My Stocking Fetish

Ever since the first time I slipped my first pair of nylons on my feet and legs as a girl, I was totally enraptured by the sight, sound, and feel of nylon. Whenever I was alone I couldn't wait to slip my shoes off and run my stocking feet up and down my legs and rub my feet together. It just felt so delicious and made my pussy tingle. Growing up I noticed that some boys liked to watch me do this which made it all the more exciting!

I always wore stockings or pantyhose and constantly dipped my feet in and out of my shoes, and if someone was watching, all the better. As I grew into puberty I found myself having orgasms doing these things. As I became an adult I noticed how many men were captivated by my dangling shoes from my toes! I met lots of guys this way.

In fact this is how I met my husband; he was attracted to my dangling shoes and stocking feet and he admitted it right off the bat. That's why I married him. I admired his honesty and forthrightness.

My husband and I lived a happy and fulfilled life; having and raising a son. And then it ended abruptly...when he was killed in a plane crash!

Sean was fifteen then. Growing up I noticed he had a lot of his father's traits, especially his fetish for stocking feet. I always saw him looking at my feet as I always wore hose every day because it pleased his father and I still wear them because I enjoy them so much.

Of course, being our son, I had never thought of Sean in a sexual way and so his glances and stares had no effect on me. Now, after being lonely and alone for three years and his ascent into adulthood as a young man of eighteen, Sean's attraction to my stocking feet, in spite of my efforts to suppress it, triggered those old lustful feelings again.

I was working now, and Sean was attending a college in our city and living at home. We had finished dinner and the kitchen was cleaned up, and we both sat in the living room to watch some TV. Sean usually sat on the sofa facing the TV, and I usually sat in the recliner sort of between the sofa and the TV. I picked up a newspaper and sat in the recliner. I didn't push it back but kept one foot on the floor and crossed my right leg over my left. As I flipped through the pages I started rocking my foot to slowly dislodge the shoe from my heel. As I did so that delightful feeling spread over me starting at my feet and moving right up to my pussy. I glanced over at Sean from behind the paper and sure enough, he was not looking at the TV but staring right at my foot. I rocked my foot letting my shoe slowly slide down my instep and swing from my toes. Watching Sean watch my shoe dangle from my stocking foot brought back all those delicious feelings that I experienced all those years doing this very thing.

Thinking I was engrossed in the paper, Sean stretched his legs out in front of him, and interlocking his fingers placed his hands together over his hardening penis, he tried to rub it surreptitiously so as not to attract my attention or appear too blatant. As I watched him I let my dangling shoe fall off my foot which elicited a silent "oh" from his lips. As is my usual habit, I uncrossed my legs and rubbed my stocking foot up and down my other leg, then slipped off my other shoe and rubbed my stocking feet together. I then pushed back in the recliner, ejecting the leg rest and made myself comfortable with my shoeless stocking feet stretched out for Sean to gaze at.

I couldn't see him from behind the paper, but I could hear him slide onto the floor, and the next thing I know he reached up and tickled the bottom of my foot, which I quickly jerked away and squealed as he said.

"Are your feet ticklish mom?"

"Yes!" I said, "but if you promise not to tickle them you can rub them for me, I could really use a good foot rub".

"I think I can manage that", he said.

With that I laid my head back and closed my eyes while Sean deftly rubbed the soles of my feet, then his hands were all over my feet at once, rubbing my toes and instep, my arches...it was heavenly. He was bringing me right to the edge, but I didn't want him to know, so I controlled my reactions as best I could.

After a while I pretended to be asleep. Sean's breathing became more rapid and I knew he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. I felt his breath on my feet as he brought his face closer, then he pressed his face into the bottoms of my feet and slid his face up and down my feet. I had all I could do to keep my composure. I shifted my body slightly in "my sleep" to cover up the orgasm I was having. I could tell by the spasmodic movements of his face and hand on my feet that he was masturbating and his ejaculation helped to cover up my second orgasm!

Oh, that was so delicious. I only wish I could have shared it with him. I haven't been with another man since my husband died and I really miss the sex.

We were never religious as a family, but we were always socially proper and morally responsible. However, sometimes conditions in ones life cause ones physical and emotional needs to supercede ones moral judgement. Which is why, in my present frame of mind, I am not appalled by my own incestuous thoughts and desires. I would never seduce my son, but I would not hinder or object to his advances should he wish to pursue them.

I actually did fall asleep after that and was awakened by Sean's nudging to tell me he was going to bed and that I should do the same. I have no idea how many times he jerked off that evening to the sight and feel of my stocking feet.

This became pretty much a nightly ritual until one night, instead of sitting in the recliner, I asked Sean if he would mind if I lay on the couch with my feet in his lap so he could continue my foot rub.

"Perhaps that would be more comfortable for you", I said.

He agreed, and so I lay on my stomach and placed my feet in his lap with the bottoms of my stocking feet for him, (and me) to enjoy! It wasn't too long before I could feel his erection beneath my toes.

Again I feigned sleep after awhile and even faked a soft snore. When Sean was reasonably sure that I was asleep, I felt him get up and heard his pants drop to the floor. Then I felt him get back on the couch and I knew he was in a kneeling position as I felt his hard cock slide between the arches of my feet! Oh, that was so heavenly. I only wish I could see what he was doing or better yet I wish I could just turn over, lift my legs in the air, put my stocking feet in his face while he inserted his dick in my pussy. However, I didn't want to betray my consciousness, so I just reveled in the feeling of him fucking the soles of my stocking feet and enjoyed my own orgasm. 

