Foot Fetish Inversion Machine Fun
(Published on Monday, June 28, 2004)
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I had the strangest, and yet most erotic experience a few months ago that involved the kind of foot fetish fun that I had never experienced before. I was shocked and a little guilty at my response to how this foot fetish experience of mine evolved, especially since it was a 1st-time experience for me. I ended up doing some on-line searches about foot fetishism, which is how I eventually arrived here at Great Feet. It's not that I haven't heard of what a foot fetish is. I know what it is. Or at least I thought I did. But it's not just one thing. It is, or can be, a combination of activities. After that first experience, which went much farther than either one of us had intended, I am especially interested in pursuing more foot fetish fun.

It all started at my neighborhood mall, just as all of the shops were closing down for the day. I had spent the previous couple of hours at the gym working out, and then soaking in the steam room and jacuzzi until my hands and feet had turned into prunes. Afterwards, I was doing some window shopping when I came across a health food store that also contained a good supply of exercise equipment on the 2nd floor of the store.

I had come into the store carrying my gym bag, which the clerk up front allowed me to keep at the desk while I looked around. I'm 46 years old, and this young clerk was no more than half my age. I remember how he made a quick remark about how "great" my feet looked. I've had compliments about my feet before because I keep my feet in really good shape with regular pedicures, and I'm also using lotions to keep them soft. Most of the compliments that I get are about the color of my toenails, which I change often, but this young man's quick comment seemed more than just a passing compliment. He actually seemed to be smitten with my feet, as if that was all that he cared about when he looked at me. He was pretty shy, too, which was kind of cute, and he looked embarrassed as soon as he complimented me about my feet.

I guess I wasn't really paying him that much attention when he told me how great my feet looked, although I realized exactly what he had said after I walked past him. At the time, all I could say was, "What?"

He just mumbled and replied, "Oh, nothing." Then he added, as if he hoped that I would stay, "Feel free to stay as long as you'd like. I have to lock up the front, but I won't be leaving for a while now. Just let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks," I replied back. "I will." I suppose I should have just walked back out of the store since it was actually closing time, but I didn't, and now I'm glad of it. I was actually pretty bored. In retrospect, I guess I was looking for some adventure. Who would have guessed that I would have found it right there in that store?

While the store clerk locked the front door, and then headed for the register to do some work, I headed up the stairs to check out the exercise equipment. I don't think that I had been upstairs more than a couple of minutes when this guy appeared before me. It was kind of funny, because when I saw him, he appeared to be upside down to me. But it was me who was upside down. I had laid down onto one of those inversion machines, and somehow I was feet up on the thing when he found me.

"Do you need any help with that," he asked.

"I'm just kind of looking," I told him. "I probably shouldn't be wasting your time here if you want to be heading home."

"No, not at all. I'm not going anywhere anyway. Please take your time."

"So what does this thing, do?" I asked.

"Well, a lot of things," he replied as he tried not to stare at my bare feet, which were practically right in his face as he stood there. His face was only inches from my wrinkled soles, and it was clear that he didn't want to go anywhere.

I wasn't at all uncomfortable with this guy, who was really a kid to me, even though he was probably 22 or 23 years old. I'm old enough to be his mother! He was cute in a nerdy kind of way with a tossled head of blonde hair, and a somewhat pimply face. The only thing that I was wearing were baggy sweats, and flip-flops, though I had taken off my flip-flops before climbing into that thing.

At the time I was hanging upsidedown, but it felt great with the blood rushing down to my head. It actually felt quite comfortable once I was settled in, though I was having a little difficulty keeping my feet in place without slipping out from underneath the padded frame. My long slender toes of my size 8 1/2 feet were flexing a bit as I tried to stay in place, and I noticed that the frame had somehow locked itself into place.

"You forgot to lock your ankles into the restraints," he told me. Then out of embarrassment he added, "But not everyone uses them."

"Oh," I replied back. "And this thing seems to be locked into place with me upside down in it," I told him.

"Yeah, it's designed that way," he explained. "See?" He continued. "Just hit this, and you will be free-floating again." The second he flipped the lock, the soles of my feet free-floated right into his face.

"Sorry about that," I quickly said.

"Hey, it's quite alright. I don't mind at all." Trying to be funny I guess (and also acting out his foot fetish), he kind of held onto my ankles and smacked his face into the soles of my feet a couple of times, which were being held close together.

I sort of laughed and told him, "Well, if you don't mind." Then he kind of pressed his entire face into my soles and seemed to take a big whiff. I was almost embarrassed by it, and yet, I was also aroused in a very odd kind of way. Nobody had ever done that before. My first thought was that I was glad that I had washed my feet so thoroughly just before coming into the store. My second thought was, "I wonder what else you'd like to do to my feet?" But out loud I asked him. "So, you like feet, huh?"

A little sheepishly he answered back, "Yes ... I uh ... I kind of have a foot fetish."

I was more intrigued than anything else, and wanted to know more. "So if you could do anything you wanted with my feet, what yould you like to do?"

"I don't know if I should say," he answered cautiously. "I mean, I don't want to get into any trouble. You know, doing something like this with a customer."

I guess I felt like giving him a hard time, because I told him, "Well, I haven't bought anything yet, so technically I'm not a customer." Now one would think that under the circumstances, I would be the one who would feel awkward or uncomfortable, especially being somewhat vulnerable being practically locked into that inversion equipment, but I didn't. He seemed to be the one in distress about the situation before him. Before he could answer back, and to add a little levity, I crossed my wrists over one another and added, "Oh, come on now. Just for the sake of argument, say I was tied up in this thing, and you could have your way with my feet, what would you like to do?"

