My Experiences

i knew from a very young age that the biggest thrill in the world for me involved a Woman's foot and feelings of humiliation and being beneath a Woman. When i was 12 years old a bet while in my friend's pool led me to have my first experience. My friend’s sister Sandra,  16 at the time, bet me She could stay under water longer than me. i pretended i could easily outlast Her and said i would kiss Her feet if i lost. i lost on purpose and i will never forget the feelings i felt when She sat on the pool's steps and put Her foot in the air. As several kids looked on, i pressed my lips to Her foot. The other kids howled in laughter and the feelings of humiliation coupled with my extreme attraction to feet blew my young mind. From then on, i constantly tried to massage and kiss Girls' feet or somehow feel humiliated at the hands of a Woman. i managed to give a few foot massages but if i dared ask to kiss Their feet, the Girl would act repulsed and mock me.  

Finally, when i was 19 i met a Woman who seemed to enjoy having me fawn over Her feet. She was a beautiful Lady named Jen and She seemed to know exactly how to drive me crazy. She was 24 when we met and She was more mature than me in every way. She was a bartender at a club called Twilo in NYC and i was a dumb college kid. We began dating and one night in Her living room She began complaining of sore feet as we watched a movie on Her couch. i offered to give Her a foot massage and She loved it. From then on, foot massages became as common as kissing. i tried so hard to pretend i didn’t enjoy rubbing Her feet and acted as if i was doing Her a favor. It just became a regular thing. She asked for a foot rub the first few times and then after that She would just lay down on the couch, put Her feet in my lap and i would get to it without a word. Then one night as i was rubbing Her feet She asked me if i enjoyed it. Every time i mentioned feet to girls they acted like i was a freak so i was conditioned to deny as to avoid the embarrassment. i was young and dreaded being labeled a freak in my social circle. i denied and denied and Jen seemed to enjoy making me squirm. Finally She took her foot, which was in my lap, and pressed it hard against my erection. She said she knew i was hard every single time i rubbed Her feet. i was speechless and so afraid She thought i was a weirdo and would tell everyone i knew. God bless Her because She made me feel normal about this for the first time ever. She told me it was "normal" and She thought it was cute. i felt so much better but i was still speechless. She asked me questions like what i liked about feet and what i would do to Her feet if i could do anything. i played dumb and just told Her i thought a Woman's foot was sexy and Her's in particular were very nice (they were! She took great care of them). She pressed and pressed for more info. She honestly seemed amused but in a good way. That made me feel good but years of embarrassment and denial had trained me to be dishonest. See, i did find a Woman's foot very attractive but i knew there was more to it. i had given a good number of foot massages and they were a huge turn on for me but i constantly fantasized about what my fetish really entailed. The feelings i felt when i kissed Sandra's foot in the pool fueled all my fantasies. Sandra was perched on a pool ladder. She was above me, looking down on me laughing as i kissed Her foot. Those feelings were the truth but i couldnt say it out loud. i wanted to feel the humiliation. i wanted to feel beneath a Woman. It is a very powerful gesture to be at the foot of a Woman. It says many things about respect, obedience and adoration. i wanted all that but i couldn’t tell Jen that. i was certain She would think i was a sexual deviant. That night i only admitted i found Her feet "pretty." i can still vividly recall Jen looking at me like i was full of shit. i was. 

Looking back now, i realize Jen probably had some knowledge about men with foot fetishes. Who knows how? She was slightly older and had older sisters. maybe that was it. i have no idea how She knew so much about me, but damn did She play me like a fiddle and i am grateful for that. We continued to date and we began seeing each other quite often.  Jen allowed me to indulge my fetish and reveal my desires to Her slowly. From regular massages, She then asked me once to paint Her toes. i was thrilled. Then one night while i rubbed Her one foot she took the other and caressed my cheek with it. i was in heaven and Jen had more power over me than anyone ever had. i adored Her and loved to be around Her. i was so damn shy and embarrassed about my fetishes but Jen seemed to know without me having to say a word.  It was wonderful.

