage.

The two of us have even tickled-tortured her husband's feet after tying him up. And it's not the only thing that we've tickled on him either. We're always trying to break our own record for how high we can get him to shoot his cum into the air. Some of his climaxes have been pretty amazing!

I have to remain anonymous for now. Perhaps someday in the future I will post an e-mail address. As the webmaster of this site always like to say, "Have lots of great foot fetish fun!"