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Feel free to share any foot expierence stories right here, anything goes, if u like clean,smelly,dom, or not dom. Please post here, im interested in hearing. unfortunately i dont have a story of my own yet, but i think i will soon Posts: 3 | Registered: May 2007
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Last summer I went to the beach and from a distance I saw 2 females in bikinis. One in a red bikini in my favorite pose laying on her stomach with feet up. Her friend went to the water just to get her feet wet so I decided this would be the way I could start conversation with them, so I went to the water made some conversation. I asked if I could go to her location since my location had tons of flies. She said alright and I was introduced to her friend. We made conversation and I told them I'm studying massage therapy and if they would be interested in a foot massage they both agreed and I got to massage both feet. One of the girls said - I wish I had this every night. !!! That's a good story most other stories end in a girl saying eewww feet are gross, so fortunately this was a good story.
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Met a woman online who asked me if I liked fetishes. We exchanged Yahoo accounts and I told her, yeah, I'm into fetishes, what exactly did she have in mind? She goes into this long winded thing about how no one in her town, (a small town south of Muncie, IN.) can satisfy her fetish and if I could help her. I start thinking, great, this bitch is into being cut on or fucking animals or some shit like that. Her name is Rhonda and she is 35 years old and a single mom. Her husband actually divorced her over her sexuality, he couldn't handle it or her, I guess. She told me she hadn't had sex in over a year and no one had given her an orgasm in two years and that she was tired of vibrators and could I help her and if not did I have a friend who could? I asked her (reluctantly) what exactly was her fetish? She wrote me back saying she was into Bondage and could I please be her master since we live pretty close to each other. She accompanied this e-mail with a picture of herself at a redneck family reunion. There were 3 women in the photo with Rhonda, Jesus these were 2 of the ugliest bitches in a state full of some barking mutts, but the woman in the middle (Rhonda) was actually quite attractive. A solid 7 on a 1 to 10 scale. She was 5' 3" and about 120 lbs. She was thin because she doesn't have much extra money to eat with, and she occasionally buys a little weed. She had NO tits, but being a foot guy, that was no huge deal, right? She was awesome from her stomach on down. A GREAT ass, nice legs, and big size 8, healthy feet from going barefoot a lot. If she had had a pair of tits, I would have fucked her a few more times.
She wrote to me again, and put herself down saying she wasn't much to look at, huh? She was just fishing for compliments, she could kiss my ass. I was the dom, she wanted to be MY slave. First I had to teach her how to act. She asked me for a picture of myself and what my fetish was. I told her I liked stocking feet. She said "great, mabye we can trade, you tie me up and I'll give you footjobs, would that be cool? I wrote back to her, "How about I tie you up and I'll do to you whatever the fuck I feel like at the moment. How does THAT sound? She wrote back and said "Oh God, your'e making me wet. Should I shave?" I told her" yeah, shave your pussy, legs and whatever, and go get a pedicure" I told her where to go in her town and gave them my Mastercard number and told them to do her hair, make up and nails whatever the fuck else you can think of"
More later, somebody just rolled up my driveway.
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quote:Originally posted by Reinforcedheelstoes: Met a woman online who asked me if I liked fetishes. We exchanged Yahoo accounts and I told her, yeah, I'm into fetishes, what exactly did she have in mind? She goes into this long winded thing about how no one in her town, (a small town south of Muncie, IN.) can satisfy her fetish and if I could help her. I start thinking, great, this bitch is into being cut on or fucking animals or some shit like that. Her name is Rhonda and she is 35 years old and a single mom. Her husband actually divorced her over her sexuality, he couldn't handle it or her, I guess. She told me she hadn't had sex in over a year and no one had given her an orgasm in two years and that she was tired of vibrators and could I help her and if not did I have a friend who could? I asked her (reluctantly) what exactly was her fetish? She wrote me back saying she was into Bondage and could I please be her master since we live pretty close to each other. She accompanied this e-mail with a picture of herself at a redneck family reunion. There were 3 women in the photo with Rhonda, Jesus these were 2 of the ugliest bitches in a state full of some barking mutts, but the woman in the middle (Rhonda) was actually quite attractive. A solid 7 on a 1 to 10 scale. She was 5' 3" and about 120 lbs. She was thin because she doesn't have much extra money to eat with, and she occasionally buys a little weed. She had NO tits, but being a foot guy, that was no huge deal, right? She was awesome from her stomach on down. A GREAT ass, nice legs, and big size 8, healthy feet from going barefoot a lot. If she had had a pair of tits, I would have fucked her a few more times.
