An Exciting Foot Fetish
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I'm a bi-sexual woman who has a foot fetish for women's
feet. I've had a foot fetish for as long as I can remember. I didn't fully
realize that I was bi-sexual until later in life after I was seduced into
having a ménage à trois with another woman, and her husband who I guessed
were twice my age.
I first got to know them right after having dinner with a
couple of friends of mine in a really nice restaurant near my apartment.
They had been sitting at a table next to ours. She was gorgeous, and he
was very handsome, but what attracted me the most were her perfect feet.
I noticed them right away because she was wearing a pair of Valentino
Garavani's Rockstud sandals.
Coincidentally, I was wearing the same pair of shoes,
except mine had buckle-fastening ankle straps. I learned later on that
the straps around my ankles had inspired her to seduce me because she
found them to be so wonderfully naughty.
While dinner, and conversation with my friends were great,
and I did my best to feign my full attention, I couldn't help but to be
distracted by that gorgeous woman's sexy feet. I kept looking over at them
as discreetly as I could to enjoy every inch, but I did so with some
embarrassment because she seemed to take notice. The more she seemed to
take notice, the more she chose to tease me with her feet. I was thinking
to myself that it couldn't be a coincidence that she was dangling her
shoes off of her feet; one sexy foot after the other.
Instinctively, I began to reciprocate that same naughtiness, which her
approving smiles showed me she appreciated as did my smiles showed my
appreciation for what she was doing to arouse me. I discreetly unbuckled
both ankle straps, and pretty much mirrored what she was doing. Smiles on
her husband's face showed me that he was also appreciating the discreet
show that both of us were giving.
At one point without noticing, or figuring out what was going on just
beneath their attention spans, my friends told me that I seem distracted,
and they asked if everything was okay. But I quickly got myself back into
their full orbit, and I eased up what I was doing with that wonderfully
naugthy couple. I pretended that one of my ankle straps had somehow gotten
unbuckled, at which point I buckled both of them back in place again with
my friends none the wiser about what I had really been doing.
After our bill had been paid, I pretended to get a text, and I told them
it was fine if they took off without me. "I'll see you guys
later," I told them.
As soon as they left, that gorgoeus woman next to me said with a smile, "I'd
thought they'd never leave!"
"Neither did I," I laughed in return.
After a little bit of chit-chat about how interesting it was that we were
both wearing Valentino Garavani's Rockstud sandals, and paying compliments
to one another about how great each other's feet looked, which was not at
all uncomfortable for me to be discussing, she invited me to have drinks
with them at the hotel bar where they were staying.
"My husband and I thought it would be great if you could join
us for drinks at the hotel where we're staying," she
told me. "It's really close. Or if drinks don't appeal to
you, how about enjoying some really great 420 that we just bought
today?"
"I walked here, so I don't have my car with me," I
replied. "I'd invite you back to my place for drinks, but I
don't have much to offer right now, and my stock of 420 is almost out,
which is what I'd enjoy the most."
"No, no, no," she told me. "We want to
treat you. It would be our pleasure, and we have more than enough 420
to share."
"Are you sure?" I asked. I really wanted to take this
further with them, especially if I could learn more about her obvious
attraction to feet. I wondered if she had a foot fetish, or if he had one,
or if both of them had a fetish for feet. Maybe their fetish was for
younger women, or shoes. I was really curious.
"Absolutely!" She assured me. "And
if you're up for it, how about you let us give you a foot massage
after the 420 kicks in?"
"Just a foot massage?" I asked with a knowing laugh.
After all, by then I figured that they wanted to engage me in a ménage à
trois. Even though I had never done that kind of thing before, I was
curious about it.
"Well, with sexy feet like yours," she answered,
"I can't promise that it won't lead to more unless that's all
you want."
I laughed, and blurted out, "Promises, promises."
She laughed in return, and said, "I'll tell you what, let's
see how things go, and we'll take things from there. The very least we
can do is to give you a really great foot massage."
"I'm sure not going to say no to a foot massage," I told
her with smile.
As I left with them in their rented car on the way to their hotel, which
was only a few minutes away, the thought of the two of them giving me a
foot massage made me wet with anticipation, which I kept to myself. We
pretty much just chatted about normal stuff, which made being with them
very comfortable. As for being relaxed, the 420 chocolate she gave me to
enjoy on the way over began to do its thing to relax me, and to my
surprise, by the time we got to their hotel, I was quite happily a bit of
a basket case.
