My First Lesbian Encounter
(Published on Thursday, April 10, 1997)
This story was submitted anonymously.
The people at Great Feet have asked me to tell you a story I relayed to Tickleman in a recent e-mail. I am 5'7", 36-24-36, with shoulder length blond hair and green eyes. I'm 28 years old, and have size 7 1/2 feet with high arches. I usually wear red toenail polish. I take pride in keeping my feet baby soft and I have regular pedicures. I just love it when people comment on how great my feet look. I especially enjoy it when I see a huge bulge in some guy's pants as he stares at my feet. And as you will be able to tell from my story below, I am also very turned on when a woman pays special attention to my feet. I wish I had a picture of my feet to show you here, but here's a picture that is an excellent likeness of my feet .
Something happened to me back in college while I was renting a room in a house with some other college girls. I had quite an erotic experience. It was my first lesbian encounter. Since that time I've been bi-sexual.
I had just finished jogging when I returned home to shower off and take a nap. Nobody was home and wouldn't be home for a couple of hours. Or so I thought. After my shower I went in to take a nap. For some reason, even though I was pretty tired, I was restless. One of my roommates, a girl named Tammy, was a little wild. She was bi-sexual and into bondage games with a couple of friends of hers. This I knew because she had discussed it with me on a couple of occasions. Even though I didn't tell her that the thought of bondage turned me on, it had, and I couldn't stop wondering what it might be like to be tied up and blindfolded. I was intrigued by the thought of having a girlfriend of mine tie me up and play with my feet. But I was also too embarrassed to actually pursue it. I didn't want to get myself into the lesbian scene because I didn't want to be classified as a lesbian. Silly, isn't it? After all, it really shouldn't matter what a person's sexual orientation is.
I went into Tammy's room to take a look and immediately noticed the leather bondage straps secured to each corner of the bedframe of Tammy's bed. There were also the same kind of furlined leather restraints in the middle of the headboard and bottom frame of the bed. All of these restraints were out of anyone's vision upon first glance, unless you looked really close, which of course I did.I was kind of looking for it, so I couldn't miss it.My heart even skipped a little beat when I first saw the bondage equipment. My mind raced ahead with all kinds of thoughts. Thoughts of being in those very restraints intrigued and facinated me to the point that I was practically shaking with excitement as I envisioned myself bound and helpless upon Tammy's bed.
I was still naked from my shower and figured that I would be alone in the house for at least a good couple of hours. So I decided to play around with the restraints. I got on the bed and faced the headboard while on my knees. It was easy to place the leather restraint at the foot of the bed around my ankles. My ankles were tighly held together by the leather restraint and I actually found it to be quite comfortable. Having my ankles strapped together turned me on immediately, but I wanted even more. I wanted to know how it felt to be helplessly restrained on Tammy's bed, so I hooked the leather strap in the middle of the bed onto the ankle restraint around my ankles so that my feet were anchored to the middle part of the bed's frame.The bed I was on was a huge king-sized one. It was so long that even at my fairly good height of 5'7", I was barely able to reach up to restrain my left wrist. In fact, it took me some time to do it and I almost gave up on it. Everytime that I tried to get the metal hook of the restraint into a hole, I missed. But finally I slipped the metal hook in through the hole.
I laid face-down on the bed, reached up to the headboard and strapped the middle restraint aound my left wrist. I tried to put both of my wrists loosely into that middle restraint, but I couldn't reach it with my mouth to be able to restrain both of my wrists.It had been difficult enough to get my left wrist restrained. With my ankles strapped down to the foot of the bed, I could barely reach up to even reach the wrist restraint, let alone place it around my wrist. The wrist restraint around my left wrist was loose enough for me to pull out of it, but I wanted it more tightly around my wrist, so I kept working at it. I was going to keep my right hand completely free so that I could play with myself as I laid there partially restrained to the bed, so that I could play with myself. However, at least for a few minutes, I wanted to have that feeling of being really helplessly restrained.
