53 Foot Fetish Short Stories

by Andreas Bauer

  Entering Wendy’s bedroom, I suddenly realized what was actually happening; how far was this going to go?, was this just some sort of cruel game she was playing with me?, so many questioned were spinning around in my head, but in my excited state, I was not fit to answer any of them, or even care what was right and wrong. Wendy sat on the edge of her king-sized bed; the site of many scenes of orgasmic excitement between herself and her husband, I thought to myself. She was wearing black trousers, which were just longer than ankle length; these partially obscured my view of her feet. She wore a black sandal, with a leather strap that crossed over the middle of her foot, covering about one-third of her skin. As she sat there on the edge of the bed cross-legged, and shook her foot from side to side, in the same authoritative manner that she always did, and just looked at me. I stood over the other side of the room; my eyes transfixed on her foot as it swayed from side to side. Eventually she said "Come over her"; I did as she instructed, still concentrating on the fascinating motion of her foot, moving left, then right continuously. "Get on your knees" she said in a definitely dominant tone of voice. I did not respond as I was still besotted with the movement of her foot; "Now!!" she exclaimed, seeming somewhat annoyed with me; this time I did as she commanded. "Now... I want you to take my shoe of… just the one", I followed her instructions, and slowly removed the shoe from her right foot; this was by far the best view I had ever had of her feet; they were so perfect in every way, the scent from her foot caught my nose as I placed the shoe on the floor; it was delightful.

  My cock was bulging prominently in my pants, but Wendy paid little attention to that at the moment. "Now… I want to see you kissing my foot" I instantly did so; the feeling of my lips on her soft flesh was delightful, I began by kissing the top of her foot just below her ankle, and slowly worked down towards her toes, savoring every delicate odor, and taste of her heavenly foot. As I continued kissing she said, "That’s good; I like seeing you worship my feet, it gives me an element of control over you", I said nothing, but knew that she was enjoying her dominance as much as I was enjoying worshipping her foot.

  After kissing her foot for several minutes she said, "OK; now I want to see you sucking my toes", I did as she said; she was being deliberately dominant, and making the whole process slow because she knew I was really turned-on, and desperate to devour her feet. I began by placing her big toe in my mouth; it felt so good as I caressed it with my tongue; taking time to savor the delicate salty taste; Wendy muttered "Hmmmm.. that’s it; that’s really good"; I moved to her second toe; once again the taste was so good; and I was rock hard by this time; dying to get down to something a little more stimulating for my cock; but still she sat there and watched me orally worshipping her feet.

  Wendy pulled her foot from my mouth, and rotated it anti-clockwise in front of my face, "What shall I do with you now?" she asked in a devious tone of voice. "I think it’s about time you took those clothes off... don’t you?” I got the feeling this was not a question, but more of an order. I stood-up, and rapidly removed my clothes; carefully removing my pants, so as not to bend my fully erect cock. As I stood fully naked in-front of Wendy; my erect cock jumping with every beat of my heart; she smiled and said, "I see my feet have quite an effect on you", this was more a statement of the obvious, than an astute observation; nevertheless, I was already preparing myself for the delights that I hoped lay ahead. "OK" said Wendy, "get back on your knees then; we don’t want that boner you’ve got there going down, do we?” I sure as hell didn’t, so I did as she said.

  Wendy crossed her legs, with her left leg on top, "Now take my other shoe off", I moved my hands towards it, trying not to show her my obvious excitement of what was happening; but she pulled her foot away suddenly, and said "with your teeth… take it off with your teeth", I lowered my head towards the front of her shoe, just where her toes protruded from the front of the leather sandal she was wearing, and bit the only available piece of her shoe that would allow me to remove it. I could feel my top lip pressing on the underside of her toes, as my nose rested just above her tantalizingly beautiful digits. I pulled the shoe away from her foot slowly, taking time once again to appreciate the heavenly aroma of her bare foot next to my lips. I removed the shoe completely, and dropped it next to my right leg. Wendy shook her foot from left to right several times, as she had done so often; obviously in an attempt to tease me (it was working) but I tried not to look too desperate. "OK now darling" she said, "You can carry-on begging now", this statement confirmed my belief about Wendy’s dominant nature; she obviously saw what I was doing as begging (although I think she knew that it wasn’t in any sort of way a punishment, but I think she liked the idea of being able to control every movement I made with her feet). This didn’t really bother me, because the thought of being at Wendy’s mercy, was not at all displeasing to me; in fact, it was very arousing. So I continued to ‘beg’ at her feet, kissing the top of her foot once again, occasionally licking it, so as to get a better taste. I started to move towards the outer-side of her foot; kissing around her ankle, and licking the side of her heel all the way along to her little toe. Wendy evidently liked this phenomenon, as she uttered little hums, and groans of appreciation.

