Kinky Foot Fetish Women

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After a couple of bad relationships with men not long after my divorce, I decided that I should experiment with a woman. I found one woman in particular to be very intriguing after she started a conversation with me while I was doing some window shopping at a Cupid's Closet adult shop. At the time I was reading the label on a container of strawberry flavored honey dust body powder.

"Have you ever tried that before?" She asked.

"No I haven't," I answered, "Have you?"

"I use it all the time," she answered. "It's great! You should try it."

"I don't have anybody to use it on," I told her, "and I don't have anybody to use it on me, either."

"That's hard to believe," she replied. "Unless you just got out of a relationship, how could you possibly be unattached? You're very attractive. You must be asked out all the time."

"Not really," I told her. "I was out of the dating game for a long time because I was married, and then after I got divorced, the guys I dated turned out to be, uh, let's just say, less than satisfactory."

"Then maybe you should think of switching teams," she laughed. "I stopped dating guys a long time ago, and I couldn't be happier."

"Funny you should say that," I told her. "I was just thinking of doing that. You know, experiment a little. The thing is, I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings if it turns out that switching isn't for me. What if I don't like it?"

"But what if you do like it?" She asked. "You should at least give it a try."

"I'm good with trying," I told her, "but I'm not really sure how to go about finding a woman who'd want to try anything with me."

"You already found her," she laughed.

"But aren't you with somebody already?" I asked.

"I am," she answered, "but my wife would love you. I just know it. I'd love to surprise her with you."

"How can you be so sure?" I asked. "And what do you mean by surprise her?"

"I mean exactly that," she told me. "It's something that I've done a few times before, and she's loved it every time."

Now I was really intrigued. Not only was I flattered by her obvious interest in me, but I was pleasantly attracted to her. She's stunningly beautiful with no body fat at all. I was instantly enamored by her personality from the moment that she struck up a conversation with me.

I suppose I was in the state of mind to be seduced in the way that I had been, but the way our conversation evolved made me think that we were going to be friends forever. Despite what she had in mind, which was exciting and new, and despite the circumstance of having met her in a sex toy shop, which in retrospect was a good thing, I really wanted to follow up on her lead to surprise her wife later that weekend.

After she and I exchanged cell phone numbers, she texted me throughout the week with naughty reminders of what she had in mind to surprise her wife. Admittedly, every time that I got a text notification from her, I felt excitement. She could sense my excitement, and she masterfully exploited it to her advantage, but to mine as well.

Anticipating what was to come was made especially arousing when she reminded me in one of her first texts that I wasn't to masturbate, which was hard for me to keep from doing.

"Don't worry," the end of that text read, "you'll be well rewarded for abstaining."

Reading that text sent thrilling chills up my spine, and then back down again all the way to my feet. She sure knew how to turn me on!

I don't know if it was to test the waters with me, or if she figured that she had seduced me enough for me to go along with her plan without objection, but she included a picture in one of her texts to help illustrate what the surprise would look like for her wife.

Remember, I was to be her wife's surprise, so this was an illustration of what she alluded she wanted to do to me.

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Alone at home when I first opened the picture that she had texted to me, a rush of excitement electrified my body. I very much wanted to masturbate to it so that I could dissipate some of the sexual energy that had been building up throughout the week, but I refrained per the instructions that I shouldn't masturbate. Complying to her instructions was part of the excitement that I felt. It was wonderful!

I knew what she was doing. She was building me up to looking forward to the sexual relief that she had me anticipating. That build up was working to its maximum effect, especially since nobody had gotten me off for a long time. The guys I had been with got themselves off, but they didn't get me off, which is why I decided to try it with a woman.

To that point, one of the things that I love about her is that she has an innate ability to arouse, and excite me. It's almost as if she knows what turns me on, and what gets me wet. I suppose it's because women know what women want.

For instance, immediately after texting me that naughty picture, she sent another text that read, "You should know that my wife has a major foot fetish for women's feet. That's one of the reasons that I know she's going to love you. With your perfectly pedicured toes, your high arches, and your wrinkled soles, she's really going to get off on having her way with your feet."

As soon as I read that text from her, my mind flashed back to the time when she seduced me at Cupid's Closet adult shop to be a surprise for her wife. I had noticed that she had paid a lot of attention to my feet while we were chatting it up, which in retrospect made perfect sense. It made me wonder if she has a foot fetish as well.