This again became a nightly ritual. My favorite hose were Legg's Sheer Energy with reinforced toes. They are so silky and shiny and feel so delicious, they almost keep me in a constant state of arousal. They also have a cotton panel which can be cut out for easy access for my fingers or "whatever"! Since Sean and I have been indulging in out nightly "foot-fest", I always cut the panel out of my pantyhose, just in case, and I never wore panties while at home!

One night as he was attending to my stocking feet, he ran his hands up and down my legs and became so aroused that he kept right on going up under my dress. That's when he discovered my "crotch-less" pantyhose and missing panties!

It was as if he had discovered a hidden treasure. Well... he did! He was awe struck. He was hugging and caressing my nylon sheathed legs as usual. As he ran his hands up under my dress and over my buttocks he froze ... as his fingers felt skin!

"Oh my god', he thought. "All this delicious nylon with access to my Mother's pussy"! "She must be expecting me".

With that Sean shed all his clothes, lifted my dress over me and straddled my buttocks. I felt his huge hard-on slide up and down my crack and I started moaning and moving to allow him access to my cunt. I rose up on my knees and he entered my wet pussy from behind.

That was the beginning of our incestuous love affair. This became our "new" nightly ritual. I would lay on my back on the couch with my legs straight up in the air while Sean made love to my stocking feet and legs. Kneeling on the floor he would enter me. In this position I could easily rub my feet over his chest and face and we would fuck and fuck and fuck until we were completely exhausted.

Viva la hosiery!

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Foot fetish - Loving the Tutor's Feet

Edith Graham was in her senior year when she met Thomas Devine. She was a leggy blond with a nice looking face and a body to die for and was never short of dates or opportunities for sexual partners. She picked and chose among her suitors, discarding those who did not live up to her sexual demands and favoring those who did with her body, but not her love.

She had been tutoring since she was a freshman to pick up spending money to supplement the scholarships she held. One thing she did not want when she graduated was a large loan that she would have to retire. So far she had worked hard to avoid having to take out any loans.

Edith tutored in Government and Political Science, her two majors. Her intention was to go into some form of government work after she had earned a master's degree. She had been accepted by two prestigious graduate programs and was just waiting to see what levels of financial aid they offered her before deciding which one to accept.

Thomas Devine was a beginning freshman and knew he needed help if he was going to make it through to graduation. He had graduated first in his class from a small high school and was admitted to The State University because of a law that said all who graduated in the top five percent of their graduating high school class could go to The State University. He knew though that the competition at the University was stiff and he needed all the help he could get.

He signed up to be tutored in his intro poly sci course and was stunned when he went to his first tutoring session. Edith was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his eighteen years. 

Edith sized him up as a bright but unlearned young man who would benefit greatly from tutoring. Some of her tutees had been dullards and not worth her time and she had told them that when she dropped them. Besides, Tommy, as she thought of him, was kinda cute.

She had admitted him when he knocked and shook his hand as she introduced herself. As usual, she put the Tutoring sign on the outside doorknob and locked the door. She hated being interrupted when she was tutoring. 

Tommy sat in the chair placed in the front of the desk in the small room used by the tutors

Edith sat on the edge of the desk facing him. She gave him a list of assignments he was to prepare to discuss each session, culled from the syllabus of the intro course. As she spoke to him, outlining how they would proceed this semester she unconsciously swung her free leg back and forth, like a pendulum, her other foot resting on the floor.

Tommy tried to look at Edith's face but her swinging foot and shapely legs and thighs kept distracting him. His eyes dated from her face to her body to her legs and to her feet and tended to settle on her feet.

Edith wore a typical coed outfit; short skirt, short sleeved blouse, pantyhose and shoes. This day she had opted to wear a pair of open toed shoes because she had polished her toes the night before in preparation for a date she had that night.

Her pussy pulsed when she saw the way Tommy's eyes kept returning to her feet. She had taken a number of psych courses along the way and one had a section on deviant behavior, including fetishes. Tommy fit the profile of a person with a foot fetish.

She licked her lips excitedly, wondering if Tommy knew of his fetish.

He did and it tore him up. He had become aware of it this past summer when his sister came home from a summer abroad, bringing with her a cute Spanish girl.

The three of them would swim in the family pool and rest in the shade of the many trees that surrounded the yard. Their parents forbade them to sunbathe, telling hem that they were not going to have their children suffer from skin cancer.

One afternoon the girls were preparing for dates they had that night. Both of them polished their toe nails and fingernails. Tommy sat next to them watching. He could not take his eyes off the feet of the Spanish girl, Monica. They were small and dainty and he felt himself get hard looking at Monica apply the polish.

Monica, wise beyond her years in all things sexual, was aware of the attention Tommy was giving her feet. She saw his cock harden in his pants. Her pussy pulsed as she thought of ways to make use of his foot fetish, for she was sure Tommy was a foot worshiper. He may not be aware of it, but he is, she told herself. What a rush it would be to have him love her feet.

The next day Tommy's mother and sister went shopping. Monica opted to stay home. She wanted to be alone with Tommy. She dressed in her skimpiest bikini bathing suit and went out to the side yard and lay on a lounge chair that had been opened up like a bed and closed her eyes. Tommy, she knew would be by her side soon.

She was not disappointed. Tommy came out of the house and looked around casually, pretending to not know she was there. "Hi, Monica. I though you went with Mom and Sis."

Monica smiled and waved to him. "No. I did not want to go shopping. I just wanted to lie around." She patted the grass near her legs and asked Tommy to sit with her.

