My Sweet Jenny
(Published on Tuesday, January 7, 2003)
This story was submitted anonymously.

My high school girlfriend, Jen was very understanding of my love of female feet. She loved to be pampered and feel like a queen. Jen told me when we first started dating that she had a fantasy about a man kissing her feet. That’s when I knew this was going to be a long lasting relationship. I didn’t tell her for the longest time that I was into feet, but I think she always suspected. Whenever we were together, she would tell me to take off her sneakers and socks and then massage her feet. When she had enough of the massage she told me to finish by kissing her feet from the tips of her toes to the heel and then all over the bottoms of her feet. This went on for along time. Jen told me that when I enter the room I should get down on my knees and say princess may I kiss your feet.

I think she new she had control over me but we never played like this in front of people. I wish I could say she was ticklish, but I was the one who could not stand being tickled. She enjoyed being the dominant one, that’s for sure. When we were in her room, she would sit in her chair at the computer desk and I had to sit on the floor by her feet as we played computer games or surf the net. If she wanted to talk on the phone, I had to kiss her feet and massage them till she was done. I loved taking care of her, so I didn’t mind.

One thing we did always got me exited. She would tie my hands and arms together with some rope and tie my legs to the end of her bed on the floor. Then my hands would be away from the bed and she would run another rope from her dresser and tie that rope to the one around my wrists so I could not move forward. Then she would give me a pass code to say if I needed her to stop. Jen would place her feet in my face with her toes cupped over my nose. She said she liked the way it felt when I was breathing heavily between her toes. Jen would start by tickling my armpits; she moved her nails slowly at first to get me exited then rapidly to get me laughing.  Next it was to my stomach and she would press her feet so hard on my face I felt like my head would pop, but she would tickle my stomach so much I would shake and then I would yell out the pass word.

Jen would always say, "You baby, you could have lasted longer." I would have to kiss her feet 'til I could go on.  She always tried to tickle my knees, but it really didn’t do anything to me. To get to my feet, she would lie on her stomach with her feet on my chest and neck.  It killed me when she tickled the tops of my feet but she liked to hear me laugh and beg for her to stop.  Afterwards I would receive a handjob with her feet in my face. I figured she really enjoyed herself with me always under her feet, but I loved it too.

In July Jen joined a tennis club with some friends from school.  Jen, by the way at the time this took place, was 18 years old with brown eyes and brown hair around 110 lbs. with a size 6 foot. I always picked her up after her practice or match and we would hang out with her friends and have ice cream or something cold to drink.  I normally tended to Jen's feet in private or massaged them with someone there, but I never kissed her feet in front of anyone before.

After the third week of tennis, Jen, Tracey, and Paula were getting tired of the constant feedback that the coaches were giving. They just wanted to play and have fun.  Tracey suggested that we hang out at her older sister's apartment Friday night and have fun.  We could play tennis Friday afternoon and then order some pizza and drink some beer.  I asked if this was a girls' night out?  Jen replied, "You can come. I want to be with you and the others don’t mind."

I was always a little shy of pretty girls, so was a little worried, but I figured it would be great to see all of the girls' feet. One thing about Jen was, she always showered after practice, so I never really smelled her feet when they were stinky.

On Wednesday, Jen and Tracey were out shopping all day in her sandals.  Jen called me and told me she was going to come at 6 p.m. and told me we could go for a quick run to get something to eat and watch TV. Her mother was never home 'til 11 or 11:30 at night. Jen was very athletic; she was always into sports and working out. I met her, and Tracey was there, but she was just going to crash while we ran.

We went for a 30-minute run. Jen ran in her tennis sneakers with no socks on. I wanted so bad to be under her feet, but with her friend there, nothing would happen. As it turned out, Tracey had to go home. Her mother had called, so she left. Jen told me to put a pizza in the oven. We were talking and teasing each other when the phone rang. After she was talking for a minute, she told me it was Tracey. Jen was standing next to the counter, so I asked her if she wanted a chair. She just pointed to her feet.  I looked at her like, "Are you kidding."

She gave me a look like, "Get over here!"

I went to kiss her cheek and she grabbed me by my ear and pulled me down to the floor. She whispered in my ear, "Lay on the floor, slave boy!"

I wanted to smell her feet, but not like this. With her left foot she slid off her right sneaker and did the same with her other sneaker. I could smell a smell like no other. With her left foot, she placed her toes on my forehead and moved my head up and said, "Stay!"

She kicked her sneakers under my face and placed her foot on my head and moved my head down so my nose was in her sneaker. She let out this laugh and her friend must have asked, "What are you doing?"

Jen replied, "I’m tormenting John."

They started talking about shopping again and I smelled Jen's sneakers. They didn’t smell as bad as I thought they would, but I was so turned on, I lost my load. After about 10 minutes or so, she whispered in my ear to kiss her feet, but to stay on the floor. With this she moved her right foot in front of my face and then stood on her foot. I started kissing her heal, but she moved her foot so that she was on her toes. I crawled over closer and started licking her foot from as close to the toes as I could get and licked right up to her heal. After a couple of minutes I did the same thing to her other foot. Then she moved a chair over and sat down while still talking on the phone like nothing was going on. I didn’t know if I should get up or just stay still.

A couple of minutes passed and she motioned with her finger for me to crawl over to her. I moved on my stomach to her feet and she pointed to her toes. I licked her toes and the top of her foot and even cleaned between her toes. Her breathing was getting quicker and her friend must have noticed as well. She must have asked where I was because Jen told her, "John’s worshipping my feet." I stopped right away. I thought I would die. Tracey must have not believed her because Jen kept saying, "No, really!"

Jen hung up the phone and said she was coming over to see for herself.  I told Jen I loved her, but I could not let anyone see me do this. Jen just kept on laughing. "I knew you would love my sweaty feet. I saw you sniffing my socks in the hamper. It’s okay, I like it. The girls thought I was lying when I told them you are my footboy."

When Tracy arrived, I denied everything, which got Jen really mad. We turned off the oven and decided to go get some tacos. Jen tried telling Tracey about the things we did, and Tracey was saying, "Admit it John."

My face was so red, I wished they would let this drop. Jen told Tracey, "You’ll see."

Jen looked right into my eyes and said, "You are going to get it really bad, you little bitch."

I decided it was time to go, so I said my goodbyes. Jen didn’t even want to kiss me goodnight. She just said, "Don’t forget you have to pick us up from practice Friday morning. I don’t want to see or hear from you until then."