As you know, my life as a foot fetish mistress began some time ago when I discovered I could easily charge $250 per hour. My husband agreed to it if I included him by telling him each tale while he played with my feet. You see, he gets very horny thinking about guys playing with my feet or better yet, watching.

This particular story includes my husband, who I brought along for both protection and because I knew he would enjoy himself. After all, I didn’t really know these guys very much at all.

I will begin with the contest. My husband had been posting photos and stories of my adventures as a foot mistress on a very popular foot fetish website. Perhaps you are on that site right now reading about this this particular happening?

Well, it seems that my feet got the attention of certain foot guys who like petite feet (if you consider size 6 petite I guess). They would tell my husband Phil how they adore my toes and that they love the look of they as they descend across at an incredibly straight angle big to small. But at not too sharp an angle either. My toe tips are very round, I have a pretty good arch for little feet, and my toes are just wide enough so that they fit together with little to no gaps between them. One guy even pointed out that my nail beds were deep and he liked that too. Some guys like large supermodel feet with finger toes, so my feet are definitely not for them. (I just lost part of my audience, haha!)

But for the guys who were in love with my feet, things were different. They would send photos or videos of themselves enjoying my feet. Some would describe what they were looking at while jacking off. Phil would show me the videos, then tell relay to them that I was normally shy or embarrassed that my little feet would turn them on so much. Many of these guys had huge cocks, which was very impressive considering I had a little something to do with that.

In any case, both Phil and I got to know these loyal devotees of my feet quite well through emails. After a while, with enough requests, Phil and I decided it was okay to give some of these guys the time of their lives. It was like Fantasy Island. We held a contest and eight guys were chosen to have 15 minutes each with my feet in various positions, and in different semblances of dress or undress.

The eight guys were to meet us at a hotel room at 5:00 pm downtown. We bought a suite so they would all have room to wait, chat and get to know one another. Only three of the guys were married. Two divorced. Three bachelors. Of the guys who either were or are married, their wives either had average to bad feet and/or wouldn’t participate in their foot partialism desires. I find that a bit sad, to tell you the truth. It’s rewarding to please other people.

We knew the requests of each of the guys and so split them into twos. After all I have two feet right? (not two right feet, unless I am dancing that is).

Knowing the first two guys wanted to sniff my feet, and they wanted a pungent smell, in the heat of the summer afternoon Phil and I went for a long walk in a dusty secluded desert area just outside of the city. Phil suggested I wear these old Keds with a pair of thin Disneyland socks. We walked and walked and walked. It was so hot and we were sweating pretty good. The dust was blowing and I could feel the dirt gathering between my toes even with shoes and socks on. It was so hot and windy out, that at times we had to shield our eyes with our sleeves.

When we got back to the motel room, I had a lovely bubble bath - but - with my feet still inside the Keds. My feet never touched the water, as I bathed with my shoes dangling out of the tub the whole time. They were filthy and they smelled from the dust and sweat.

Phil motioned Bob and Jay into the bedroom area of the suite. They looked at each other in excitement as they got up and hurried toward the door where Phil was standing. As they entered, I was laying on the bed still with my Keds on. Both of my feet were hanging over the edge of the bed. Phil took a seat in the corner chair as the two men kneeled and then sat on the floor beneath my shoes. I was wearing a bath robe and when I spread my legs to give each man his own space with their chosen foot, they couldn’t help noticing my panties.

I watched as both of the men began fondling my size 6 Keds with their man hands, faces pressed against the soles. The shoes which were once white, were now quite brownish-red all over. Bob cracked the shoe on my left foot and placed his nose between it and my socked arch. I could hear him inhaling the aroma of my feet deeply into his nostrils. Jay, meanwhile, was entranced in the Minnie Mouse illustrations all over my socks, and was caressing my ankles before he pulled my shoe right off and tossed it gently onto the floor.

I could see Phil in the corner rubbing himself as Jay buried his nose into the filthy crease in the fabric of my under-toes. He was sniffing my socked toes frantically, then pulled his pants down and began stroking his already hard manhood.