Tommy stared at her naked feet, painted toes, and then up her sexy legs to her tiny bikini panties which barely covered her pussy lips. His cock tented his shorts as he stared at her body.

He walked over and sat on the grass near her chair, his eyes on her feet. 

Monica raised her leg and looked at her foot. "Do you like the polish on my toenails, Tommy?"

He swallowed and stared at the bright red nails, his cock throbbing in his shorts. "They are very pretty."

Tommy did not know what was happening to him. All he knew was that he wanted to take Monica's foot in his hands and kiss and lick and suck on it and then her pussy. His body was trembling slightly as he stared at Monica's foot.

"Oh, just pretty? Don't you just love them, Tommy? Look at it and tell me it is not the prettiest foot you have ever seen." Monica pouted and raised her leg and put her foot close to his face.

Her foot so close to his mouth sent Tommy over the edge. His latent hunger to worship feet took over. He put his hands on her foot and drew it to his mouth, kissing her toes lightly.

Monica almost creamed when he did this. She was experienced sexually but nothing prepared her for the feel of a man's mouth kissing her foot. And when Tommy began to suck on her toes she felt her pussy sending a stream of her juice down her vagina. She closed her eyes and laid her head back; loving the sensations Tommy was creating.

Tommy did not disappoint her. He licked and sucked he toes and foot and then began to lick and kiss and suck his way up her legs to her crotch. When he got his head between her thighs Monica decided she would not take any chances that he would not love her pussy as he did her feet.

She put one hand to the back of his head and pulled his mouth forward while her other hand unfastened her bikini panties to expose her hot pussy. Before Tommy was really aware of what had happened he found his mouth for the first time pressed to a real, live, warm, wet pussy.

"Love my pussy the way you love my feet, Tommy. Make me orgasm. I'll fill your mouth with my cum."

And Tommy did. He kissed and licked and sucked at her pussy and clit until Monica orgasmed and she had a copious flow of hot cum that Tommy lapped up and drank down.

He spent many an hour worshiping Monica's feet and pussy and was very sad when Monica left for Spain. Now he was looking at another pair of beautiful shoes and feet and knew he was lost. He had hoped that when Monica left he would get over his love for feet and shoes but the sight of Edith's swinging foot sent him backward to the days of loving Monica.

Edith's voice shook him out of his reverie. "You OK, Tommy?"

Tommy looked up at her face and shook his head. "May I kiss your shoes and feet, Edith?"

Edith was stunned at the suddenness of Tommy's surrender to his fetish impulse. She had anticipated spending time getting Tommy to reveal his compulsion and to get him where she wanted him, his head between her thighs, after a suitable period of foot and shoe worshiping, of course.

"If that is what you want, Tommy, but you have to promise me you will do the work I have assigned."

Tommy nodded and then sat on the floor in front of her and took one of her feet in his hands. He carefully kissed and licked at her foot and shoe and then took the shoe off and kissed and licked and sucked on her nylon clad feet.

Slowly, with practiced care, he worked his way up her svelte legs to her crotch. He planted kisses on her panties and asked Edith to take off her undergarments so he could lover her pussy.

Edith was more than glad to comply and soon Tommy's mouth and tongue were at work on her hot pussy.

They spent the semester that way. Tommy would at the beginning of the\tutoring session recite his lesson for the day and then he would love her feet and pussy until the hour was over. He never asked to fuck Edith, being satisfied to worship her body with his mouth and tongue.

Tommy graduated high in his class and took a job with a large corporation. His first supervisor was a woman not much older than him. He fell in love with her feet and she fell in love with him.

After a suitable courtship they married and produced two children, neither of which had a fetish of any kind, which made Tommy and his wife happy because they knew how easy it was to exploit a person's fetish.

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Footjobs

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My John Has a Foot Fetish

Al has the perfect job to satisfy his foot fetish.

My name is Linda and I'm a prostitute. One of my regular clients is Al, the owner of Al's Shoe Store downtown. Al has a foot fetish.

Much in the way that a Yogi has been able to transform himself from living a solitary, spiritual lifestyle by practicing meditation in a way that translates the benefits of meditation and to allow him to recruit followers that will pay him to meditate with him, Al has managed to do the same. Because of his lower overhead and his higher need for women's feet than for their money, he sells discounted women's shoes, cheaper than those shoes found at the higher priced stores at the mall. Instead of being deemed weird and perverted, Al has managed to combine his occupation and his business with his pleasure and fetish, namely his fetish for women's feet and women's shoes.

Confining the uncontrollable urges he has to touch, fondle, and caress a woman's foot, he limits his touching to the back of her ankle. As if holding a priceless, breakable object, slowly and delicately, he removes her shoe, while holding her foot in place, before putting on the new shoe she selected. He's confessed to me that, while making it appear inadvertent, sometimes, he touches her toes on the pretense of fixing her sock or hose in readiness to fit and try on the new shoe.

For the women not wearing any socks, nylons, or pantyhose, as a matter of hygiene, he even goes so far as the put those little white socks on their feet and remove them from their feet when they are done trying on shoes. The women think that it's part and parcel of his personal service, but putting on and removing their white sock, gives him a valid excuse to touch their feet. He's practiced his foot fetish to such a high level of deception that no one would suspect him of having such a fetish.

Even though most women are unsuspecting of Al's foot fetish, Al has a decidedly different attraction and reaction to different women and their feet. Much like everyone else who doesn't have a foot fetish, he's attracted to beautiful woman. Alas, ignoring all the other good body parts, he's only interested in their feet. And they must have beautiful feet to maintain his interest and arouse more than his curiosity. 

