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If you are a fan of cute feet and moccasins or slippers, you need to come follow my instagram and if you are a lady who wears moccasins I want to feature you on my page! Submit pics here or there please!
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Thanks for sharing your moccasins 👣💋 This is a moccasins appreciation page! Sharing my love for women who wear moccasins with no socks! DM or TAG a pic if you are a WOMAN who wears them! Don’t be put off by #footfetishnation guys! My page is nothing but love and respect for you! #moccasins #countrygirl #fetishes #slippers #feet #nerdygirl #bday #teamprettyfeet #birthday #dance #yoga #collegelife #emo #nurse #barefoot #minnetonka #momlife #lularoe #hippie #vintagestyle #pinupgirl #fall #cosplay #monday #gypsysoul #shoeselfie #bohostyle #birthdayweek
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2025 Tickling Community Role Call
The tickling community has changed a lot on Tumblr the past while. Curious to see who's all still out there, new and old.
Like or reblog if you want to connect to other people in the tickling community.
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ps - don't make it weird
chicagoland ticklees?
where are my chicago and Indiana ticklees?
I know you're out there. Say hello!
The Lularoe party
My Mistress loves to be a tease. She knows I have a strong foot fetish and She uses that to Her advantage quite often in our day-to-day life. She doesn’t wear fetish gear, but She does wear things I like such as leggings to show off her ankles and moccasins that give me a glimpse of the top of Her foot while hiding the pedicure She always has from me. So when She told me She was going to be hosting one of those popular Lularoe leggings parties, I assumed I would need to find someplace else to be that night. I was wrong. She told me 6 of Her friends would be attending the party and She would need help keeping their drinks refreshed and snacks available. I am used to serving Her needs but I have never been asked to serve Her friends. My Mistress works at an upscale salon by day and Her friends are all attractive ladies who are either co-workers or clients. While I would never do anything in reality behind my Mistress’s back, I have often fantasized about some of these friends and their cute feet. It’s not uncommon for me to drop by the salon now and then and, especially in the warmer months, every lady is in sandals and every one of them has a perfect pedicure. But we are still in the colder months and I assumed that the Lularoe party would not be much of an opportunity to see anything. Again, I was wrong. The night of the party arrived and as I was putting the finishing touches on the snacks and decor, the doorbell rang. Mistress was still getting ready and told me to answer the door. I opened the door, and out of habit, I was looking down as I opened the door and the first ting to catch my eyes was a pair of gray Ugg moccasins and blue jeans. My heart skipped a beat for a second as I thought the night was off to a great start for me personally as I welcomed her friend Kelly in the door. I asked if she’d like some wine and got her a glass and told her Mistress would be out shortly. Without thinking, I also threw in “love your moccasins” as Kelly sat on the couch and did that thing where she drew her ankles together and looked down at her feet and visably wiggled her toes inside her soft Uggs. With a quick “Thanks” she took a sip of her wine and I started to go back to the kitchen when the doorbell rang again. Mistress was still busy in the bedroom so I went to the door and same as before opened it while looking down. As the door opened, my eyes could not believe what I was seeing. Before me were two pairs of moccasins! Joi and Lauren were standing in front of me both adorned in moccasins and Joi had on black leggings with her black payless Airwalk moccasins while Lauren had on skinny jeans with a pair of Dije lime green sparkle moccasins. I just stood there in awe for a moment and Joi finally asked, “um…may we come in”? I gathered myself and said “of course, of course, I’m sorry ladies…please come in and have some wine.” I poured them each a glass and wandered back to the kitchen still trying to maintain my dignity as I had a noticeable bulge in my pants. I think I should explain that moccasins, unlike any other shoe out there, just hits a certaiin nerve for me. They contour to the shape of the foot so perfectly and they tend to even make the foot look smaller. The added advantage, something that I know many guys like me love, is that when worn without socks they tend to make the foot a little sweaty and have a sweet smell that only a female foot can produce. I’m not talking aboutthat mungeant smell of a gym, but a light pherimone fragrance that is feminine and intoxicating. Anyway, 3 of the guests were here and drinking