Im thinking about attending my first foot worship party ever in NYC later this month. So I just wanted to ask have you ever attended a foot party and if you have.. How was it the first time ?
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Yes, I've been to several of them now. They're great, and the people are actually great once you break the ice. Whatever you do, try to not be one of those guys that stand alone. Go and socialize and have fun!
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My very 1st foot party was simply unforgettable, and a little nerve racking. Maybe because I'm naturally shy. But that didn't stop me from checkin' out all the "eye candy!" It took me a while to come out of my shell, as they say. I have one woman to thank for (who will remain anonymous) She's well known in the Foot Fetish Community. Technically it shouldn't have gone down the way it did. Because of her actions, she was eventually banned from future foot parties. Allow me to explain.
According to our hostess, the rules for the guests & Foot Models were clear: Everyone is allowed 10 free minutes of foot worship (HANDS ONLY!) anything involving the lips, tongue or mouth had to be tipped $10 or more. More importantly, the guests were encouraged to approach the foot models--not the other way around. In fact, they weren't allowed to make any propositions toward us! Don't ask me WHY...their rules not mine. That's where "she" comes in. I was practically staring at her the whole night. What can i say? She's DROP DEAD GORGEOUS! A breath of fresh air!! 5'8" with size 10W Need I say more? Yet I still sat there, as if my mouth was taped shut. She made things very easy for me that night. Not only did she walk over and introduce herself, this woman literally sat down & put her feet on my lap!! Needless to say I was a happy man. Bottom line is, had it not been for her breaking the ice, I dunno where I'd be today.
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i want to attend one of these parties! It looks crowded. I wish they had more private sessions hehe.
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I couldn't do foot partys. I don't want to kiss a foot some other dude just kissed. Maybe if I could be her first fresh out of her shoes.
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I'd have to agree with Brek. But I've read that the foot models wash their heavenly feet in some kind of sanitary solution after each session...I've never been to a foot night...but plan on attending the next one in Boston. So, I will report back.
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quote:Originally posted by Brek: I couldn't do foot partys. I don't want to kiss a foot some other dude just kissed. Maybe if I could be her first fresh out of her shoes.
Trust me, if you're at a reputible Foot Party, there's usually a designated area for foot washings & plenty of hand towels {or should i say, foot towels? } I personally bring my own Witch Hazel.
Then again, it would be pretty sweet to be the 1st guy, sniffing her feet and/or shoes.
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Check this out before you decide to go... looks like "Ben" through a party that had a little run in with the law....
Control Tower Sometimes I Hate To Be Right by Mistress Matisse
Most of my professional time as “Mistress Matisse” is spent seeing clients on a one-on-one basis, and I generally prefer that. But occasionally, I do make professional appearances in different settings. So when a man named Ben approached me last year about making an appearance at a foot-worship party in a city not far from Seattle, I was willing to hear what he had to say.
Foot-worship, for those of you unfamiliar with the term, means kissing and caressing someone’s feet, and it’s one of my favorite activities. Ben told me he would arrange for a suitable location, interview and approve a handful of other foot-models, publicize the event to foot-fetishists, host the party, and see to it that things went according to plan. My part in this was to show up, look pretty, be charming, and allow the guests to kiss and caress and worship my feet. I would, of course, be paid for my time.
This sounds almost too good to be true, I thought. “This is just foot worship, right? No sex, no nudity?” Ben looked horrii?N?E^?ed and hastened to reassure me. No nudity, and no sex whatsoever, he said.
Ben seemed sincere and my impression of him was that he was trustworthy. Still, I had an uneasy feeling that something about this party was going to go wrong, and I haven’t gotten this far in the sex industry without paying attention to my hunches. So I thought about it, considering possible problems ranging from simply not getting paid all the way up to Ben’s possible involvement with white slavery. But in the end, I decided that the latter was unlikely, and that I could deal appropriately with any attempted i?N?E^?nancial chicanery.
Thus, on the night of the party, I arrived at the upscale hotel where Ben had booked adjoining suites. Ben greeted me warmly, introduced me to the other foot models, and then took me discreetly aside to give me the agreed-upon fee.
