A Shoe Store Manager Had His Way With My Feet

Published early on our Previews page on Tuesday, February 28, 2026.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Friday, March 13, 2026.

Illustrated with 2 photos, this story was submitted anonymously.

When I walked into a shoe store in the mall just before it closed, the manager told me I could take my time even though he was locking the security gate so that nobody else could get inside.

After he locked the security gate, he joined me at the back of the store where I was looking at different shoes to try on. I was wearing flip-flops, and I guessed by how he looked at my feet that he probably had a foot fetish.

That was confirmed when he told me how pretty my feet looked before saying he hoped that I wasn't offended by what he said. I told him that I was flattered, and then I asked him if he had a foot fetish, which he admitted that he does. With a smile, I told him that working in a shoe store was a perfect fit for him. He agreed, and then he told me that he was one of the managers.

When he asked me if I liked having my feet massaged, I told him that I did, and that it had been too long since anybody had massaged my feet. Then I asked him with a laugh if he was offering to give me one, and he said that he was. Since he was already kneeling in front of me, I promptly laid both of my feet onto his thigh, and I told him I wasn't about to turn down an offer to have my feet massaged.

He wasted no time in massaging both of my feet, which felt incredible! After I told him how great he was at massaging feet, he told me that he could give them an even better massage if I was lying face down. He asked if I'd be comfortable that way, and if I was, he could grab a mat from the back room for me to lay down on.

After I readily agreed, and I laid face down on the mat that he provided, he started to give me one of the best foot massages that I had ever gotten. When I asked him if all men with a foot fetish gave great foot massages, he told me he wasn't so sure that they did, but he also told me that they love to do a lot more than just give foot massages.

When I asked him what he meant by that, he told me that he'd love to show me if I'd let him, and that if I didn't like what he was doing, he'd stop right away. I laughed, and I told him that my feet were his to do with as he pleased.

A few moments later, he started sucking my toes, and lightly tickling the soles of my feet. Those dual sensations felt incredible!

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I had enjoyed foot massages before, but nobody had ever sucked my toes before. I really enjoyed it! I also loved having the soles of my feet tickled even though, at times, the tickling was a little too much for me to endure. But he was very attentive in that regard, and his instincts were good about it, too. Whenever I was about to beg him to stop tickling my soles, he'd instinctively stop before I told him to stop. Then he'd lightly tickle them, and kiss them, and basically worship them. Not just my soles, but each, and every one of my toes as well, which of course felt incredible.

By the time he pulled out his cock to fuck my feet, and cum all over them, I was totally into him taking advantage of my feet like that.

After he finished having his way with my feet, he told me that I could take home a pair of shoes for free, which at first I wasn't sure I should do. At first I told him that I didn't want what we did to be a quid pro quo because it would make me feel slutty, but after he assured me this wasn't that kind of thing, and he simply wanted to repay me in some way without it feeling overtly transactional in that kind of way, I happily agreed to take home a free pair of shoes.

Even though that shoe store manager was twice my age, and I had no intention of ever getting romantic with him, I went back pretty regularly over the course of a couple of years to have him worship my feet. I didn't always get free shoes even though he always offered, but I did end up getting a few pairs of shoes.

The foot worshiping ended when the shoe store closed. We called, and texted each other for a while after that, but not for long. After a bit of time, we simply went our separate ways.