and all of them were in moccasins ani couldn’t be happier. I felt a hand on my shoulder and Mistress was standing there behind me. I lowered my head and turned around only to see that She too was wearing my all-time favorite soft sole brown moccasins and a pair of leggings with the anklet She always wears which hold the key to the cuffs I typically wear when we are alone. I am never in chastity, but in our day-to-day life, I have chains on my wrists and ankles with padlocks. Mistress prefers it this way because with a simple and quick clip of a few connectors, I am helpless for whatever She has planned for me. But tonight, my cains are off and I a serving Her friends for her pleasure. Ding went the doorbell again and Mistress told me to get the door. I went to the door and with my head down as always I opened to see another pair of moccasins before me. Breanna was wearing white moccasins from Kohls made of this sweater material and gray leggings and pink top with a white long sweater over it. I hadn’t seen Breanna in years because she worked at a different salon with Mistress and had since gone her own way. Breanna was younger, a bit more alternative looking, but her feet as I remember were small and adorable. "Hey Bre!“ I heard Mistress say behind me as she came in and did the typical hugs and such with the other ladies. "Get Bre a drink” Mistress told me and i scurried to the kitchen and brought her a glass of pink moscatto. She took a sip and said, “oooh, this is good! What kind is it?” I was almost embarrased to answer, but Mistress gave me a look and I knew I had to tell her. "Tonight we are drinking Barefoot wines ladies,“ as a slew of giggles commenced around me for some reason. "Everything about this house is Barefoot ladies,” said Mistress with a coy little smile. My head was spinning at this point, not because i had drank any wine, but because I began to suspect that Mistress had not been so secretive about our little arrangement when nobody was around. I mean, would she really share our kinks, my foot fetish, with her friends? No time to ponder as the door bell chimed once again and I hurried to the door to see if we were going to be 6 for 6 in the moccasin department for the evening. I slowly opened the door and as if fate was calling my name, 2 more pairs of moccasins caught my stare. Gretchen was a yoga instructor and client of the salon and I knew one of the pairs of moccasin covered feet before me was her by her tattoos on the tops of her feet. She was wearing black suede minnetonka moccasins with black and pink swirl yoga pants. Standing beside her was a pair of white minnetonka driving moccasins that were all leather and a pair of ripped blue jeans. I gazed up and couldn’t believe my eyes as it was Gretchen’s daughter Haliey back from college. This is truly one of those mom-daughter combos that would make any man do a double take. As i stood there in my mix of excitement and wonder, I heard Mistress say, “well now we can offically start this party! Welcome ladies!” I closed the door and turned around to see for the first time a room full of 7 beautiful women adorned in 7 pairs of moccasins. As I walked to the kitchen, I began to seriously think that my secret was no secret at all for there is no way 6 women just came to this party wearing moccasins by coincidence. I poured 2 more glasses of wine and brought them to Gretchen and Haliey. Mistress raised her glass and said,“let the fun begin” as they toasted and laughed together. These parties are really quite a sight were you a fly on the wall watching. The leggings are brought out and each lady looks through the collection and picks out her favorites and then ofen rtires to another bedroom or bathroom to try them on. Now this may sound completely innocent, but from the mindset of someone like me, this is heaven. You see, when they try on their leggings they almost always have to come out and model them for their friends. This typically results in them also comming out of the room barefoot which was something I had truly not anticipated when the evening began. Once by one, they emerged from their dressing rooms and each was barefoot. They posed, they spun, they gave each other encouragement. At one point Lauren came out and was wearing a pair of lime green leggings with her lime green moccasins. "It’s like this was meant to be!