After about 2 months of near daily foot rubs, one painting of Her toes and one instance of Her foot caressing my cheek Jen finally put me to the test. As i was rubbing Her feet one night, she began to rub Her one foot against my erection while rubbing the other against my face. She pressed Her soles against my lips and pressed down hard on my lap. I looked at Her in awe. It was easily the most turned on I had ever been. i grabbed Her foot in an effort to get Her toes in my mouth and began to take off my pants. As soon as i tried She pulled Her feet away and we had sex. We had been sleeping together  so it wasn’t a shock nor by any means a disappointment but afterwards i couldn’t help but wonder if Jen deliberately pulled Her feet away the second i got brave in regards to exploring my fetish. At the very least i felt comfortable as hell now. i couldn’t wait to mess around with Her feet again. Lo and behold, Jen was toying with me. For weeks, there were no massages. When we had sex, if i went for Her feet, She would pull them away and focus my attention elsewhere. It was very odd but She was a beautiful Woman who was fun and slept with me. my shy ass wasn’t about to complain or even bring it up. Besides, I wasn’t about to ask to rub her feet or ask why i couldn’t kiss them when we had sex. i thought that would be weird. We saw each other just about every night and just about every night i would rub Her feet in the beginning. She openly told me how much She loved it and of course i did too. After about two weeks of nothing with Jen's feet, i was practically going crazy and wondered if i would ever touch Her feet again.

Then one Friday night our relationship changed forever and my head damn near exploded. (yes, i do know the exact date. lol)

We had gone out to dinner and returned to Her house, both pretty drunk. The booze had me feeling pretty loose. I immediately tried to start some foreplay and She turned my advances down. She said She just wanted to watch a movie. So we sat on the couch and as She watched some movie i stared at Her feet. She had a skirt on and As usual She had on strappy heels and a perfect pedicure. After about a half hour of silence, Jen turned to me and said "Do you want to massage My feet?" The wording here is important. She would usually say "Will you massage My feet?" but now She was asking me. Trying to be cool and calm, i said something like "Sure. If You want." Jen gave this smirk i will never forget and said "Do YOU WANT to massage them?" I got an idea She was messing with me. I looked Her in the eye and said "Yes."  "Yes, what?" Jen asked and again gave me that knowing smirk. I said "Yes. I want to massage Your feet." She flat out laughed at me and said "Yeah, I know!" I now knew She was toying with me. I sheepishly laughed along with Her. I was expecting Her perfect feet in my hands for the first time in weeks but instead She just turned Her eyes back to the movie. Now i was a nervous wreck. A small part of me was so turned on and prayed She was playing with me but mostly i was afraid She was trying to get me to embarrass myself. I got up and went to the bathroom. When i came back, Jen was off the couch in an office chair. I sat back down on the couch. Immediately Jen told me She was just playing with me. She asked me if i had a foot fetish. i asked Her "isnt it obvious that i do?"  Jen then blew my mind. She basically told me She knew exactly "what kind of guy you are" and then She rattled off about two dozen or so things i had done over the past few months that led Her to believe "you have a foot fetish and you like dominant Girls." She brought up the fact that i constantly jump to fetch Her whatever She asks for, the fact that most Saturdays i would clean Her place from top to bottom while She slept. She told me i seemed "subservient", She knew a guy like me once and She thought it was great. She sounded like a veteran psycho-analyst as She told me "being submissive and having a foot fetish together is common." I was blown away. Who is this girl? Jen told me She liked being with me and She wanted me to be honest about my sexuality. i was still shy about all this but i told Her She was right. She pulled it out of me that i like being told what to do, i like being submissive, i like the idea of being a servant or slave, i like being controlled and humiliated and i have an extremely intense foot fetish. i felt pretty damn happy admitting all this for the 1st time ever.

We continued to date and for weeks and none of this was mentioned again. i had no idea what She was thinking. i heard Her when She said She was accepting of my sexuality but based on past rejection i was convinced She was judging me. i wasnt sure how She really felt and i wasnt sure if it would ever come up again. 

