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I have a dear friend who is obsessed with foot worship.  Charles is a middle-aged married man who I met almost a year ago when I was at the mall shoe-shopping. I’m a complete shoe whore and can never resist adding sexy pairs to my ever-growing collection.  The Shoe Emporium staff are all on a first name basis with me!  So, it was a busy Saturday afternoon at the Emporium and  I’d noticed a seemingly distinguished-looking gentleman who was always lurking nearby every time I decided to try on yet another pair of shoes.  I was trying on these elegant open-toed T-strap sandals with gorgeous rhinestone detail covering the straps.   The shoe store was pretty busy as it was a Saturday afternoon.    

“These seem just a little too big for me.  Maybe we should look at a size 5? ” I asked the clerk who was assisting me.

The store clerk who was assisting me disappeared into the back room when Charles approached me. 

“Those sandals are exquisite.  I do hope they have them in your size. It’d be a shame for your lovely feet not to grace them,” he commented kindly.

“I’m keeping my fingers crossed!” I smiled at the polite older man.

“And perhaps you should cross your cute little toes too,”  he joked.

I stretched my long, supple legs out in front of me and wiggled my pedicured pink-painted toes at him. I couldn’t help but giggle.  I heard him sigh softly, with his eyes glued to my bare feet the whole time.

Then he surprised me by kneeling down right in front of me!  “I hope this doesn’t seem off-putting to you, but I would love to massage your feet”.

Ohhh, was this guy a foot fetish lover or what??

I gave him permission to touch my feet right then and there in the crowded Shoe Emporium.  What the heck? I thought to myself.  I love kinky fetishes and the public attention!

Charles gently cradled my right foot, placed it on his thigh while he kneeled and literally worshipped it with his hands, looking directly at my eyes the whole time.  He then did the same with my left foot, and I have to admit, he had a soothing touch.  People in the store were staring at us, but I didn’t care.  I could tell Charles was becoming aroused by the obvious bulge forming in his khaki’s. This was such a turn on to me.  Right before he finished my massage, he bent his head down and placed a warm, gentle kiss on the tops of each of my feet.  One woman nearby gasped out loud!  <giggles>.

Lucky for me and Charles, those sandals came in a size 5.  He ended up buying them for me with the agreement that I would model them for him the next night.  Do you want to know all about the naughty shoe and foot worship session I had with Charles after that day in the store?  Then you should definitely call me to hear all about it.

~Tai Li, Phone Sex Fetish Girl

I have this new sugar daddy, who is very sensual and has brought some very good points to my attention; other than the fact that Wickett is a cute little Star Wars creature. He mentioned something off handedly about how sexy stockings and socks can be on a woman. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to meander around my oyster in a nice set or nylons or long thigh high silk socks and a garter belt, making men wonder what is truly under that oh so tiny but not to flashy skirt; but honestly I never realized how intoxicating my legs can be when used in the right context! Simply wearing a short skirt and heels with nylons is not enough, their must be some flair to the ensemble. By wearing a nice pair of thigh high nylons that are a nice flesh matching color and a black seam in the back, when I walk away I am the center of attention as my legs glide and my heels click softly on the floor; while eyes remain glued to the back of my thick, meaty and toned back side. For a brief moment of pause, I stop and bend slightly over to inspect my shoes and assure myself that I did not in fact step in something foul; this moment allows you yet another joy to add to your life that once again came from me! This joy is seeing the now peaking black lace ends of my panty house and the thin black rhinestone encrusted beginnings of my garter belt. Your mind riles with the excitement that one inch separates you from a view of the thong I have underneath; only you don’t know its a thong, you have no clue what it is which is the most enticing part of it all!

If a nylons doesn’t suit the day’s docket, then I love really long socks that end half way above the knee. The kind with nice soft colors and cotton that fit snug to the skin. When worn with a nice close toe small platform heel that lifts the ass just a little and makes it rounded and plump. Guys stare at these socks, wanting to touch and get as close to them as my flesh is. When you rub your leg against their nice warm facial skin, they feel the fluffy contours of the fine material pressing against them, then the inner warmth that my body streams out. You can watch as their eyes close slowly and these sad pathetic bastards drink in the smell of my body lotion and the freshly laundered socks. They absorb the smoothness of the sock flush with their forehead and their cock gets hard feeling the sock run across their face. When I take my leg of their face I get up and walk away; my skirt swaying back and forth as their eyes open quickly with the deep sensation of loss, as my silhouette disappears behind the doors and you realize your cock is reaching for what it will once more never touch!

Being in college, I have lots of silly little rituals that we do to get through the hustle and bustle of being a co ed. Taco Tuesday is one such day, yes lots of people have them but we truly enjoy them. We go to our favorite bar, Sherlocks, and order nice tall Long Island Ice Tea’s and eat tacos. Usually we get a few guys that will try and hit on us, but by that time Happy Hour is in full swing and its time for us to head to a Ladies Night a local club, free cover charge!

We shake our asses and get the boys nice and aroused by our nice tight bodies crashing into theirs. Only for us to walk away leaving them with a hard cock and no where to stick it. The hilarity is when they trot back over to us expect us to finish what we have started. I look them square in the eyes and lean forward and pout my nice glossy lips, getting right into their ear while reaching for their crotch. I then forcefully grab HARD and yank down in a swift motion only to whisper softy, “Like I have any interest in you, you little cocked sissy, now go crawl away Pig.” They back away stunned but most usually regain their confidence instantly (don’t all men) and reattempt their approach, I’m like a magnet.

This time they bring me a drink, which I readily accept and makes them think that they once again have a chance; when in reality they have no fat chance at me. To test the loyalty that they have already exhibited, I tell them to get down on the ground and kiss my open toed shoes and to suck on my big toe. This they do quickly and efficiently with out much of a fuss. Then I tell them that that was pathetic! They have to stay down there and pleasure me, in public for longer than the one minute want to. I tell them to strip them selves of their dignity or I’ll kick them in their tiny ball sack. Once again they comply with only a little bit of reluctance. I then follow this up with a demand for $100 or a Ben in order for me to continue allowing them to gunk up my view. This is make or break! If they refuse for one moment I drop them like a bad habit; however, if they give me what I deserve then POOF instant Taco Tueday Piggie!

Tuesday was so much fun, I went out with my girl friends and did some shoe shopping, then went to the tennis courts. I love nice warm Texas summers when I can sun bathe and work on my tan for free! I could sit all day and bask in the warm rays for hours, getting sweaty and smelly. All this after us girls doing a couple of heated matches of bouncing balls back and forth against a hard court, now doesn’t that not sound kinky? Well I had to get home cause I wouldn’t be caught dead having sweaty feet around a cute guy, I save them for my little subbies like you!

That is exactly what I did, I went home and called a loser to come over and suck on my toes and massage my heels. He sniffed my shoes first and rubbed my dirty socks across his nose and chest.

“Princess I wish to drown in your sweat!”, well duh little loser that is all your really good for. He proceeded to bathe my feet with his tongue and give me lots of praise, because well I deserve it. This foot boy is different though, he likes to gag on my foot. By pressing my toes down his gullet, he almost engulfs my feet with his jaws and then I can feel his muscles closing around the ball of my foot, then warm liquid barely grazes my feet, at which point I pull my foot out and laugh at his red face. Oh how I love to humiliate him, pointing out his cherry apple face and make him beg for more. I NEVER push him till he vomits but, I’m sure he comes very very close, and the silly fuck likes it!