My Favorite Babysitter, Part 1
(Posted on Saturday, September 22, 2001)
This story was submitted by luvfemfeetsmell@hotmail.com.

Like most, I can trace my foot fetish back to some fairly early experiences. I remember when I was 6 or 7, I would hang out with my next door neighbor who was my age, and we would watch TV for hours. He would always lay on his stomach in front of a coffee table with his legs underneath, and I would lay on my stomach behind him so that my face was right near his feet. I remember even at such an early age of being turned out by the smell of feet.

However, one of my first true experiences that left me jerking off for years to come happened with one of my longest babysitters. When I was 11 or 12, my parents would go out fairly frequently, and hire this one babysitter named Michelle. She was a senior in high school when she started babysitting me and was fairly beautiful. Blonde hair, fairly tall (of course, everybody is tall when you’re 11), and very cool.

Being that I loved video games, we would spend most of the time playing Nintendo. One thing that I liked about her the most was that she would use unconventional methods of getting me to shut up if I was loud and obnoxious. She would make me bet on the games that we would play. Each time I won, I was allowed to stay up 15 minutes past my bedtime. Every time that she won, she would ask me to do a variety of things. Sometimes she would make me get her food. Other times I would have to bring her a drink, and other times I had to give her a shoulder massage or straighten her school notebooks. I remember loving the euphoric feeling of losing and having her order me around as she would call me her slave.

One time she came over and was wearing sweat pants and sneakers. She usually wore jeans and dressy clothes, so I wasn’t used to her dressed like that. She said that she had a late cheerleading practice and never had time to go home to change or shower. My parents had a strict “no shoes on the carpet” rule. One of my favorites! So she took off her shoes when we went into the living room where the Nintendo was, and my parents were gone.

Even at this age, I saw an opportunity and started making fun of how much her feet smelled and that I could smell them from a mile away. I guess that she was in a playful mood because when I started to tease her, she moved her feet closer to my face. Since she almost always sat on the couch and I lay on the floor when we played video games, she quickly brushed her feet against my face and started to laugh. I pretended to totally hate it and began yelling more about how much her feet stank. We started playing Nintendo and I initiated a bet that if I won, I'd get to stay up later.

She said, "Okay," and that if she won, it would be a surprise.

I happened to win the first game and started gloating like a madman that I had won since I believed it was a close game. She said that I was so lucky that I won because I had no idea what I had in store for me if I lost.

I became instantly aroused (probably the biggest erection I ever had up to that point), and I started acting really sarcastic. “Ooooh, like I’m really scared.”

She then wanted to play me again, and said that if I won, I would be able to stay up an additional 20 minutes on top of the 15 minutes I had already won. She really wanted me to accept the challenge by spicing the deal. Of course I said, "Okay," and that game she ended up winning.

A sly smile came to her face as she told me that I had to kiss her feet. I remember feeling an emotion I had never felt before, and my immediate reaction was to feign utter disgust and displeasure because I knew it would fuel her desire even more. It was her intense desire to make me kiss her feet that I knew at that point I would love forever.

I told her there was no way that I was going to kiss her feet.

She told me, "A bet is a bet and it’s a crime to break a bet."

I shrugged and muttered and said, "Okay, let’s just get it over with," as I crawled
to her outstretched feet (both were socked). I quickly kissed her feet.

When my lips touched the sole of her sock, I took in a deep breath (hopefully without her knowing), and then pulled back like it was hot coal. I scrunched up my nose and took in a deep breath of fresh air to pretend that I was holding my breath. She laughed and asked if I wanted to play again.

I said, "Yes," and that, "this time I will have my revenge."

She said, “Well, if you’re so confident, let’s raise the stakes a little bit. You can stay up 30 minutes if you win, but if I win, you have to kiss AND smell my feet for 30 seconds.”

I disguised utter and complete arousal with disgust, and said, "You’re on."

I knew I was better than she was and that I could probably win whenever I wanted to, but I pretended to get nervous and let her beat me by a slim margin. She began to smile with glee and told me that I knew what I had to do. She told me that she was going to time me on her watch and that I had to take deep breathes through my nose.

I shook my head in apparent disappointment, but I just followed her lead. She told me to lay down with my head face up under her feet and she would put them on my face and I would have to kiss and smell them for 30 seconds.

I laid down right underneath her, and I was surrounded by two smelly, somewhat dirty, white socked feet. She put them both on my face very gently, with the middle of her arch over my lips, and told me to kiss her feet.

I kissed them a few times and then I pretended to struggle as I broke away.

She told me that was against the rules and that I would have to be penalized another 30 seconds. She told me if I did it again, she would have to strictly enforce it and make a few alterations.

I crawled back to the spot under her feet and her toes began to encase my nose. I took a few deep breaths and just fell in love with her scent. It was strong, but not super strong, and smelled just like feet do after sweating and running. I lasted about 10 seconds this time before I broke away. I felt pressure as I was pulling my face away, but it wasn’t enough and I got away.

She told me that I was now in trouble.

Sorry, gotta keep some people in suspense. If anyone is reading, e-mail me at luvfemfeetsmell@hotmail.com.