Watching him removing a woman's shoe is like watching a florist arranging a delicate flower in place or a concert violinist readying his instrument before playing his solo piece. You can tell he loves his job and few would guess that he has a fetish for feet. If anything they'd say he was a dedicated and solicitous shoe salesman intent on giving the best personal service possible. 

Giving her feet all of his attention in the way of a podiatrist, he gently removes her shoe while staring at her feet, focusing on every curve, and concentrating on each delicate bone. Then, he leaves her foot uncovered, while he fetches the shoes she selected from the stockroom. Once back, he fits the new shoe in the way that Prince Charming would fit Cinderella with the glass slipper.

"How does that fit?"

"Perfect. I love these shoes."

"They are the perfect shoes for you, aren't they? And this is your lucky day, they are on sale."

"I'll take them."

"The second pair is half priced," he tells them hoping to spend even more time with their feet.

"Sure, okay. That's great. I could use another pair of shoes."

Even what she's wearing adds to his enjoyment of his foot fetish. He prefers naked feet, of course, but women wearing nylons, rare today, are higher up on his list than women wearing pantyhose. If they must wear pantyhose, he prefers the nude colored pantyhose, so that he can better see their toes. 

Speaking of toes, he loves sucking toes. He finds toes as erotic as a woman having ten clitorises. Can you imagine the delight he has in thinking of ten little toes as ten giant clitorises?

It's sometimes difficult for him to do his job and run his business without having his dose of women's feet. While alone in the stockroom searching for their shoe size, he often fantasizes and imagines having his way with their feet, which is why he comes to see me. There within the safety and privacy of a hotel room, he can finally play out his foot fetish fantasies without ridicule and without judgment.

"I got it," he says as if he's found the perfect panty in Victoria's Secrets store. "I found your size. Let's see if the shoe fits," he says taking her foot in hand and servicing his fantasy, as well as his store profit.

After a long week of controlling his sexual urges to have his sordid way with women's feet, it's when he's with me that he lets his inhibitions and his lust for my feet go wild. His time spent with me and my feet is his foot fetish drug that helps him make it through another week without losing his mind and touching women's feet in the way that he would want. If it was up to him, before sucking their toes, he'd caress, massage, and lick nearly every woman's foot that walked through his door and that he came in contact.

He fantasizes giving foot baths, one of his favorite things to do. He'd work in a salon giving pedicures, but there's not enough women who want pedicures and there's not enough money in that line of business for him to make a living. Besides, unless the woman was an exhibitionist and only there to flash him her panties or more, women would rather have another woman giving them a pedicure. His next best thing, one that allows him the enjoyment of his fetish for feet, while earning a good living, is to run and operate his little shoe store.

If it wasn't for me satisfying his foot fetish urges and giving him what he wants and what he needs, free albeit paid for access to my feet, he would not be able to control his urges for women's feet and women's shoes. Al would, no doubt, go crazy and sexually assault women's feet in the way that other men sexually assault the other parts of women's bodies, their asses, their tits, and their pussies. It's because of me and the time spent adoring my feet that he is still able to work as a women's shoe salesman and own a successful shoe store. By allowing his pot not to boil over, I let out some of his steam.

By the time he's done with his working week, helping women on and off with their shoes, he's so sexually charged that he can't wait to come see me each Sunday, the only day his store is not open. Whenever Al visits me, he brings me a selection of shoes for me to wear and to model for him. From flip flops, to sandals, to dressy evening shoes, to mules, to slippers, to high heels, to pumps, to stilettos, to flats, to open toed shoes, to athletic shoes, and to boots, he allows me to pick the pair that I'd like to keep, before returning the rest to his store, until next time when he brings another selection that he'd like to see me model.

"Oh, Al, I just love these boots. May I keep them?"

"They are yours to keep, Linda."

"Thank you, Al."

"It's my pleasure, Linda."

And he's not kidding when he said it was his pleasure because it is his pleasure that makes him feel the need to see me model his shoes.

I have a good thing going with Al. He pays me $200 a hour to wash, touch, kiss, lick, massage, and caress my feet. Then, when he's in the mood and if he has the time, he pays me another $100 to give me a pedicure and to paint my toes. Something that I would have to do myself or pay for at the spa anyway, he pays me to have him do it.

Sometimes, it's nearly as enjoyable for me than it is for him. Between the massages, the pedicures, the free shoes, and the money he pays for my services, I wish all my clients were as easy and as enjoyable as Al. I dare say, if that is all a woman had to do, model shoes while a man doted on her feet and then gave her the shoes to keep, along with some money and without ever having to remove her clothes and have sex with him, more women would become prostitutes.

Having him worship my feet and paint my toes is a win/win situation for me. He never wants me to touch him sexually, nor does he want to touch me sexually anywhere, other than my feet. He just wants my feet. By the time he's done paying homage and giving my feet his devotion, I'm so relaxed and a couple hundred dollars richer. 

I've been with other men who have a foot fetish, but Al is the only man I've been with who is only interested in that one part of my body, my feet. Other men touch and caress my feet and lick and suck my toes, before, after, and during having sexual intercourse with me, but not Al. With him, it's just about my feet and him wanting me to model his shoes. He is a true devotee to women's feet.

Fortunately for me, Al loves my feet. He says my feet are perfect. The most beautiful feet he's ever seen. They aren't too big and they aren't too small and he likes the fact that my feet are so soft and smooth and don't have any bunions and/or calluses. He loves kissing and sucking on my perfect little toes.

