More Self Bondage At Another Airbnb - A Great Feet Foot Fetish Story Publication

More Self Bondage At Another Airbnb
Published early on our Previews page on Thursday, May 2, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Sunday, May 5, 2024.

It's been a few years since I wrote, "Caught In Self Bondage At An Airbnb". I'll never forget that incredible experience since it was a very naughty dream come true for me. I tested the waters with other Airbnb hosts whom I hoped would catch me in self bondage, but nothing clicked enough for things to work out.

My luck finally changed when a host got flirtatious with me, and I took his lead to get flirtatious with him. My company had booked an extended one month stay at one of the houses that he rents out.

When he gave me a walk through of his house, our conversation was normal until he showed me the master bedroom where I'd be sleeping. By then, I sensed that he was attracted to me, and I was attracted to him, so I pushed the envelope with him a bit to see what might happen after I saw a four poster bed.

"So do I, and it's very sturdy," he replied while grabbing one of the posts to show me by pushing, and pulling on it.

"That's good to know," I replied with a mischievous smile. "But don't worry. I'm not going to be having any wild parties."

"Whatever floats your boat," he laughed. "Just try not to get too noisy so that I don't get complaints from any of the neighbors."

I couldn't know one way or the other whether he picked up on my naughty implication that those four posts could be used for bondage sex, but he seemed like he understood what I was implying. I did notice that he was looking at my feet a lot, which made me wonder if he had a foot fetish.

Without giving it much thought, I kicked off the flip flops I was wearing, and kind of jumped up on the bed where I sat on the back of my legs. My wrinkled soles were in full view. He seemed very pleased.

"It's new," he told me. "and you can adjust the firmness to make it the most comfortable for you."

While he showed me how to adjust the mattress, his eyes kept glancing at my wrinkled soles. I was pretty sure that he had a foot fetish. After he showed me the rest of the house, he told me that I could call him anytime for anything that I needed.

About a week later I got a text from him that read, "Just to let you know, I need to come over this coming Tuesday at around 2:00 p.m. to test the pH balance in the hot tub. If you're not home, I can let myself inside through the back gate if that's okay with you. Otherwise, I can come over another time."

He texted me on the previous Friday while I was driving in between appointments. As soon as I could, I texted him back.

That whole weekend I couldn't get it out of my head that he was coming over to the house. The more I thought about the possibilities, the hornier I got. After all, the hot tub was just outside of the master bedroom at the back of the house, which was perfect for what I was thinking about doing.

About an hour and a half before he was scheduled to let himself into the back gate of the house, I got into the hot tub au naturel, and soaked in it until my fingers and toes looked like prunes. I was so horny that I could hardly stand it, but I resisted getting myself off so that I would be extra aroused when he arrived.

Just like I put myself into self bondage completely naked in the story I wrote, "Caught In Self Bondage At An Airbnb", I did the same in his house at 1:45 p.m. This time, though, I was blindfolded. I left one of the french doors to the master bedroom slightly ajar in the hope that he'd see it open, and step over to take a look. The thrill of having him discover me restrained spread eagle completely naked excited me so much that my pussy got incredibly wet with the anticipation of what I imagined might happen.

When I heard the sound of the back gate opening, and closing, I wondered if he noticed that the French door was slightly ajar. I figured that he would. How could he not? After all, the hot tub was only a few feet away.

A few moments later, I felt him tracing his fingers along the soles of my feet, and then up along my legs.

Pretending I didn't know that my Airbnb host was the one playing with me, I said, "Is that you, Tim? Where did you go? I thought that you left me for good."

I knew that the man playing with me was my Airbnb host. Tim was just a name that I made up to keep up the ruse that a friend with benefits date had left me tied up. I even left a written note from my made up friend with benefits for him to read on the likely chance that it would inspire him to play with me while I was tied and helpless to do anything about it.

The note read, "My friend with benefits told me that she's really attracted to you, and that she's been having a lot of wet dreams of you taking full advantage of her while she's tied and helpless to do anything about it. Have fun with the sex toy that I left for you to use on her! Please make sure to untie her when you're done having your way with her because I won't be coming back to untie her. She's all yours! Have fun!"

So far, so good I thought to myself. Of course, even the most carefully laid out plans can turn out far different than you could have imagined, which is exactly what happened with my Airbnb host.

"Tell me the truth," I suddenly heard him playfully say. "You did this to yourself, didn't you? And you also wrote the note."

"Because you aren't tied that tightly," he answered. "If this had been done by somebody else, you would have been tied down more tightly." Then he added while securing me more tightly in quick fashion, "This is how it should be done."

"Okay," I laughed, "then you tell me the truth. You've done this before, haven't you? You're much too good at this to be an amateur"

"I have," he answered, "and I love women who enjoy getting off in bondage, especially when they engage in self bondage."

When he started sucking my perfectly pedicured toes, I moaned aloud, and told him, "I love guys who have a foot fetish."

"I'm glad that you love having your feet worshiped," he told me, "because as long as you're willing, I'd love to worship yours."

"How could I say no?" I moaned out loud again in pleasure. "You're really good at this, and I mean REALLY good!"

After he worshiped my feet for a long time, kissing, licking, lightly tickling my soles, and sucking my toes, it took almost no time at all for him to get me off with the vibrator that I had left for him to use on me. I was cumming so hard that I squirted uncontrollably.

"That's why you should be tied down," he laughed. "I'd love to have you put yourself in self bondage for me again so that I can make you squirt like you just did now. Will you let me do that?"

"Good to hear," he told me. "I don't want to crowd you, though, or make it a thing when you're not in the mood to play," he added, "so don't sweat making any kind of commitment. We can just play it by ear, and go from there. I just hope that you'll want me to come over from time to time whenever you feel like getting off."

My one month assignment flew by far too quickly. Luckily for me, though, I'm supposed to come back for another month later this year. Hopefully, his house will be available again. If it isn't, I plan to engage in self bondage sessions for him no matter where I stay.