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I'm not interested in online play/relationships, but feel free to message if you'd care to talk about anything.
How it started:
I developed a foot fetish in middle school; I have no idea why; I just liked the look of them; the arches, toes; everything. I didn't really entertain the thought of doing anything with feet until I entered high school; and I wondered what it'd be like to have my some of the girls in my class press their feet against my face. It was most distracting during the warmer months when they wore sandals; seeing their toes was like cleavage for me.
One day after school, I asked a close friend of mine if she'd let me play with her feet; I figured she'd be the best person to ask in hopes of finding someone to act on my urge. She asked what I meant by that and I told her I didn't really know, just that I wanted them near my face and I'd go from there. She thought it was weird but harmless enough so she came over to my house. She sat on my bed, with her feet danging over the side. I knelt before her, grabbed her ankles and rested her feet on my face. The warmth felt so nice against my skin. She asked "You're liking this? Don't they smell?" I breathed in and was welcomed by a wonderful feminine foot scent. I started getting erect. I told her it smells really nice. I inhaled some more. Then I pressed the sole of her right foot against my lips, and give it a kiss. I kissed all along her sole, and then I stuck out my tongue and gave it a lick. I looked up at her and she gave me a sour-looking face. I told her it tastes nice. I kept licked her entire sole, the heel, the top of her foot, and then I put her big toe in my mouth. I gently sucked, then licked between her toes; she moved her foot away and said she was ticklish. I tried sucking her toes again but she kept pulling them out of my mouth, so that was that.
She asked what I enjoyed about playing with her feet. I didn't really know how to answer, I just knew that the taste, texture and smell excited me and made me erect. I also liked the slight feeling of degradation that came with it.
Most humiliating moment:
I was in a nice restaurant with a young woman I was seeing whom I engaged in dom/sub role play with regularly. In the middle of our meal, she spooned some mashed potatoes on her shoe, and told me to lick it off. I looked around the restaurant at all the other customers. When I looked back at her, she said she was waiting. I bit my lower lip and got under the table to clean her shoe, but she no, to do it out in the open. I crawled out and began doing as she asked. I didn't want to look up for fear every customer was gazing at me. Soon enough a waiter came over and told us we had to leave for disrupting everyone else.She wiped her shoes off with her napkin; settled the bill, and we left. I just looked at the floor until we exited the restaurant.
Favorite punishment:
My former dom went out of town to visit her family. She left me alone, and in charge of taking care of her rescue cats. I had to give one of the kittens medicine twice a day, every day, otherwise she'd have irregular bowel movements and just make a mess everywhere. She hated the medicine and it'd take me forever to chase her around, pry open her mouth, and feed it to her. I ended up missing several doses and she ruined the entire apartment...the couch, carpet, sheets; just everything was a mess and I had no time to clean it up before she came home. She saw the state of the apartment and knew that I didn't give her the medicine.
She sat down and ordered me over her lap, she gave me a few light smacks, alternating between each cheek. She pulled my underwear to one side and stuck it in my crack and spanked my flesh. She then switched to the other side, spanked me for a bit, and then grabbed onto both sides and gave me a wedgie while smacking me harder. Then she had me stand up, and pull down my underwear to my knees before getting back into her lap. She lectured me about how irresponsible I was and that she'd never leave me alone again. She said a friend of her's would have to watch me from now on. She spanked me harder with her hand and then grabbed a small paddle. She'd spank one side then the other, and then she picked up the pace and spanked me quickly several times.
She then made me take my underwear completely off, and told me to get down on my knees and lie flat on her couch with my arms spread out. She sat on my back and hit me several times with a slapper. Then she stood above me, I was between her legs and she kept spanking me. We moved to the dining room and she told me to bend over the table. She took a riding crop and I had to count after every strike. I counted up to ten. She then switched to a cane and hit me ten more times. Afterwards, I was bent over her knee and she spanked me with a hairbrush until she was satisfied with the marks she made.
Favorite reward:
Getting to lie in my dom's lap all evening as she played with my hair.
Then I got to sleep next to her while she held me like a stuffed animal.
Stuff I'd like to get better at:
Increase my pain threshold when being ball busted.
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This is a punishment I had; for those who enjoy reading about them.
One weekend my dom was out of town visiting her brother and in the evening I had a major urge to masturbate. This was a few months of already living with her, and I rarely felt compelled to touch myself. She never discussed whether I was allowed to or not. So I went into her room and sifted through her laundry. I found a pair of pantyhose which I stuck my cock in, and started masturbating. I took one of her heels, pressed it to my nose and used the other one to rub my cock with until I came. Later that evening she called to check up on me. She asked how my day went and if I did anything I wasn't supposed to. I was silent for a little bit, wondering if I should say anything. Of course I could've lied and she wouldn't have known, but I'm too honest, even in real life, I just reveal everything even if it's not in my best interest. So I told her what I did and she was really pissed; she hated that I got cum on her shoes and pantyhose. She told me once she came home, that she'd make sure I wouldn't touch myself for a long time. She hanged up before I could even say anything.