Because Al is so into my feet and willing to pay whatever I ask him to pay for the pure pleasure of being intimate with my toes, I take care of my feet with regular warm foot baths to keep them soft and free of any imperfections. I take a size 7 1/2 shoe. To be honest, I particularly like it when he sucks my toes and when he sticks his tongue in between my toes, it feels good in a weird way.

Yeah, sure it tickles a little when he touches and licks my feet, especially when he sucks my toes, but it feels good, too, in a sexually sensual and seductive way. I mean, I never get aroused in the way he does, which is why I don't understand him not wanting to have sex with me. I imagine he has sex with himself later, while thinking about touching my feet and licking and sucking my toes and that thought makes me want to tease him more by wiggling my toes.

To be honest, if I never had my feet licked and my toes sucked again, I wouldn't miss it. I would miss the foot massages, though. I enjoy those. And the pedicure is a nice luxury, too, especially since I don't have to pay for those. Not to mention, I enjoy all of those free shoes, along with the money he pays me for the pleasure of being so intimate with my feet.

The shoes are an added bonus that gives me more to look forward to, whenever he visits. Like a weekly Christmas on a Sunday morning, women can't have enough shoes, especially when they are free, no strings attached gift or in my case, attached strings are my business. My attached strings are sex for money. Pay me.

When I think more about it, if he were to tire of me and my feet and find another woman's feet to worship, I'd miss Al. I'm not ashamed to admit, for me, the real treat is when he massages my feet. Maybe because he enjoys it so, but he's a master foot massager. In the way that I love his foot massages, maybe I have a foot fetish, too, in that regard. I flash him my panty when he raises my leg, but he's not interested in my panty and/or in my pussy. He's only interested in my feet and in me modeling his shoes.

He's ravenous for my feet. He can't get enough of my feet. He wants my feet. He needs my feet. He loves my feet.

He even had a photographer photograph my feet. He had me wear a selection of his shoes as his advertising campaign. I modeled a dozen different types of shoes and he had the photos blown up and hung around his store. Now, he has something to look at, my feet wearing his shoes on his wall. A photo shoot that only took 4 hours, he paid me $1,200 for the pleasure and I got to keep all twelve pair of shoes.

He's the only guy I know with a foot fetish who doesn't want to see me put on stockings. I find that weird. Most foot fetish guys I've been with enjoy everything that has to do with feet, while having sex, especially while having sex. Not Al. Al isn't interested in the sex, just my feet. 

Maybe because he owns a shoe store and has seen and touched thousands of women's feet, he's more of a specialist, one with a refined foot fetish. It's just about my feet with him. With him it's not about my legs, or my stockings, or even having sex with me. He's just mad for my naked feet.

The first time he was with me, nearly two years ago, he was so crazy for my feet that he couldn't control himself. As soon as he saw my naked feet, he pulled out his cock and ejaculated all over them. That was the only time he did that, lost control over his senses and over my feet in that way.

When he did that, and in the way that he acted with the crazed look on his face, he frightened me. I told him that would be extra for the pleasure of masturbating on my feet and he paid me $500. Then, he spent the remainder of our time together washing his cum off my feet, while worshiping my feet. Ever since that first time, he started bringing me shoes. Maybe afraid that I wouldn't service him again, the free shoes was his weekly apology for going overboard, but he was truly taken with my feet.

Normal in every other way, other than the foot and shoe fetish that he has and that controls his desire and confines his lust, I like Al. He's good to me and I never have to buy shoes.

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Girlfriends foot stink

I call up my girlfriend it was a Saturday night I was bored, what else could I do? But it was a mistake (not really)…the first thing out of her mouth was want to play truths? I said yeah sure no problem she started are you in love with me "yes" I said I asked her, would you give me a blow "yes" she said she then asked do you have any fetishes? I said I love feet she started to laugh and said I now have that recorded and I will tell the whole school if you don't come round to my house tomorrow. I could have sworn she said something about slave to me just before she hung up. That night I was so scared I could not sleep what was she going to do to me? Finally the next day came, I went straight to her house and knocked on the door. She answered the door wearing thigh high leather boots and nothing else and holding a ball gag and some rope she grabbed me and tied my arms behind my back and tied my legs she brought me to the TV room and said listen Matthew your going to be my slave and do whatever I say, got it slave!!! Or I’m going to let the whole school hear your confession about having a foot fetish. UNDERSTOOD? Yes mistress she then shoved the gag in my mouth and laughed. Now your going to suffer, you like feet right? Yes...well mine might be just what you had in mind.

My girlfriend is my mistress I’m her smelly foot slave, she got up and left me with the choice of licking her toe jam or eating and smelling her ass, she came back and said well slave I was speechless she decided to force me to opened my mouth and shoved her toes in, my tongue cleaned her toe jam I couldn’t stop it I was trying to scream but it only made it worse I had to taste her feet and the other foot was over my nose so I had to smell the foot order I laid there for 10 minutes licking her stinky feet and I hated it she then kicked me and took her feet away and laughed she put her nylons over my head and bent me over and tied me up she walked out of the room and came back with a dildo I started to scream no, no please babe no she said I’m not your babe I’m your mistress slave she opened my ass cheeks and BAM no lube what so ever she shoved her 12 inch rubber cock up my ass I screamed out and she pumped my ass and I started to get a hard on she laughed and commented ha, does my little slave sissy like my big cock? well take it take it up your little ass, I came like I never had before, right over me and into her face and in her mouth and everywhere. She did not like this so since it was the weekend she made me sleep over and put me on her table and fucked me with all her dildos. Then I sucked her off, then I put her to sleep by sucking all of her toes before I fell a sleep she hogtied me and put a but plug in my ass and I dildo in my mouth so I had every hole filled my torture had just began.