That’s a nice way to begin a professional appearance, and I was feeling more sanguine as I changed into my sexy fetish outi?N?E^?t and joined the party in the living room of the main suite. The bedrooms, Ben explained, were for “foot sessions.” The idea was to simply chat and socialize until one of the male guests asked for a foot-session. Then you and your worshipper would adjourn to one of the bedrooms, where he would kiss and stroke your feet for a short time.
Ben made a point of telling me that the bedroom doors would remain open at all times. “I don’t want you ladies to have to cope with any… inappropriate behavior.” Some of my doubts returned: This meant there would be no privacy for these foot-kissing interludes. The sheer number of people versus the number of bedrooms meant that the chances of any two people even being alone in a room were nonexistent. It didn’t bother me, but I wondered if the guests would be disgruntled.
However, the boys seemed perfectly content with the arrangement, and thus I soon found myself sitting on a hotel bed with three other women, all of us fully dressed—from the knees up, at least—with three men on the i?N?E^?oor on different sides of the bed, kissing our feet. Well, I said to myself, this is exactly what Ben said it would be, and it all seems to be going just like it should. I guess my intuition was wrong this time.
I spoke too soon. The party had been in full swing for about an hour when, as I was sitting in a chair with my foot in someone’s mouth, I saw movement outside the not-quite-drawn bedroom curtains. Staring at the slit in the fabric, I caught a i?N?E^?ash of blue and heard the static and squawk of a radio.
Shit, I thought. It’s the cops. I pulled my toes out of my companion’s mouth and said, “I think we have a problem.”
I padded barefoot into the living room to i?N?E^?nd Ben in anxious conversation with two uniformed police ofi?N?E^?cers while two more stood by, looking on. The guests were milling around, looking confused or alarmed, and most of the models had retreated to the bedroom where we’d all stored our stuff. I joined them, got my bag out of the closet and began quickly pulling my street clothes on over my fetish costume.
“What are doing?” asked one of the other girls, a tall brunette.
“What does it look like? The party’s over, baby.”
She glared in the direction of the police. “We’re not doing anything illegal! They can’t make us stop.”
I laughed shortly as I buttoned my blue jeans. “Okay, counselor—you stay here and argue the i?N?E^?ner points of whatever law those cops say we’re breaking. I myself am not interested in being a test case, so I’m gone.”
I saw some of the other girls exchange glances and reach for their belongings. At that moment, Ben came into the room.
“Ladies, I’m so sorry. Apparently the hotel is unhappy that we’re having a party here. The police don’t want to arrest anyone, they just want us to leave.” He caught my eye. “Matisse, I really do apologize.”
I shrugged. “Shit happens, Ben. Let me know if you want to try it again somewhere else.” I grabbed my bag and left, sidling quickly past the two cops still standing in the living room. As soon as I stepped into the hotel hallway, though, I almost ran into the other two police officers—one male, one female—who were standing outside the door.
“…So these women are getting paid to let the guys kiss their feet,” the man was saying to his female partner.
“Dang,” she replied, “I think I’m in the wrong profession.”
And then they both turned around and looked at me, which, under the circumstances, wasn’t a situation I really wanted to linger on and enjoy. But I couldn’t help it. I paused and glanced down at her feet, encased in sensible black shoes with heavy soles, and then I grinned at her. Yeah, maybe you are.
But aloud I simply said, “Good night, ofi?N?E^?cers,” as I walked off down the hall.
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It took me a while to come out of my shell, as they say. I have one woman to thank for (who will remain anonymous) She's well known in the Foot Fetish Community. Technically it shouldn't have gone down the way it did. Because of her actions, she was eventually banned from future foot parties. Allow me to explain.![[Roll Eyes]](rolleyes.gif)
I was practically staring at her the whole night. What can i say? She's DROP DEAD GORGEOUS! A breath of fresh air!! 5'8" with size 10W ![[Drool]](graemlins/drool.gif)
Need I say more? Yet I still sat there, as if my mouth was taped shut. She made things very easy for me that night. Not only did she walk over and introduce herself, this woman literally sat down & put her feet on my lap!! Needless to say I was a happy man. ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
Bottom line is, had it not been for her breaking the ice, I dunno where I'd be today.![[Mmm]](graemlins/mmm.gif)
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