She wrote to me again, and put herself down saying she wasn't much to look at, huh? She was just fishing for compliments, she could kiss my ass. I was the dom, she wanted to be MY slave. First I had to teach her how to act. She asked me for a picture of myself and what my fetish was. I told her I liked stocking feet. She said "great, mabye we can trade, you tie me up and I'll give you footjobs, would that be cool? I wrote back to her, "How about I tie you up and I'll do to you whatever the fuck I feel like at the moment. How does THAT sound? She wrote back and said "Oh God, your'e making me wet. Should I shave?" I told her" yeah, shave your pussy, legs and whatever, and go get a pedicure" I told her where to go in her town and gave them my Mastercard number and told them to do her hair, make up and nails whatever the fuck else you can think of"
More later, somebody just rolled up my driveway.
Wow, Reinforced!! THis is getting interesting... .
-------------------- V/R, FM9 aka Mr. Footbooty "She had real pretty feet. I was always a sucker for pretty little feet... Outside of her being pretty and hip, with a good body, her feet is what attracted me." - p. 39 of "Miles" (Davis) The Autobiography Posts: 8821 | Registered: Sep 2003
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Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, Rhonda e-mailed me and thanked me for the day at the beauty shop. I said I wanted to know if I could see her the next day, (a Saturday) and she asked why I could'nt come down to see her tonight. I told her to just fucking wait for tomorrow for me to fuck her, what kind of fucking slave was she supposed to be, anyway? I really wanted to see her, but I wanted to stay in the role, too, right? She apologized, but I said fuck you, bitch. When I see you I'm going to spank the shit out of you while your sucking my cock. Rhonda wrote back "You sound like you know what your doing, please be the master I've always dreamt about." I needed some new rope so I went to Home Depot and got about 100 feet of nice soft, nylon rope, yellow and red in color. You want to use nylon rope or something similar like pantyhose or stockings, silk scarves or what have you, so as not to burn the skin too much. I like my women to wear stockings so their ankles are protected and I use pre-wrap for their wrist. Anybody played high school sports knows what pre-wrap is. I bought the rope, I have everything else, bondage poles (2) the afore mentioned rope, pre-wrap, duct tape, a ball gag, 2 pairs of reinforced heel and toe stockings (new), 2 pairs of pantyhose (for anal sex, like to rip 'em open) KY Warming Lube, Vaseline and Baby Oil. I put all this in a gym bag and made my reservation at the ONLY motel in town. It was a hot July Saturday and Thank God the shitty AC unit in the room worked great. The room was seedy as hell and made me even hornier. I called Rhonda on my cell and she could'nt believe I was really in town. This chick has some SERIOUS self esteem issues, but she was cute and lonely, too. She told me she was starving and that she hadn't ate anything since yesterday morning. I said that her asshole had better be clean. She assured me it was. I asked her what color her toes were, and she replied a real dark red, like burgundy. I asked if her make up was on real heavy, and again she said it was. She then said " I'm so scared, I don't know you at all, you could be deranged. I don't even know what you look like" This kind of pissed me off, I went through all this trouble, and now I wasn't even going to even kiss any toes or anything! So I said the first thing to pop in my head. "And your dumbass is on the internet fishing for motherfuckers like me" I kind of winced to myself 'cause I thought all hopes of any booty I just blew out the window, right? But I swear I heard her moan, ever so slightly, into the phone. And I remembered again, we were role playing, so I dove in again. I said "You fucking bitch, you had better be here in 30 minutes, or I'm going to come down to that shitty little apartment and drag you the fuck out of there by your brand new hairdo" Then I hung up on her and jumped into the hottest damn shower I could stand.
-------------------- There's no such thing as a foot fetish. Feet are part of the anatomy, however, I DO have a nylon fetish......