She couldn't possibly have known it when we met that day, but I love foot fetishists. That's a weakness for me. I love getting foot massages from them because they really get off on worshiping my soles, and my toes with their mouths, and their tongues. The sensation is incredible!

That kind of foot worshiping has only happened a few times in my life, and I've always loved every single moment. Whenever I got into tickle fights as a kid, I always loved that as well, especially when I was the one who was being tickled, and especially when my feet were being tickled.

Whatever had happened in my youth, and young adult life to make me a sucker for foot fetishists, I realized that my attraction to her at that adult shop was very likely because she had been paying attention to my feet. Subconsciously, that was surely the catalyst to being so easily seduced by her.

However it happened, I was excited that I was going to be her wife's surprise. As it turned out, though, it was me who was the one who would end up being surprised.

When I showed up at her place as scheduled, she greeted me warmly, and I once again felt at ease with her. Her wife wouldn't be home for about forty-five minutes, so she gave me a short tour. It's a newly built house on a large lot that affords them a lot of privacy. It has a spectacular 360 degree view of sprawling Los Angeles to the northeast, and another spectacular view of the Pacific Ocean in all its glory. They also have a heated infinity pool with an oversized built-in hot tub.

"We can enjoy them after the surprise," she said about them.

When it was time, she lead me into their master bedroom, and playfully told me that she wanted to do to me for her wife what I had seen in the picture that she had texted to me.

"Would that be okay?" She asked.

"I had a feeling that you'd want to surprise her like that," I told her in reference to her wife.

"So may I?" She asked.

"I've never been tied down before," I told her, "but I trust you to make sure that I'll be okay, so yes, you may."

"Thank you," she replied, "and yes, you can trust me to make sure that you'll be okay."

I had prepared myself for her wife's surprise by taking a really long bath, and then a shower. My feet were already in great shape because that's how I like to keep them. She soon had me blindfolded, and bound just like you see in the picture that she had texted to me. My heart was racing a mile a minute with excitement. I could feel my nipples getting hard, and I was getting really wet with anticipation of what was to come.

"Oh my," she said with her own excitement while she slid her fingers along my slippery wet pussy lips. "Look at how aroused you are already, and we haven't even gotten to the good part."

"The good part?" I asked.

"Yes, the good part when we're making you cum over, and over again," she answered with delight.

My breathing started getting heavier, and heavier with thoughts of being played with while I was blindfolded, and bound.

"And my wife's really going to love your feet," she added.

"I hope so," I replied.

"And the rest of you as well," she told me. "You're perfect!"

"You're the one who's perfect," I told her. "I mean, you look like a model."

"I am a model," she replied with a laugh, "but thank you for the compliment anyway. I appreciate it."

"I'm nervous," I confessed. "I sure hope that I've done the right thing here."

"You have," she assured me. "And don't worry about feeling nervous. That should work to everyone's advantage, including yours. I'm going to leave you alone for a bit, but don't worry, I'll be back soon enough."

"How long will you be?" I nervously asked.

"It shouldn't be that long," she told me. "I want my wife to find you on her own so that it'll be a real surprise. Have fun."

"She's not expecting me?" I asked.

"No sweetie," she answered. "I planned it to be a real surprise."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything more. My mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts, but mostly I remained aroused, and excited by what was to come.

I began to wonder if she had left me in the house alone so that her wife's surprise would be more exciting. After what seemed like a long time of waiting, I was about to call out for her when I heard what sounded like a couple of people talking from far away. I figured that her wife had gotten home, and the two of them were talking wherever they were.

After a lot of time seemed to have passed again, I wondered why her wife hadn't come into their bedroom for her surprise. I was going to call out, but I didn't want to ruin the plans that had been made, so I remained silent. That silence was hard for me to keep.

Suddenly, though, I felt somebody touching, and playing with my naked, and bound body. First, I felt one pair of hands, and a set of fingers along with a warm, wet tongue. Then I felt another pair of hands, and a set of fingers along with yet another wet tongue. This tongue, though, was cold. It felt like an ice cube was being sucked in, and out of somebody's mouth as the sensations of the cold ice cube, and their warm tongue mixed together to tease my naked, and bound body.