  About ten minutes had passed when Wendy said "OK, now I think we’ve established who’s in control, you can come up here on the bed", This was what I had been waiting for all day; with her words I leapt to my feet, and laid on my right side at the foot of her bed. Wendy shuffled on towards the center, and began to trace lines up and down my engorged cock with her right foot. She paid particular attention to my throbbing head; stroking the underside of it with her talented toes, still slightly wet forms my oral worshipping. "You’ll probably think is silly" said Wendy, trying purposely to sound coy, "But I think it’s really sexy when a guy begs at a women’s feet". There was that word again; ‘Begs’; this woman was a control freak, and it made me so horny. "I usually have to force my husband to do what you just did; you know, on your knees and stuff; but he’s never complained about it; so I must be doing something right". And there it was; Wendy had been humoring me all along; she knew exactly what foot fetishes were about, and no doubt she had done this sort of thing thousands of times. I was trembling with excitement, and hoped I would get my reward if I did as she said.

  Wendy raised her left foot to my face; stroking it under my chin before pressing it against my lips, "Come on… suck my toes again". I held her foot between my two trembling hands whilst I placed her toes in my mouth once again, and rubbed their underside with my tongue. Wendy gave me a devilish grin as she continued to tease my dick with her right foot. I turned her foot so that the sole faced me, and began to lick it; starting on the balls of her foot, and slowly working down over her arches, and finally to her heel. The skin was so soft; so delicate to the touch of my caressing tongue, as I resigned to the submissive role that she had planned for me since the start of our little session. I continued my worship of her foot by sliding my lips up towards the inside of her ankle, slowly kissing the top of her foot as I traversed it. She seemed to be quite sensitive in the region, so I concentrated my attentions here a little longer than usual. Wendy slid her right foot away from my highly aroused dick, and towards my mouth to join the other one. She bent her right foot backwards so that the sole of this foot rested over my mouth. "OK darling" She said in a tone which epitomized her control over me, "lick in-between my toes….I want to see you doing that for me", I was breathing quite irregularly in my highly aroused state, desperately wanting her to start work on my cock again. "What’s the matter?" she inquired, "Proving too much for you am I?” she said in satisfied tone of voice, "See…. I said you wouldn’t be able to handle me". This angered me a little, and not wanting to appear defeated, I took her foot in my left hand and started licking between her toes passionately. The whole experience was invigorating; her feet tasted so good it was unearthly, and the way she used them to dominate me was divine. As I had been licking her foot, Wendy had reached over
to her bedside table and retrieved a bottle of something; I could not tell what it was as her foot obscured my view. However; this became obvious when I felt a slightly cool sensation running down my rock hard cock. Wendy removed the foot I was licking from my mouth, and brought both feet together around my dick, placing their two soles together, and with one foot on the underside, and the other foot on the uppermost side of my dick, she started to slide her soft arches up and down my swollen love-stick in perfect harmony; simultaneously playing with my balls in her right hand. "Have you ever had a woman doing this to you before ?" she asked; "no" I said in a slightly timid kind of way (sure; I’d fantasized about these sorts of things hundreds of times, and also about her on many occasions, but never had I experienced this before). Wendy smiled once again, and continued to play with my balls, and showing no sign of relenting on my cock. The whole experience combined with her stimulation of my cock was bringing me closer, and closer to climax. I could feel her manipulating my balls, in an attempt to withdraw all of the fluids that lay within. Her soft tender arches playfully caressed my sensitive head, as she sat grinning at me; knowing that any moment I was about to cum, and she would be in total control of my body.

