Consensual Foot Torture
Published on Tuesday, November 8, 2006
This illustrated story was submitted by Jam.

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NOTE: Obviously we here at Great Feet do not condone actual
torture. However, we do recognize that people who are a part
of the BDSM culture practice torture scenes among
themselves. Still, it needs to be safe, sane, and consensual.

It was shining from a clear winter sky. I left work after lunch for a special meeting, and was sitting in my car driving east near Eskilstuna in Sweden.

It had been long time since I had any e-mail contact with Micke whom I had never met. We had been chatting about our  common interest, torture of feet. The e-mail contact had been broken, but after a half year he had sent me an e-mail suggesting that we arrange a meeting.

Micke has a special interest in my feet, and he's always had fantasies of torturing the soles of my feet, especially the heals. I gladly sent pictures of my feet to him, and wondered what he would do if we ever met. The problem was that he lives in the east of Sweden, and I'm on the other side. At that time the conversation was broken.

Now we could meet at a place not far from were I lived. I was little worried about what he might do to my feet, but I trusted him as a friend, and that's what friends are for. I had told him, "Okay, just do what you want in the maximum time of one hour. I trust you not to hurt me, except for my feet."

"Of course not! Except for your feet."

It was little tricky to find the place just outside the small town Eskilstuna. It was an old fashion house made of bricks. I was nervous, but pushed the button to the doorbell. After a while I heard footsteps, and the door was opened. An old women told me that Micke was running late.

She asked me to take off my coat and socks. I followed her into the kitchen were she was preparing a dinner. Then Micke arrived. We didn’t talk much during the dinner, and we ate the old woman insisted that I follow her into the kitchen to prepare the cheese and a dessert.

Micke went off to do some other things, and I wondered what he was doing. Did the woman know of Mickes special interests? And exactly what was Micke planning to do with my feet?

When we got back into the dining room, I was asked to sit in a sofa on my knees. The woman gave me small plates, the cheese, and the cakes. Micke put a wooden beam under my ankles, and tied up my feet with some rope. Now I was seriously worried, but I calmed down when the woman came in and smiled.
 

After being tied up, it was too late do any thing, so I just relaxed and let things happen.

We all started to eat the cake and cheese, but after a while Micke got some olive oil so that he could put it all over my feet. The Woman ignored everything Micke was doing ,and prepared the coffee.
 

When I tasted the coffee, Micke decided to get herbs, and put them all over my feet. The woman then told Micke that she didn't want to have herbs in her sofa or on the floor.
 

I was very confused, and asked if I could eat more cake. When I chewed the cake, I saw Micke with a sharp knife.
 

I couldn’t realize what was going on, so I took a sip coffee to help me relax.

Then he poked the knife into my heel, turning me on, and I yelled out, "Ouch! That's like a wasp sting!"
 
 
 

Micke continued with my other foot, and it seemed that he finally got what he wanted! So did I.