Didi – My Story
The History Behind a Foot Slut - Part 2

Published on Tuesday, June 29, 2010
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Hopefully you have read part 1 before moving on to this second part. If you haven’t yet, you should before reading this story. I’m going to tell this story in a slightly different way to my previous stories. I’m going to cut out the dialogue and just describe what was said instead.

When I got back from my European trip, I had come back having learnt a number of things. Firstly, that foot fetishism was really interesting and that I could get as much enjoyment out of it as the foot fetish guy. Secondly, apparently I’ve got really sexy feet. Thirdly, thong sandals are really comfortable when you give them a try and they make your feet look hot. Fourthly, red is the sexiest colour to paint your nails and that they can look very sexy if you grow them longer.

Now it was with this knowledge that I decided to explore the foot scene further. I came back to Australia with one pair of black ankle strap thongs. They were the comfiest sandals I’d ever had up to that point and they made my feet look as sexy as is possible. I had also come back with red toenails for the first time in my life and with the influence of my mum’s cousin Zoë; I had grown my toenails longer than ever before.

When I got home, I decided to go through my shoe collection, it wasn’t exactly comprehensive. I had two pairs of ballet flats, one pair of natural leather roman sandals (almost worn out) and one pair of running shoes. I knew that I’d have to buy some more sandals and I was so impressed with the thongs that Sam had bought me that I planned to buy more thong style sandals. The problem was that as it was September, it was too early in the southern hemisphere spring to buy sandals. I’d have to wait a couple more months and persevere with Sam’s thongs and my old worn out roman sandals if I was going to show my feet off.

Zoë had given me a gift when I left her after spending an enjoyable couple of weeks in her company. She gave me a gift bag and told me to wait until I got on the plane home to open it. I managed to keep my curiosity at bay and on the plane from London to Singapore I got the gift bag out and opened it up. Zoë had bought me some foot jewellery. There were two toe rings, a gold one and a silver one and a gold anklet. These days foot jewellery isn’t that popular anymore, but this was the nineties I’m talking about and toe rings and anklets were all the rage. I was pleased with her gift and the toe rings were especially cute, I put one on the second toe of each foot immediately.

So my foot exhibitionism had started. I wore the thongs everywhere, even though the weather wasn’t that warm yet. I grew my toenails even longer, they were well past the ends of my toes and I painted them a vibrant red. I went out and bought more toe rings. I’d wear one on every toe except my big toes. If I could have found rings that fitted, I’d have worn them on my big toes too! People began noticing my feet. It was mainly my friends, but nevertheless, my feet were being noticed and I liked it. Most people were complimentary, a few of my friends weren’t so sure and suggested that I’d become a gypsy girl. My mum told me my nails were too long (this coming from the woman who always had long red toenails) and I saw a few guys looking at my feet in shopping malls and other public places.

In the October, I’d gone out for the night with my friend Allison. We’d been to a couple of pubs and ended up in a nightclub. It was dancing in the nightclub, that I first met VL. Those of you that have read my earlier stories will know of VL. We co-wrote the story “Didi” and he also featured in “A very public footjob on a train”. We smiled at each other across the dance floor and he came over to talk to me. I noticed him glance at my feet and guessed (correctly in hindsight) that he may have a foot fetish. He was slim, with brown hair and blue eyes and good looking. We danced and kissed and ended up sitting in a quiet booth away from the dance floor. We had a lot in common and he was easy to talk to. We sat side by side in the booth and when I crossed my legs and brought my right foot up to rest it on my left knee, I saw him look down at it for a moment that was far longer than a glance. He reached out and started to rub my foot with his right hand as we spoke. His thumb slipped under the ball of my foot and he gently rubbed and massaged my foot. It felt great.

As the night went on, we continued getting to know each other sat out of the way in the nightclub. VL had virtually massaged my whole right foot as I sat with it crossed over my left knee. It was obvious that he was a foot guy. I actually asked him outright and he admitted that he had a strong foot fetish immediately. We spoke about his foot fetish and he told me that he had always had a thing for female feet. He told me that he had massaged a few girls feet before and that he’d had an experience with one of his friend’s mum, who had let him massage her feet and suck her toes. VL wrote about this story and sent it into greatfeet.com quite a few years ago; the story was called “Sandra the temptress”. Anyway, what he didn’t tell me as we chatted in the nightclub was that Sandra had sucked his cock and given him a footjob too. He told me that he particularly liked to see women wear thong sandals and although he liked them to wear any colour nail varnish, his favourite was most definitely red. He told me that my feet were fantastic and that he loved the look of the thongs and toe rings on each toe. He said my toenails were the sexiest (and longest) he’d ever seen.