  Wendy kept me waiting for what seemed like an eternity; taking me to the point of orgasm, only to back-off and make me lick her foot again. The taste of my pre-cum combined with the lightly scented lubricant drove me wild with desire. Eventually Wendy decided it was time to finish me off, and so replaced her feet on my throbbing cock, and began to stroke its entire length; this simple act was all it took; the first wave of orgasmic contraction sent cum flying from the head of my cock, only to be caught by her still caressing feet; this sent my head shooting back onto the bed as I felt the next wave approach; this once again deposited a similar amount of semen on her feet, as it ran through her toes, her face showed her obvious delight at my orgasm-stricken body, still totally at her mercy. She continued to caress my dick, knowing that every movement she made on my dick was keeping me in a state somewhere between ecstasy and agony. She did not stop this until my dick had shriveled down to nothing, and all that remained from our hot love session was my heavy breathing, coupled with her cum-laden feet.

  She giggled under her breath and once again raised her right foot to my mouth; she didn’t need to ask this time; it was obvious what she wanted me to do. I held her foot with my right hand and began to suck her toes wildly. The taste of my love-juices on her erotic little feet was divine, (I had never tasted this before, but like it a lot). After cleaning the majority of my fluids from her toes, I proceeded to lick the remaining cum from her foot, starting slowly on the balls of her feet, and working down over her arches, across her heel, and finally around her ankle. I could feel myself beginning to get hard again, but knew that we neither had the time, nor did I have the energy, to go at that all again. Wendy’s left foot required similar attention from my tongue, the taste was even better, as I probed in-between her toe in an attempt to retrieve every last bit of cum that lay between them.

  "We’d better be getting back to school" said Wendy, "Classes start soon". I reached onto the floor; picking up both of her shoes, and replaced them on her feet slowly; smiling at her as I did so to show her my approval of the events which had just passed. Hurriedly I got dressed and retrieved my papers from downstairs. Wendy gave me a lift back to school, and the day resumed as normal.

  Wendy and I have made had several sessions subsequent to this one; but that’s a whole other story.

  Wendy was the greatest foot-lover I had ever met, she was a very dominant woman, using her feet as a weapon to totally humiliate, control, and dominate every inch of my body. Wendy knew that I loved tasting every part; every crevasse of her beautiful feet, and knew that there was nothing I loved to do more than bow down in front of her and worship her feet until I was totally at her mercy.

  Wendy loved to be able to ‘force’ me to do things, she loved being able to make me drop to my knees and worship her gorgeous feet whenever she chose to, she loved seeing me in a submissive position, and loved making me ‘suffer’.

  Wendy still remained happily married with her husband, and although she was totally satisfied with her sexual relationship with him, I think she still yearned for greater control. Luckily for me I was in the right place at the right time to provide Wendy with the sort of control she wished to have over someone.

  Myself and Wendy stilled worked together at the school, and since we had started our little ‘escapades’, she had become increasingly short tempered with me, meaning that if I didn’t do something she had told me to, then I would be made to ‘suffer’ at our next ‘session’. I didn’t purposely forget to do things she had told me to, but secretly I loved her attitude of ‘If you disobey me, I shall make you beg’, I loved being dominated by her, and I loved the way she controlled me, constantly reminding me that if I disobeyed her, then I would have to grovel unreservedly at her feet, and if I did this well enough then she might consider bringing me off. Neither of us were sadists or masochists, her control over me was more symbolic than physical, still I loved to be her slave, and loved being made to obey every word she said while she sat there almighty, and in total control of me as I worshipped her feet.

  I was very excited this week because Wendy had told me that her husband was going away on a business trip, and the entire house would be empty for a whole week. This opportunity was far too good to miss, and we agreed to several meetings during this time. Our first meeting had been scheduled for the coming Monday, and I could hardly wait.

  Monday came and I arrived at Wendy’s house promptly, she wore a black trouser suit, she usually wore something that made her look very dominating and authoritative. Wendy held my hand as she led me upstairs to her bedroom, and slammed the door behind us as she entered. She stood there looking at me. Wendy was quite petite, about 5"3’, I on the other hand was around 5"11’, and so had a noticeable height advantage over her.

