In some BDSM kits, the feather ticklers that are included aren’t fit for purpose; they supply a bit of relaxing fun for someone who’s on the receiving end but that’s all. If you want to tickle someone properly then a different kind of equipment is worth considering. Real enthusiasts of tickling do without mundane feathers or little pieces of coloured fluff. They know precisely which tickle fetish toys will yield the desired results. In fact, Mother Nature has amply provided us with a wonderful variety of organic options.
Although many people find being tickled themselves or tickling someone else to be a pleasurable experience-even a social one-tickling fetishists take it much further than that. They experience an intense erotic charge by placing the act of tickling into a strictly formalised scenario and they use it only under controlled conditions in an almost theatrical display. The fetish for tickling-or Knismolagnia-is enjoyed by fetishists to the exclusion of other pre-intercourse activities. For some, their sexual focus is placed exclusively on the tickling aspect with actual sex being secondary or even redundant. For the committed fetishist, advanced tickling games can be enhanced even more by the inclusion of some form of physical restraint applied to the person being tickled to prevent them protecting themselves or interfering with the game. The tied-up partner may also be blindfolded to increase their anxiety and add the element of surprise. Preferred tickle spots can include the feet, navel, armpits, breasts, nipples, ribs, sides, stomach and genitals. Erogenous zones are particularly receptive to tickles and,in this case, applying it to those areas is not generally associated with laughter or sudden withdrawal. The intention of the fetishist is to use continuous tickling to induce writhing, uncontrolled movements and involuntary vocalisations in their subject.
The Appeal of Wrinkled Soles (Foot Fetish)
For most people wrinkles are an inevitable, if highly unwelcome, fact of getting older. Our increasingly image-conscious society is governed by the impossibly youthful standards set by popular culture. When it comes to foot fetish, it’s a different story. Some enthusiasts get off on wrinkled soles. As a result of the correct application of expert tickling, the foot can tense up.Toe-curling can follow and the soft sole can ripple prettily as a consequence.
Searching for a Sole-Mate
My soles hare the most sensitive part of my feet by far. They also represent the area that receives the most attention from my foot fans. If I were to accept each and every one of their offers to lick and suck my soles I know for certain that when I tried to stand up, the volume of saliva would send me sliding across the floor.
My Feet Demand Attention
My last foot fetish photo session with MrTickleBCN happened over four years ago now. Back then, my understanding of foot worship, tickle fetish and the specific needs of foot fetishists was not as advanced as it is now. Many things have changed for me since then, especially where my feet are concerned. Indeed, it would be fair to say that my awareness of the real erotic value that was inherent in my heels, ankles, arches, soles and toes has come on in leaps and bounds. It’s strange to think about that session now. Back then, I wore stockings because I was ashamed of my feet; I didn’t think of them as being attractive at all. Something wonderful and strange has occurred in the last twelve months. Every so often I posted selfies of my feet on social media to see just what effect they might have. It didn’t take long for my feet to develop a fanbase of appreciative foot fetishists who thought nothing of extolling the virtues of them at length. It is thanks to these aficionados that I have finally begun to love my feet and get turned on by the idea of a foot worship session. My feet demanded the attention of true foot fetishist. So, it seemed necessary and appropriate to get back in touch with MrTickleBCN on the pretext of a photoshoot. Professional pictures of him getting to work on my feet would be really valuable for online consumption by my foot fetishists as well. It wasn’t absolutely […]
An Afternoon of Foot Worship
‘Sit down and close your eyes’, he says, pointing to a black leather sofa. I obey, a little surprised that he wants to get down to business as soon as I arrive at his office. He covers my eyes with a blindfold and I sigh. Suddenly I feel a lot more relaxed, because from this point onwards, I know that I won’t have to do or think about anything; I can just lie down and enjoy some superior quality foot worship. He unties the laces of my red Converse and takes them off with great care. I notice the cold temperature of the tiled floor through the thin fabric of my white socks. Then, he grabs my ankle and raises it before resting it on his shoulder. I sigh again and throw my head back, relaxing even more. He grabs my other ankle, but instead of putting it on his other shoulder, he holds it firmly, making me feel like his prey and I start to notice my arousal. Photos by Lourdes Ribas Moments later, he releases me and begins to peel my sock off very slowly, as if he were undressing me. My socks suddenly seem to have the same significance as a pair of panties. I can feel the cold air against my skin and then a breath of hot air from his mouth that takes me by complete surprise. I feel his warm wet kisses on my skin as each new piece of it is exposed. As soon as […]
More Tickle Torture
Even though the summer has faded, the effect of “50 Shades of Grey” still lingers. I’m sitting at my writing desk and I’m thinking about sex. Nothing unusual there you might think. It seems to me that everyone is caught up in the meaning and uses of BDSM in their own lives and relationships. Something has been forgotten in all of those TV discussions focused on strap-ons, handcuffs and spankings. I haven’t heard any debates recently about sex and humour. Have we forgotten how to be dirty in the bedroom and actually laugh while we are doing it? I haven’t. When I think back to those times when I was turned on and trying hard not to laugh I always end up remembering the same afternoon. It was the day I was being photographed by a tickle fetishist and my ankles were tied onto a horizontal metal bar while I was blindfolded and sitting on an office chair. The tight white panties I had chosen for the shoot would look scandalous I hoped. Now that a reasonable amount of time has passed since the shoot I can appreciate just how unusual it really was. It was like a job at the time and I took it seriously. The photographer was committed to getting the most out of the session. He had rehearsed his tickling plans in perfect detail. When my stockinged legs were opened and raised and the blindfold was fitted on my face I was defenceless. I only remember […]