When I went to bed – I decided to test Zumio, a powerful clitoral stimulator that’s ideal for enjoying pinpoint pleasure. Naturally, I wondered what it would be like to share Zumio with another woman as I revisited my sapphic fantasies. I put Zumio to work on my hungry clitoris and closed my eyes. I imagined soft skin, expert caresses and – of course – the singular sensation of four breasts rubbing together.
What I needed to explore, and capture, was my own foot voyeurism potential; the ticklee’s fetish perspective. I wanted my foot fans to see what I see: when I’m lying on my back, when my ankles are tied, when I’m looking down at my toes and when a big pair of male hands have got to work on them. The photographer had no problem with handing his camera over for me to use. As he explained “Now, I’ve got both hands free, to tickle you
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.
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.
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.