Not only was this young man nervous, but he was also getting pretty horny. I could see that his cock had gotten hard by our short conversation, as it was poking out against his blue jeans. Sometimes when people get really nervous, they laugh, and this is exactly what he did. He laughed out loud and with a little momentary bravado he replied back, "Well ..."

"Go on," I told him. I was more curious than anything else about what he'd like to do to my feet. Frankly, some really naughty thoughts suddenly began popping into my head, and I was having my own fantasies of this young man taking advantage of me.

"Well, have you ever been tied up before?" He asked.

"No," I lied. I had actually been tied up quite a few times before, as a previous boyfriend, and a former husband had done this with me, much to my pleasure and satisfaction. "Why? Have you ever tied anyone up before?"

"A couple of times," he answered matter-of-factly. "It can be very helpful if someone has ticklish feet. Are your feet ticklish?"

"Not too terribly," I told him truthfully, though I didn't admit that at times, my feet could be pretty ticklish. But I almost wanted the challenge of seeing how much foot tickling I could take if this is what he wanted to do.

"So are you saying that it would be alright to tie you up in this thing?" He asked.

"I don't know. What do you think?" I asked him back.

I could see that his mind was racing a mile a minute. "I'd really like to ... I mean ... could I?"

"I don't know, " I teased him. "Could you?"

At this point, while chatting, he had successfully locked my ankles into place together with a pair of rubber cuffs that were fastened with velcro. I hadn't tried to stop him at all, and was actually hoping that things would lead to me being tightly bound in this inversion machine. As I explained earlier on, I was shocked and a little guilty at my response to how this foot fetish experience of mine evolved, but I was feeling particularly horny that evening, and frankly, didn't think a lot about it when this opportunity arose.

With my wrists still crossed over one another, I closed my eyes as he deftly bound them together with his tie. He used his belt to secure my bound wrists into place. He started to blindfold me with a silk scarf that he had whipped out of his pocket.  "How oddly convienent," I thought. I immediately objected. "No, no no,"  I told him. "I don't want to be blindfolded."

"Oh, sorry," he answered.

I don't know why I suddenly changed my mind about it, but I blurted out, "Well, if you really want to," and then I added rather coyly, "I mean, I can't do much about it now, now can I?"

He just kind of hummed and softly tied the blindfold in place, though he didn't do it so carefully that I was unable to be completely without sight. With a little effort, I could actually peer a little underneath the blindfold and make out some shapes. For the most part, though, I just kept my eyes closed shut.

I'm not sure what he used to tie down my arms and legs, but he secured them in such a way that I was unable to move more than a half inch in any direction. Admittedly, it was a turn-on for me to be so completely tied down, though I hadn't expected it.

He moved me around on that inversion machine a little bit, putting me in all kinds of positions. I guess he was sort of testing out various positions, just to see what worked out best for him. It was able to move virtually 360 degree, even to the point that I was facedown for a bit. His final position pretty much had me as I was originally, so that my head was near the floor, and my feet were in the air.

For the next 45 minutes or so, he licked and sucked every inch of my feet and toes. I was in Heaven! As far as I was concerned, he could do this to me all night long. Once in a while he would tickle the soles of my feet, and that night my feet were especially ticklish. Luckily for me, he had a knack for stopping just before I could stand it no more. Whew!

The only down side was that I was getting hornier and hornier as he continued worshipping my feet. It was starting to drive me a little mad, but I didn't want to ask him to finish me off sexually, as I felt that I had done enough to pretty much seduce this young man into doing what we were doing together. Thankfully, he was getting out of control himself, and was starting to be a lot more aggressive. It was a sexual aggression that I welcomed. He wasn't meanspirited in any way, unlike my previous boyfriend, or my ex-husband.

Being blindfolded and unable to fully see how he was doing it, I could feel his cock pressing in between my legs, even through my sweats, as he hugged me upside down. His face was pressed in between the soles of my feet. He was hungrily licking my soles and sucking my toes while humping my legs. To my embarrassment, but also to my sexual arousal, my sweats were being pulled up towards him as he humped my legs. I couldn't tell if he was doing this on purpose, or if they were just coming off because of how he was humping me. Little by little, this caused my sweats to be pulled towards my knees, thusly exposing my pussy, as I had decided not to put on any underwear when I left the gym earlier on.

When he finally touched me there, my fully exposed clit, I was relieved. I wanted him to bring me to an orgasm. I ached to climax. He could tell from my body language that I wanted him to play with me while he was sucking my toes and licking my soles. He was in the perfect position for it, too. With my soles in his face as he hugged the back of my legs with one arm, he reached around me to my clit, and began to finger me. By then I was so horny and ready to cum that it took no longer than a minute or so before I began to climax in waves of sexual relief.

Maybe it was because I was cumming, I don't know, but my feet suddenly became especially ticklish. So when he started nibbling my soles, and running his teeth across my heels and the balls of my feet, I could hardly take it anymore. I struggled as much as I could to free myself from the torturous, but nonetheless erotic heavy tickling, but I was strapped into that device; that inversion machine, and I was helpless to stop him. Deep down I wanted him to tickle torture me until I couldn't take it any more, and I was practically at that point, but I was also loving the pleasure rush that I was getting from it. Unless you've experienced it, and you're really into the tickling scene, it's hard to describe.

Needless to say, I ended up buying that inversion machine, but only when my young foot fetish partner agreed to make regular visits to my place to strap me in for some tickling fun and foot worship. Of course, it wasn't hard to convince him to take me up on my offer.