My Bondage Submission To A Foot Fetishist

Published early on our Previews page on Monday, August 5, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Wednesday, August 7, 2024.

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I met my future husband for the first time in a hot tub at a health club where he and I are members. I had just stepped into the hot tub after swimming laps in the pool. The only spot available to sit was next to him, so that's where I sat.

As soon as I sat down, he asked, "Are you new to the club?"

"I joined about a week ago," I answered.

"I thought you were new," he replied. "I hope you don't mind me telling you this," he continued, "but you have really great feet."

I was flattered. I take really good care of my feet, and I like it when somebody says something nice about them.

"Thanks," I told him. With a laugh, I playfully added, "Are you one of those guys who has a foot fetish?"

"I am, but I'm really only attracted to nice feet like yours," he promptly answered. "If they're not taken care of like yours obviously are, then they don't do anything for me."

I was in a good mood that day, and I was feeling a bit flirtatious, so I played up his attraction to my feet.

"So if I were to tell you that my feet were yours to enjoy, how would you enjoy them?" I playfully asked.

"I'd start out with a foot massage," he told me.

"I love foot massages," I responded. "Are you any good at it?"

"I'm told that I am, and I know reflexology," he answered.

"That's the pressure points of the body, right?" I asked.

"Pretty much," he told me. "It's zone therapy, which is real, and it's pretty effective."

"So what else would you do?" I asked with a knowing smile. I'd known foot fetish guys before, so I already knew what they liked to do.

"It depends on what you like," he answered. "Have you ever been with a foot fetish guy before?"

"I have," I answered.

"So then I'm guessing you already know what I'd like to do," he replied.

"Not really," I told him. "You foot fetish guys like to do a lot of different things. Some of you like to smell feet. Some of you like to worship them. Some like dirty feet. Some only like clean feet. You know; things like that. What do you like?"

"I'm really only into clean feet," he answered. "I'm not making a judgment about the dirty foot stuff, or anything else, really. Whatever floats your boat as long as the woman you're with likes it."

"That makes sense," I told him.

"Have you ever had anybody shrimp your toes?" He asked.

"Is that like toe sucking?" I asked. I was pretty sure that it was.

"That's exactly what it is," he told me. "I'm impressed you know that. Have you ever had anybody suck your toes?"

"A few times," I answered.

"Do you like having your toes sucked?" He asked.

"Yeah, it feels great," I told him. "I love having my toes sucked."

"Now we're getting somewhere," he said with a playful smile. "I'd love to suck your toes."

"Here?" I asked him with a laugh.

"Not here of course," he answered. "It would have to be somewhere private."

"Of course it would," I agreed. "Isn't this when you're supposed to ask, your place or mine?"

"If I knew that you'd say yes, I would definitely ask you that," he laughed.

"If I knew you were serious," I teased him in return, "I'd tell you to come over to my place."

"I'd love to," he replied.

"For real?" I asked. "If you come to my place, you'll suck my toes?"

"With perfect toes like yours, of course I will!" He affirmed.

The sexual tension between us carried us through to the parking lot after we left the club, and then over to my place. I then excused myself to take a shower even though I had taken one at the club, and I laid face down on my bed.

"Is face down good?" I asked.

"You're in the perfect position for me to give you a foot massage," he answered.

He quite literally gave me one of the best foot massages of my life, and then he sucked my toes for a really long time.

At one point I said to him, "I hope you know that I'm not going to tell you to stop. You'll have to stop on your own when you get tired."

"I'm never going to get tired of your sexy feet," he told me. I'll never forget him saying that to me.

After falling in love, which happened pretty quickly, we got married two years later. Before that, though, we got into a lot of other kinky things that he was into such as swinging with other people, and bondage sex, neither of which I had ever done. I loved it!

One of the kinkiest times that I remember the most was when my husband had me meet another man in his hotel room. The only thing that I knew about the other man I'll call Ralph was that he has a foot fetish, and he wanted to worship my feet. My husband has always been good about vetting potential foot fetish friends with benefits, so I felt comfortable about going to Ralph's hotel room on my own.

As my husband instructed me to do when I got to Ralph's motel room, I blindfolded myself after making sure that I was the only person in the hallway, and then I knocked on Ralph's door.

After hearing the door open, I felt Ralph's hands gently grab onto my arms to guide me inside, and then I heard the loud click of the door closing behind us. Swinging wasn't new to me, but meeting a man I had never met before for the first time on my own in his hotel room was something I had never done before. The sexual tension was high, and the excitement I felt was exhilarating.

Part of what kept the sexual tension high was that nothing was said between us. Not a word. The silence was naughty, which I liked. I sensed that Ralph liked it, too. He took hold of what my husband playfully referred to as my bag of goodies, which I had brought with me. It contained my favorite sex toys, including my favorite lubrication.

Other than the sexy open toed high heels that I had on, which showed off the high arches of my bare feet, and prominently displayed my newly pedicured toes that shimmered in candy apple red, I was wearing a strapless one piece mini silk dress. That's it. That's all I was wearing. I wasn't wearing panties, and I wasn't wearing nylons. My tanned legs and feet were bare.