"This stuff really hit me," I told them with a
big smile on my face when we were walking down the hallway to their room.
"I can see that," she replied. "Are
you okay?"
"I feel great," I told her while my words slurred a bit.
"It's just that I haven't done this for a while, so I guess it
had more of an effect on me than it usually does."
"Okay," she told me. "As long as you're
feeling fine, and you still want to have fun with us, then it's all
good."
"It's all good," I assured her, and it was. "But
do you mind if I take a shower? I always like to be really clean
before getting massaged."
"Of course," she told me. "I'm going to
take a shower, too."
After we got into their room, her husband said, "I have to
take care of a little business if you don't mind, but I shouldn't be
that long."
"See you later," his wife told him as he headed for the
door.
"Where's he going?" I asked.
"He's got some stuff to do in the hotel's business alcove,"
she told me. "He does that all the time when we're traveling.
Don't take it personally. Besides, I'd rather have us girls be on our
own for a while if that's okay with you."
I had the feeling that her husband's leaving had been planned, but I
didn't really care. Instead, I was feeling wonderfully aroused being alone
with this gorgeous older woman who clearly knew what she was doing, and I
looked forward to whatever she had in mind.
"Would it be okay if we shower together?" She
asked. "You seem a little too wasted to shower on your own."
"I'm okay to shower on my own," I assured her, and I
was, "but you're more than welcome to join me."
"I'd like that," she told me, "but you know
what would be even nicer?"
"What?" I asked.
"I think that we should take a bath together. Would you be
okay with that?"
"I love taking baths," I told her, "but do
we have the time?"
"We have plenty of time," she assured me, "unless
you have to get back home anytime soon."
"I'm in no rush to get back home," I told her, "and
besides, this huge tub looks really inviting."
"Yeah, it's a great tub," she replied. "It's
really big, and the jets in it are amazing, especially when the right
spot is being stimulated!"
"I know what you mean," I laughed. "I love
getting off on jets in the water."
"Great!" She exclaimed. "Let's get
started."
With "oohs" and "aahs"
along the way, we soaped each other up, and cleaned each other before
rinsing off.
"I haven't done anything like this since college,"
I laughed.
"I have," she confessed, "and it's
always a lot of naughty fun."
"It is," I admitted to her out loud.
After rinsing off, we rinsed the tub, and then filled it with fresh water
along with lavender herbal bath oil that she had brought with her. She had
asked if I liked the scent, and I told her it was one of my favorites.
"Good," she told me. "It's one of
my favorites, too."
For the next hour or so we soaked in the bathtub with the jets on while
facing each other, and giving each other foot massages. Her feet were
absolutely perfect with newly pedicured toes, and a high arch. I was glad
that my toes were newly pedicured as well, and that my feet were in great
condition. My arches aren't as high as hers are, but they're still very
shapely, which she told me she really liked. She also told me she liked
the sky blue toenail polish that I had chosen, and even though I rarely
ever polish my toes red, I really liked the apple red toenail polish that
she had chosen.
At one point she began to tongue my toes, and in turn I happily returned
the favor by tonguing her toes as well. Her eyes were closed, and so were
mine as we enjoyed each other's toes in darkness.
"That feels so incredible," I told her.
"I know," she replied. "And this
feels even better," she added just before taking my big
toe in her mouth to suck it.
I did the same to her big toe while she continued sucking my big toe. Then
she slid her other foot up along my leg until her foot reached my pussy to
stimulate both my pussy, and my clit with her toes.
I opened my eyes to see that her eyes were closed, so I closed my eyes
again, and I did the best to do to her what she was doing to me. I had
given footjobs to men before, but I had never played with a woman's pussy,
and clit to get them off. I wasn't really sure what I was doing, so I
pretty much did my best to mirror what she was doing since she obvoiusly
had experience given how soon she was able to get me off.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "I can't
believe you were able to get me off like that! I want to get you off
like that, too."
"I'm close," she told me. "I'm very close."
"What can I do to get you off?" I asked.
Straight away she answered, "I want to fuck your soles on the
bed. Will you let me do that?"