“ she said as all the ladies agreed. I was now suffering from PTMD, post traumatic moccasins disorder. I stood there by the kitchen door watching each one pance around my home either barefoot or in moccasins, occassionally coming up to me and asking for a refill of their wine and then turning on their toes and going back to the party. All the while, Mistress is sitting on the couch, drinking her wine, dangling one moccasin ever so casually from her foot and giving me knowing looks with a devious grin. Some 50 pairs of leggings had now been modeled and 9 bottles of wine had been consumed. The feeling in the air was loose and free and everyone was a bit tipsy and without care in the world. I went down the hallway to the bathroom and as I passed our bedroom I saw something thru the crack of the door. We had allowed the ladies to use our bathroom, spare room and my office to change, but our bedroom had been off limits. From the crack of the door I could see spread out on our bed the entire collection of chains, ropes, and cuffs Mistress uses on me as well as a chair she often makes me kneel on and ties me to it competely helpless as she lies on the bad and places Her feet on my face to worship. I am typically on my knees, hands pulled tight behind me and my ankles and tied so that they rest on either side of the back of the chair. Mistress can tese me with her feet while lying back, but then she will often lay on her stomach with her feet up in the air or on a pillow and she teases and strokes me with her hand or mouth. Trust me when i say that I have never released as fast or as hard before this method She devised for me. Being teased while i get to watch the soles of her feet, or even sometimes watch her wear moccasins as she dangles them, is my weakness. But I closed the door so nobody would see the room and went to the bathroom like was my original plan. I used the facilites, washed my hands and as I opened the door my head was down as usual only to see standing before me the soft soled minnetonka moccasins I knew so well. Mistress was waiting for me and took me by the hand and we stood outside othe bedroom door. "Hmmm, I thought for sure I had left this door cracked open when I came out earlier, ” She said. Not sure of what she was implying I said, “Yes, I saw it was open and you could see all of our restaints on the bed so I closed it so none of your friends would see.” She opened the door and took me inside and closed the door behind me. Now standing in front of me with her typical stern look she said, “But the door was left ajar for a reason. Do you really think all of these women just so happened to come here tonight wearing moccasins? Do you really think that 6 of my friends all share the same sense of style and wear moccasins in the daily life?” My eyes gazed the floor as I responded, “no Mistress, I had a feeling this was no accident.” "Take off your clothes and kneel on your chair,“ She commanded. I did as i was told and as she began to place the chains around my wrists and ankles she started to explain, "There are no accidents. I control things outside of this house just as i do inside of this house. Yes, I planned a party and yes I invited my friends and co-workers. But what you don’t know is that I made the condition of their attendance be that they must get pedicures and they must wear moccasins. Do you really think I could go to work each day and not share with my friends what it is we do in here every night? Girls love gossip and we all tell eachother everything. I know more about their mundane lives than I ever want to know. But I also have told them everything about our lives and not only are these ladies who are here tonight not getting what they want at home, they are intrigued by the idea of perhaps getting a little of what I do here tonight.” With that statement, my eyes locked on Her eyes and for a moment it was silent. I was now kneeling in position and already partially erect. The chair was at the side of the bed but resting right against the mattress in the dead center. Mistress then said, “you were a very good boy tonight catering to my friends and I think it is now time for all of them to come enjoy the real reason I hosted this party.” Mistress then left the room and I knelt there on my chair with frenzied thoughts of what was about to happen. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine a scenario like this. Mistress is far more devious than I ever could be and I am also shocked that she shares our personal world with her friends openly. Fantasizing about being with more than one woman is every man’s dream, but actually having the situation before you is way more scary and humiliating than ever imagined. Suddenly my thoughts were stifled by the sounds of giggles in the hallway. This was actually about to happen and I was helpless to do anything about it even if I wanted to. I could hear the door slowly open and i could feel the room fill with thes ladies all standing behind me. Mistress went to the other side of the bed now facing me and said, “So ladies, as I have often told you, this is how I spend my evenings. But rather than just tell you about how I tease and torture my little foot slave, I think should see and experience it for yourselves. You see, all men truly desire to be controlled by their women. They lead busy lives and they have a lot on their plates and when they come home, they need to serve their true purpose. Now yes, I admittedly have told