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Confessions of a Foot Man
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THESE ARE THE FANTASIES OF AN INCURABLE LEG AND FOOT FETISHIST. IF
SOLE KISSING, HEEL BITING AND TOE SUCKING TURN YOU OFF, PLEASE DO
NOT READ ANY FURTHER. IF, ON THE OTHER HAND (OR FOOT), YOU DO
LIKE SUCH ACTIVITIES, I HOPE THIS SERIES WILL PROVIDE SOME "FOOT"
FOR THOUGHT.
Consider yourself warned once.
Fantasies of a foot man
by
Sole Searcher
Ep. 1
Loaned to Beth.
Part 1
The first Day
My Mistress Trudy has loaned me to her friend Beth for the weekend. I was
told that I would be Beth's slave from Friday evening at 5.00 (that's
when I get off work) till late Sunday night. I was to serve Beth
as if my very life depended on it (which it did).
Beth is a legal secretary in one the many personal injury law firms. I had
met her only once before. She called me on Friday at my Office
and told me how much she was looking forward to the weekend. She said she
had a few surprises planned for me. She said she'd be reaching her
house at 5.30 or so and I was to wait outside her apartment. I got
out of my office early and went home. I put some clothes in a bag and
drove to Beth's apartment. I waited in my car for her to come. She arrived
at 5.45. Beth was a tall brunette with gorgeous long legs. She was dressed
in a brown suit with matching brown stockings and pumps. She gave me a big
smile as she saw me. I got out of my car and went over. She handed me
two large grocery bags and turned to go into her apartment. I followed her
inside. She asked me to put the bags in the kitchen while she fixed drinks.
She poured double martinis and we started talking. She was sitting on the
couch while I sat opposite her on a recliner. We finished our drinks
and I offered to get us another round. At that point, a gleam came into
her eyes and she said " Not for you, Jeff. I have something else in store
for you. Bring me my drink and prepare to serve me." I looked
at her for a moment before realizing that she was serious in spite of the
faint smile that played around on the corner of lips. I brought her
the drink and stood in front of her. She motioned for me to kneel. I did
so and found her shoe inches from my face. She was dangling the pump from
her toes and I could see a luscious stocking covered heel. She asked me
to kiss her shoe. I grasped her swinging shoe with both hands and thrust
my head forward to do just. I had to rise slightly off my knees to reach the
top surface of the shoe. It was made of fine leather and several interesting
odours presented themselves to my nose. I kissed her shoe and was instructed
to take her shoes off. I slipped her shoes off and she swung her legs over
to the couch. She asked me to fix her a third drink, bring her the news paper
and start rubbing her feet. I scampered off and returned with her drink
and paper and then settled down at her feet to begin the foot rub. She had
incredible feet. They were long, narrow and slender. I could see her
sexy toes through the silk sheath. They were painted a fiery red. I
used all the techniques I had learnt over the years as a foot slave.
There are a variety of procedures to be employed when one is massaging feet.
First the toes are held firmly in one hand and the other holds
the ball of the foot. The toes are then gently shaken from one side
to the next. Then both hands are used to hold ther foot and the foot
is firmly squeezed. Start on the big toe side of the foot and go over
the toes to the little toe side, all the time firmly squeezing the
foot in discrete steps. This should be performed for about five minutes.
Then, hold the heel and squeeze it.
I was scheduled to
take classes in Reflexology and I wished I had. At any rate I rubbed,
squeezed and kneaded her fabulous feet for over an hour. She never said
a word except to encourage me to concentrate on one specific area
of her foot. At the end, I pressed my lips to the sole of her foot. I could
worship these for eons. She asked me to stop. She said she'd
get into something more casual. I asked her if I could have the honor
of removing her stockings. She agreed and asked me to bring the phone
from the table in the corner of the room. I walked over to the
table and brought the phone over to her. She had uclasped
her stockings and I knelt again. She lifted her leg and placed her right foot
on my chest. The other foot, she rested on my shoulder. I could see that
she was wearing light brown panties. I began rolling her stocking down her
sleek, smooth leg. When I had rolled it past her knees, she asked
me to stop. She placed her left foot on my chest and asked me to roll
down that past her knees. Then, she asked me to get the small stool
which was in the kitchen. I returned with the stool which I placed
on the floor at her feet. She placed both feet on the stool and asked
me to roll down the stockings using only my lips and tongue. She
said she was calling a friend and proceeded to dial the number. I
put my lips on the stocking and tried to pull it down. That did not work.
