What I needed to explore, and capture, was my own foot voyeurism potential; the ticklee’s fetish perspective. I wanted my foot fans to see what I see: when I’m lying on my back, when my ankles are tied, when I’m looking down at my toes and when a big pair of male hands have got to work on them. The photographer had no problem with handing his camera over for me to use. As he explained “Now, I’ve got both hands free, to tickle you
In some BDSM kits, the feather ticklers that are included aren’t fit for purpose; they supply a bit of relaxing fun for someone who’s on the receiving end but that’s all. If you want to tickle someone properly then a different kind of equipment is worth considering. Real enthusiasts of tickling do without mundane feathers or little pieces of coloured fluff. They know precisely which tickle fetish toys will yield the desired results. In fact, Mother Nature has amply provided us with a wonderful variety of organic options.
It was a warm and sticky Saturday afternoon and I began realise that I might’ve made a mistake by not booking a professional pedicure sooner. The reason that my anxiety began to grow was that I had a foot fetish photoshoot arranged for the following day and it was going to focus on my feet. I knew that they’d need to be in peak condition.
Being a foot fetish model is not just about pointing my toes, curving my arches and flaunting my soles. I’ve discovered that it means much more than that. As time goes on, my responsibilities towards my foot fetish fans only seem to increase. Foot fetishists have needs and they are very articulate when they want to express them. Some of them even make specific requests when it comes to provocative foot imagery that I could explore.
My soles hare the most sensitive part of my feet by far. They also represent the area that receives the most attention from my foot fans. If I were to accept each and every one of their offers to lick and suck my soles I know for certain that when I tried to stand up, the volume of saliva would send me sliding across the floor.
I remember loving that barefoot feeling when I was young, especially when I went out into the garden in the early morning. As I placed my naked feet on the cold grass, when it was still wet with dew, the delicate skin on my soles and inbetween my toes never failed to respond.
Discovering The Fourth Hole (Foot Fetish) Recently, after enjoying a pedicure and the pampering that goes with it, I wanted to celebrate. I …
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‘Sit down and close your eyes’, he says, pointing to a black leather sofa. I obey, a little surprised that he wants to …
