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foot fetish phone sexFoot fetish is a common kink. There are countless ways to get your itch scratched in this niche. What lucky star were you born under to get to work around beautiful, naked well-pedicured women every day? You’ve been in love with sexy feet since your mama taught you how to

paint her toenails. You were knee high to a grasshopper then. The soft delicate curve of a soft instep started to make you hard way before you were able to squirt. Being a mama’s boy had its upside too. The age play fantasies you shared tell the story of a lad growing up under his loving mother’s skilled hand. She loved you more than mere words could express, hence she found other ways to nurture you. Everything you are today has brought you to me.

 
After floating around from beach to beach in your early 20’s you stumbled onto massage school. It seemed like a great way to find chicks you figured. How right you were. Women of all types came across your table, both literally and figuratively. Thanks to mommy dearest, your affinity for pretty feet found the perfect soil in which to flourish.
 

It was a client’s idea that helped you pay your bills with your foot fetish.

 
This place was the brain child of your latest sugar mama. She was one of your best “lovers” in your side gig. Being a male escort is another of the many ways you “fish” your pool of beneficiaries. Being a handsome dude you grew up using women to get what you needed. Your foot fetish is the most innocuous one of them all. And yes, remember I know all your secrets. Pro tip: Stay on my good side. The way it came about is another story. In time we’ll get to it.
 

Suffice it to say foot fetish makes for a better masseuse.

 
The day you filled in for my regular girl at the spa had been killer at the office, and not in a good way. I praised the universe that I had an appointment with Tawny for a facial. Then followed by an hour long full body treatment. She and I spent the first hour in the quiet darkened spa room. The essential oil diffuser scented the room and soft music played in the background. We dished the girl talk while I relaxed under her expertise. The way she stroked my arms while I lay on my back naked under the sheet was bliss, as I drifted to gentle relaxation. Our time came to an end. She whispered that you’d be in with me in about 5 minutes and to let myself drift.
 
The door opened. I smelled your masculine scent as you asked me to roll over on my stomach. You adjusted the massage headrest as I nestled warmly under the blanket. Only single layer separated you from my flesh.
 

You weren’t Regina but I knew Tawny would only send me the best for my deep tissue session.

 
Something about your quiet voice put me at ease. Your firm touch began on my shoulders and worked your way down my side put me at total ease. Your hands were strong as they kneaded my muscles, down my thighs, my calves and then I felt it. The way you took my feet, I knew that you had a foot fetish. Your knowledge of reflexology had my moaning. A full moment of this strange sound passed before I realized it was my own voice. Moving up to my side, your hand urged me to roll over onto my back again. The first time my eyes opened I saw a naked Adonis.
 
We locked gazes from that moment on. I gave you tacit permission to remove the sheet and stared into your desire as you spread my legs. With your left hand you deftly worked my clit and masturbated me to full orgasm. As I started to cream on your fingers you leaned over. I felt your tongue…the toe sucking began in earnest. You probed inside me up to your knuckles then stood up. Thanks to your mom, you got paid to cum on toes for a living. But I decided there and then you were coming home with me. I needed a live in house pet. You’d make the perfect body worship slut and your reward would be caring for me, head to toe. In exchange you’d get the perfect foot fetish Mistress to serve as a loving slut. Yes, now you belong to me.