So I grasped the stocking with my lips, pulled it slightly away from her leg
and proceeded to insert my tongue into the gap. Then, I moved my head down
and the stocking came down till her ankles. I could smell perfume mixed
with sweat and the smell of leather. When I had reached her ankles, I could
not go any further. I started on the other leg and proceeded to do the same.
"Yes, I have him for the weekend. Right now, he's trying to undo my stockings
with his lips and tongue." I waited for a brief instant before trying
again to roll the stocking off her foot. She had her feet flat on the foot
stool and I was unable to take it off.
" Why don't you stop by sometime tomorrow and see for yourself?"
I tried for the third time. I inserted my tongue between the stocking and
her ankle and this time pulled away. I had reached the base of her toes when
she thrust the other foot out and kicked me in the face.
"You fool! The stockings will get spoiled if you stretch them that much" she
spat out.
"I'm sorry" I said, with my head down.
"You'll be more than sorry when I am done" she countered andshe removed
the stockings herself. She stormed off into the bedroom and when she
returned, she was wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. She was
also carrying a big duffel bag with her. She stood in front of me
and said "Kiss my feet, son of a cur!". I did as she commanded
and lay there with my lips pressed to her feet. She moved behind me
and asked me to raise my hands in the air. I felt handcuffs being
slipped on. She took out a pair of scissors and cut my T-shirt
to ribbons. She then threw the bag onto the couch and lay down
on the recliner. Her feet were in the air two feet in front of me. The
soles of her feet were a pinkish color. She asked me to move towards her.
She asked me to stop when her feet were right in my face and said
"I am going to relax now. Your task will be to use your lips and tongue
on my feet." She closed her eyes and I went to work. She had extremely
long feet. First, I gently blew cool air onto the soles of her feet where
I could see faint traces of sweat. I then began to kiss the soles. I'd start
at the heel and work my way up to the toes. Then I gently rubbed my
lips on her feet. When I began licking the soles, I realized that she
was ticklish and did not want to show it. I was determined to get
her to react and so I licked in alternating long and short strokes. Then,
I'd stop and part the spaces between her toes and lick those areas. All the
time, I could sense a tightening of the foot and then she'd realx again.
The next time, when I reached the toes, I took he big one into my mouth
and rolled my tongue around it. I then began sucking it, first lightly
and then more firmly. Then I pulled my lips back and suck the
second toe in. And on and on I went until I had sucked all of her toes
a number of times. In my estimate it had been over an hour and she had
not said a word. I reduced the
speed of my kissing and licking and sucking and started rubbing my
cheek against the sole of her feet.
I felt my cheek being pushed away. I looked up to see that she had opened
her eyes and was smiling. She asked me to double up on the ground so
that I was on my knees, with my hands cuffed behind my back and my face
was just over my knees and inches from the ground. She then placed one foot
on my back and the other on my knee inches from my lips. She asked me not
to move from that position, no matter what. The T.V. set clicked to lifre
as she began swtiching channels looking for something interesting to watch.
In the meantime, her foot was all over my hair and face and she parted my
lips with her toes and rubbed her toes on my tongue. The other foot had
slid over and was now rubbing my behind.
The door bell rang. Beth took her feet off me and asked me to wait in front
of the door and greet the visitor, tell the person who I was, kiss
her feet and wait until told to move. I walked to the door
and knelt in front of it. "Please come in. The door is open."
The door opened and I saw a pair of sneakered feet in front of me.
I said " I'm Jeff, Mistress Beth's slave." Then I kissed the sneakers
and waited. A high pitched voice screamed "Oh! This is so cool". And the
feet moved away. I heard them greet each other and Mistress Beth
asked to come and kneel in front of her. I got up and saw the person who
had just entered. She could not have been more than 20 years old.