He asked me why I chose to wear my nails like that and why I wore thongs and toe rings. I told him about my experience with Sam and the influence of Zoë on my foot style.

VL told me he’d love to give my feet a massage right there in the nightclub. My feet were pretty tired so I sat sideways on the seat and raised my feet up onto his lap. He gently slipped my sandals off and placed them carefully on the seat next to him. We continued to talk about our lives and interests as he started massaging my feet. The look of devotion on his face was quite obvious as he looked down at my feet as his skilled hands gently but firmly rubbed my left foot. Just as he’d finished with my left and moved onto my right foot, Allison came over to where we sat to tell me she had bumped into some friends and was about to leave to go to a party at our mutual friend Wendy’s house. VL and Allison recognised each other and even as they talked, VL never stopped massaging my right foot. It turns out that we were all at the same school, in the same year even. Allison and VL had been in the same Science classes for about three years. VL and I had no recollection of each other at school. But that’s not really surprising as there were probably about 300 pupils in each year and a total of about 1500 at the school.

Allison lent over and whispered in my ear that VL was a decent bloke and that he was very genuine and that I’d be safe in his company. With that she left us to go to the party.

VL and I continued to enjoy each others company and of course his massage and my feet. He finished with my right foot and gently slipped the sandal back onto it. He picked up my other sandal and was about to slip it onto my left, when he paused and brought it up to his face. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He started licking the insole of my sandal right there in a crowded night club. I looked around and nobody was paying any attention to us, it was quite remarkable. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing and watched with interest as VL thoroughly licked the entire insole of my sandal. He didn’t seem to care if anyone saw him and I watched him for well over a minute licking my foot sweat from the sandal. Once he had licked the insole completely, he licked the toe post and underside of the straps, and then he calmly and gently slipped it back onto my foot as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just giggled and smiled sheepishly at him. He apologised saying that he hoped he hadn’t offended me. I told him that I wasn’t offended, just a little surprised at what he’d just done. I asked him if he had enjoyed the taste and smell of my sandal and he told me that it was wonderful. My feet were still on his lap so I reached over and slipped off my right sandal and passed it to him, indicating that I was happy for him to do the same to that sandal too. He didn’t need any further encouragement as he immediately got to work licking that sandal too. I watched with a mixture of interest and amusement as he energetically licked every millimetre of the insole and straps. Still nobody had appeared to have noticed us. Well at least nobody seemed to be paying any attention to my feet up on VL’s lap and the fact that he’d just licked both of my sandals clean.

We had a couple more drinks and even went for the last dance on the dance floor. The lights came on and people started leaving the club. VL asked me where I lived and when I told him, it turns out he lived in the next suburb. He was planning to walk home, telling me it would take him about 40 minutes. He asked me if he could walk me home and as I was closer to the club, it would probably take about 25 minutes. I agreed with his idea and thought it would be a good chance to get to know him a little bit more. We talked about lots of things as we walked, I kept seeing him look down at my feet and I knew the conversation would turn to feet again.

VL told me that he’d love to lick my feet and suck my toes, just as he had with my sandals. I told him that I would love to experience that. We walked to within a couple of streets of my house when we came across a bus stop with a bench. We looked at each other and instantly knew that this was where he would suck my toes. I sat on the bench and VL kneeled in front of me. I crossed my legs and my left foot was dangling in front of his face. He slowly and gently slipped my left sandal off and placed it onto the bench. He gently cupped my foot, his right hand under the arch and his left behind my ankle and heel. He leaned closer and started licking the top of my foot. His tongue was really warm, but not very wet. He licked all over the top of my foot and toes and then moved on to lick the gaps in between my toes. He then started sucking my toes, starting with the little toe and slowly moving from toe to toe until my big toe was in his mouth. He sucked the big toe for as long as he’d sucked the smaller ones in total. He sat back on his heels and released my big toe from his mouth. I asked him what he thought and he told me that my foot was so tasty, my toes tasted wonderful and he asked me if he could lick my sole. I told him to go for it.