  Wendy began in her usual intimidating manner. "Take your clothes off now", I did as she said, quickly removing all my clothes and standing fully naked in-front of her. She examined me momentarily, paying particular attention to my slightly erect manhood that hung between my legs. "OK baby" she said seductively, with a slight hint of pre-attained dominance, "Get on your hands and knees, I want you where I can control you". Instantly I dropped to my hands and knees, and bowed my head down to admire her gorgeous feet. She was wearing a pair of black mules; they looked so sexy, encasing her beautiful feet as I knelt there before her, totally helpless and at her disposal.

  "My feet ache from my hard day’s work" Wendy exclaimed, "Take them off now". I did as she commanded, slowly removing each of her shoes; her feet were so attractive I just wanted to devour them straight away, but Wendy had other ideas. "Now darling… beg! I want to see you begging for mercy", this was my cue to begin kissing her feet, I lowered my head to Wendy’s right foot and started to kiss the top of it. Wendy never made any attempt to bring her foot closer to my face; I always had to bend right down to the floor. The feeling of my lips on the top of her soft warm foot was exhilarating, I could tell myself becoming harder and harder with every passing moment. "What about my other foot?" Wendy enquired, "Aren’t you going to kiss that as well?” This was once again my cue to switch to her other foot; the feeling of her foot on my lips sent my heart racing as I continued to grovel at her feet.

  Wendy took several steps back and sat in a chair positioned in the middle of the room. She crossed her right leg over her left, and shook her foot from side to side as she gave me a devilish grin, and a look that suggested she was thinking what to do with me next. “Now sweetie" She said, "I want you to crawl over here and suck my toes". I did as she said, and slowly crawled over to her on my hands and knees. I stopped when I reached her right foot which was dangling below my face. "Suck my toes!" Wendy commanded in a dominant tone of voice. I did as she said, and lowered my head to meet her suspended right foot. As I placed her big toe into my
mouth I, for the first time today, tasted and smelt the lovely aroma that turned me on so much. Her toes tasted slightly salty, and her feet had a very delicate aroma, it was possible to just smell the exertions of her day’s work. As I continued to suck each of Wendy’s toes individually, I felt my manhood, now fully erect, jumping a little as my heart beat faster and faster.

  "Now turn around" she said, "and then lay on your back…. I want you in a position where I can humiliate you". I turned around, and as I did so Wendy uncrossed her legs, and placed her feet on the floor about 12 inches apart from one another. I lay on my back and scooted along until my head was positioned between her feet. As I looked up at her I saw her smiling uncontrollably, she loved having me in this position, when I was here she could make do whatever she wanted.

  My rock-hard cock pointed upwards, and Wendy admired how she had caused me to be this aroused. She once again looked down at me and raised her right foot which she slowly placed over my face. Her toes rested on my chin, and her heel on my forehead, she then said, "Now taste my foot and tell me if it needs cleaning". I ran my tongue along the underside of her toes, and also in-between to give me a really good taste, it was that lovely salty flavor I loved so much. "Well?" Wendy enquired, "Do they taste good, or do they need cleaning?", before I could answer she said, "Oh well, seeing as you’re down there you might as well clean them for me". I once again ran my tongue in-between her toes, savoring every delightful flavor that I encountered, as I continued to clean the toe jam from her feet.

  Wendy slid her right foot across my face a little to make room for her other foot; she then placed her left foot on my face and just sat there for a while. "Now breath in deeply, I want you to smell my feet as they rest upon your face" I took this opportunity to appreciate the lovely smell of her left foot, still untouched by my worshipping tongue. After Wendy was satisfied that I had been humiliated sufficiently she removed her right foot from my face, and moved her left foot so that it rested in the center of my face. "Now, I think this one needs cleaning as well doesn’t it?" she asked in a mischievous voice, I did not reply verbally, but I started to lick her left foot; the way in was positioned allowed me easy access to the base of her toes, and also in-between her lovely toes. As I caressed her soft skin with my tongue, Wendy stroked her right foot around my chin and neck; it was still wet for my earlier worshipping’s, and the feeling of her soft toes gliding effortlessly over my skin was very arousing.