First, a little bit about myself. I am a 34 year old white male with a foot fetish. It all began when I was quite young. I can't remember how old I was but I remember that whenever a girl was barefoot, my head would be pointed in her direction. I now own an art gallery, I studied art all through out my college days. It paid off in more than one way. Not only am I well off financially, but when I was younger, it put me in contact with female feet.

When I was in my mid twenties, I decided to start my own business. I didn't have much money so I had to improvise. I found an art dealer that liked my work, and I gained a steady income. Soon I leased my own shop/studio. It was on a second floor in a rather large mini-mall. There were probably over 125 shops there. I used it as a place to create and display my work. I began making rings and trinkets that I could sell for some extra money. I even got a few display cases. I eventually started making toe rings.

The rings and trinkets became well known to the shoppers and students at the high school, Jr. high, and the three elementary schools in the area. Now I didn't just make a bunch and sell them, I made them to custom fit. Instead of slipping them over the toe, I made them so the ring would open and could be placed on, then latched closed. This would require me measuring the toe's circumference.

Then I would make it and when it came time to put it on the customer, I had them lay on a table in back on their stomach, barefoot of course, place it on the toe, and then seal it shut. It was possible to unseal and reseal it by itself, but it was easier for the customers to come back and pay twentyfive cents to have it done in less than a minute. I would also clean them for an extra seventy five cents. They were rather expensive since they were custom made, and I didn't get many younger customers in the product market. (At the time I was in my twenties and enjoyed younger feet). So I discounted them fifty percent.

Business really was booming. I had an order receipt slip that needed to be filled out before placing an order. The person put their name, mailing address, phone number, and all the normally asked information on it. I would then take the person into a back room, ask them to remove their shoes and socks, I would then have them chose the design and color and all the details. (While barefoot so I could look at their feet) The customer would then choose which toe.

I would have them lay on a table, (stomach down), which had a rest for the feet, so I could measure the toe size and seal it on when the ring was finished. One day during the sale, four girls came in. At first sight I guessed they were in grade eighth to tenth, 'cause they looked so young. But I found out later from their sales slips that they were actually either eighteen or nineteen years old. That made me feel better because at least they were legal adults and i could let my mind fantasize about them.

There was Kayla B., Ashlee R., Tanya O., and Carly Y.(I don't want to reveal their last names, so I will only use their last initials). The rings were down to around $15-$30. I believe if I hadn't lowered the price, they never would have come in. They each decided to buy one of their own, and this sent me to a heavenly state I cannot explain. Well this meant I got to see, touch, and even go as far as to "play" with their feet.

First I took Ashlee back to the room while the other three looked around front. I asked her to remove her shoes and socks and get up on the table. She did as asked and I gave her the folders which showed different designs and options. While doing that I examined her feet from a distance. Her feet were what I consider a Masterpiece. They were silky smooth, with creamy white soles and medium length toes, with excellent well kept nails. Her heels were perfectly rounded and would have teased any man on this earth with a foot fetish. Once she picked out what she wanted I had her lay on her tummy and put her feet on the footrest.

I asked her which toe she wanted it on. I remember it vividly. It was her second toe on her left foot. I placed one hand on her left sole and began measuring her toe with the other. It was one of the greatest sensations pressing the palm of my hand against her sole. Once I had it measured I played around a while, acting like it was a longer procedure than it really was.

Then I took the girl named Carly. She too had great feet, but not worthy of a prize like Ashlee's. She only removed one shoe and sock, and while I was measuring her toe, she kept asking if I was done yet. I could tell she didn't like this, so I made it quicker.

Tanya had very adequate looking feet, yet they were worn and hard around the heels and being the oldest of the four, I thought it normal. Her toes were long and skinny. The tops of her feet we rather below average, however her soles could turn some heads. After she had chosen the ring and I had her for measuring, she asked me if I could lightly tickle her feet for a minute. It was a delight to have an excuse to "play" with her feet.

The last girl to come in, and my favorite of the four was Kayla. She was a very pretty girl, I am sure she would break some hearts as she got older. Her feet were a million dollars. I cannot begin to paint a picture in your mind with words, but I will try. Her toes were a medium length and bent slightly down at the minor joint right before the nail. Her soles were the most tantalizing treat. They were a milky creamy white and were softer than silk, that is not a metaphor. It is the truth. Her soles turned pink when she scrunched her toes.

I almost asked her out on a date. I asked her to remove her shoes. She asked which one and I suggested both. I couldn't stop staring as she first removed her shoes, then her white socks. She took her sweet time choosing the ring and it was fine by me. I sat near, watching her move one of her bare feet in a steady rhythm that revealed the sole and the top of the foot. She finally had one picked out and I had her get on the table. Now artists are supposed to be creative, but I think this experience tested my creativity.

I had her put her feet on the rests. Now I first told her I was going to look at her toes to see which ones are best for a ring. This I had never done before and gave me five minutes to touch and "play" with her toes. I then told her all her toes would be good so she chose the second toe on her left foot. I put one hand on the heel of her sole, and subtly rubbed it as I measured her toe. I was truly sorry when she had to put on her shoes.

About three weeks later, Tanya, Ashlee and Carly came back in to get their newly crafted rings. A week after that, Kayla came in. I remember that day so well. I showed her the ring at the display case and asked her to accompany me back to the room. The other three girls removed only the shoe and sock of the foot that was to be ringed. Not Kayla. She took off both of her shoes and socks and got up on the table, stomach down. I gently touched the sole of her left foot, over and over again, Kayla later told me she liked it.

While putting the ring on I needed to see better and the solution was to get closer. However, the way the table was, the only way I could do this was to actually rest my head on her sole. It smelled so good! Had I not been so nervous, I would have licked it. While putting her ring on, I made sure I played with her toes every chance I got. Normally it takes five minutes to put it on. It took me twenty with Kayla. The whole time I couldn't resist not having my hand touch just a part of her foot.

Sometimes you need to listen to your inner self. This was one of these times. I remember right after it was sealed, I ran my finger between each toe on both feet! They smelled of her toes the rest of the day. When it was on, it looked fabulous. So fabulous that I asked her if she would model for a poster I could put in the window.