I was really enjoying the way he treated my foot. I had enjoyed the way Sam had licked and sucked my feet in England, but I have to say that the way VL did it was so much more sensual. I could tell that he had sucked toes before and that he knew exactly what he wanted from my feet. I really enjoyed what he did and I even began to feel sexual about it. I was getting wet in my pussy as he licked my sole all over. He finished with my left foot and slipped the sandal back onto it. I recrossed my legs so that it was my right foot in front of his face. He repeated with my right foot exactly what he’d done with my left. By the time he had finished with it and slipped my sandal back on, I was so horny and wet. I started thinking about fucking him. He sat on the bench to the left of me and put his arm around me. He told me that he would remember that day for the rest of his life. He thought my feet were the ultimate feet. He said that they looked gorgeous and tasted as good as they looked.

I reached over and rubbed my hand up his thigh until I reached his crotch. His cock felt hard and erect through his trousers. We started to kiss passionately. I realised that I was probably kissing my own foot sweat off him, but I didn’t care, what he had done to my feet felt amazing and had turned me on completely. I turned slightly towards him and reached over with my right hand, I unzipped his fly and slid my hand into his trousers. His cock felt big and hard. Now I know his cock to be average in length at about six inches long and very thick at the base, but that first time I had grabbed it, I thought it was huge. This was probably because my previous boyfriend Fred had a rather small cock that was probably just over four inches long and quite slim.

I reached into his boxer shorts and felt his naked, warm, hard cock for the first time. Using my left hand I pushed his boxer shorts down below his balls and manoeuvred his cock out of his fly. I started to wank his cock with my right hand. He too turned slightly towards me and reached his left arm around my right hand playing with his cock and pushed his hand up under my dress, he slid his fingers into the leg opening of my knickers and flicked my wet clitoris with the tip of one of his fingers. I shook all over with excitement. Using the tip of one of his fingers he started rubbing my now soaking wet clitoris quickly and firmly. I moaned even as we continued to kiss passionately. After a short while, I orgasmed and came even more over his fingers. He pulled his hand out from under my dress and gently rubbed my thigh with it.

We stopped kissing as I concentrated on giving the best possible hand job to his cock. I looked down at it and it looked so pretty, so suck-able. I loved how it felt in my hand. He told me that I’d have to stop unless I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to cum so much that I actually sped up my wanking action. A sudden urge then came over me that I desperately wanted to suck his cock and have him cum in my mouth. These days I’d pretty much suck any cock that is put in front of me, but back then I wasn’t the sort of girl to suck a guy’s cock the first day I had met him. It had taken me about three months to get around to sucking Fred’s cock.

I felt totally different in VL’s company. The fact that he’d massaged my feet and licked my sandals clean in the nightclub and then gone down on his knees and kissed, licked and sucked my feet on a bus stop bench made me want to do something special for him. Also the fact that he’d made me cum so easily with his finger meant that my previous rules about what to do with guys went out of the window. And the fact that his cock was the sexiest (and biggest) I’d seen at that stage in my life.

Just as VL had done for me, I got up and then kneeled down in front of him. I rested my hands and forearms on his thighs, I lowered my head towards his erect and engorged cock and I sucked it greedily into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down and swirled my tongue around as I energetically sucked his beautiful cock. He told me that he was about to cum. I kept sucking. His cum started to shoot into my mouth and like never before, I sucked harder and faster and swallowed as quickly as I could. I kept sucking and swallowing until his cock stopped oozing cum and he asked me to stop, saying it was all getting a little too much for him to handle. I pulled my head back and looked down at his cute cock. I reached out with my right hand and gently griped it and slowly rubbed up and down a couple of times. A tiny amount of cum oozed out of his cockhead and sat on the tip glistening in the street lights. I bent forward again and gently licked off this last drop of cum. I slowly ran the tip of my tongue around the rim of his cockhead. VL sighed as I did this. I had enjoyed myself so much I have no idea if anyone had gone past us as we played with each other on the bench, for all I know cars had driven past, maybe even a few people had walked past.

We sorted ourselves out and continued on our walk home. VL dropped me at my parent’s front door and kissed me passionately on the lips. I was wondering if he could taste his own cum, I couldn’t taste my own feet, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t taste his cum, after all I could still taste it in my mouth and I have to say it tasted amazing. We talked about seeing each other again and VL asked if he could pick me up the next day and take me to the cinema. I went to bed happy that night, I had met a guy who was charming and kind and was totally into my feet. He also had an amazing cock, so I couldn’t wait to see him again.

