My Life as a Foot Fetishist (Explicit)

When she was getting ready to go out, my mother used to let me sit on her bed and rest my back against the ruffled shams of her soft pink room, and I’d watch her engage in her ritualistic preparation, from the moment she turned on the light in front of her dressing table mirror, to her last gesture, the slipping of her foot into her shoe.

I didn’t understand my feelings, and felt confused by my desire to take her stockings, slide them over my hands and arms, and stroke my bare skin there on her bed; I would often pretend she had a microscopic smudge on her pumps and race behind her with a tissue to rub it off before allowing her to leave, finding some solace in performing this little ritual of my own invention.

My parents were generous with me where money is concerned, and in college I dated a girl whom I was able to convince after a few indulgent gifts and a particularly luxurious dinner to allow me to remove her shoes and rub her wide, sturdy feet – you have heard of reflexology, which I deftly used to blur her boundaries, and although I was more interested in having her put her stocking over her hand and jack me off, it was clear she expected a fuck.

Luckily she was limber and wearing nail polish, so I had her rest her feet on my shoulders and I turned my head and kissed her instep, which gave me the starch to pound out a modest orgasm.

Most of my interactions with women have followed this pattern, although once during a trip overseas I hired a pair of prostitutes and watched them rub each other’s pussies with their feet; I found this to be less gratifying than I had imagined, and finally accepted the fact that nothing works for me like simple worship.

My search for an ideal partner continues - like a queen, she will quietly and peacefully give me permission to do the many things I want to do (that I leave to your imagination), she will never buy a pair of shoes without my input, and she will not be ticklish.

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Comment by Teresa on February 10, 2013 at 8:58pm

"...which I deftly used to blur her boundaries..." and "...and kissed her instep, which gave me the starch to pound out a modest orgasm."  OMG, can't stop laughing.  This is so well written, that I want to love somebody's feet!  Faved.

Comment by Angela on February 10, 2013 at 6:15pm

Gita - It does not matter to me, but it does to those folks who categorize such things.  You are correct that podophilia (foot fetishism) is a form of partialism.  The are many varieties of partialists, armpits, amputee stumps, etc. It's a wide sorld out there.

Joey and I did some research, of course, but neither of us feel authoritative.  We mainly did an exercise in visiting someone else's head.

Comment by Robert Crisman on February 10, 2013 at 4:20pm

This was great. I'm no foot fetishist, but I'd like to find a limber girl myself! I think this series is going to knock the roof off of some people's bedrooms around here. Faved.

Comment by Robert Crisman on February 10, 2013 at 3:03pm

Fetishism is the investiture of power in an object by the fetishist that the object does not possess on its own.

Comment by Joey Delgado on February 10, 2013 at 2:47pm

You constantly surprise me with hoe far you will go. I love how the narrator 'was more interested in having her put her stocking over her hand and jack [him] off.' Love the trip over the seas. You have kicked off this series by wonderfully jumping in feet first. 

I also appreciate that you talked about the narrator not understanding his feelings. I think that's true with a lot of things in regards to sexuality. Not just fetishists. Great work.

Comment by Gita on February 10, 2013 at 2:45pm

Is there a difference between a fetish and partialism? Someone once told me that fixation on a body part is partialism and that only an object (shoe, white cotton panties as in Elvis' case) is a fetish. Does it matter?

Comment by Stephen Torelli on February 10, 2013 at 1:04pm

I remember a kid in our neighborhood many years ago who seemed to love feet and asked if he could play with our toes, yet we always said no and he stopped asking. And I'm sure he is better off than many other wannabes, you know, the normal kids who became gangsters.  

Comment by Angela on February 10, 2013 at 12:41pm

Adrian - I suppose our character could be a girl.  It is not unheard of, but it is very rare.

Sir - In our research we found that nearly all fetishists require a great deal of passisvity from one of the partners, so you are indeed spot-on.

Comment by Adrian George Nicolae on February 10, 2013 at 3:58am

I get the feeling that your character is a girl.

Well written piece.

Comment by Mike Handley on February 9, 2013 at 10:34pm

Completely plausible and very well imagined and written, milady. I especially like the thought, and I believe it to be true, that your protagonist pines for a partner he can use almost like an inanimate and malleable Gumby doll. And "not ticklish" ... of course!!!

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