She had an aerobics outfit on. Beth said "Jeff, this
is Becky, my sister. She is a junior at the college here. Why don't
you bring her a soda?" Becky had settled down on the couch.
I turned, crawled towards her and kissed her sneakers again. "What would
you like to drink, Mistress?"
"I'll have a diet coke, Jeff" she replied and then added, "with lots
of ice in it."
"I'll have a glass of water, Jeff" added Mistress Beth.
I started to move towards the kitchen before realizing that my cuffs were still
on. So I looked at Mistress Beth and held my hands out. She came over to
my side and undid the cuffs. I slunk away to the kitchen and returned
with the soda and the water.
"Becky will be spending the night here. Go make sure that the
spare bedroom is ready." I made my way to the spare bedroom and saw that it
was dusty. I spent over an hour cleaning it.
The two ladies were laughing over something when I entered the room to
tell them that the room was ready. Mistress Beth announced that
it was time for dinner and they decided to order chinese food.
"Your dinner will be after we've finished ours" she said with a twinkle
in her eyes. I set up the table and was ready to serve the food. They
had ordered over four separate dishes. Mistress Beth asked me to crawl
under the table and lie down so that they could rest their feet on me.
I did as she asked me to and found my head near Mistress Becky's feet
and my stomach was near Mistress Beth's feet.
Mistress Becky ordered me to take her sneakers off and she then rested her
feet on my face. Her socks smelled of sweat and she amused herself
by rubbing them against my lips and at one point even thrust them
against my throat and applied some pressure.
After their dinner, I was asked to go wait in the living room.
Mistress Becky followed me and told me that I would be having
a very tast dinner. She sat down on the couch and sked me to pull
her socks off. She then asked me to smell her sweaty feet. Her feet were
broader than her sisters and she had shorter plumpier toes. Her toe
nails were not painted and she rested one foot on my chin
with her toes touching my forehead. With the other foot she
started tickling my stomach. At that point
Mistress Beth entered the room with a can of whipped cream, a can
of strawberries and a large dog bowl. She emptied the can of strawberries
into the bowl and set it down on the floor in front of her sister. She
then asked Mistress Becky to dip her feet in the bowl. Mistress Becky
said she would squash the berries and make me lick thepaste of her feet.
She proceeded to mash the beeries until they were a squishy mass.
She then held out one foot and asked me to suck the stuff off her toes. I
immediately put my head forward and started licking her toes. Mistress Beth
asked me to put my head down in the bowl and complete my dinner while Mistress
Becky rubbed the mixture into my hair. The two ladies then sparyed whipped
cream on to their feet and asked me to lick it all up. While I was licking
the cream of one ladies foot the other would rub her cream covered
foot all over my face and chest. When they were satisfied that I had eaten
enough, they asked me to bring two bowls of water for them to dip their
feet into. They said I would have to clean their feet. I brought
the bowls and they immersed their feet into the warm water. I then
scrubbed their feet thoroughly and wiped them clean. After this,
I was asked to go and take a shower to clean myself. I showered
for over half an hour and changed into fresh clothes. The ladies
then decided it was time for bed. I followed Mistress Beth into her
bedroom and knelt at the foot of the bed. She asked me to rub her feet. I
started kneading and rubbing her lovely feet and finally she asked
me to leave. I kissed her feet and then went to Mistress Becky's room.
She was lying on the bed, talking to someone on the phone. She
motioned to me to come and sit at her feet. She raised one foot and put it in
my lap. I started to rub it but she indicated that she wanted me to kiss it.
I kissed the sole and her toes parted my lips. She pushed her foot
in as far as it would go and then withdrew it. After fininshing her
phone conversation, she asked me to go to the other end of the bed, kneel
on the floor and push my head in under the covers. I found her feet staring
me in the face and I lay there with her feet against my face as the night
hours passed. When I was sure she had fallen asleep, I pulled my head
out and went to the living room to sleep on the couch.
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