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Now, I know how far it is from the southside of this town, (Rhonda's Apt) to the northside of town, (the motel) and this woman had to have been flying, 'cause when I got out of the shower, I had barely gotten dressed when there was a knock at the door! This chick was horny! I made her wait and knock 3 times, (being a dickhead) and then I braced myself in case this bitch was really ugly. I opened the door and was blown away! The hair and make up had boosted Rhonda to an 8! She looked like she was going to a wedding or formal dinner. She took my breath away. I stared at her and said in the most bored voice I could muster up, "Yeah?" She looked shocked, and I smelled weed on her. She said "Oh my God, is this room 118?" I looked at her and looked at the room number bolted to the door, and back to her again. It was all I could do not to crack up laughing. Rhonda said "Are you...I was supposed to meet someone...." I said "Honey, who are you supposed to meet? What's his name?" She started looking up and down the hallway and laughing. Rhonda said "I have no idea" while laughing into her hand. She was wearing a cream colored thin dress and a short cardigan with only the top button closed. On her LOVELY feet (Thank God) she wore platform flip flops appropriate for a girl half her age, but still cute on her. Her hair was up and her lips were red. She was high as a kite and beaming at me. I said "I'm just fucking with you, C'mere." Rhonda looked down to take her first step, and I reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair. Now most chicks would freak out right about now, but not o'le Rhonda. I pulled her inside the room and shut the door, then I pushed her up against it and pressed myself against her body while I pulled her hair down, raising her chin. She smiled and chewed her gum, tring in vain to mask the smell of weed coming from her and her clothes. I took her purse and tossed it into a corner. I held her hair and stared at her for a moment, then I asked, "What's your safe word" she grinned at me and said "I don't need a safe word. I haven't had to use one in years" I said "because youv'e been fucking around with that faggoty ass ex husband of yours, what's your safe word?"
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Rhonda looked at me and said in a soft voice, "Home". The gum chewing got on my nerves, so I dug my finger in her mouth and fished it out. Then I stuck it in the middle of her forehead and asked her "Are you high?" She admitted she was as I removed the gum. It made her look ridiculus. I asked if she was afraid of me. Rhonda said "Yes. Your'e enormous." I told her I was going to give her one more chance to go back home. "You have 30 seconds to make up your mind." I turned the TV on to a baseball game and took a swig of Gatorade and turned my back to the door where Rhonda stood. After half a minute, I turned to look at her. She looked at me with a sad look. I asked her if she was ready, now. She smiled and nodded. I told her to reach down and take off her sandals and to hold them in her hands. The game we were going to play was to turn each other on as much as we could, I was the dom and Rhonda, the submissive, or slave. I was going to indulge myself of her cute, pedicured feet. She was going to get the shit beat out of her. I wasn't going to kill her or break any bones or anything but her e-mails to me had been explicit. She wanted to leave our meeting with 'things to remember me by', so to speak. Welts, marks and bruises. Rhonda got off on these things like we do on toes, soles and nail polish. Rhonda desperate search had led her to establish contact with people on the internet and to talk to perfect strangers in hopes of meeting someone who understood her. Made her meet with a total stranger for the first time in her life in an insane attempt to satisfy her unusual libido. She sounds like us, doesn't she? I understood what she wanted. I got what drove other men away. We were all taught to respect and to treat women lovingly and gentle. I was taught that the first time I hit a girl in the fourth grade. I had no idea some girls liked it. Somewhere in Rhonda's past was an abusive asshole, but bless her heart, it made her the woman she is today. Today was her lucky day. I told her "I understand what you need." She said "I know you do, I wouldn't have given you the time of day were it not for your e-mails." She looked into my eyes and I put down the Gatorade and walked back over to her. I said to her, " You should have left." I took her shoes and tossed them with her purse. Reaching under her dress, I pulled her panties down to her kness and left them there. Rhonda smelled like soap and marajuana. I went to sit on the bed and told her to give me her underwear. She went to reach for them and I stopped her and said, "No, walk them over to me. Who gave you permisssion to touch them?" Rhonda walked to the bed and her panties fell around her ankles. I knelt her down on the bed face down as i took her panties from one ankle. I grabbed her neck and pushed her face into the mattress. I told her to get her ass up in the air. Higher, I said as she moved her knees closer to her chest. "Now wiggle your ass for me. Be sexy" I let her head go as I watched her ass dance for me, the soles of her feet scrunched and wrinkled. I almost fucked her right then, but that would have ruined the fantasy she was having. Instead I massaged her right ass