The following day, VL picked me up as arranged to take me to the cinema. I of course had put my only pair of thongs on again and I had checked my toe nails for any touch ups required well before he had arrived. They looked good, so I just applied a fresh topcoat and buffed them to make them as shiny as possible. VL had told me on the way home the previous night that he had always liked the gypsy look on a girl. I had gone through my wardrobe and found a gypsy style floaty patchwork skirt I hadn’t worn for a while. I just put on a plain white long sleeve blouse that I had, which finished off the look perfectly. I put on lots of eye makeup, red lipstick and applied red nail varnish to my fingernails. I also put on all of toe rings again, knowing that gypsies like to wear them. He would be in for a treat when he picked me up!

VL came to the door and when I answered he looked me up and down and told me I looked absolutely stunning, the sexiest gypsy girl he’d ever seen no less! I got into his battered old Fiat car and we headed off to the cinema. We watched the film “Get Shorty”, but I don’t really remember much about the film. We had sat in the back row in the corner and the theatre was unusually quiet. About half way through the film I turned sideways on the seat and placed my feet onto VL’s lap. He massaged my feet gently without removing my thongs. He could pretty much get to every part of my feet anyway with these thongs. Below is an old pic of my feet in these thongs to give you an idea off how accessible my feet where in them.

(The photo above is already at its largest size)

It wasn’t long before he lifted my left foot up to his face and began licking it all over. He licked all over the top and slid his tongue under my foot and licked my sole whilst still in the sandal. He licked between my toes before lowering my foot down and repeating his tongue bath on my right foot. I loved the way he licked my feet, it was so sensual and erotic. The movie ended and we headed back to my parents house.

My parents, with it being the weekend were working at the restaurant and my sister Amy was at her friend’s house, so our house was empty. I invited VL inside and we got a drink and sat down in the lounge. I saw him looking at a pair of my mum’s thongs that she’d left on the floor. He asked me if they were mine and stupidly I said they were. As quick as a flash, he went over and picked them up. They were my mum’s house thongs that she used to wear for work until they became a bit worn and untidy looking for the restaurant. They were white leather with a two inch wedge heel.

VL told me that he loved they way they looked. To me they looked like they would fall apart at any moment. The insoles were almost worn through to the outer sole, her sole and toe prints were deep and the white leather was stained with my mum’s foot sweat after years of use.  Before I could stop him he started licking the insole of the left one. I realised it was too late, so I let him continue. He licked it all over and moved onto the right one. He sat down next to me and told me that they had tasted wonderful. He asked me how long I had worn them. I relented and told him that they were my mum’s after all and that she’d had them for about five years. He apologised, saying he hoped he hadn’t offended me. I told him I didn’t mind. He said that they had tasted stronger than mine the night before but a very similar taste. Then a look of horror came over his face before he asked me to reassure him that my mum had nice feet. I told him that her feet were every bit as sexy as mine, to which he told me that was impossible. He asked me if I had ever worn my mum’s thongs and I told him that I’d never tried them even though we had the same size feet. I knew what he wanted. He wanted to see my feet in her thongs. I was happy to oblige, I slipped off my own thongs and stepped into my mum’s battered old white wedge thongs. I walked up and down the room like I was on a catwalk and asked him what he thought. He told me I looked fantastic and got down on his knees for a closer look.

I kicked off my mum’s thongs and put them back where VL had found them and slipped my thongs back on. I told VL to be patient and went to get the only other pair of sandals I owned. My worn out natural leather roman sandals. I brought them back and dropped them onto VL’s knees. I told him that they were the only other sandals that I had and told him that I wanted him to clean them for me. I sat down next to him and watched intently as he licked both sandals all over, he struggled to get at the insole because of all the straps, but he managed it anyway. I could see he had a hard on through his trousers. So as he licked my sandals clean, I bent over, undid his fly and pulled out his gorgeous cock. Now I could see it in the daylight I realised just how cute it was. I wasted no time in getting down on it and sucking him. After a few minutes he told me that my roman sandals were clean. So I stopped sucking and asked him what he wanted to do. He told me he wanted me to put the roman sandals on, so I stood up and swapped sandals. VL stood up too and I looked down at his erect cock, it was still wet where I had been sucking it. I wanted to suck it some more so I handed him my thongs, thinking that he wanted to lick them too, but he just handed the right one straight back to me. He then slipped the left one over his cock so that his cock was where my big toe should be and he then pulled the ankle strap tight so that it pulled up under his balls. Wow, I never thought such a thing could be so sexy. His cock looked even sexier in my thong than my foot did.

