I'm a 33 year-old, single high school teacher in a suburban town, and I have been living with a foot-tickling fetish for as long as I can remember. I have

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I’m a 33 year-old, single high school teacher in a suburban town, and I have been living with a foot-tickling fetish for as long as I can remember. I have been very secretive about it and indulged in this fetish every few months at strip clubs several miles away from my city or even take trips to a NYC establishment that sets up 1-on-1 private sessions in an apartment.

Last week, I took advantage of an opportunity with a student and went too far. I’ve seen all the news about f********** guys getting the book thrown at them for interacting with persons under the age of 18, and I used my position of authority to tickle a girl who is under that age in exchange for covering up a suspendable offense. Honestly, I enjoyed tickling this girl greatly, and took many precautions to ensure she wouldn’t talk about it or get caught. I didn’t tickle her anywhere illegal, just on her sides, underarms, and mostly on her knees and below down to her soles. However, the following two days I saw her in class, I felt awful and maybe somewhat fearful because I know I went too far.

Not only would I have to see her for another few weeks this year, but potentially throughout the school for another 2 years. I’m already looking to transfer to another school.

I wish I never had this fetish but I have to live with it and everything I’ve done.

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I’m male, work a high power job, good salary. After work I dress as a female to relax.
Recently I discovered, having my testicle out side my pan+ties, under my dress, keeps me cooler. Just wanted to put this out there.

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When I was in college my roommate was raped and murdered in a stairwell. I left that school and later completed my degree on line. I lived with my mother.

I had a long time jib working for a cupcake store. One random day a man stopped for a birthday cupcake for his secretary. I asked him if men still had secretaries. He asked if I had an education. Since I had a degree I could be his secretary, the birthday girl was moving.

The company offices had fifty people, mostly male, engineers. The other females were all young, dressed well, fawned over the men. Hired for their looks. I was hired for my looks, 22 blonde.

The man, he wanted a secretary who was affectionate to him. Kiss on the cheek every morning. Wore dresses, a little cleavage. A slap across the a** type of man. He kissed me in his office, felt me up and told me he was coming to my house. I told him I lived with my mother.

He showed up and my mother told me to serve him. He told her he was there for me. He saw me at the cupcake store and decided to marry me.

My mother asked Jim questions, like interviewing him for me. He passed, professional, manager, good job, but how did she know if he could father children. I got married anyways , fingers crossed.

Five years without children. Five years of keeping myself away from him. Five years of this and that girl. He turned 33, I either got pregnant or he would leave me.

Coercion. Blackmail. Forced to comply. It was as awful as I imagined. You only give up your virgin status once. It was awful. What can I say. He repeated it to make sure I got pregnant.

You see, my college roommate was my lover. When I lost her everything ended for me. I married him to please my mother. It’s awful, what can I say. I’m cheating on her memory. This child in me, if I have a girl I will name her after Cristina.