The first half of Part 1 is introducing the setting so may be a bit boring, but from then onwards it's straight action! And while that got her many tongue-lashings from our two other roommates who were understandably disgusted, I instead had to always pretend to be appalled too, and leave for my room so Rebecca wouldn’t notice my nearly bursting pants. She immediately stood up and stomped on the sole of her turned shoe, so my front would be engulfed in it even deeper.

After I cleaned all ten of her toes once, I took then in my mouth again, toe after toe, and far longer this time, I licked, sucked, even nibbled on them, nearly a minute for each toe, all of which rebecca seemed to really appreciate. She lowered her foot left to my head again, and presented me with a playful smile which I really appreciated at this point. When I was around fourteen I realized I have a strong footfetish, I understood why I always unconsciously stared at my female classmates shoes and feet when we had sport classes, I understood why I enjoyed to massage my ex-girlfriends feet so much. I’m only telling this story anonymously in the first place because I want to inspire other people with a secret foot fetish who can’t live it out - If a chance presents before you, take it.I definitely wanted to dedicate myself to her and wanted to prove that I am worthy enough to be her 'personal holiday slave' but I had no idea how far she would take it. When someone has a foot fetish it means they sexualize feet to the point they become a strong trigger for arousal. That was the beginning of my new life, my life as the personal foot slave of my best friend and now mistress, my roommate Rebecca. She stood towering above me, hands on her hips, the sun right behind her head in my view adding to the Goddess complex she already had on me.

After staring at it which could have been a few seconds into the moment where it becomes questionable, I managed to look up and see who this divine foot belonged to.If he is lucky, and obedient like a good little boy for the rest of the party, I think I might let him be my personal holiday slave. All that while the taste and smell of Rebecas feet, which I probably loved more than anything else on the world, filled my mouth and nose thoroughly. Surprisingly, even after many drinks and not being able to walk straight anymore, I could still swim pretty good. She elaborates that she has a few clients who are shoe specific: Some only like heels, others are exclusively turned on by old, dirty boots. I wanted to flinch back or remove her feet with my hands, but her warm, sweat-soaked socks covered my entire face, and when I thought their smell two days ago was incredible strong, now I almost fainted because of how foul-smelling they were.

But since I hadn’t have a girlfriend for a while and was never brave enough to tell anyone about my fetish, I couldn’t live out in in any way. In any case, from what I've read so far, the idea between two friends discovering and experimenting on their fetishes is highly appealing to me and from what I've read so far, I think you are doing a very good job! I continued to attend to her feet while staring down at them making sure not to look at anything else, so my 100% concentration was on completing this job. Rebecca made a step left and placed one of her naked feet directly to the left side of my head, while her other was right from it. Though it's not necessarily true for everyone with a foot fetish, she says that some people with foot fetishes need feet to be involved in a sexual experience to achieve sexual gratification.

Her feet were on the floor exactly where she pointed; she hadn't moved after giving the command, and her flip flops were behind her. To handle the costs as a poor student without financial help from his parents, I moved into a shared apartment at the beginning of my studies with three other young students, two girls and a guy.

We took a few minutes to recover a bit, I tried to calm my exploding heart and aching pants, and savored the taste in my mouth, tried to ache the smell, taste and form of her feet forever in my memories so I would never, ever forget them. The two girls burst into uncontrollable laughter, obviously still under the influence combined with being in a very high and upbeat mood. I made a second lick, got greedy and made a third, I slowly moved my eager tongue up and down her soles, making sure not the slightest, tiniest spot of her foot would be missed. I sucked each of her chubby, soft toes individually, the fact that she moved them around in my mouth playfully while I sucked on them only made it so much better.Actually Tom, there is a question that I have”, she opened her legs and let them dangle from the bed.