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It's funny. Most of my favorite moments involving pantyhose don't involve sex. They're more about the sensations, and the erotic art of exploration. Don't get me wrong, sex is often a consequence of these explorations, but never an initial destination. There's just something wonderfully right about interacting with feet in pantyhose.
This next story is from a few years after my divorce. I'd fully embraced the fact that I liked girls, and plunged headlong into this new life. I wasn't in a relationship at the time, mostly just meeting girls in bars, casual flings, exploring my needs and my desires.
One thing that I realized early on was that I had a kinky side. I knew I liked feet and nylons, but I also had a craving to dominate. But I always got nervous about approaching the subject with girls I seduced. I wasn't big into the internet back then, so meeting like minded women wasn't easy. In the end, a friend, whom I knew to be kinky, had an idea - try-before-you-buy, he called it, but getting a hooker was what he meant!
He even gave me a number of a friend of his in Vegas, high class girls, very discrete, caters for all tastes. So I booked myself some time off work and went on vacation.
I distinctly remember the telephone call. I was nervous as hell, and I remember feeling as though I was ordering from a chinese restaurant!
"I'd like a girl please... quite young, brunette, submissive... oh, and she must be wearing pantyhose. Sheer, black pantyhose, and heels." I half expected the pleasant sounding woman on the other end to ask if I wanted fries with that! Instead, she simply took down my requirements and asked what time I would like her. The ease with which it happened stunned me.
After hanging up, I sat on the bed and went over what I wanted to happen. I had a fantasy in my mind, a vague, unformed collection of desires and needs that had not yet refined into the perfectly sculpted selection of kinks I currently enjoy. I wanted to dominate this girl, I knew that. I wanted her to kneel before me, I wanted her to worship my body, I wanted there to be a power dynamic between us. I wanted her to call me Mistress. I wanted to tie her, and spank her, and fuck her hard till she begged me to stop and begged me to continue in the same breath.
The girl arrived at 8pm, bang on time. I let her in and studied what my ex-husband's money had bought for me. She was shorter than me, very young looking. Her dark hair was short and cut in a cute little bob. She wore a tight white t-shirt with an adorable little girly pack on her back, and denim shorts. Best of all, she had long legs clad in perfect black nylon and strappy, open-toed, high-heeled sandals. She was perfect. I made a mental note to buy my friend a bottle of champagne.
I ushered her in, falling into my domme role without hesitation. I was born for this. She sat on the bed, and introduced herself as Kaitlynn. I never found out if that was her real name. She was nervous, halting, deferential. I don't know if that was an act or if she really was like that.
I told her to move back on the bed, to put her legs up. She did so without hesitation, peering at me with nervous trepidation. My eyes fell to her feet, bound in the complex straps of her shoes. They were exquisite, expensive heels. I became fixated on them.
"I'd like to take off your shoes," I said slowly, sitting down beside her. She nodded.
I reached down and lifted her leg onto my lap, then began to fiddle with the tiny buckle, eventually slipping off her pretty little shoe. Her toes wiggled with their newfound freedom. I reached over and took her other foot, repeating the process, until both of her feet were resting on my lap. I could smell her perfume and her sweat, could feel the heat of her through my skirt.
"Tell me about yourself," I said, not expecting her to have much to say. I began to play with her while she talked, stroking her legs, her feet; tweaking her toes. She told me that she was putting herself through college, that she'd been an escort for a few months now. It was okay work she said, but she sometimes got a difficult client.
I continued to caress her, to play with her, half listening to her words, captivated by her tiny, perfect feet. She told me that her best and worst clients were women. They were the most gentle, but they could also be the most cruel. Looking younger than she was, she attracted a particular kind of person. She didn't mind, she said, in fact it turned her on, to be used.
Then I started talking. I settled back on a pile of cushions and she shifted her body till her feet were beside my face. I continued to massage her as I spoke, telling her about my life, my strange desires, alternating sentences with tender kisses of her soles and toes.