you that it was i who started as the submissive in this relationship. But the thought occurred to me one day that in order for this to truly work and in order for Me to enjoy the things that he enjoys, I must be in control of them. Well enough talk, let me start off by showing you a little of what I mean as you watch and learn.” Once again, I heard giggles behind me as my Mistress got on the bed. She laid on her back and propped her head up with a pillow as she scooted so that her soft soled moccasins could rest on my chest. Here I am, bound, naked, helpless and a spectacle for Her friends. A part of me wanted to call out some sort of safeword to make this all end. The problem is, Mistress has no such safeword in place and I am resigned to do as she wishes. As she lifts her left moccasin covered foot to my face she instructs me to smell her foot at the instep. As she arches her foot and the moccasin gapes open a little, i can see the arch and I can smell the sweetness of her soft skin. "You have to make them smell your feet before you get down to business ladies,“ she explained. "They need to realize the smell before they get to worship just like you need to smell the wine and get it into your senses before you drink.” I sniffed her left foot and then she switched and i did the same with her right foot. Then she arched her foot to allow the heel of the moccasin to pop off of her heel and used my chin to remove the shoe from her foot. Ten she continued with the left foot in the same manner and as each moccasin fell from her foot down my chest it bounced off of my erect penis and then to the floor. Now Her feet were bare before my face, side by side and her soles were slightly moist from the long night of moccasin wearing. "It isn’t enough that I know he wants to lick them,“ she said, "but he needs to know how I want them to be licked.” Again, the giggles errupted behind me. "I want you to clean my feet slave. I want you to take long licks from the heel to the toes on one foot and then the other.“ I did as Mistress said and licked slowly from her heel and up her arch and then to her toes on the right and followed with the left. "I did not tell you to stop. You see ladies, is trained to do as I say but he also confuses when it is time to do exactly what I say and when to just keep doing what I say until I give new instructions.” So I continued alternating from left foot to right licking up and down allowing my tongue to eventually cover every minute part of her soles. "Now, the toes are the best part. that is where all the goodness truly lives ladies. Slave, I want you to lick between each of my toes. I want you to clean them for me until there is literally no smell left.“ With that, Mistress spread the toes on her lefts foot and I licked between them. My tongue pierced between the supple skin as I tasted the salty sweet essence residing between them. As I did this, i could hear whispers behind me from the ladies commenting to each other about what they were witnessing. Although I was focused on my task at hand, I could make out little statements such as "oh my God” and “I can’t believe he likes this.” The truth is, I don’t like this. I love this! I live for this. It is what i think about 24/7. I think about t with Mistress. I think about it while watching TV and seeing some barefoot actress even if just for a moment on the screen. I think about it in the mall and at the store. I think about it when we are out to eat and the lady at the table next to me is dangling her shoe under the table. My foot fetish is a lifelong obsession. There is not a female in my life that I haven’t at least considered what it must be like to kiss and lick her feet. OK, maybe that is an exaggeration. The truth is, not all women are graced with cute feet. Unlike breasts that can be pushed up or made to look better with a bra or certain lingerie, you have the feet you have and they are either ugly, typical, or pretty. You can’t take an ugly foot for a pedicure and come out with a beautiful foot anymore than you can slap new paint on a wrecked car and have a beautiful car. It doesn’t work that way. This is why my mind is a mess as I kneel there licking Mistress’s feet knowing behind me are 6 pairs of beautiful feet as well. "This slave is very lucky ladies. Not only does he like feet but he likes tickling too and my feet are ridiulously ticklish. Sometimes he hits a spot that just drives me crazy. It’s a little added bonus. Raise your hand if you are ticklish.