Left Tied Up On Display
Published early on our Previews page on Saturday, October 26, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Wednesday, October 30, 2024.

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Not long before Craigslist took away the personals section, I read an ad that was placed by a man who was looking for women who like to have their feet worshiped. I had already met other men through Craigslist with a foot fetish who worshiped my feet after we exchanged a few emails so that I could get to know them, so I sent him an email to get to know him as well.

After a few emails, I felt comfortable enough to meet him at a motel that isn't far from where I live. It's a quaint place that has a hot tub, and a pool at the far end of the property. Instead of rooms next to each other, guests stay in separate little cabins that are a few feet apart. There are 24 cabins, and a separate two story building at the entrance of the property. The bottom floor is where guests check in when they arrive, and the top floor is where the owner of the property lives.

Before I headed over to the motel, I took a really long bath. It had been quite a while since any man had worshiped my feet, so I was looking forward to having my feet worshiped again. I always keep my feet in perfect condition with regular pedicures, which I like to show off in public whenever I think a man might have a foot fetish.

When he answered the door, he looked like the picture that he had sent to me, which was pleasantly surprising since most pictures I see show younger versions of the men I see when I meet them in person. He looked like he might be his 50s or early 60s, and he had grayish hair, which I thought made him look debonair.

After he told me how much he loved my pedicure, he asked if I liked having my feet tickled, which I told him I did, and then he asked if he could tie me up to tickle my feet, and I told him that he could. I had only been tied up and tickled by a man with a foot fetish one time before, but it was such a wonderful experience that I wanted to have my feet worshiped again.

With an arm around my waist, he gently guided me onto the bed, and he laid me down onto my back. From a large duffle bag he took out a few feather dusters, a set of professional looking restraints, a few sex toys, and a medium sized container of lubricant. I was already wet with excitement, but seeing those things come out of that large duffle bag made me even wetter.

With excited anticipation of what was to come, pun intended, he slowly and sensuously stripped me completely naked, and he restrained me to the point that I was effectively immobilized. Then he slid the window curtains all the way open, and he left me tied up on display.

"I want to see if anybody will be tempted to play with you while I'm gone," he told me with a mischievous smile. "I'm guessing that you'll have a few visitors, so this could be fun!"

"You're going to leave me like this?" I asked. I was astonished that he was going to leave me tied up on display, but I was also aroused by by the idea of people seeing me tied and naked, and coming into the room to play with me.

Instead of answering me, he pulled out the door's inside lock mechanism to keep the door ajar so that anybody tempted enough to step inside could simply walk into the room. Again, being exposed like that in a semi-public place made me wet with excitement.

A couple of minutes later I heard a group of people talking. As the sound of their voices got louder, I saw one woman look into the room through the window, and then I heard her say, "I think a woman's tied up naked on the bed."

When the group suddenly reappeared in front of the window again to take a better look, that same woman said, "I think we should see if she's okay."

"Are you okay? Do you need our help?" That same woman asked.

I told her why I was there, and what my date had done to me before unexpectedly leaving me tied up on display.

"So do you need our help?" The other woman asked.

"I don't think so," I answered. "I think he's coming back."

"But do you know that for sure?" That same woman asked.

"I don't know for sure," I admitted, "but I'm assuming he will. He told me that he wondered if anybody would be tempted to play with me while he was gone."

"This is definitely a tempting situation," one of the women said to me with a smile.

The other woman asked, "Would you like us to play with you?"

With a nervous laugh that gave away my excitement, I replied, "I don't think I can do anything about it."

"I guess you can't," she acknowledged with a mischievous laugh.

The other woman added, "Your erect nipples tell me that you're excited, so how about we play with you, and if you want us to stop, then just tell us, okay?"

"I can't believe I'm letting you do this," I giggled.

"We can't either," the woman chimed in together. Then one of them added, "This should be fun, don't you think guys?"

With dumbfounded looks on their faces, they didn't say a word. They simply smiled, and sat down at the foot of the bed to worship my feet while the women used the feather dusters to stimulate the rest of my body.

One of the women blurted out that her husband has a foot fetish, and that he'd have a great time worshiping my foot.

"I didn't know he had a foot fetish," the other woman said.

"Yeah, we never told you," she replied. Then she added, "Maybe your husband has one, too."

"Maybe he does," she laughed. "He's surely into her feet."

For the next hour or so, they not only worshiped my feet, including the women who got into the act of worshiping my feet as well, but they used the sex toys that my date left on the bed to get me off multiple times.

We didn't really talk much while my naked and bound body was being sexually ravished. The only time they said anything to me was when my date stepped back into the room to watch, and they thanked him for giving them such a wonderful surprise.

At one point I saw one of the guys talking to my date near the door, which made me wonder if they knew each other, and if the group's appearance had been planned. I never found out one way or the other because after they had their way with me, and left, my date once again left me tied up on display, and inexplicably left me for good.

I don't know how long I was left alone, but I'm guessing it wasn't more than a half hour or so. That's when a woman I hadn't seen before stepped into the room to ask me if I was okay. I found out that she owns the property, and she operates the motel as well.

After I told her what happened, she told me that the married couples who played with me are swingers who are regular guests. She told me that my date had never booked a room before, and that he had already checked out.

"When he checked in," she explained, "he only wanted the room for a few hours. I can vouch for the swingers because I'm friends with them now, but I can't vouch for him. This isn't for me to say, but you probably shouldn't see him again."

"I think you're right, and I'm sorry you had to see me this way," I told her.

"No worries," she replied with a smile. "To be frank with you if you don't mind me saying, it was fun to find you tied up like this, and I'm glad you had a great time with my swinger friends."

"Do you mind me asking you a personal question?" I asked.

"Not at all," she replied. "Go for it."

"Do you play with them, too?" I asked.

"Sometimes," she answered. "It's always a lot of fun."

"You're spot on," she told me. "I'd love to play with you like this if it's okay. Would you like that?"

"To tell you the truth," I confessed, "women have always been better at getting me off than men, and your swinger friends were no exception. They kept making me cum over, and over again. It was amazing!"

"They're good at it. That's for sure," she told me. "Why don't you close your eyes, and let me get you off again."

"If you insist!" I teased her with a laugh. "I'm tied and helpless to stop you."

"Yes you are," she cooed, "and I like it that way."

"So do I," I let her know what was already pretty obvious.

She was, and is an amazing lover. She had me cumming over, and over again in no time at all.

The next time I saw her, the two women who had gotten me off that first time came to the motel to add themselves to the mix to have 3-on-1 fun with me while I was tied spread eagle, and helpless. They also blindfolded me, which I loved.

I love being the center of attention with women, especially when they worship my feet. I never want to say no to their invitations to be sexually ravished, and sometimes there are more than just the three of them, which is incredibly rewarding!