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The Cheerleader foot worship

I am not most popular kid in school but I am friends with all of the varsity cheerleaders. There is a group of them that are better than everyone they are Kim, Sarah, Ashlee, Carrie, and Sammy. Everyon in the school wants to be like them. Me having a foot fetish love there feet I would masturbate to the thought of there feet every night.

So I would sleep over there house every so often with a bunch of other guys. The one time I was in Carries room alone and saw an old pair of flats laying in the garbage. I grabed them and put them in my car. Over all of these sleep overs I have collected many shoes, pantyhose, and socks. My favorite was a pair of black heels I stole from Kim. I would smell them everynight and masturbate.

The one night I got a call from Ashlee saying that they wanted to come over for a little bit. About twenty min later they were here. I show them up to my room where they make theme selves at home. Ashlee is broswing through my room and opens a top shelf of my closet. I hear "O My God girls look at this." She pulls out a couple pairs of pantyhose. They all start laughing and ask me what they are for. As I blush I say "they are my girlfriends". Then she finds the shoes and says "Guess these are your girlfriends to huh?" Just as i was about to speak Kim interupts me "You little... These are my heels that i lost about 3 weeks ago." I was trying to explain but i just cracked and told them about my foot fetish and showed them everything. They all got quiet and huddled up.

Next thing i know i have pantyhose wrapped around my neck choking me. It was Sammy. She tied me down to my bed and stuck a pair of her worn socks in my mouth and said "Shut up bitch" I cant move or talk now im in trouble. They take turns forcing me to smell there feet and smacking my in the face with there flats that they where wearing.fianly sammy took her sock out of my mouth but only to have put her feet in my mouth and said "Clean bitch clean them now." Each girl got there feet cleaned and there shoes as well. Sarah went first she had on black flats no socks they were smelly. Sammy was next she had on a pair ot white flats wich took a long time to clean but i got the job done. Then came ashlee who had on a pair of yellow heels she made me suck the heel for at least 15 min. Next the ring leader carrie she had on black heels with black pantyhose. I spent a while cleaning them because i wanted to please her. Finaly kims turn came she sat down on my chest put her heels up to my face and made me beg to suck her heel and clean them. I didnt at first so she grabbed my balls and squeezed and threatened to make it worse. I started begging while Carrie video taped. " Please please Kim let me suck your heel i want to clean your feet and shoes for you because you deserve to walk on clean heels I am sorry for stealing all of your girls belonging but I am just in love with your.." Kim cuts me off with shoving her heel in my mouth " Love what my feet yea we know you pathetic little Bitch we were able to tell the way you didnt complain to do anything we asked and how you stole all of our stuff."

They all got up Kim took her heels back Sammy put a pantyhose in my mouth tied one of Carries old flats to my nose and left me there while they went to go eat. Kim said "If you ever see me wearing these in school you have to get down and kiss them Bitch ans tell everyone that walks by that you are my foot Bitch." As they walked out my door Ashlee said dont go anywhere we will be back and Carrie laughs and says o wait he cant. They all walk out of my room laughing.

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Ashleys very smelly feet

I've always enjoyed pretty womens feet. I especially love the smell. The girls I've been with, however, didn't have very smelly feet. All have been very beautiful, with soft, pretty and well pedicured feet. One girl only produced a very faint foot scent, and only if she wore shoes all day long. Another didn't have any at all; she could wear sneakers without socks for a few days and all you would smell would be the material of her shoe.

Others had a stronger scent, but I still found them underwhelming. Then I met my girlfriend of now two years, we'll call her Ashley. Ashley is 23, a petite brunette, with beautiful blue eyes, and a fit tan figure. Nice handful sized breasts, and flawless, size 5, absolutely baby soft little feet. She usually has dark painted toenails, and her feet have never once had a callus or imperfection. When I first revealed my foot fetish, she was a bit shy about her feet, but willing to explore. She has the smallest feet I've encountered, and probably the prettiest, but nonetheless she was self-conscious of them at first. After a while, she grew comfortable. But I had only played with them right after she washed them. So I then revealed that not only do I love womens feet, but their smell to. Again she was a bit self-conscious, but willing.

The first day I was going to play with her feet without her washing them first she had worn her sneakers and socks for a couple of hours out shopping with friends. I wasn't expecting much, honestly, her cute girlish stature and feet so small, soft and perfect looking led me to believe I'd take off her shoes and socks to find her feet completely odorless. I was quite wrong; her feet had a very nice and noticeable scent, probably equally as strong as the previous smelliest feet I'd experienced. However, that girl had worn sneakers without socks for two days, not sneakers and socks for a couple hours.

After this I couldn't wait to find out just how smelly her feet could get. After experience the scent from a few hours in sneakers and socks, I wondered what a day in flats would be like, or right after a workout?

After some reassurance, I got my chance to find out. A few days later, she agreed to wear sneakers, with no socks all day long. She had her morning jog in them before I picked her up that day, we then spent the day a theme park riding roller coasters, and it was in the mid 90 degrees fahrenheit, so I knew her feet were getting nice and sweaty with no socks on. Anyway after going to see a movie after the theme park, we headed to my place. By this point it was 9:30 in the evening, and she had been wearing her sockless sneakers for over 13 hours.

