Goddess Mikayla and her Beautiful Soul(s) at greatfeet.com - A Great Feet Foot Fetish Story Publication

Author's note: This true story happened to me, back in 2008, when I was in the NYC area. Enjoy!

So I was really getting into photography, perfecting my style and just getting into video editing as well. I made friends with a guy who would become one of my closest brothers and who taught me everything he knew at the time about photo and video editing, as well as Photoshop.

Then one day, while watching TV, I saw this ad that was advertising on the Travel Channel and in learning how to shoot video in the format they used on many of their popular TV shows at the time. The cost was worth it and it took place over three days, Friday through Sunday and so, everything lined up where I had both the money and time to be able to take it. I remember distinctly that it was offered on multiple dates and how I changed the enrollment date at the last moment. That one decision would go on to make this true life story to become a part of my many experiences.

So I’m in NYC, have my coffee in hand, heading towards the address listed for the class and as I’m approaching my final destination, I look over to my left and see this gorgeous, 6’4”, statuesque and tan looking beauty, standing in the doorway of a hotel across the street. I take a last swig from my cup and immediately b-line directly towards and walk right up to her.

I’m smiling at her and she’s smiling at me, to which I lower my sunglasses and say, “You’re Mikayla Miles, yes?” (More of a statement as I’d recognize her and her sexy feet anywhere) “What brings you to NYC if you don’t mind my asking… doing a shoot?” She laughs and says, “Wow, I feel like a celebrity. And you are?” as she sticks out her hand and I kiss it instead of giving her a handshake.

“I’m “Jack” and I love your work. I’m actually here for a few days, taking a video class with The Travel Channel” and as I told her this and before I could say anything else, she excitedly tells me that she’s there for the same class and how cool is that we should meet up like this? She said she was just about to walk over there and unfortunately could only get a hotel stay for Thursday at this hotel, just across the street from the class; so it would seem, once again, that my timing was quite perfect.

What was even funnier was the doorman who looked at us both, listening to the entire exchange and then says to us, “Well, I feel out of the loop here as I’ve seen many celebrities here in NYC, but I don’t know who you are miss. As for you (pointing at me), that was the smoothest and most direct approach I’ve ever seen a man make walking towards a woman. I saw you coming down the street and you literally stopped and turned to walk right towards her. Do you know each other?”

We both laugh and she tells him that she never met me before as I chimed in and said that I simply recognized her from the internet to which he replied, “Wow, you have good eyes”. Yeah, something like that I laughed inside.

As we walked across the street, towards our class, I told her, “He would probably be even more taken aback if we told him exactly how it is that I truly recognized you, even without your beautiful feet waving at me down the street which would have caught everyone’s attention.” She laughed and said, “Well, you did catch me off guard and I did feel special at that moment. You literally came up to me like a true fan.”

So we make it to the Travel Channel class and she decides to sit in one of the seats closer to the door. They had long conference tables and chairs which were arranged in a letter “C” configuration, so that the speaker or teacher could talk to the entire class, while having space to walk around in front of each student and be able to use the projector in the middle of the room which sat on a small table so that they were able to show us examples of video techniques we’d be using.

She asks if I’d like to sit next to her, but I decline and tell her, “I’m a bad boy who likes to sit towards the back, but I’d love to talk with you at break or maybe get lunch together after?” She smiles and says that that sounds good and good luck and I wished her the same.

But let’s be honest here, there were two reasons why I chose the back row facing front. An unobstructed view of her sexy legs and feet, wearing flip-flops and which I knew I would be staring at the entire time as they crossed, flexed and dangled the entire time, as most women do in the summer time, along with every other woman on either side as well. Sure enough, I wasn’t disappointed and could easily sneak (read as stare) at her feet the entire time.

The class begins, going over the basics of videography, as well as fundamental photography skills which covered field of view and depth, f/stop, perspective and so on. Then we got to see a breakdown of methods used in television and in particular, how the Travel Channel (who also do those awesome shows on the Food Network) uses a magic formula of shots and angles, over and over and over again, all which draw the viewer in each time. It was amazing to now see why people are so addicted to TV, seeing it broken down like this, and then how we’d be able to take any mundane subject or topic and turn it into something interesting. Not only that, but they gave us all a video camera and said, “When you go to lunch, don’t come back here, but we want you to go and shoot something and apply the technique we’ve taught you here. Be back by 3PM so you can start editing and writing a script for it so you can record your voiceover tomorrow morning in the sound booths we have set up.”

Ironically, I wound up choosing a shoe repair store and it really wasn’t half bad for a first attempt and what the class produced as a whole. The teacher even asked me where I learned a specific technique I used which he said was taught in their advanced video class and so I teased him in front of everyone saying, “From watching 60 Minutes for over 30 years” to which he was highly amused. Funny because he was the chief video editor for 60 Minutes, having won numerous awards over the years in journalism as a result and I read up on him before attending the class that week.