We had been dating for about 4 months when Jen told me our relationship would never get serious. It came out of nowhere and i was pretty shocked. She asked me if i was willing to hang out from time to time and just "have fun." Of course i agreed. We began seeing less and less of each other (we had been together quite often in the beginning). After about 3 weeks of no contact with Jen, She called me around 11pm on a Friday from work at the club. She told me to come by tomorrow around 1pm. i instantly agreed. i missed Her. When i got there the next day, we ate lunch i brought to Her place for us and watched some TV. After about an hour of sitting around She dropped the bomb on me. She changed my life forever right there in Her living room. She told me She was going to bed and She wanted me to "clean up a bit." My heart was racing. i instantly agreed. She smiled, kissed me on the cheek  and headed to the bedroom. As She walked away i asked Her what needed to be done and She flippantly replied "Everything." Off She went. i looked around, saw Her place was a mess and got to work. 

i never knew housework could be such a turn on! i wish i could tell you it was some scripted, sexual fantasy with Her leaning over me, barking orders as i worked, but it wasn’t. She slept and i cleaned the hell out of Her apartment. i never cleaned anything so thoroughly in my life. When i was done with every room but Her bedroom i knocked on the bedroom door. Jen was sound asleep. i climbed into Her bed and She woke up. She asked me if i was done cleaning and when i said i was She kindly told me to leave so She could sleep. Not what i was expecting but the way i was casually dismissed after about 4 hours of intense work was such a turn on. i felt the power She had, the power she was using and i loved it. Biggest turn on ever. I adore that transfer of power. It always completely blows my mind.

i went home and couldn’t believe what had just happened and the rush the day's events gave me. i prayed She would call again. i was the happiest man in the world when two weeks later She called again on a Friday. At 1pm Saturday i showed up. This time there was no lunch, no kissing, no small talk. She greeted me at the door and turned around and went right back to bed (She worked until 6am on most Fridays at Twilo). i was alone in a messy apartment and i got right to work. When i was done, i knocked on Her door and She told me to wait in the living room. That really turned me on. i watched TV for an hour before She got up. She came into the living room, made absolutely no mention of the work i had done and asked me if i was hungry. i took Her out to dinner, She told me She had plans tonight when i asked Her if i could come in after dinner. As i watched Her walk to Her door i knew our relationship had dramatically changed and i hoped like hell it would last. For over a year  this went on. Every Saturday, i would be there at 1pm and in a few hours Her place would shine, top to bottom. The first 3 times She slept while i worked. As i worked i fantasized about rewards for good work and punishment for bad. In my head, every second of these 3 to 4 hour cleaning jobs were spent dreaming of Her showing her power over me in new ways. i was honestly thrilled just to be of use to Her, to be in Her life in some way. it was rewarding and it was a turn on. 

On my fourth visit, things kicked up a notch. As i cleaned the living room windows, Jen laid on the couch reading a book. She asked me if i enjoyed this "arrangement." i told Her i did and She surprised me by adopting a tone She had never used with me before. She sounded angry when She told me if i was enjoying myself i could at least express a little gratitude. i aplogized and thanked her for letting me clean Her house. What a trip! i was so turned on. i felt those feelings of humiliation, degradation and ownership as i thanked Her for letting me work for Her. Those feelings became very real when She laughed at me and pointed out how pathetic i was for thanking Her for the opportunity to clean Her apartment. This was the first time Jen indulged the desires She knew very well that i had. i felt Her power. i felt humiliated a little. i prayed it would happen again. It did.

i was now at Her place every other Saturday without being asked. It was a given. Jen began indulging me more and more. i had previously confessed my desire to be humiliated, used and owned and my foot fetish. i felt so lucky when She used that knowledge to amuse both herself and me. It started with verbal communication. At first She ignored me when i began coming to clean. i just did what needed to be done without much direction from Her. Eventually, She would bark out orders from Her bed and i would reply with a “Yes, Ma'am." She never told me to say ma'am. It just felt right. Now i was following Her around the house after i proclaimed my work done. She inspected my work and pointed out what i did poorly. but She never yelled. I wanted Her to so badly but She was calm yet demanding. Her power was obvious and so was my willingness to please Her. I started out with standard housekeeping but as time went on my work became more involved. i would often make and serve Her meals. She knew i loved that. She rarely praised me verbally but i can tell when She was pleased with me because She would give me little rewards such as one time telling me to lick a pair of Her boots clean while tidying up Her closet or using me as a foot stool as She ate the lunch i prepared for Her on the couch. On time She demanded i crawl or kneel whenver i was in the same room as Her. These little rewards for good work increased and in turn so did punishment for mistakes A few times She pulled my hair or slapped me and made me repeat tasks over and over. One of the more memorable Saturdays was the day She invited two friends over while i worked. I must have been pleasing Her with my work because She knew the joy i would get out of being humiliated in front of Her friends. Jen showed off a bit that day. As the three of Them sat and talked, i worked around Them. As i worked they discussed me like i wasn’t even there. It was amazing. i was called away from my work to bring drinks and serving Jen and Her friends was a mind blowing experience! They were all pretty amused by my subservience and it felt great. i was so proud to allow Jen to show Her power over me while Her friends were there. She seemed to revel in it. 