She then went and had a good hard 35-minute workout on my elliptical machine. Then she came back upstairs, and it was time. I couldn't wait to take off her shoes. I asked her to lay back on the couch, her ankles on the arm rest.

I slipped off her left shoe and noticed how nice her sole looked. The outside, heel and ball of her foot was a pinkish red color from being hot and sweating in the shoe so long, while her arch contrasted this with a lighter color. I also noticed the scent right away. It was very strong and noticeable, even though I hadn't yet put her foot on my face. I don't agree with descriptions of girls feet as smelling like vinegar, I wouldn't use a food comparison to describe them really, because there isn't anything quite like it, but I suppose the closest would be a combination of popcorn, salty french fries and corn chips. And I've found a womans feet to always have a feminine scent, like you just KNOW that you're smelling a womans feet, even if you had your eyes closed. I couldn't wait to bury my nose in between her sweaty little toes and experience the full force of her foot scent, but I wanted to build up to that, and tease myself.

I first ran my hands over her sole, it was very warm, and damp and sticky with sweat. I've always like comparing my hand to her foot, if I have the tip of my middle finger at the end of her big toe, the bottom of my hand is equal with her heel.

Then I brought her foot up to my face, and licked slowly from her heel, up her arch, and over her big toe. The taste was slightly salty, and with my nose this close her intense foot smell filled my nostrils.

I licked up the other side, to make sure I'd covered every inch of her sole. Then I turned my attention to her toes, which were painted a very dark red that day. I sucked her big toe, then spread it away from the other, running my tongue in the crevasse between. I repeated this, licking between each toe on her left foot.

During all this she had been trying her best not to giggle; she's very ticklish. She asked if I was enjoying it, if they were too smelly, if she should wash them etc. Again I reassured her, then turned my attention to her still shod right foot.

I wanted to really enjoy the strong scent she had worked so hard to produce for me, so I slipped off her shoe, revealing her right foot to be just as hot and sweaty as it's twin. With just a seconds pause of anticipation to admire the feminine beauty of her soft, curvy foot, I spread her toes apart, and buried my nose between her big toe and first toe, pressing it hard into the skin between her toes. I emptied my lungs and closed my mouth, then inhaled deeply. The scent that was strong from a few feet away was amazing like this. It was so amazing, a wonderfully sexy, feminine, unbelievably strong, impossibly intense scent that made my sinuses tingle, my eyes almost water and my cock become rock hard.

I sniffed between each of her toes, savoring the scent. Had someone told me before meeting Ashley that there were women who could get their feet THIS smelly, I don't think I would've believed it.

Finally after sniffing and licking both her feet for quite a while, I undressed the rest of her, and we had great, passionate sex. When I went down the hall to get a condom, I noticed on the way back that I could smell her feet from about 10 feet away. Amazing. Later her perfect tight pussy conspired with her toes. I shot one of my biggest loads deep in her pussy, with her intensely smelly feet on my face.

Ashley now gets her feet nice and smelly for me on a regular basis. Recently she even suggested that she could wrap her feet in plastic, to seal in the scent, and wear them in her sneakers for a day or two. Honestly, with as smelly as she can get them in her sneakers, I can't imagine how it'd be after being wrapped in plastic lol. Don't know if I could handle it, but I'll give it a try.

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Foot fetish Stories - A Chinese girl

It's a story that happened to me when I was with my friends on a trip to China.

I'd always had a thing for feet, but not much luck before what happened in China. I kissed and smelled feet of only one girl before - my current girlfriend. The problem is, her feet are quite ugly and although she takes pretty good care of them, I'm not attracted to them. So my foot fetish is fulfilled only in my dreams. No wonder then that before I came to China I dreamt that maybe I'd have some luck this time with a Chinese girl... I didn't plan on anything, I just dreamt about that.

But dreams sometimes come true.

We arrived in Canton. I had this idea that it's going to be really hot in there, as it is in subtropics, but it was winter, so to my dismay practically no girl wore sandals nor flipflops. I was even more dismayed seeing how pretty those girl are. I mean, faces is one thing, but practically all were incredibly slim and sexy. I spent more time looking at them and imagining that I could smell their feet than actually looking at the city itself.

And then the big day happened. We boarded the train to Shanghai. It's an overnight journey, so we took sleepers. The carriages are long and doorless, so the bunk beds are practically in the corridor, six beds in every compartment. I got the bed right under the ceiling, so I was rather uncomfortable and in the evening I spenT more time on a folded chair in the corridor than in the bed.

The carriage was full of Chinese of both sexes and all ages. I was tired and I didn't really take much notice of the people around me. Then the lights were switched off and we went to sleep.

But with the ceiling right above me, air conditioning humming straight into my ear and the light from the passageway straight into my eyes, I could hardly sleep. Eventually, tired and angry I climbed down. It was about 4 or 5 AM. I sat down on the folded chair and was about to start thinking dark thoughts when suddenly I saw it.

I saw a foot.

Right in front of me, in the light from the passegeway a couple of metres away, on the bottom bed, I saw a small, shapely, deliciously pink-orange foot.

My heart started beating hard. I couldn't believe my eyes. This foot was right there, two feet - excuse the pun - away. I could see the cute, perfectly shaped toes, rounded ball of the foot, a high arch, slightly darker heel. This foot seemed there for me to worship, right there, right then...

I looked around. There was just one man sitting in the other end of the carriage, and I was not sure if he was looking. Apart from that, the carriage was soundly asleep.

