I received my first email about my special offer, ‘The Getaway to Feet Paradise‘. I got excited and hoped to arrange that fun scenario as soon as possible. The Special includes play at Studio Lux with three Mistresses, fifteen minutes of play with each Mistress, followed by fifteen minutes of group play with all three of us. I made this Special because I noticed how many foot fetishists my sessions attracted and how much I enjoyed this type of play. Those kinds of scenes are less exhausting and more focused on my pleasure and relaxation.
The client, let’s call him A., was very humble and polite. After a couple of logistical questions, he confirmed his booking for two days later. I contacted Mistress B. and Mistress S. to join me, and they both confirmed that they were available and happy to take part. We exchanged a few more emails and agreed on our looks, nail polish, and footwear.
The day finally came. His nervousness on the phone was somehow infectious. The workplace was, as always, a bit chaotic on weekdays. Mistress B. and Mistress S. seemed excited yet a little nervous as they put the final touches on their makeup. In the locker room, you could see latex leggings and Louboutin pumps scattered on the floor, with fancy lingerie hanging from a chair. Someone was making a business phone call, another phone was ringing, people were talking all at once, and every now and then, you could hear laughter.
My favorite moment was when a colleague brought a massive pair of incredibly realistic silicone breasts back to the workplace after her session. She placed them on the desk next to bank envelopes and stationery. They might have been the biggest pair of breasts available on the market. Seeing them for the first time made me giggle. Everyone else acted really cool and serious, as if they didn’t have two gigantic silicone breasts sitting next to their MacBook. I felt a sense of bliss at the surreal fullness of it all. Usually, that atmosphere stresses me out, especially when I am waiting for a client, but that day I felt really peaceful and centered.
At moments like this, amidst the chaos, anticipation, and excitement, I slip into an almost childlike state of mind, as if nothing else matters except preparing for the game and then playing it.
The doorbell rang, and I opened the door. I waited for a moment as he climbed the stairs, each step heightening my excitement to meet him. There’s always a little bit of nervousness about what a client will look like. I found this particular one cute; he had a lean build and a calm, composed demeanor. I closed the door behind me and chose not to say much; too much talking can spoil the mood. The sound of my heels against the sterile white-tiled corridor added to my confidence. I led him to the room and opened the leather door. I chose the Studi Room for our session; for some reason, it always seems to suit feet play perfectly. Perhaps it’s the low, golden leather couch that creates such an atmosphere of indulgence and decadence.
I walked a few circles around him as he stood there, fully dressed, with his shoes still on and his eyes on the floor. I was trying to figure out what I would enjoy most at that moment, using him to achieve it. I firmly touched his upper arms just below the shoulders as I looked him in the eyes. I decided to undress him myself. It was something I had never done to a client before, and it felt like it might be a bit of a surprise for him, especially if done very slowly.
While undressing him from bottom to top, I inspected his body, trying to find anything that made him unique. As I moved up toward his shirt, I noticed his mouth opening and his lips getting bigger. I have to confess that desire also crept in at that moment, and I hate when that happens; it has the potential to mess with my head. It occurred to me that this might be the humiliation this client had offered me, showing me that I am not as strong as I think I am. After I got him fully undressed, I stood up and turned my back, trying to find my lost composure. I had him sit on the floor across from me while I sat on the golden couch. I softly ordered him to give me a foot massage; he seemed really pleased with my command. What I enjoyed the most was that he tried to manage his excitement. He was hungry but not vulgar; he was rather slow and restrained, as if he were touching something precious.
He took my foot in his warm and slightly sweaty palms; it felt so good.
Feet play gives me a rare feeling of a different kind of desire. It creates such an intense sensation, as if millions of nerves were being electrified and awakened, while the warmth of another person’s hands creates a very unique feeling of surrender.
His soft yet firm touch finally made me close my eyes and get lost in the experience. After a while, I glanced at the clock. The time had come for me to leave and for the next Mistress to arrive. As I announced the end of our session, he nodded and kissed both of my feet so softly. It felt like a shower of soft petals.
Mistress S. and I were called back into the room. Mistress B. chose to wear her golden Vivienne Westwood dress with white stripper heels. Her blonde hair was like a fluffy frame around her pale face and blue eyes. Mistress S. chose to wear a leather miniskirt, black nylons, and shiny red pumps. She also wore a nylon bodysuit with full-length sleeves. I wore my black latex minidress and my trademark black closed-strap heels, with a strap hanging around my ankle, along with latex stockings.
We found him naked on the floor. Mistress S. had probably put a leather collar on him, which, admittedly, suited him really well. We sat on the couch. I removed my pump while my colleagues used his body as a footstool. He was ordered to kiss and worship Mistress S.’s leather boot and he did so; he touched the upper part of the boot close to the knee and kissed the sole of her boot. hen I offered him my bare foot. He kissed it and slowly, slowly started galloping from one toe to the next with devotion and passion. We were giggling and looking each other in the eye, our faces turning red as we were so full of the excitement of the game.
The scene concluded with all three of us pressing our feet against his face as he lay on the floor. I stepped on his back, while Mistress S. stepped on his thighs. We called him names like “carpet” or “yoga mat” and pretended to practice some yoga postures. Then came another burst of laughter. We really seemed drunk; finding our balance on someone else’s body while doing yoga isn’t as easy as you might think. Mistress S. and I even put our pointed toes inside his widely opened mouth. He was choking, full of desire and discomfort. Saliva was running all over his face. Unfortunately, we didn’t show much empathy but rather continued laughing loudly, as conspirators in a surreal scene that we had executed really well. I particularly enjoyed our connection at that moment. We had built an experience together from scratch, one we certainly wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
A while later, we realized that the time had come to say goodbye. We gently swept our feet over his tongue, as if he were our private shoe cleaner for the evening. I joked about what an amazing idea it would be to have a human shoe cleaner on every corner of the city, so goddesses would always have shiny shoes. Then, Mistress B. removed his collar while he was on his knees, as she had instructed.
We put our heels back on, fixed our outfits, and sat down while he got dressed. Once he was ready, a relaxed conversation followed. Everyone seemed satisfied, with big smiles on our faces. After thanking each other, we closed the door behind us. My colleagues and I then went to the locker room, where we divided the cash and changed into our casual sneaker looks.
Some preferred to wash their feet, while others didn’t really bother. The next day, I received an email from A. thanking us for welcoming him and showing him around Feet Paradise.