So I’m about to walk out the door and Mikayla tells me that she wanted to have lunch, but had to find a hotel for that night through Sunday, as check out was at 3PM so she had to move quickly. I told her I understood and that maybe we can shoot for dinner instead when class was over. She liked this idea and so, we headed out on separate ways. Came back to class around 3pm; begin editing my project as did everyone else in class. Mikayla might not have been the only beauty sporting flip-flops, but she was the one I wanted to get to know the best after class was over.

Class was done for the day and as I’m heading towards the door, I ask her, “You hungry?” and she tells me that she’s starving and if we can find somewhere that had good pizza, saying that it’s hard to find good pizza the further away from NYC you are and I honestly have to agree with her there. We make our way to a pizzeria that had good reviews online and not too far from where she managed to get a hotel only a few blocks away. I remember what we had too… a Hawaiian pizza with ham and pineapples, which is sacrilege for most Italians (if my mother or aunts knew, I would have been in trouble as that’s the Italian side of the family), but I always enjoyed ham with pineapple or applesauce on its own so, this pie turned out to actually be really good and my first Hawaiian pizza too.

We sat there and got better acquainted, talking about life, a bit about each other’s past, what we were going to do with our skills from this class and so on as the mozzarella stretched and made a mess and we laughed and had a good time. I confessed to her that I had always been an admirer of her feet and seeing them up close and in class was a dream come true. I even offered her a foot massage which she said she was always up for and if I was really good at it, even better.

As we finished dinner, I was trying to figure out what else we could do that evening as the night was still young (about 7:30pm at that point) but just then I get a text from my buddy (the film guy I mentioned at the start of the story) who said there was a party he wanted me to attend and that we were picking up girls to come with. Mikayla was great, but, the fun and trouble I had when he said there was a party to go to and it was always a VIP or private affair so…

“Hey listen, my brother just called and said he needed me. Would you mind if maybe we get together again tomorrow after class, if you don’t have anything planned?” I asked her. She was totally cool and said she was actually tired and had wanted to unpack and relax at the other hotel she booked. She said that a foot massage would be great, but she’d probably pass right out if so.

“***Danger Will Robinson, Danger, Danger!***” was all I could hear going off in my head as I LOVED sleepy foot fetish play. However, I didn’t know her that well and I wasn’t going to push my luck and ruin any further chances. I told her we could go out for a nice dinner and that I could call ahead and see who could get us a reservation somewhere good as I had many connections around town. She was good with that and we hugged and parted ways again.

My brother and I had been out partying until around 4am and crashing at some girl’s house in the city as it didn’t make sense to go back to Jersey and then drive back again with traffic only a few hours later. I woke up at 7:15am, left my brother my car keys (an 02’ MB E55 AMG and part of the good old partying days) and a note which read, “Worst case scenario, you pick me up later tonight or I take the train back and you pick me up at a station. Best case scenario, I don’t come home tonight, lol.” He knew the bro’s code and with that, I made my way to class, grabbing a muffin and coffee for breakfast. I manage to make it to class, say hello to her, was half awake and thinking there was no way I was going to make it through the day.

Well, I made it through that morning, with strong coffee and Mikayla’s feet (and a few other feet keeping me hypnotically awake with all the dangling) having finally finished our video from the day before. We then had to announce our final assignment on what we were going to shoot for our final film project that afternoon which would then be completed and presented on Sunday.

Believe me when I say it was SO funny to see the looks on everyone’s faces when the teacher got to Mikayla and she announced, “Amazon wrestling” to which he replied, “Really? That’s going to be interesting.” When he got to me, I told him, “A piece on Joe Franklin” and he says, “How do you know Joe Franklin?” and I laughed and told him, “I told you, I’m old school. I know all the greats.” The class was a bit confused until he told them that they all knew who Joe Franklin was but didn’t know it at the same time. He then pulled up a photo of him on the internet which he displayed from the projector and everyone said, “Ahh, yeah, I know who he is now.” My friend had introduced me to quite a few celebs and so, many doors were opened as a result of it.

I told Mikayla that it looked like it was going to be a long day, but if she was still up for getting dinner afterwards... She said, “Let’s play it by ear and see how the day goes. I wound up staying up too late last night, thinking about what I was going to shoot today for class and then I got a call from a client who wanted to do “a session” so. He agreed to let me film it and I get to make $250 while doing my film project.” I laughed and said, “Wow, lucky you, lol! I was up late too so yeah, let’s see how the day goes, I feel ya completely,” and we both left to go to lunch and get our projects done.

3pm came around and she comes back with a huge smile on her face and saying that the video recording went really well and that the wrestling gave her an energy boost and some hunger. She said she definitely wanted to go out to eat after and so with that, I got a boost as well and was getting excited of where things might go later on that evening. Having finished our project earlier that morning from the day before, we each presented it to the class, got it critiqued and then told that the entire day tomorrow, Sunday, would be spent editing and finalizing our final project. A 1 hour lunch, unless we wanted to stay and keep working, but that all work would be done by 2pm.

I shot my friend a message and asked him if he was coming back into the city that night and he said he had only just got home an hour earlier and was going to crash hard. Told me he’d leave the house at 9pm and be back in the city to pick me up around 10:30-11pm unless I called him off. I texted back, “Perfect! See you then!” and focused on the remainder of class.