I reached out and tried to pull it off his cock so that I could resume sucking him, but it held firm, that ankle strap was so tight around his balls and his cock was so erect and far through the thong strap that it didn’t even move. He just stood there with his hands behind his back and my thong firmly fixed to his cock and balls. I asked him what he wanted me to do with the right thong and he told me that he wanted me to slap his cock whilst it was in the left thong using only the right one. He told me that he’d always wanted to experience his cock being slapped with a sandal sole and thought that the other sandal would offer a bit of protection. What he didn’t tell me at the time was that the experience he’d had with his friend’s mum Sandra, involved her slapping his cock with one of her sandals. He also failed to mention the blowjob and footjob
She’d performed on him.

I was happy to oblige, it seemed like a fun and exciting thing to do. So I gripped the heel end of my right sandal in my right hand and with the front of the sole pointing towards his cock, I slapped him slowly but firmly. He told me it felt good and asked me to continue slapping. I did as he’d asked and kept slapping, the sole of my right thong was really only connecting with the sole of my left one, his cock and balls were well protected from a direct slap. Even though his cock was avoiding direct contact from my sandal, it was turning redder with every slap. He asked me to go harder and faster, so I did and in between slaps, I could see his cock was throbbing. I had been slapping him for about five minutes when all of a sudden, with no warning from him, his cock started spurting cum up in the air. All I could think was that his cum was going to go all over my parent’s lounge room carpet. I acted quickly, I dropped the right sandal to the floor and bent forward and sucked his erupting cockhead into my mouth and sucked what cum he was still spurting. Once I was satisfied he had stopped, I pulled my head back and looked down at the carpet. There was just one small strip of cum right in front of where he stood. I kneeled down and scraped it up with my finger and fed it into my mouth. Luckily I’d got to it before it had seeped into the carpet fibres.

Still kneeling in front of him and with my head at the same level as his cock, I looked up at him. I was feeling a mixture of anger at what he’d just done and pleasure at what I’d just done to him. I told him that in future he’d have to tell me if he was going to cum, not just spray it all over my parent’s house. He apologised and said he didn’t realise he was that close to shooting his load. I reached out and undid the ankle strap of my left thong from under his balls. I then pulled the sandal off of his cock. The strap must have been trapping some cum, because as soon as the sandal was off his cock, cum started oozing out of his cockhead again. Just as I had the night before, I bent forward and licked off this final drop before it could drip onto the carpet again. VL tucked his cock away and pushed me back towards the sofa. I sat down and he kneeled down in front of me. He slid his hands up and under my skirt and pulled down my knickers and slid them all the way down my legs before taking them off completely. He then got hold of my calves and pulled my legs up over his head, before placing my feet onto his shoulders. He then pushed my skirt up out of the way and buried his head in my crotch. He started licking and nibbling my clitoris, it wasn’t long before I’d orgasmed. He was (and still is) so good at giving oral, he was also so spontaneous and exciting.

In the short time I’d known him at this point he’d already massaged my feet and licked my sandals in a nightclub; licked my feet, sucked my toes and fingered me to a climax on a park bench; massaged and licked my feet in a cinema; licked a pair of my mum’s sandals clean before encouraging me to model them for him; licked my old pair of roman sandals clean before asking me to model them for him too; encouraged me to slap his cock with one of my thongs while the other was perched on his cock; finally he’d gone down on my pussy and licked and  nibbled me to orgasm. And that’s not mentioning that he’d cum in my mouth twice in less than 24 hours. Our relationship had certainly got off to a passionate (and foot orientated) start.

I pulled my knickers back on and swapped my sandals over again, putting my thongs back on. Then I took my old roman sandals back to my room. When I got back to the lounge with fresh drinks, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. VL was sat on the sofa with one of my mum’s thongs up to his face licking it again. The other one was on his knee. He didn’t even stop as I sat down next to him, he just kept licking it. Once he’d finished licking it all over for a second time, he picked up the other one and was about to lick that one too. I told him that enough was enough and I’d get annoyed if he didn’t stop. He took the sandals back to where he’d got them from and gently placed them on the floor. He then sat down next to me again and put his arm around me telling me that he was sorry, but he hadn’t been able to resist licking my mum’s sandals again.

I wondered at the time whether he was just a little bit too much of a foot fetishist. We did go on to have a reasonably good relationship for a couple of years, he even calmed down his raging foot fetishism a bit, but we were never going to get married or anything. We do however remain firm friends (and friends with benefits for that matter).

This concludes part 2 of my story, in part 3, I will tell you about my growing foot fetish along side VL and how I started to give footjobs and build such a varied and impressive thong sandal collection.