I must say the men were both gentle. Bob had my Ked fully off soon and stuck his face into the opening of the shoe. After inhaling the scent of the shoe, he began pushing my socked foot firmly into his nose. He slipped the sock over my heel and began licking my dirty little foot. As he exposed more skin, he licked and smelled the sweaty foot until the sock was completely pulled over my filthy toes. I could barely tell that I just this morning had a freshly painted pedicure, because my pink nails were so horribly dirty now.

Bob was jacking off now as he began licking the dirt between my dainty little toes. It ticked like hell, and I he tried to prevent my squirming by steadying my foot with his other hand.

Jay kept my foot covered the entire time. He engulfed all five of my toes into his mouth, sock and all, as he began cumming into a tissue provided. My foot was uncomfortable now that the toe of the sock was wet so I could not wait to pull it off.

Not long after, Bob could no longer withstand the excitement of his tongue washing my stinky naked toes and he too came hard into his tissue. Both men grunted and jerked uncontrollably as they ejaculated, but soon pulled up their trousers and left for the evening.
 
Phil brought out a warm bucket of soapy water and gently washed my feet until they were sparkly clean and fresh. Then called Ted and Reuben into the bedroom and shut the door.

With both of my feet now naked, Phil guided me to the edge of the bed and placed a large black mask over my face. The bed was quite high so my feet dangled. Phil placed a plastic block of some sort between my legs which kept them spread apart and would remain that way. I knew that both men would now be at eye level with my baby blue panties, and I could feel someone pulling my bathrobe further open at the thigh for a better look.

“Perfect,” Phil said, and I could hear him walk back to his corner seat.

Again both men took their places at my feet. I could feel their hands all over my feet. Ted was on my left foot and he was gliding my toes between his fingers and thumb. Reuben pulled my foot toward him until my leg was straight out. He began kissing the sole of my foot from heel to toe, then pushed my toes forward to a pointing position until the wrinkles of my sole was exposed.

The next thing I knew both men released my feet and I could hear them adjusting themselves on the floor below.

“Baby, the guys would like you to gently walk on them now,” Phil said. “Keep the blindfold on though so you have no idea what or who you are stepping on okay?”

I cooperatively got up from the edge of the bed and raised my right foot off the floor, feeling around with it until I knew there was a person below. Phil told me later it was Reuben, and I my foot was right on his hip. I pressed down, and not hearing any complaints stepped on top of Rueben with my full body weight. I could feel his welcoming fingers roaming across the tops of both feet.

After just a few seconds I began losing my balance and stepped off. I couldn’t see a thing but I could hear the men readjusting themselves. Again I stepped forward and this time I knew where my foot was. Ted had a massive hard on and my foot was feeling around between his legs. I moved my foot back a little and began kneeding his upper thigh with my full body weight.

Soon I could hear Phil walking over. He grabbed my hands and guided my walk up and on top of Ted’s chest. I felt for his face with my pointed toes and was surprised to find his mouth gapped wide open. Ted guided my toes into his gap and took a good long slurp around my pink toenails.

Phil guided me back over to the bed and sat me down on the edge. Both men found a spot for their faces under each foot. They asked me to press down on their faces quite firmly and as I did both Ted and Reuben began pulling at their cocks.
“Tell them what pieces of shit they are,” Phil demanded.

I told them my feet belonged on their faces because they belonged at my feet and were not good enough to be anywhere but. I grasped both mens noses between my big toes and ring toes and squeezed until they could no longer breath. When they tried to use their mouths, I jammed my toes inside their yaps.

I lifted and released each foot from their faces and then place them one at a time back down on a different spot. Rueben seemed to like it when I placed my toes across his eyes. I wiggled them very lightly so as not to hurt him, but he reached up and pushed all five toes down firmly into his closed lids. Ted meanwhile, I discovered liked me to crush his nose and tease his mouth with my toes which I did over and over until he came into his tissue. Reuben wasn’t far behind, as I pushed the ball of my foot into his forehead and toes into his eyelids.

I sat back in the bed, and hearing some commotion pulled my blindfold off just in time to see both men exiting the room. Phil cleaned my feet again with some super hot sudsy water and then waved in Sam and Ed.

