Our Submissive Guest of Honor's Sexy Feet

Published early as a preview here in our chat forum on Tuesday, July 14, 2020.
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Out of the blue quite suddenly in a private Facebook message, she asked, "Have you had any foot fetish fun lately?"

She had known about my foot fetish for quite some time as I mentioned in my story, "Is This How You'd Like To Play With My Wife?" But as I wrote about it back then, nothing really came of it. In fact, much to my dismay, our private chats never got sexual. It made me think that her husband never told her who I was when he surprised her with me after he had blindfolded her, and tied her up to a chair in a hotel room.

Initially, he and I had decided not to reveal my identity. It seems that he hadn't, and I certainly didn't tell her that I had been the one to surprise her. After all, our Facebook friendship was otherwise normal, so I didn't want to lose what we enjoyed online.

Unfortunately for me, the time I surprised her in that hotel room was the 1st and only time I had the privilege of playing with her. Everything seemed to have gone quite well, which is why I thought I'd get to "surprise" her again. She obviously enjoyed herself with multiple orgasms, and her husband seemed very pleased. But except for a reply or two afterward to let me know that they had fun, and they wanted to play again, he stopped replying to me.

As for his wife, she and I kept up our Facebook friendship without anything sexual being discussed, which is why I was surprised by her question. It seemed leading to me, but I didn't want to think it was more than it was, so I just kind of blew it off. I pretty much lied, and told her I hadn't had any foot fetish fun of late even though I had been thoroughly enjoying the sexy feet of another man's wife for a few months. I was their "friend with benefits" as we call each other. Like me, her husband has a foot fetish, so the two of us would play with his wife's feet every week or so for her pleasure, and for ours of course.

A couple of days after I had been asked if I had been enjoying any foot fetish fun, my Facebook friend sent me a private message with the following photo:

"I have a feeling you might like this one," she told me in the message. "An old friend of my husband's and mine sent it to me."

I rotated it, and replied, "Of course I liked it! I also like this view. Great friend, by the way. How you find him?"

That was the start of a rather naughty private message exchange on Facebook, which surprised me, and which she obviously encouraged.

"Through one of my husband's personals," she replied. "He found him, and then that guy found me."

"Did he find you like that if you don't mine me asking?" I asked.

"He did," she answered.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Lucky guy!"

"Thanks," she replied. "Does it surprise you to know this about me?"

"It does," I lied since I obviously already knew that her husband surprised her with other men. "But I like it. How come you never told me about this before?"

"I don't tell a lot of people," she answered. "Just a girlfriend from time to time. It can get a little crazy telling guys because they assume that I'm coming on to them, and that I want the to tie me down for sex."

"I understand," I told her, "and don't worry. I'm not assuming it. But is it okay to ask if you like being tied up for sex?"

"Not usually," she told me to my dismay, "but in the right circumstances it can be fun."

Our conversation became one long stretch of back and forth replies, and I learned a lot. I learned that she and her husband had been swingers before their marriage, and then during it for many years, but that she became disillusioned with it after too many bad encounters. To my delight, when she described the last time she really enjoyed herself, she outlined the time that I surprised her.

"That's was one of my best times," she told me.

Little did she know that I was the person she enjoyed. As she explained it, the reason she enjoyed it was because "he was really into feet," and she also enjoyed it because he was focused on making sure she was satisfied before taking care of his own needs.

When I reminded her that I was really into feet myself, especially hers since I had seen enough of her feet on her Facebook page even though they were just regular pics, she asked if I wanted to play with her feet. I told I did as long as her husband wouldn't mind. She then told me she didn't really need his permission to have another man play with her feet.

"Besides," as she put it, "he lost that right a long time ago."

I didn't know what she meant by that, and I didn't want to open up that can of worms. So I just followed her lead in what turned out to be a rather naughty chat. I pushed the envelope a bit to see what might happen, and to my delight she decided to come over to my place for an afternoon of "foot fetish fun" as she put it.