We found we had a lot in common, we were the perfect pair of dominant and submissive, with kinky desires that we were each strangely ashamed of. In time, she took my feet and slid off my shoes, gingerly exploring me in a way that seemed most unlike a hooker. We talked, endlessly, until the early hours. I had her all night, so I didn't feel guilty. All the while, we toyed with each other, stroking, massaging, kissing, licking each other's feet. It was a strange, natural combination of utter comfort and barely controlled desire. As the sun began to come up, we fell asleep beside each other, legs intertwined, the soft friction of nylon against nylon easing us into a pleasant slumber.
And when I woke, she was gone. The money I'd left on the bedside table with her, only a note remaining.
"This was the nicest job I ever had," the note read in dainty, girlish handwriting.
I never paid for another girl after that and I often wonder what became of Kaitlynn and her perfect feet. I wonder if she's still working?
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Nice story. Thanks for sharing. My best memory is kinda simplier.
I was with my newly met friend. I wasn't aware that my ex-girlfriend has told her that I have foot fetish. She first wanted foot massage, then after like 10 minutes she asked why didn't I already kiss them? And then I could do everything I wanted. Great memory
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Let me tell you liking women feet is not kinky. What I think! On a woman body you have got to start somewhere. We guys start with a woman feet which is fore play.
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I have many, but a recent one happened today.
I am in Hanoi Vietnam right now, and i was trying to get some good massage, but failed a bit. The massage was ok, but not worth the price.
Heading back to my hotel, i got a bit lost. One women on the street tried to sell me shorts, hats and other things.
I heard a scooter coming, and a girl asked me where i was going. I told here that i was a bit lost. She said to me that she could be my guide for the day for a bit of money.
I said ok, lets go. A bit later i told her that she had beautiful hands. Her hands was a bit cold, and i kissed them. She said that i warmed her up now.
I was very curious about her feet to, so when we had lunch together i asked her i she could take her shoes of and show me her feet. She agreed. She had sweet feet, pretty big.
I asked her if she could let me take pictures tomorrow and paint her toenails for me, and she agreed again.
Before she left me in my hotel, i again asked her if she could show me her feet. I touched her bare feet and kissed it twice.
She is a bit shy, but she said she didnt mind.
Hope she shows up tomorrow.
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What a beautiful, sexy, intimate story. So well written, with deep feeling. I enjoyed it very much. I hope you share other girl/girl experiences with us! Thank you!
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I met up with the girl from yesterday, but she wanted a bit to much money, bracelets and other thing for driving me around, so i left her.
A couple of minutes later another girl with a scooter shows up and asked me where i was going.
I asked her if she could give a ride to the snakerestaurant here in Hanoi, but she thought it was to far away.
I then asked her if we could go somewhere and talk, and that i wanted to take some pictures of her.
She agreed.
We sat down beside the lake and tried to talk, but it was hard, because she did not speak English.
I told her that i liked her hands and kissed them. I asked her if she could remove her shoes and she did.
Touched them a bit, and then lifted her feet over my leg and kissed them. She was a bit shy first, but said that she was ok, when i asked.
Then i started to suck on her toes and licked her feet. After a while she become more relaxed, even if the spot at the lake wasnt to good, because there are many people there.
She letted me play with her feet a long time.
She was very sweet, and i caressed her face and mouth a bit. Seemed to enjoyed it, so i kissed her slighly on her nose. When i did that she kissed me on my mouth. We maked out for a long time there before she had to go.
Gave her the money she wanted and walked back to my hotel.
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My most (recent) favorite memory occurred during my photoshoot last month. The young lady and I shot portrait and foot photos and during the session, I thought to myself 'My goodness her feet look soft'. BTW her shoe size is 35/36 Eu (5.5/6 US).
While shooting the last look I just had to ask her, "Are your feet soft?" She shrugged and touched her foot and said, <sic> "Well I don't know." and then she said, <sic> "Touch it."
Now I never touch my subject's feet and have never been invited to do so. I was a bit excited and skeptical at the same time. I had to ask, "Are you sure?"
<sic> "Yes you can touch it right here." she said pointing to the instep of her foot.
"Oh okay," I said and when I touched her beautiful foot my hand melted into it. It was definitely soft...
An added bonus is she gave me a pair of her ballerina flats that she says she barely wears. Despite not being worn much, there was a hint of toe prints and "jam" in them. My thinking is her little feet could have a potent smell in them after a while.
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