This was one of the happiest times of my life. i was at her place twice a month. In addition i would sometimes be called during the week to cook for Her, do some work that popped up or drive Her places. I got to be a foot rest, i got to crawl and say "yes, Ma'am" and "no Ma'am", i got to be disciplined, i got to feel degraded in front of Her friends and most importantly i got to please Jen. I knew when i really made Her happy because She allowed me to fulfill fantasies i never thought would happen. 

The best night of our relationship, really of my life, was this one time when She had a party and the next day i came over and made a previously trashed apartment sparkle. All day Jen had the "on your knees when in the same room as Me" rules on." When i was done working, Jen gave me the most mind blowing rewards. First i crawled behind as She walked through the apartment inspecting my work. She was pleased and praised me like a puppy (another love of mine) as i crawled along side of Her. When we got to Her room, She told me to make the bed. As i did so, She pulled out a pair of heels and a pair of boots. She stood there with the shoes spread out on the floor and watched me make Her bed. Right before i was almost finished, Jen picked up the shoes, told me to come to Her when i was done with the bed and walked into the living room. i crawled to Her as She sat on the couch and kneeled in front of Her.

 I really must of made Her happy because She blew my mind that night, using everything She knew about me to drive me nuts. i just kneeled before Her for about an hour, my head bowed as She watched TV, never once acknowledging me except to demand i fetch Her a drink one time. Kneeling there before Her, waiting to be spoken to, i really felt the power She had over me. After about an hour of kneeling and waiting She told me to lie on my stomach at Her feet and worship the heels and boots She brought out. As She watched TV, i laid at Her feet licking Her shoes clean. Then She used me as a foot rest as She called her friend and watched TV. i sat motionless, Her sneakers on my back for about 30 minutes as i listened to Her talk about the party and tell Her friend all about the work i did today. Jen eventually put Her feet down off me and told me to kneel. She made me look Her in the eye and thank Her for the past few months. i happily thanked Her over and over again. She then made me beg to have Her allow me to massage Her feet. Finally! i went from touching Her perfect feet almost every day to not touching them in about six months! i took off Her sneakers, Her socks and rubbed Her soft feet in my hands. i had always rubbed Her feet while She was laying down and i sat at the end of a couch. This time was much different. This was what i had been dreaming about since i was a young boy. i was on me knees, rubbing Her feet. As she looked down on me, i looked up to Her, thanking Her for the honor. After a about 20 minutes of massage, She placed both feet on the ground in front of me and simply said "Kiss." From my knees, i brought my head to Her feet and kissed them over and over again, each time thanking Her for the honor. For the first time, the fantasies i had for years came true.

Jen kept me around for another few months after that. i was at Her service for just over  a year and She gave me some of the greatest memories of my life.I was blessed to experience acting as human furniture, begging, worshipping Her feet, taking orders, doing housework and chores, serving and preparing meals, pleasing Her and feeling like She owned me. She then told me She was moving into NYC with a roommate and we couldn’t See each other anymore. i was devastated. This was my first experience with a dominant woman. i had broken out of my shell and had the time of my life. i will always be grateful to Jen for letting me serve her for close to 13 months. It changed my life. I finally got to experience the transfer of power I had always dreamed of and I learned there were Women out there who enjoyed having someone at their service to use as They wished.