But it would be much more than that.

She came over to my house at 1:24 p.m., which was early since her scheduled time of arrival was 1:30 p.m. As I could see on one of my surveillance cameras in my home office where I sat with anticipation, she waited in her car until the time was right to come inside. Except in my bathrooms, I have surveillance cameras covering every view around my house, and covering every room as well. It was fun to watch her on the monitors.

As she had been instructed to do, she walked up along my driveway to the back of my house, and she let herself inside through my back door, which she knew I'd leave unlocked. From my kitchen as she knew to do from my instructions, she walked passed the french doors of my living room, and into the hall to the back of my house to go inside my master bedroom.

Just like you see in the photo, she stripped down to her lingerie. Facing the headboard, she reached back for the left ankle restraint to cuff that ankle, and then she reached back for the right ankle restraint to cuff that ankle.

Unlike what's shown in the photo, she put the blindfold that I had laid on the bed around her forehead so that she could still see. After making sure that the firm round pillow I left on the bed would be positioned underneath her hips, she laid down on the bed, put her left wrist into its restraint, and used her right hand to further tighten the left wrist restraint. Then she pulled down the blindfold from her forehead over her eyes.

Just like the left wrist restraint had already been hooked closed with only further tightening needed, the right wrist restraint was the same. She reached up and over to find it, and then she slipped her right wrist inside. Having learned self bondage quite well from all the times that she had engaged in it for her husband, and others over the many years they were swingers, she had done quite a good job of it.

So far, so good.

The next thing I saw on my surveillance cameras were my friends with benefits, Jeremy and Cleo. Also with them was their friend with benefits, Sheila. This threesome would be a surprise for my guest of honor, but not entirely for me as I had discreetly planned with Jeremy and Cleo for them to come over. They had mentioned the possibility that Sheila might be coming over as well, but her involvement hadn't been confirmed until pretty much the last minute.

Sheila had arrived almost 25 minutes after Jeremy and Cleo, but she still beat our guest of honor by about 14 minutes. Jeremy and Cleo had arrived about 15 minutes earlier than their scheduled 1:00 p.m. time.

The first order of business was to better secure our guest of honor's wrists and ankles since self bondage can only go so far. As a way to excite her right from the start, and also to test the waters with her to make sure she was in the frame of mind to willingly, and fully submit herself for bondage sex, Cleo and Sheila took to each corner of the bed at the same time to make sure the restraints were tied down tightly and well.

Our guest of honor gasped out loud with a moan of approval even though she feigned with her body language her objection when she pulled at her restraints. Then, just as deftly as Cleo and Sheila secured her wrists, they did the same with her ankles.

Once again, our guest of honor gasped out loud as she feigned resistance by pulling at each of her restraints.

"Oh my!" Cleo exclaimed as she teased our guest of honor's pussy with her fingers. "Look at how wet you are!"

"Right you are," Sheila chimed in to say while doing the same. "You obviously enjoy being tied up, and we like having you tied up."

In a tone of voice that was decidedly curious rather than fearful, our guest of honor called out my name. But I didn't step into the bedroom to answer. Jeremy could have answered for me, or even as another man, but he didn't. It seemed like he was going to follow whatever lead the ladies had in mind. I wondered what would happen next since none of this had been scripted even though the basics of what we'd be doing had been planned.

"I just love your soles," Sheila said as she began kissing and licking the sole of our guest of honor's left foot.

"I do, too. I love how wonderfully wrinkled they are," Cleo agreed as she grabbed onto our guest of honor's right foot. "And I love your toes too," she continued to say right before putting them into her mouth one toe at a time to suck.

While continuing to hold on to our guest of honor's left foot, Sheila widely opened her mouth to take in every toe at the same time. After momentarily breaking away from the toe worshiping, she agreed with Cleo by saying, "I love having your perfectly pedicured toes in my mouth. This is going to be fun!"