While they were doing this, at the same time I suddenly felt two more people at my feet. Each person had one of my feet in their hands while they stimulated, and lightly tickled the soles of my feet, and sucked each, and every one of my toes.

I was already overwhelmed with pleasure, and a lust when I began to feel my pussy, clit, and both of my breasts and nipples being played with, and toyed with at the same time.

"How many people are there?" I asked wondered to myself.

With a blindfold securely over my eyes to keep me in the dark, I couldn't possibly know the answer to that question. It felt like there were six people playing with my naked, and bound body at the same time. Or maybe there were fewer than six, but they were just really good at what they did as a team of sexually dominant women. Not knowing now many there were made it more exciting.

What was evident, though, was how turned on I was getting. It didn't take long for me to climax multiple times with an intensity that I had never felt before. When they made me squirt uncontrollably, I felt like I was going to pass out from the intensity of it all, but I didn't.

When somebody started to passionately kiss me with their strawberry flavored tongue, and delicious lips, I passionately kissed them back. The French kissing was extraordinary for me, not because I had never French kissed before, because I had, but because I had never French kissed a woman before. Much to my pleasant surprise, I really enjoyed it.

At some point I was quickly released from my restraints, deftly turned over onto my back, and then just as quickly restrained again, except this time only my wrists were restrained.

I finally said something after my body was pulled taut, and somebody started to fuck me after they had pinned me underneath them with my legs over their shoulders, and my feet on either side of their face. I was effectively immobilized!

"Are you wearing protection?" I nervously asked. I was afraid of catching some kind of sexual disease.

"No need for that," I heard a woman answer. "You're being fucked with a strap-on. There's not a single cock among us."

"That's right," I heard the voice of another woman say, "No men allowed. Just us women."

When I called out to my new friend's name to ask if she was there, she answered, "I'm here sweetie, and you're safe among us. I'll fill you in on the details later. For now, I'll simply say that you're with a great group of women who love, love, love to get straight women off so that they know what they're missing."

"You're not kidding!" I exclaimed. "I've never cum so hard, and so many times in my life. The hell with men!"

"Yeah," somebody blurted out, "the hell with men. Who needs them anyway? We sure don't."

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed as I was squirting yet another uncontrollable climax. "I don't need them either!"

Suffice it to say, the surprise of being taken as it were was on me, and I was getting off on every moment of it. I lost count on how many times I was fucked with a strap on, but I later learned that everybody took their turn to fuck me, and some more than once.

When it got to the point when I couldn't cum any more, which took a while since I'm naturally multi-orgasmic, I was freed from my wrist restraints, and all of us retired to the heated infinity pool, and the hot tub.

"That was amazing!" I exclaimed to the group. "Thank you for getting me off so royally!"

"It was our pleasure, too," my friend said, to which they all agreed, and confirmed with satisfied smiles all around.

I learned that my sexual ravishment included the use of honey dust body powder to keep my naked, and bound body tasty delicious.

"Tickle, tease, and kiss me please," I would say to that deliciousness as well as saying the same for the strawberry flavored edible massage oil that they used while licking and kissing my soles, and sucking my toes.

In the pool, and hot tub, their use of Astroglide lubricant was masterful since it's designed to keep pussies slippery lubed in the water. To my surprise, they made me cum multiple times yet again in the soothing water.

I learned from my friend that she had arranged for the others to help surprise her wife who had no idea that I had been blindfolded, and bound completely naked in their bedroom. Everybody else knew. It hadn't been the first time that they had surprised her like that, so it wasn't a total surprise. But it was a surprise that her wife always enjoyed, and got off on.

My friend told me that every one of the women who helped to sexually dominated me hoped that I would come back so that they could do the same thing.

"If you want," she added, "you can help us to surprise my wife the next time that another submissive is willing to play with us."

"You mean after a new submissive is seduced," I laughed.

"Or that," she confirmed with a laugh. "Seducing women is always fun. It sure was when I seduced you."

"It was fun to be seduced by you," I told her.

Talk about a great group of women, all of them are very accomplished, and successful in their respective business endeavors. Going forward, as I'm this wonderful group of women's newest submissive, and potential dominant as well, I hope to remain in their circle of friends with benefits for a very long time to come, pun intended.