“ I couldn’t see what was going on behind me but I could see in my mistress’s eyes that she was scanning the guests and at least a few must have raised their hands. "The funny thing is, he is also ticklish and loves it. He struggles to not show it or to ever actually laugh out loud, but he is sensitive to the touch of fingernails on his body. In fact, I think it would drive him crazy if he were to be tickled while he was licking my feet. I don’t suppose anyone would care to help me out with this?” I tensed up as I sat waiting for someone to reach out and give me a test tickle. It wasn’t more than a moment before i felt fingernails lightly on my back between my shoulder blades. I tensed even more and shivered a bit which must have delighted the ladies behind me as I heard the giggles again. The nails on my back were now joined by nails on my left ribcage, then followed by nails on my right upward facing sole and then my left sole. I then felt nails reach around and tickle the front of my waist and every so innocently, a finger encountered my penis and I convulsed. Everyone including Mistress giggled at this as she warned “not yet ladies, we’ll get to that in a little while.” I continued to be lightly tickled by this group of devlish women. There was a sense of being scared to be touching another man yet a certain feeling of much needed exploration. Again I heard whispers such as “mine would never let me do this” and “oooh, I think I found a good spot.” At this point I heard Joi say, “OK, this is all fun and good but when do we get to be where you are?” Mistress laughed and said, “Let me get out of the way and all of you come lay here and enjoy.” As Mistress rolled off the bed, the 6 ladies now took her place lying side by side on the bed. Mistress stood beside me and watched as all of them held their moccasin covered feet up towards my face. I could see that a few of them were pink in the cheeks from embarrassment as they couldn’t imagine anyone willingly wanting to lick their feet. I was tied up and in no position to argue, so “willing” may not be the accurate term, but resigned might be more like it. Everyone laid there just sort of looking side to side wondering if anyone would be first. I could smell many things during this wait. Leather, suede, lotion, feet, all smells I love. Finally Mistress said, “Since most of you bought new moccasins just to attend this party, I think it would be best if we just lose the shoes and get right down to the feet.” Starting with the 3 on my right, Mistress slowly removed the moccasins of Haliey, Breanna and Lauren. Then she moved to my left and removed the moccasins of Kelly, Gretchen and Joi. As she removed the moccasins slowly and teasingly of each lady, she allowed her fingers to lightly tickle up the soles of each one. My head was swimming as she did this so I honestly couldn’t guage which one reacted the most, but each one did react even if just a little. Then suddenly, as if it was time to just tear the bandaid off, Joi pressed her toes to my lips. “I think I’m supposed to tell you to smell them first,” she said while looking at Mistress. "You were paying attention. You’d make a great submissive!“ she said with a laugh. All the girls laughed as Joi then said more emphatically, "smell my feet.” I gave a quick glance to Mistress for permission and she smiled and nodded and I placed my nose between the big and second toe of Joi’s left foot. I inhaled and was transported to another plane as I realized finally something i had dreamed about since I met Mistress some 10 years ago. I never really told Mistress about which of her friends I coveted the most because i didn’t want her to be jealous, but I also just liked having the secret. But there are no secrets now. Mistres has obviously told these women far more than I ever would have guessed which is why when I have encountered them over the years in public, it always felt as if they were giving me knowing looks. "Now you will clean my feet,“ Joi said "and you better do a good job because unlike my friends here, i have actually owned my moccasins for several years and there has to be some good stuff in there.” I began to lick Joi’s feet and she wasn’t kidding. There was no new moccasin smell or taste to her feet. She spread her toes as I went betweeneach and every one and she closed her eyes and just lived in the moment. This was when I really realized that for the first time every, I was being watched by 5 other ladies as they waited their turn. I could see in their eyes that they were impatient, but also nervous. After 5 minutes or so, Joi said “Whose next?” and Kelly immediately chimed in. Joi and her traded places and Kelly said “Start smelling.” Mistress laughed and said, “That a girl.” I smelled Kelly’s feet, paying extra attention the the space between her littlest and next toe. That seemed to hold the most scent of actual foot smell considering her Uggs were brand new. "Look, no bug bites,“ she said to me. Kelly was a camping fanatic and years ago had gotten badly bitten up on her legs and feet and posted it on facebook. I offered her some advice back then and it must have helped and she remembered. "You can start licking any time you want,” she said. "No!