Obviously in agreement, our guest of honor told them both while referring to me, "I don't know where he is, and I'm hardly in a position to do anything about it, but what you're doing feels so great that I could care less about where he is. I hope that's not too awful to say."

"We're on board as long as you are," Cleo told her. "Now just relax, and let us have our way with you."

"Ha!" Our guest of honor laughed. "Like I can do anything about it anyway."

"Like you want to do anything about it," Cleo said in jest.

By then Jeremy had joined me in my home office, and together behind two closed doors for secrecy, we agreed that this was a great result. While we continued to watch, Cleo and Sheila took full advantage of our guest of honor. They used sex toys on her to get her off numerous times, and they of course enjoyed her soles and toes in every way imaginable. At the same time, each of them rode the back of her heels to get themselves off. They also took turns fucking her with their respective strap-ons.

At one point they asked her if they could continue by having her tied down on her back, and she happily agreed.

While they had her tied down on her back, and our guest of honor engaged them to talk because she was obviously truly curious, Cleo explained herself.

"I love tribadism," she said. "That's a lesbian thing if you don't already know. It's basically clit to clit humping, and it's so hot! I really get off on it, and it can be done in different ways like getting off on your heels."

"That was amazing," our guest of honor replied. "I'm pretty sure that feeling the two of you get off on me like that made me cum."

"I know what you mean," Cleo chimed in, "and I'm not even a full on lesbian like Sheila is. I'm bi, and I'm married to a guy I like having sex with. It's just that this is a lot of fun, too."

"Yeah," Sheila continued, "I'm full on lesbian all right. I could care less about having sex with guys. No offense to her husband who's a lot of fun in bed, but I'm all about tribadism. When I'm humping, I can go on and on. I love having multiple orgasms, especially when the woman I'm tribbing climaxes with me. I really like it when their body spasms out of control like yours did with us. It's great!"

Well," our friend with benefits told Sheila, "you're really good at getting women off. Both of you are!"

"The pleasure is all ours," Cleo told her. "You're a very sexy woman, so I can easily get off on all of your body parts. Tribbing isn't just about pussies. Of course, your sexy feet are favorites of mine, which is why I had to get off on them for sure."

Even though the three of them were having a really nice conversation, and much more was discussed, Sheila started getting really horny again. By then they had freed our guest of honor who was still blindfolded, and sitting in the middle of the bed between them.

"Let's give her one last round," she playfully told Cleo while enlisting her to gang up on our guest of honor to tie her down again.

"I don't know if I can cum again," our guest of honor protested while being deftly forced to submit.

"Sure you can," Sheila told her. "We'll make sure of it."

The more our guest of honor resisted, the more aroused and excited she got, which didn't go unnoticed by Cleo and Sheila who loved dominating her. In quick fashion, they once again had her restrained spread eagle tightly and well. This time, though, they had stripped off her lingerie so that she was completely naked.

"I like this look," Sheila said with glee.

In no time at all they were once again forcing multiple orgasms from our guest of honor as she gasped with intense pleasure.

Afterward, while Sheila was freeing her, Cleo told the white lie of having texted her husband for he and I to come back to my house. That was our cue to later on pretend that we had returned.

"They should be here in a few minutes," Cleo said. "Let's wait for them in the pool."

Not long after they had gone out to the pool, Jeremy and I came out to join them au naturel. Happily for us while we were in the pool, he and I thoroughly enjoyed our guest of honor's feet. He had one of her feet, and I had her other foot. While we were licking her soles, and sucking her toes, the ladies were positioned around us to massage her back, and get her off with waterproof vibrators.

As you might imagine, our guest of honor told us she would "definitely" be coming back for more of the same, and "probably soon."

I hope that's true. After all, a lot of time had passed since the last time that I had played with her. And even though she thought this 2nd time with me was her 1st, this time I suspected was different since as Facebook friends we had finally met in person with a great result.