Worshipping Feet: My Foot Fetish Story And How It Started

Hello there. I’m Jonathon – I live in Portland, Oregon and one of the first things you should know about me is that I’m obsessed with feet. I’ve always loved the alternative side of sex, and when I heard that it was actually possible for me to indulge in my foot fantasy, I was instantly hooked. Out there in the world, there are plenty of women that love nothing more than to treat men like dirt and to have them adore and look after their feet. I’m a submissive guy, and quite like the idea of being a sexual slave to mistresses that know how to keep me in line.

It must have been about 7 months ago that I first started to seek open-minded ladies that practiced the kinkier side of bedroom experiences. Today I’m going to concentrate on recalling what happened the first time I ever had a dominatrix take control of me and have complete autonomy over my actions. While it was not initially supposed to be so focused on feet, we both realized rather quickly how attuned we were to submissive and dominant exchanges of foot fetish activity.

I met her at a bar a few weeks before going over to her apartment. Her name was Amanda, and she had a stunning pair of blue eyes that rested in the middle of a beautiful golden-hair clad face. Her smile was exquisite, and she was not the type of woman that you would initially think was into BDSM. We got talking about life and love and soon enough, she let it slip that being in control and taking command of a situation was her idea of a good sexual encounter. As a guy that was a little on the dry side, I was up for pretty much anything. We exchanged numbers and throughout the following few days, joked around about how she’d be my mistress and I’d be her slave. The messages were always full of humor and we both feigned a level of comedy about the whole thing, although we soon realized just how interested the other party was in experiencing the dynamic.

Anyway, as I said, a few weeks later she invited me over to her place and when she answered the door, I was I love. She was wearing a very fitting tight, red dress and had put up her hair, applied a wonderful layer of makeup and – I must say – looked immaculate. The one thing she was missing – shoes! I immediately picked up on it, and she explained that nothing matched. I knew that I would have to go out and buy her a pair of high heels that went with the dress she was wearing.

So we went shopping, and sure enough I was the person who, when we got to the cashier, handed over their credit card. They were $150, but seeing her perfect little feet in those high heels was going to be worth every cent. Back at her place, she put them on and asked me what I thought of them. Her legs looked great and her ass was pristine, although the feet themselves – it was so hard to concentrate, I became obsessed with how the little pinkies were sitting in the heel. I loved how clean and evenly colored the whole side of the foot was. Everything about Andrea’s feet were perfect, and I had no choice but to ask to get a little closer.

I think she realized that I was implying some foot fetish fun, because within seconds she demanded that I get down on my knees and proceed to lick the new shoes. I did as I was told, and I loved every minute of running my tongue across the new material.

“Do you like the taste? Do my feet smell beautiful in the new shoes you spent your money on?” – Andrea would constantly tease me with her words, making me feel inadequate for any other part of her body apart from that which was at the very bottom.

After being told to take them off, I did so and moved toward Andrea as she sat down on her sofa. Here, I was told to run my tongue over every single toe, and suck each one individually. While I did this, Andrea looked down on me – never smiling, just maintaining a sadistic smile that told me her being in charge was all that mattered. While I felt like the very lowest of the low, groveling on the floor, the fact that for once in my life I was being told what to do was incredibly refreshing. Having someone above me – commanding my every action. I felt inferior, but the rush was intense.

Soon enough, Andrea was sufficiently happy with the levels I had gone to in order to satisfy her feet. They were thoroughly cleaned with my tongue and now she wanted to give me a little bit of a reward. While she wasn’t going to do it herself, Andrea instructed me to pull out my member and masturbate. She explained that I would not be allowed to finish until she said I could – it was hard to handle the situation and keep my mind on the command, but I just about managed.

Then she said it.

“Okay, I want you to cum over my toes. Spray your load over my feet, now.” – She was deadly serious, and I was unable to handle the rush that ran throughout my body as those words hit my ears.

It must have been at least a 10 second buildup. The orgasm was coming, but the fact that I was about to cover this beautiful blonde’s toes in my sent tingles through my body. I then unleashed powerful pumps of my juice all over her perfect feet. She kept them there while the entire contents of my testicles were dumped over her toes, soles and arches. I was in heaven – the pleasure was almost too good.

I sat there for a good minute after, looking at what I had just done to Andrea. Then two simple words left her mouth:

“Eat it.” – Andrea was grinning.

By Dominatrix Draven

Fetish: Foot fetish