"If you think you can get off on my feet that way, sure,"
I told her.
"I'd love to get off on your soles," she told me
as she began to drain the tub before getting up to rinse herself off. "You
don't need to do anything but lay face down on the bed."
"That's all?" I asked while following her lead to rinse
myself off.
"That's all," she assured me even though I soon
found out that there was more to it than just laying face down on the bed.
After she laid me face down on the bed, she said, "Just close
your eyes, and relax. I'll do the rest."
With a giggle, I asked, "The rest?"
"Yes," she answered with noticeable excitement in her
voice. "Like this," she added as I felt her
secure a blindfold over my eyes.
My heart skipped a beat as I laid there in silence. I was aroused; very
aroused, and I wondered with anticipation what she'd do next.
Suddenly, and quite adeptly, she gently, but firmly placed my arms above
my head, and she tied my wrists together with what I later learned was a
thick piece of soft rope before speedily securing my comfortably bound
wrists to what I later learned was an under the bed restraint system.
By then, it was quite clear that she had planned to seduce a willing woman
into bondage so that she could have her way with their feet.
"I'm guessing you've done this before," I
laughed. "So why did you choose me?" I asked.
"I couldn't help myself," she confessed. "Your
feet are just so damned sexy, and those straps around your ankles
really spoke out to me. From the moment I saw you in those Valentino
Garavani's Rockstud sandals, I knew that I wanted to seduce you into
coming here for some really naughty foot fetish fun. Do you want me to
stop?"
"It's not like I can do anything about it now,"
I laughed in a tone that showed my consent.
"So how do you feel about it?" She asked. "Do
you want me to untie you?"
Instead of answering her, I asked in a somewhat serious tone, "Wouldn't
that ruin the whole tied and helpless fun of it?"
"I'm glad you see it my way," she laughed as she
inserted a vibrating egg inside of my already very wet pussy. Then, with
my legs together, she pulled my naked body taut, and straddled the back of
my legs so that I was immobilized beneath her.
"Oh my God!" I laughed. "You're
going to rape the soles of my feet!"
"That I am my sexy one," she replied with excitement, "and
there's nothing that you can do about it because you're tied, and
helpless."
By then, I was already getting off on a series of multiple orgasms because
of that vibrating egg, which was stimulating my G-spot.
It was clear to both of us that our naughty foot fetish fun was
consensual, but it was still much more exciting to role play it as if I
had no choice to stop her from having her way with my feet.
While I was still immobilized, and still having G-spot orgasms that I had
no control over, she started licking, lightly biting, and tickling my
wrinkled soles while I struggled beneath her. All the while, her wet pussy
was pressed down onto one of my heels, and then the other so that my heels
stimulating her clit could get her off, which she got off on multiple
times.
Both of us were pretty exhausted after she had her way with my soles, so I
was suprised when she giggled, and told me that she was going to "get
me ready" for her husband's return.
Getting me ready meant having me restrained spread eagle on my back, which
with surprising expertise she was able to do in rather short order before
I could object. Not that I wanted to object, but if I had wanted to, I
wouldnt have had much choice. And again, by now it was clear to her that I
enjoyed being tied and helpless.
So I didn't say a word when she called her husband, and she put him on
speakerphone. I just basked in the glow of the multiple orgasms that I had
enjoyed while I wondered what was going to happen next. I didn't have to
wonder for very long.
"It's me," she told him. "I've got
her warmed up, and ready if our lady friends want to add themselves to
the mix. As always, I'll give you the juicy details after we've had
our way with her."
"They're on their way," he told her. "Have
fun!"
With excitement, and with full consent to being her sexual toy, I'll
confess, it was then that I fully realized that her husband was just her
wing man for seducing young women into foot fetish fun, and bondage sex.
As I later learned, I wasn't far off the mark. She and her husband had
been doing this in various cities all over the country.
Over time, she had become friends with many women who looked forward to
taking full advantage of young women she had seduced. It turned out that
most of the women involved had at one point been seduced in the same way.
I became one of those women.
---
Author's Note: Because
only the Valentino Garavani's Rockstud sandals
were showcased in my story, I added a video below of a woman whose feet
I found to be very arousing as she flexed them underneath a table.
Enjoy!
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