I decided to force my right wrist into the same restraint as my left one. It was fairly easy to do, but then it occured to me that I might not be able to get out of it. Then what? Wait for my roommate to show up and discover me in her room? The thought of being discovered excited me, but not under the circumstance of having broken into her room. So I attempted to free my right wrist from the restraint. It took me at least three minutes to free my right wrist, but I did free it. I was even a little moist from the anticipation of getting caught by my roommate and not being able to free myself. I liked the feeling so much that I once again forced my right wrist into the restraint, but this time I tightened it first by one more eyehook. This time it took me almost five minutes to free myself. And this time, I was even wetter than before. I was practically dripping. I then placed my right wrist back into the restraint and pretended to be discovered by Tammy. I didn't try to free myself this time because I knew that Tammy wouldn't even be home for at least another couple of hours. I had plenty of time. Or so I thought .
I imagined that someone was playing with the soles of my feet as I laid there restrained. Suddenly I thought I heard the front door of the house open and close. I immediately stopped and tried to free myself from the wrist restraint. To my horror I realized that if I was going to free myself, I would need more time. It didn't help, either, that I was nervous about being caught in Tammy's bedroom like I was. I guess I was just trying too hard to free myself.
Then I looked up to see, not Tammy, but the window's outside frame bang up against the side of the house because of a warm breeze that was blowing outside. The panic that had earlier taken control of me was now replaced by relief. I was also terribly excited. I could feel the wetness in between my legs start to drip. I had gotten thoroughly wet. I guess the thought of getting caught by my roommate was much more erotic than it was scary. And much more erotic than I had even imagined earlier.
I instantly relaxed again, realizing that I had simply panicked from the sound of the window's frame. My imagination went into high gear. I imagined that someone was lightly tickling the bottoms of my feet as I laid there in bondage. So intense was my imagination that I actually felt the tickling become hard enough for me to really struggle in my restraints. In an instant my mind raced to the reality that someone was actually tickling the soles of my feet and I was not imagining it at all.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw the smile of Tammy's face light up with the excitement of having found me restrained in her bed. I gasped and said something stupid like, "Oh, I didn't know you were there!"
"I can see that," she replied. Then she began to take off her clothes as I struggled to free myself. Tammy wouldn't have any of that, of course, and taking complete advantage of my bound state, she quickly made sure that I could not escape by taking a silk scarf and tying it around my already restrained wrists. Then she turned me over onto my back, took the ankle restraint off my ankles, and restrained them again, but this time spread apart so that I was completely and totally exposed to her. I didn't say a word the entire time after that. I was too turned on and too much aroused to even try to stop her. Then she did something that really got me aroused. She took another silk scarf and blindfolded me. I could hear her leaving the room after that and I waited in excited anticipation of what she might do next.
Tammy returned about five minutes later and I could hear hushed whispers.She knew that I had never experienced lesbian love before, but she also figured out that I had some deep, dark desires within me that had to come out sooner or later. Finding me restrained like she did was just too opportune for her to resist. Unbeknownst to me, Tammy had brought in four other women to stimulate my entire body from head to toe all at the same time. I didn't know who was doing what, but I was incredibly aroused. Incredibly aroused!
Having the toes of both of my feet sucked at the same time while two others played with my breasts and hardened nipples while still another gave me expert head easily put me over the top. In fact, my climax was so powerful that I practically broke through those leather restraints. Of course I didn't, but it sure did feel as if I might.I also experienced something called female ejaculation which I had never experienced before. It was a most powerful climax that seemed to go on for the longest time. The mulitple orgasms were so numerous that I simply could not keep track of them. Not that I could anyway, for the intensity was just incredible !
Being restrained, certainly for me at least , heightened that erotic experience immensely, and ever since then, being restrained has always added an extra pleasure for me. Something about being restrained and "forced" to cum is an incredibly major turn-on for me. Hmmmm! I simply closed my eyes and allowed myself the enjoyment of their expert tongues, fingers, mouths and hands on that first encounter. It wasn't my last one, either. I accidentally got caught by my roommate a number of times that year.
This story was submitted anonymously.
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