Perhaps there are some guys who don't know the origin of their fetish or fetishes.  My fetishes (ballbusting, ball kicking, pegging/strapon, FLR, CBT, CFNM, Pussy worship, Ass worship, tall or Amazon Women, castration, etc.) are all, of course, Femdom oriented.  But there is one fetish---the first one, perhaps---for which I know the origin for sure.

Miss Colleen W. was my freshman English teacher in a medium-size city in the Midwest of the US.  That was the 1962-63 school year and She was perhaps in her third or fourth year of teaching, age 25 or so.  She might still be alive, so I will not identify her further.  At the time She had short blonde hair, was about 5'6" tall, and a good teacher.  She arranged the chairs of our class in a horseshoe, so that one end of the horseshoe was to the left of her desk as She sat in it, and the other side of course was to the right side of her desk.  We sat in a double row, in alphabetical order.  I was 13 at the time and deep in the throes of puberty.

 I had the eternal heavenly good luck to sit at one end of the open horseshoe, to the right of Her desk as She sat at it, where I could stare at Her long crossed legs, sheathed in black or taupe nylons, and wearing the black high heels She favored.  I remember Her pumping Her long leg up and down, or even (what Heaven!) dangling a high heel from Her big toe.  Even when I was supposed to be reading, I could stare at those perfect legs.  I was hooked, and I remain hooked on black high heels (or any other color!), long legs, worshiping high heels, smelling high heels, nylongs, or feet, or anything related.  

 I  never saw her after 1964, as we moved away.  I hope Her life was long, happy, and successful, but above all happy.  Here's to you, Miss Colleen, I have always loved you.