Phil got a couple of pillows and pushed them against the bed’s headboard. He sat up against the pillows and motioned me to come toward him. Phil turned me so that I was propped up between his legs, my feet toward the end of the bed. He then clamped his arms under mine, pulling them both back toward him. I was imprisoned by Phil’s weight and strength. My upper body was trapped. My feet lay helpless before me as Sam and Ed approached them.

Sam took possession of my right foot, Ed my left. The two men pulled my legs wide apart and I could feel a vulnerability of my exposed panties staring at them. The men gently stroked my inner thighs and I could feel Phil getting harder against my ass as they did.

Ed pulled out his trusty feather from his back pocket and started gliding it between my toes. Every opening between my toes was at his mercy and he explored all four with his feather. Because my toes sit nicely in order next to one another, sometimes he would separate the tips with the fingers on his other hand so that he could get the feather into my forbidden areas. I squirmed and tried to kick my foot away. “Hahahahahaha. Nooooooooooo! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahahahahahaha,” I cried as Ed was relentless with his tool of turture.

Sam meanwhile used his fingers along the arch of my foot and that was just quite simply horrifying. I jerked uncontrollably as Sam would tickle a spot and then kiss my foot in the same area. I hated the tickling but appreciated the pause when he had his lips on my foot. As soon as I was comfortable again… he started lickling me. Yes Lickling. He used his tongue to tickle and it worked quite well for him.

“Noooooooo. Please Sammmmmmm. Pleeeeassssse! Hahahahahahaha.”

Ed’s feather was pulled out from between my toes now, giving me a much needed break. Now however, he was ticking my soles with the tip of the instrument. He would glide it over a spot and then look up to see my reaction. If I started laughing or screaming he would begin jacking himself off. As Ed began on my soles, Sam started lightly scratching his fingers into my under-toes and along the crease between the ball of my foot and the back of my toes. That was terribly torturous. “Hahahahhahahaha, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” I yelled out. It seemed the more horror I was in, the more both men began pulling at their dicks with their free hands.

“I literally howled as the two torturers were having their way with each foot. I struggle to get away and yelled for Phil to release me and let me go, but he just held tighter and I could feel his cock grinding into my behind the more I tried to get away.

Finally the two men came simultaneously, released my feet and I jerked myself out from between Phil’s locked arms. After they cleaned up and left, Phil brought out another bucket of clean water and washed my pretty feet.

As much as I try to be helpful, tickling just drives me nuts, I told Phil.

“You know,” Phil said, “your squirming, yelling and screaming is all part of their fun. The more you laugh and freak out, the faster they cum. But that was the worst of it, dear,” he said. “Ken and Dave just want to suck your toes.”

As Phil said, the final two men came in just began playing with my toes. What Phil didn’t mention was that they also wanted to swallow my feet. Phil was back in the corner now. All three men had their pants down and were going to town pleasing themselves.

Ken and Dave sucked and licked the foot which was designated to them, Ken on my left. As they worked all the toes into their respective yaps, their greed got the best of them. Though my toes disappeared, they each pushed down more aggressively until I could see that both of my feet had partially disappeared into their longing openings.

I could feel their tongues working their way around my soles and across the balls of my feet. The tips of my toes were pressed against the roof of their mouths way at the back now. It was a wild free-for-all as while one man was deep throating my foot almost to my ankle, while the other was devouring my toes and mouth-humping the little digits. I could see the saliva dripping from their mouths when they lifted my toes to their longing lips.

Phil came just then, in the corner watching these men trying to eat my feet. I tried to remain still because even though it tickled at times, it was nothing like the torturous abuse Ed and Sam inflicted upon my little tootsies.

Finally the men came in their time, first Dave and then a minute later Ken. Both men kissed all around the foot they were assigned as their bodies were gyrating and dicks pulsating all because of my little feet.

Phil had finished and already got himself together, before the two men got off on my feet. After they left, Phil closed the door, took a deep breath and looking over at me said: “You just made those guys very happy today.”