It was totally possible for me to just bend forward and smell this wonder of a foot... I felt I had to do that before it's too late.

But whose was it?

Many Chinese woman who are not so pleasing facially have slender and shapely bodies. Their feet could also be misleadingly small. There was not enough light for me to be completely certain of the age. I didn't want to end up smelling a foot of some ugly, wrinkled-faced middle-aged unpleasant woman - and believe me, middle-age Chinese women can be really unpleasant, with their shouting and general attitude.

I pulled myself together and started thinking. Who might be in this bed there? I tried to recreate in my mind what I saw before going to sleep. I looked around to revive my memory and then I remembered.

It was a girl, no doubt about that. When we got on the train, she was

already in bed, sitting with the quilt over her legs. I remember that she had long and curly hair, not exactly dark. That's quite unusual in China, where most women have dark straight hair, but young people seem to like experimenting with hair. Whether she was actually pretty, I couldn't remember, so she was probably rather average looking. If she was really pretty or ugly, I'd probably remember.

Averare-looking is good, especially when the foot is nice. I had no more doubts - and even if I had, my hard-on would persuade me. I made my choice.

I know it sounds as if I spent ages pondering this and that, but actually it was seconds.

I bent forward, pretending I was doing up my shoelaces, put my nose between these cute toes and smelled hard.

OMG, that was beyond words. For the first time in my life I actually smelled feet that attracted me. It was exactly the way I like - her feet were warm from sleep and clean and they had this subtle, bodily smell which I adore. I could spend hours just breathing in this smell, savouring it. I was in heaven that for so long I had only imagined myself in.

But then something stirred. No, not her. She didn't move an inch. But I heard passengers starting to wake up. We probably approached some station and the conductor would soon walk through the carriage waking people up. I moved my lips up to kiss her toes - they were pleasantly warm and smooth - and sat back as if nothing happened.

I could still smell her feet, so deeply had this smell burnt into my memory, but I felt it's not enough. There were still so many things I could do with these feet. I could satisfy my every fetish desire with this one small foot. Now, to be honest, I have always been most attracted to the smell and toe-kissing, but now, looking at those perfectly shaped toes I felt the sudden urge to suck on them as never before. I looked around. The carriage was still again so there was a chance.

I bent forward, open my mouth and put her big toe into my mouth.

My heart was beating like crazy. I felt her warm body in my mouth, I was tasting the saltiness on my tongue, I could feel her toenail against my palate. I AM SUCKING ON A CHINESE GIRL'S BIG TOE kept flashing in my mind. I did this. I was sucking on her toe, worshipping her foot...

It was even better than the smelling. I had no idea it could taste so

delicious. And I had no idea it would be so inspiring emotionally and

intelectually. There was a Chinese girl and me, a Western male, and I was sticking her big toe into my mouth...

But then the carriage stirred again. I sat back just in time, because the passengers started getting up. In less than a minute there were people in the corridor, moving aroung. My chance was gone.

But I still sat there, staring at the foot and imprinting the image into my mind forever. By the time my friends got up, she had already hid her foot under the quilt, but was still sleeping. And I had the image of her foot stored forever in my memory, alongside the smell, the touch and the taste.

Eventually, most of the carriage was up. She woke up, started moving under the quilt. I waited impatient and slightly nervous to see her face. Was she really an OK-looking girl? Maybe I made a mistake and sucked on some ugly old bat's foot instead?

It was still half dark in the carriage when she woke up. She raised her head. I saw the curly brownish hair and I knew I had been right. She sat up, still nor quite revealing her face, and started putting on grey socks. My hard-on, which was already full in force, managed to put up 10 percent more on the sight of this. I knew this was the last time I would see her feet. Then she put on black knee-high shoes and stood up, took something from the table and faced me.

My nuts could burst at this moment.

She wasn't ugly, that's for sure. She wasn't stunningly beautiful either, but she was really pretty. In her tightly fitting jeans and striped top she was also very sexy. She passed me with a toothbrush and went to the washroom. I looked at her walking and saw a figure so perfect that I almost died of the desire to embrace her from behind, kiss the back of her neck and take her...

When she was away I looked at her stuff. My arousal increased even further. I saw a school backpack on the table and some books. So she was a student, and judging by her looks, she must have been no more than eighteen.

She came back and went to bed again. I looked at her. She travelled from Canton to Shanghai, both sophisticated cities, and with her hair and clothes she seemed to belong to this section of Chinese youth who are open and modern thinking. She also didn't seem particularly struck seeing a bunch of foreigners, so she must have been growing up in an open society, had forein English teachers and so on.

I would go to jerk off in the toilet right away, but Chinese train toliets are incredibly offputting, so I had to wait until much later. We were supposed to get off at the next station. She wasn't packing up, so she was clearly going to Shanghai or around. When we were packing up, I cast her glances, to remember her better. I toyed with the idea of dropping a note into her backpack saying something like 'I kissed your feet, thank you', but it proved impossible with all the people around and her right at her things. So when we finally got off, I knew she would never know that a Westerner sucked on her toes

and in this way fulfilled his life long fantasy. I wonder what she would do knowing that. I know that the fact that - let me repeat - I sucked on a pretty Chinese teenage girl's big toe made me a happy man.

The consequences of what happened on this train were far reaching. I took much bigger interest than before in Asian women's feet. And I decided that I have to find a girl/women - not necessarily Asian - whose feet I could worship. Life is too short not to fulfill one's desires.

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