The following Wednesday he gave me a gift: 6inch heels, with were actually four as the platform was two inches. He’d paid over $100 as they were brand new on the market. (20+ years later, I still have them.)
I walked around in them, and we repeated our session.
As soon as I was finished, the secretary told me to go meet a new client, as a submissive.
“But I don’t do sub sessions,” I reminded her.
“He’s into feet. Just meet him,” she replied, pushing me towards the door.
Subs were paid more, and I wasn’t getting many sessions, so I met him.
He was slim, 5’10”, and had a dark mustache. He wanted to tie up a girl and then tickle her feet. I explained I didn’t like to be tied up, but liked my feet being played with. He said he wouldn’t tie me too tight as I was very ticklish, and we had a deal. I told him I felt he should pay for a dominant session as I actually enjoyed my feet being played with. He said he didn’t mind, and ten minutes later he had tied my arms loosely, and, after pulling off my thi-hi’s, was tying my ankles.
He sat in a seat at the end of the leather table. He sniffed my feet. Kissed them. Then he ran his nails over my heels and, suddenly, the ropes weren’t that loose.
He then ran his nail over my heels and the high arch on my feets.
I jerked and flailed like a fish out of water. I was laughing like a hyena. I was embarrassed, but it felt good. Then he got to the underside of my toes. I tried to squirm out of his way, but I was tied to the leather bed.
By now, I’m sure you get the idea that- not only was I at the wrong place of business- but that I loved my feet being touched, tickled, kissed, licked, etc.
I’ve been working on an ending for this for a while. Basically, I love having my feet touched, and in 5+ years in the fetish industry I found close to 50% have a “foot-fetish”.
It’s nothing to be ashamed of. If you try it, chances are, you’ll like it. Or you’ll get a new pair of heels. Who doesn’t like that?
(see parts 1 & 3)