Two days later, when I hear the door opening, I grit my teeth and wait for her to give me a verbal lashing. She doesn’t say anything except to follow her. She tells me to sit in the hallway in front of her bedroom door. I kneel down and wait for her to change and wash up. She walks out of her room and motions for me to follow her. We go outside and enter the apartment next door which she also leased.
We enter the bedroom and she tells me to remove all my clothes, and then put my hands against the wall with my legs spread. She walks up behind me and just stands there for a moment and then walks around the room. Finally she kicks me in the testicles; not super hard, but enough. She waits several seconds between kicks. It’s painful but not enough to bring me to the floor. She grabs a whip and strikes my cock then from under to hit my balls. She moves to either side of me and continues to hit me until I remove my hands from the wall and cover my pubic area. She gives me a short break and says she’s waiting. I put my hands back on the wall, and she keeps using the whip to torture my cock and balls. At this point every two strikes are enough to bring me to my knees and I begin to whimper.
She asked if I had enough, but I didn’t want to disappoint her, so I’d get back up. Take my strikes, cover my cock, but she’d remove my hands and keep whipping. I’d fall to the floor, whimper more, and repeat the whole process over and over again. I don’t remember how long it lasted. Every time I hit the floor or squirmed away she’d ask if I had enough. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to take much more, but I didn’t want to give in.
I didn’t last much longer though, the lightest hit sent me to the floor and she was tired of it, so then she chained me to the wall and left me there as she went back to her apartment. I was panting and looking down at my cock, I had never seen it so mangled. I’d guess I was left there for around an hour, until she came back and released me. |
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This is just a fun scenario I thought of.
I'm in a corner on the floor; my shoulder against the wall; gagged, my wrists and ankles tied. You're sitting across the room; legs crossed; drawing circles in the air with your stocking-encased foot. My eyes are fixed on your beautiful toes and I begin to drool at the thought of tasting them. "Don't they look delicious?" you ask me. I nod in agreement. "Stay where you are; just gaze lovingly at them." I do as I'm told; keeping my eyes on your feet. You raise your right hand, and motion me to come towards you. I use my elbows as I struggle to crawl towards you, inch by inch.
Once I reach you; I lay my head on the top of your feet, feeling their warmth and softness as I catch my breath. You raise them slightly, signalling for me to get off. I lift my head and place it on the floor; you then put your feet on top. You caress my face and neck with your smooth soles. I could lie there forever, with your feet nuzzling me. You stop and place them on the floor to the right of my head. "Go ahead, give them a kiss...oh, that's right; you can't...try anyway." I squirm to face your feet. With the gag in my mouth, I let my lower lip touch the top of your toes. "Is this torture for you; being so close, yet unable to do anything with them?" I nod. Your adorable little toes, only slightly visible through your stockings; I wanted them in my mouth so badly. "Not yet...just keep imaging how good they taste." After several minutes, you tell me to raise my head. I follow your fingers as they touch the back of my neck. You run them up and lightly tap on the buckle holding the gag in place. "Are you ready for this to come off?" I nod. You unfasten the gag and toss it to the side. I wipe the drool from my lips with my forearm. Your rub the side of your right foot against the corner of my mouth. I look up at you, waiting for permission to indulge. "Go ahead; enjoy."
I use my fists to lift your right foot; press my nose against your toes, and inhale the wonderful scent through your stockings. I breath in deeply for several moments. I kiss the tip of each one, then run my tongue back and forth along the top of them. You move your foot way, lightly slapping the side of my face. You tell me to get on my knees. "Open your mouth wide." I do as instructed; you shove your foot in my mouth. "I want to see you suck it like a cock." I bob my head on your foot, sucking gently. "Look at me while you're doing that." I place my wrists in my lap, and peer up at you. "What a cute little foot slut boy you are...this is where you belong, don't you?"
I keep sucking on your toes until you pull your foot out of my mouth and slap my face with it again. "My other foot is feeling left out." You lift your left foot, and I lick from the base to the tip of each toe, then I do my best to lick between each one through your stockings. "Suck the sweat out...now spit on them" I spit on your toes and lick them all over. "Spit again, and suck it out of my stocking." I follow your instructions and make slurping sounds as I suck the spit from it. I swirl my tongue around your big toe and gently suck. "My toes own you, don't they, you little foot slut." I nod and keep servicing your big toe. I then plant kisses all over your toes. "Yes, show me how much you love them; how much of a slave you are to them." I keep kissing until you shove my face away with you foot. "You've had enough." You pick up the gag, place it in my mouth and fasten it. "Back to your corner my little toe slut." I inch my way back and rest against the wall as you stand up and walk out of the room. |
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