I suppose one could say that it was a slutty look, but I considered it to be sultry. You know, attractive, but suggestive of wanting to be taken, and sexual ravished. Keep in mind that nobody should ever presume that a woman dresses like this to entice anybody to have sex with them. That's not usually the case. Most women simply want to feel sexy, and they want people to desire them sexually. They don't usually want to invite it, at least not consciously.

Of course, in my case here, I went to this man's hotel room with the explicit desire for him to have his way with my soles and toes, and then my naked body, which by the time I arrived I craved to be taken by him, and sexually ravished. My husband knew that's what I'd want after Ralph worshiped my feet, and Ralph was told this as well.

After Ralph slowly, and sensuously stripped me completely naked, which made me even hornier than I already was, he laid me face down on an oversized king bed, and he gently, but firmly spread my arms to the opposite corners of the bed. Given my husband's fetish for bondage, I knew that he'd want Ralph to tie me down on the bed, so I happily, and dutifully left my arms where Ralph had put them. It was exciting for me to submit to him, and even more exciting when he put my wrists into faux fur leather cuffs, and he secured them into place.

Instead of spreading my legs apart like I thought he was going to do, he pulled my naked body taut, and he sat on the back of my calves to keep me from moving while he tickled my sexy wrinkled soles. I love having my soles lightly tickled, which is what he first did. I also love having my soles kissed, and licked, which is what he did next.

That went on for a long time until, suddenly, he started torture tickling my soles, which let me tell you was pure torture since my soles are really ticklish. I laughed out loud, and I did my best to resist him by trying to buck him off of me, but it was useless. I had no control over how hard he tickled my feet, and I had no control over anything else that he wanted to do to my feet.

I could feel his hard cock slipping in between the heels of my feet while he continued to tickle them. The harder that he tickled my soles, the more I tried to resist him, which in effect caused me to give him a sole job that created friction against his cock, which in turn made it throb until it started shooting loads of hot cum all over my ticklish soles.

I gasped out loud to involuntarily exclaim my intense pleasure, not because he was shooting his hot cum all over my soles, and toes, but because I suddenly realized that I too was having multiple orgasms, which felt incredible, and really intense. I had never climaxed like that before with a man's hard cock fucking my soles the way that he was doing, and shooting gobs of his hot cum all over my soles, and toes.

"Wow! That was intense!" He exclaimed.

"It sure was," I concurred. "I just climaxed a bunch of times! I never came like that before"

"I'm glad," he responded. "I don't want to be the only one having this much fun."

I wanted Ralph to fuck me then, and there, so I literally confessed to him what I wanted.

"I want you to fuck me," I straight out told him.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"I'm sure," I told him. "But I want you to  fuck me on my back with my legs over your shoulders, and with you deep inside of me."

"You don't need to ask me twice," he told me while freeing my wrists, and flipping me over onto my back. With a deftness that surprised me, he quickly secured my already cuffed wrists to the top corners of the bed.

Because I wanted him to take me by force, which he seemed to know instinctively, I didn't object. I simply, and gladly let him have his way with me. As reckless as this sounds, I didn't even care about him wearing a condom. But to his credit, he addressed that with me.

"I want you to know that I've been recently tested," he told me. "I haven't been with anybody since then, so you don't have to worry about me not wearing a condom, okay?"

"Thanks for letting me know," I sighed with relief. My recklessness aside, I did have that concern.

Even though nobody's been a better lover than my husband because he really knows the best ways to get me off, and he consistently does it so well to my great satisfaction, I definitely consider Ralph a close second. After all, he was able to make me cum over, and over again with a breathtaking intensity.

I knew from discussions with my husband over the years that he must have told Ralph the best ways to get me off. I didn't know how detailed he was with Ralph, but it didn't matter since Ralph's now one of my favorite lovers. Thankfully, with one important caveat, my husband's pleased by that, which is one of the reasons that he's fine with letting me go to Ralph's hotel room on my own whenever he's in town for business.

The only thing that my husband wants in return is for me to tell him what Ralph does to get me off, which he likes to hear when he's more or less doing the same things to me in our bed at home. More often than not, my husband's gotten into the naughty routine of inviting Ralph to our house to "surprise" me while I'm tied and helpless to do anything about it.

Ralph and I have also gotten into the naughty fun of surprising my husband. Ralph comes over to our house while my husband's out running errands so that he can return to the "surprise" of Ralph having his way with me in bondage. Those threesomes are one of my favorites since I get to have two men with foot fetishes sexually ravishing my naked, and bound body at the same time.

Even more intense are those times when we involve Ralph in our swinging fun with as many as three or four other couples, either at our house, or in his hotel room where I'm routinely the center of attention. When there are enough of us to sexually ravish two women at the same time, and we have another sexually submissive woman to be blindfolded, and restrained with me, she and I are sexually ravished together.