Bob’s Amateur Foot Fetish Female Domination Story

It’s hard to tell you exactly how it happened, but over the last month or two, a girl I work with has been frequently exchanging foot fetish fantasy stuff with me. I think a customer came into our store one day and purchased shoes using a credit card that was not hers. We asked her about the origin of the card (mainly due to curiosity) and she told us that her job was a professional dominatrix, and guys would constantly give her their cards so that she could buy shoes in order to explore their foot fetish. Now, my work college – let’s call her Annie – found it interesting that guys were into that kind of thing. She expressed a desire to have a partner that was into feet, because that way, it would be easy to get foot massages.

We are both single, and always joke around about how much we want to rub feet and play with them. I am semi-serious, because anything sexual to a single guy sounds like a good idea. On her side of things, I can see an intimate desire to be involved in a dominatrix position where men are worshiping her. She is quite attractive, and over the last few weeks, she has been coming in with different pairs of heels and freshly painted nails, presumably because she wants guys to admire her feet.

Anyway, I won’t beat around the bush. We did have a quick kiss in the back room one slow afternoon and as a result, she invited me over for dinner. I accepted the invitation and showed up on time. She looked a million dollars when she answered the door – a gorgeous blue skirt and a matching pair of high heels. She has a beautiful pair of blue eyes, and the way they look when she wears that color just makes them pop. We ate dinner and chilled for a bit on the coach, talking about life, love and everything else while the TV was on. At one point, she shoved her feet a little closer to my body and rested them on my lap. Half-jokingly, I pretended that I was really turned on and in an instant, she turned deadly serious.

“You know you want to be more little foot fetish whore … touch them.” – I’m really into her at this point, so I see no harm in playing around with her feet. They were actually quite pretty, and after taking off her heels, I rubbed my hands all over them and gave her a great massage as she stayed focus on the TV. Soon enough, her desire for being in charge grew ever stronger.

“I want you to lick my toes. Treat them as objects of beauty and make love to them with your tongue. Worship my feet, foot slave.” – I did as I was told. There is a satisfaction in not being in control when it comes to this kind of thing. Being told exactly what I am to do means that I cannot get nervous and run out of ideas. Her wish is my command, and right now my command was to suck on her cute pinkies. She now lost focus on the TV, and had her head rested back, fully relaxed as I took each one of her delicious toes into my mouth and nursed them. Soon enough, I was running my tongue and up down the length of her foot, being ordered to lick them clean as well as I could.

“Okay, get down on the floor. Lay down and put your head close to the sofa.” – Again, I listened obediently, not wanting to annoy or upset my mistress Annie. She turned herself slightly and while maintaining her relaxation on the sofa, stuffed her foot into my face. I was ordered to sniff and lick interchangeably – nothing was going to stop her from having me pleasure her feet, and when I felt both of them smother my mouth and nose, I knew that she had suddenly turned serious about her dominatrix ways and loved the idea of being in a foot fetish femdom story that would be told by one of her slaves.

After I had finished worshipping her feet as much as possible, she positioned herself sitting down normally and hugged her knees to her chest, putting her feet in full display and as the center of attention.

“I want you to cover them in your cum. Show me how much you love my feet with your jizz. You come over both of them right this second, and there will be hell to pay if they are not completely saturated in your submissive juice.” – I really did not need telling twice. In an instant, I pulled out my cock and started to tug away, looking at how she twitched her beautiful toes and rotated her heels in order to make me long even more for their pleasure. I felt the build up inside me and started to moan as I appreciated just how perfect my night had been. I can tell you this much – as soon as I released my load, I knew that I would satisfy mistress Annie. There were buckets of my white paint that spurted all over her beautiful feet. If there was ever a cum-to-foot tribute competition, the load I unleashed would get a gold medal. I could tell that she was fully satisfied with my efforts as a slave, and she smiled nicely before inviting me to sit by her feet and watch the end of the movie.

Since then, every week or so I have had the pleasure of Annie’s foot fetish domination, and every week it has improved in terms of pleasure dramatically. I love my now fully developed foot fetish, and constantly get horny whenever I help women in the store try on new pairs of shoes!

By Dominatrix Draven