cheek and then I smacked it, semi hard. Rhonda let out a moan and a whimper at the same time that made my dick even harder. I rolled her over onto her back and glanced at her vagina. It was so wet it was running down her leg a bit. I lifted her left foot to my face and kissed it then inhaled. Rhonda's skin was dry so it didn't smell at all. I opened a package of stockings that were at least ten years old and pulled them onto her foot and leg. I smoothed them into place and again almost lost control. I wanted to fuck her sooo bad. But I had work to do first, else I would lose her. The rope was next, I wrapped Rhonda's ankles 5 times each to spread the load over a larger area of skin. Thin I cinched her ankles with 3 loops of rope around the middle. This type of knot is not tight, but there is no escaping it, either. Next, I did her wrist behind her back in the same fashion. The look on her face was wonderful, she was a million miles away in the middle of her greatest sexual fantasy. Her smile was dreamy and relaxed. I pushed her dress over her head, up through her tied arms. I turned her back over onto her stomach and took both her ankles in my hand. Then I started to tickle her feet. Rhonda can wiggle her feet like any woman I've ever dreamed of, and it is sexy as hell to watch her do it. Her soles were the only thing on her that was ticklish, so I was forced to concentrate torture on those big stocking feet. That woman could squirm and try to get away, but tied up like she was made it easy on me and impossible for her. Rhonda would hide one nylon sole with the other, exposing the second one to tickling. Then when the itching on her feet would become too much, she would switch feet again, to start all over. I would give her a break and suck on her nylon toes as she would catch her breath. Rhonda was so into what we were doing, she would spread her toes and help me lick her foot by running it down my tongue by herself. As I licked she actually started to moan and breathe heavy through her red lips. It had been an hour and a half since we started. I was sucking on a stocking heel with Rhonda's vagina rubbing against the pants of my suit. It was soaked. I kept her heel in my mouth as I gently shoved 2 fingers into her soaked vagina and gently rubbed circles on her g spot. Rhonda began bucking on and off my hand as she had her first orgasm from a man in over 2 years. She laughed and then cried as I removed the rope to keep the circulation in her hands and pretty feet. She looked like she wanted to take a nap. I gave her a drink, then took my pants down and stuck my diamond hard dick into that hot pussy and fucked a quickie into her. I came into Rhonda's asshole so much cum I shocked myself as I watched it run back out while she giggled. I planned on going home after that but I couldn't leave that motel room. I tied her to the chair from the dinnette and fucked her asshole through a pair of pantyhose. I wove her arms and legs through that chair in a manner that when I sat on it, her pantyhosed feet were tied right in my face. I licked and spanked her exposed, shaved pussy until it was beet red. I took my belt off and whipped this woman across her back and ass, but she wouldn't say a word. She would just cry and moan and orgasm and moan some more. I finally had to stick my dick in her ass, bite on her nylon sole AND spank her swollen pussy ALL at the same time. She wispered it at first, but I 'didn't hear her' and kept munching on that wrinkled sole and having anal sex, there was lube everywhere! She was tied to the bed wrist only and started to yell "Home, shit baby, you hear me!" I had to let her up after that. But as a finale, I asked if I could tie her legs open and cum in her vagina with a condom. She said "Yeah,I guess so" The rope went under the bed up near the headboard and was tied around each ankle and wrist together. As I pulled on the secondary rope, Rhonda's legs were pulled over her head and my dick went into her as deep as it could go. I bet I came 2 drops. I was drained and I didn't beat off for a month after that.
That was a year ago and I haven't talked to her since. I hope she was satisfied that day. I know I was.
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...get her ass up in the air. Higher, I said as she moved her knees closer to her chest. "Now wiggle your ass for me. Be sexy" I let her head go as I watched her ass dance for me, the soles of her feet scrunched and wrinkled... Instead I massaged her right ass cheek and then I smacked it, semi hard...
This reminds me of something good . RRS baby!
Reinforced, you know how to meet, greet, and thank'em. I like the story.
-------------------- V/R, FM9 aka Mr. Footbooty "She had real pretty feet. I was always a sucker for pretty little feet... Outside of her being pretty and hip, with a good body, her feet is what attracted me." - p. 39 of "Miles" (Davis) The Autobiography Posts: 8821 | Registered: Sep 2003
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jesus reinforced! Im fucking "diamond hard" now! Thanks for the awesome story man..you should definetly get a hold of her again man!...this time take pics for us
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I think she lied to me about being single. I called her cell and a guy answered. I better not go there, anymore. She's probably cheating on someone. I could fuck around and get my ass kicked.
Or shot. That would suck.
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