Well, we didn’t wind up finishing until 5:30pm that night as the presentations ran a bit longer so we were both pretty hungry now. She asked if she could go freshen up at the hotel she was at and I told her no problem, I’ll call my friend and let him know we’re coming over to his restaurant around 7pm.

We went to dinner, had a good time, then called another friend so we could have drinks and desert at the Hawaiian Tropic (the Cheesecake lollipops tree were awesome!). I then wound up giving her a psychic reading (I was successfully practicing at that time) and told her some things about her future that had her stunned. She couldn’t believe that I knew about her and what I knew. I won’t give away private details here, but, it did all come to pass, just like I had said, over the course of the next 6 years as a result. This might have been where we connected and became true friends at that moment.

After that, we were both tired but I asked if I could walk her back to the hotel and give her that foot massage I mentioned the day before and how I would much I’d enjoy it as well. She agreed and so we made our way there and where she was staying. She changed her clothes, comes back into the room and proceeds to lie on the bed, to where I then got on my knees and started to massage her feet. Talk about large… HUGE… But gorgeous, curvy, smooth, well defined and perfect. No blemishes or marks or hair or veins or bunions, just gorgeous, large Goddess feet. I then reached into my pocket as my wallet and digital camera was bugging me and as I placed them on the table in the corner I asked, “Could I take some photos of both you and your gorgeous feet? You can use them for your website if you like?” She smiled and said, “Of course!”

Well, as always, I always like to provide proof whenever I can and this was the result of that shoot (see attached photos). It wasn’t a camera like I used later on for a living, no flash or scrims or bounces for my flash. I just shot it with a look of “amateur photo fun in a hotel room with two consenting and playful adults” in mind and I think I captured exactly that. I had her laughing at one point, standing on the edge of the bed or the table which I dragged near to get some aerial shots of her full body pose and pretended to almost fall off of.

I would have taken more, and video, applying lotion or babyoil, except… my camera died! I never had a chance to charge it from the action from the night before and so, I only managed to capture a few dozen photos. But they would go on to make rounds on the internet and to become a favorite by quite a few foot guys and fans of hers as a result. With that, I stepped down off the table, rubbed them a bit more then told her, “I’ve always fantasized of being at your feet. Can I worship them?” and she said the best two words ever…

“Of course,” smiling and dangling her one foot in front of my face as it crossed her long, gorgeous leg, one over the other. I immediately started to caress, smell, kiss and lick her soles and toes for all its worth. I made jokes telling her that I needed a bottle of water or a damp sponge like they use for stamps at a post office as this was a lot of feet to worship. She was laughing when I pretended that I could only lick half way up her sole saying, “Water…” acting like I was parched and crawling in the desert.

My cellphone started buzzing and I realized that I never told my friend not to come pick me up. I had the ringer off but the vibrating text read, “I’m almost at the Lincoln Tunnel, where am I picking you up?” Texted him the address up the street (easier one way to drive to as NYC can be hell) and let Mikayla know that I had to get home and get some sleep so that I could make it through class the following day. She agreed and thanked me for the reading, dinner, massage and photos. Like I said, she’s an amazing woman; real, and worth having a friendship with. With that, I left for the night.

The final day in class was fun and funny, with tons of buzz about Mikayla’s project and whenever one of the assistants would come back in and give the teacher an update on how everyone was doing. If memory serves me, this was a bit of a big deal in that, she had been pretty private about that aspect of her life and so, sharing this in a video like this was a “big step” (pun intended) into the next chapter of her life as a Foot Goddess and more.

Her project didn’t fail to deliver and she even told the class… and I quote, “Jack knows about my lifestyle. He actually spotted me on the street the first morning and walked right up to me to introduce himself.” Talk about being outed a bit (even though they were all strangers to me), but it was all good.

We continued to be friends, from a distance, as she lived way out West and would keep in touch and let me know when she was coming out to the NYC area. Our schedules lined up on more than one occasion although I later became involved with other endeavors and business dealings and a 2nd marriage (the one I brought to the foot party and who was super cool about my fetish. Another story coming up soon) raising my son from the first and so, as you all know, we all get caught up in the moment of what we are doing and focus on from time to time, while losing touch with others.

Sadly, we don’t talk anymore as I’ve cut my ties with everyone in those circles, and others, as the things I’ve invested my time and energy into these days doesn’t allow for or include that lifestyle, if that makes any sense. That and other pursuits have become of greater interest and so, I’m only back and sharing for the next few days. More like purging, my hard drives of photos and memories (all of the L.A. fetish scene and Ed Fox shoots and stuff that was SO painful to hit delete on), but it was cathartic at the same time.

Final note though, Mikayla is back on the fetish scene, looking as beautiful a Goddess as always, but I haven’t made the effort to reach out to her and get involved again with that life, or hers. Knowing we had a deep friendship, sharing and exchanges over the years is good enough for me, just as was any other chapters of life which eventually we come to an end and turn the page on.

And if by any chance she should be reading this, “You were always my favorite Goddess. Genuine, strong and real! I think that I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a Tree.”

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