I, Jeanette, wanted to earn some extra money many, many years ago. This I tried in the form of selling worn underwear. A sweet, fragrant little business, which ran purely on the Internet and by mail. Until one day I came across something very new to me.
A man wrote to me with the request to be allowed to love my feet. I didn't know what the guy meant by that. There was a little chat in which he enlightened me as to what his request meant. And I, yes I went along with it.
My own foot slave
I got involved in a meeting. We went to meet him, I know, rash or just brave! What I can tell you, the guy looks really hot! It's funny that he's into feet. Would not suspect so at all. In short, he is a highly erotic-looking man who passes as quite normal!
But he is not so normal, because in the meantime he is my very own foot slave! And you know what? It is horny! But I also have really horny feet that would magically attract any foot fetishist. But, for me, actually the one is enough, because it is pure pampering!
So to our first meeting ...
Mike, that's the name of the hot foot slave by the way, offered me a delicious tea and said I should just put my feet up, he'll do the rest.
He took off my high heels, which he liked very much, and removed my nylon socks.
Gently he put my feet down on a soft stool to get the wash bowl and sponge. The scent of fresh roses rose to my nose. It was a fragrant rose water with which he washed my feet.
He pushed the wash bowl aside and lovingly and very meticulously dried my feet, then tenderly caressed them.
He took a massage butter with vanilla scent to hand. It was the most amazing foot massage I've ever had! He kept telling me in between what horny women's feet I have. Then he started kissing them, licking them and sucking on the toes.
All this lasted about an hour, then he said that was it for now. He paid me, as agreed, and let me go. I got dressed and left. However, walking felt completely different and new. I walked like I was on clouds because my feet felt so pampered good.
Foot fetish stories that offer variety
Once I got home, I still wasn't over this pampering. I hated feet and always found them an unpleasant part of the body. But my foot slave had shown me today that feet can be great and that my feet are beautiful!
I loaded myself on the Internet and looked at videos. I looked for different foot fetish stories to find out what possibilities there are.
Finally, I wanted to be able to guide my foot slave and tell him what to do. He had the foot fetish but, I just liked to be in charge. He should become my slave and I his master or masteress.
The next meeting was only a week later and I was already looking forward to a new pampering program. When I arrived, everything was already ready. Rose water, vanilla butter.
I let myself fall on the sofa and stretched my feet smugly. Then he took a rope and simply tied them together!
The fright was big, I should have the say, there he could not make me nevertheless simply the slave and tie up! But there was nothing dangerous in his look. He smiled and asked me to trust him. He wouldn't hurt me and would stop if I interfered with what he was doing. I allowed it ...
He massaged my feet and smeared them with extra massage butter. Now he opened his pants and took out a real gem of a cock! He slid his penis between my bound feet and rubbed against it. He moaned and gasped until he cum in a high arc.
It was beautiful to watch and made me so hot that I wanted him so bad. I told him that I wanted him, that I wanted his hot body. But he put me off to the next time.
Foot fetish mixed with horny sex that also brings me what
His foot fetish was one thing, my desire for him again something else. We had to agree. And that's what we did in the end. He no longer paid me to take care of my feet and spoil them, but gave me his body.
We had sex and I was allowed to take him as I wanted. He had become my slave throughout. My own toyboy, full of sex appeal, horniness and a preference for feet. His penis was big, hard as steel and penetrated me as deep as no one could before. My feet were always part of the love game, whether in the main act or even just foreplay.
Ich hasse Füße ansich auch. Sind echt keine schönen Körperteile. Aber ich lasse meine Füße tatsächlich gerne verwöhnen, schön mit Öl massieren und Durchkneten. Wenn es dann zu Erotik führt, lasse ich mich da auch gerne drauf ein.