Unable to focus on anything but her and her marvelous feet I could feel that I could explode at any second. I am a successful businessman that works in finance in my early 40’s who has had an insatiable foot fetish since early in my childhood. Picturing her in a school girl uniform with pigtails ala Go Go Yabari from Kill Bill isn’t much of a stretch. Personalized advertising may be considered a “sale” or “sharing” of information under California and other state privacy laws, and you may have a right to opt out.

Looking to atone for my actions and not lose the most important thing in my life I diligently wrote this apology and quickly volunteered to pay for their dinner. With the encouragement of My Empress, I was starting to become the mockery of this coffee clotch of Coeds. Let’s just say it was amazing but unfortunately afterwards we had a misunderstanding and it appeared that things with her would abruptly end. So I figured I would share a story that happened to me last Friday night that not only represents Asian humiliation but was quite frankly the hottest experience I have ever been a part of. I was so psyched to have her back in my life and was about to find out that I wasn’t even scratching the surface of how much that would be the case.Despite any interactions in this story, the author supports inclusivity, consent, and body positivity. You fucking foot freak” Then she said, “From here on you are ONLY allowed to cum to my feet” “You can no longer date because you are not permitted to ejaculate from anything but MY feet, understood? I was replaceable in an instant and I was only blessed with such good fortune because she had time to kill, wanted to use me to provide her with gifts for the privilege and she received great amusement in making a grown businessman worship her feet. Based on our past get togethers, I'm certain that I will have an INCREDIBLE story to share with you shortly thereafter.

I have been fortunate enough over the years to have had several friends and later girlfriends who have indulged my fetishes. She made it clear that the girls in the salon would know that I was in fact there because I was her footbitch and that my job was to be there serving her whims. I came to find out that she had expected me to notify her of my arrival so as not to waste her time if for some reason I didn’t make it. Sharing my stories about my experiences with her seems like an obligation especially to anyone that fantasizes about things like this and has yet to fulfill those fantasies. Rub the toes now footbitch” “You’re so pathetic, look at you massaging my feet while people walk by” “Most men like pussy, or tits, or ass but not you foot freak.

She moved, started an internship in NYC, and now she is preparing to travel overseas for 2 weeks (on another one of her fortunate slaves' dime quite frankly). In a way I feel obligated to put these events in print since there are undoubtedly many fetish interested brethren that are yet to fulfill a fantasy like this because they are afraid, or inexperienced, young and unsure. Nevertheless, my desire to satisfy my fantasies far outweighed my fear so I pulled up and parked in the most inconspicuous spot I could find.

As I pulled up to drop her off at her car, she rewarded me with a pair of her old funky Uggs slippers to enjoy in her absence and restated that she was so thrilled to share this all with her girlfriends at dinner. It features foot, shoe, and leg worship, as well scent play, light humiliation, and playful power exchange. I want you to clean my feet with your filthy tongue” Instantly, I obeyed her commands and removed her socks revealing her perfect size eight and a half feet: the objects of my desire.

I am no longer allowed to ejaculate unless it is done at her feet or in honor of them while she either watches on cam or listens over the phone. I’m not sure if her aggravation with my compliance made her exceedingly cruel once she met me but either way I was about to have my world rocked. My body started shaking uncontrollably and the convulsions I was having caused her to increase her mockery and roar with laughter coincidentally while several kids again passed by my window. The 103 third parties who use cookies on this service do so for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalized ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products. I've had a few additional experiences including a breathtaking physical meeting yesterday but it doesn't seem like I'm getting much traction on here.

When I relay these unbelieveble events I hope that my stories can inspire or reassure them to go after their dreams because sometimes they can become a reality. She made me apologize DIRECTLY to her soles and swear my everlasting allegience to them for my indiscretions as she giggled.I enjoy writing and sharing these INCREDIBLE experiences very much but if I don't have an audience to share with it seems pointless to do so. She told me she never cared to know my real name because she would refer to me now and forever as her footbitch.