“ said Mistress. "It’s not about what he wants. Always remember ladies, while yes, he does in fact want this, you have to be the one who tells him that you want it. You must always be in control.” Kelly then changed her tune and said, “You have smelled my feet enough, it is time for you to worship them. I began kissing Kell’s soles and they were not as soft as i had imagined. They had obviously been not well pampered, but Kelly was the outdoorsy type and I imagine they had seem some better days. But it didn’t matter, they were aesthetically pleasing and the fact that she was Mistress’s oldest friend added a little something deviant to the situation. She was a bit on the ticklish side and when I hit a spot between her toes she jumped and said "too funny,” which is a little inside joke between me and Mistress. Another 5 minutes passed and Breanna spoke up and said,“ OK, you are hogging this up and i want my turn.” They switched places and Breanna instructed me to start with the smelling and then effortlessly commanded me to lick them. They were very soft and her pedicure was black. I could talk about her more but by now I think you get the idea. Lauren follwed Breanna as they are actually friends and Lauren was goin to back out if Bre didn’t come. Of all the ladies here, lauren might have the cutest feet, but she is really shy and not really adventurous sexually. But Lauren does like romance and sensuality so I didn’t really lick her feet as much as I kissed them. I didn’t want her to hate this, but I wanted Mistress to see that I cared about her friends and their feelings. Now the mother and daughter were left and they swtichd with Lauren to lay side by side. Grethcen told Haliey that she always wanted her to not make the same mistakes she had when younger. "Had I known how to take control, perhaps things would be different now. You can’t live your life for the wrong guy baby girl. You need a man who will worship you everyday like the princess you are. That’s why I brought you with me tonight. Baby girl needs to become a woman.“ Haliey then placed her feet up to my face and said perhaps the most exciting thing of the night. "You will smell my feet and then you will lick every inch because not only do I deserve it, I demand it!” I didn’t hesitate for a second as I sniffed her feet and licked her soles Haliey was wearing a toe ring and said, “I want that toe ring to shineso you better start sucking.” I sucked her second to the last toe with everything I had. I was not about to dissappoint this college beauty. When she was satisfied, she told Gretchen to take her turn. Gretchen didn’t actually want her fet to be worshipped. She instead placed her feet on my chest and shoulders and gave me an amazing ashiatsu massage. Now they licking and smelling had finished for everyone and the ladies seemed like they were getting tired and wanting to call it an end. Mistress then said, “Hold on ladies, you got what you wanted but there is alway a reward for the slave.” She then took her rightful place in the middle of the bed between all the ladies and told them to sin around so they were lying on their bellies and their feet were up in the air. She reached under the bed, brought out 2 pieces of rope and began to tie Kelly’s ankles to Gretchen and Gretchen’s to Joi. Then she went to the other3 and tied Haliey to Breanna and Bre to Lauren. Now she laid in the way she had laid many times before. Her feet up behind her and her face by my penis. "This is how my slave gets his reward ladies. Wiggle them toes for him.“ It didn’t take but a minute as she stroked me and licked me until I showered all 6 ladies with cum. She untied the ladies and they proceded to leave the room each tracing a finger or two up my exhausted body. I heard each one leave thru the front door as i knelt there still tied and dripping with sweat as Mistress came back to the room. She lied on the bed in the same way the night started and said, "did you have a good night?” I couldn’t speak…I just breathed and nodded. "Good! Now I’m going to tell you the story of this night and you are going to cum for me again!“ And with that, we began.
Yes I am
Yeah baby!
Very very much so!!!!!!
Feet feet and more feet
Absolutely yes I love Women’s Soles ♥️👣♥️♥️👣♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️👣👣♥️♥️♥️♥️👣♥️♥️👣♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
I absolutely love beautiful sexy feminine feet! I love cute toes and pretty ankles! I’ll kiss, lick and suck on a set of tasty feet!
It's my 13 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Submit pics of you or your wife or girlfriend in moccasins. Don't own moccasins? Try some on at the store and snap a pic for me!
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Ladies…show off your moccasins! It is Moccasin Monday afterall!!
I wish there were more girls who liked to wear moccasins and show them off! Anyone? If you own a pair and would send me a pic I would love you forever!
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