Fetish for Feet – A Foot Fetish Story

Charlie has a fetish for feet, which works out quite well for me.

Charlie and I live in the same town and frequent many of the same social events. I’ve watched him for a while and observed that Charlie likes a beautiful woman who takes good care of herself. He’ll take good care of her if she can keep his attention. He’ll take her to the finest restaurants and buy her lavish gifts. He will pamper her and satisfy her thoroughly. She will be his Queen above all others. I’ve noticed that while Charlie is good to the women he dates, he also gets bored easily and moves from woman to woman. Convinced that these ladies just hadn’t figured out what really got him going, I was determined to figure him out, and I recognized what he needed right away when he finally noticed me… Charlie has a fetish for feet.

While excitedly looking me up and down, I saw Charlie get particularly wide-eyed when his gaze reached my feet.

One night at a party, Charlie looked at me and did a double take. His gaze first went to my eyes, then to my lips. Next, he moved his passionate stare to my shoulders and breasts, then slowly moved it to my waist and hips. As his gaze moved down my legs, I noticed him holding it at my feet. His eyes widened, and he smiled. When I saw this, I stepped one foot out of my stilettos and softly ran my toes on the tops of them. His mouth slowly opened, and I knew then that Charlie had a fetish for feet. I also knew I had him under my spell.

Armed with the knowledge of Charlie’s fetish for feet, I hatched a plan to hold his attention.

I wanted Charlie to keep paying attention to me and only me. Yearning to be Charlie’s Queen above all others, I instinctually knew I had to use his fetish for feet as the catalyst to fulfill my desires.

Charlie’s friends motioned for him to join them at their table. Once everyone settled into their seats, I noticed an open chair across from where Charlie was seated. I quickly made my move; I walked up to the table, smiled at him, and asked, “Mind if I join you, Gentlemen?”

“Please do!” Charlie replied. We all shared some light conversation and laughs. Now, with everyone comfortable and relaxed, it was time to captivate this man that had already captivated me. Thankfully, I knew a thing or two about foot fetishes. I took off a stiletto again and reached my foot under the table out to Charlie’s leg, and started slowly caressing it with my toes. As I trailed my dainty pedicure up his thigh toward his dick, Charlie looked like a deer in headlights. I wiggled my toes on his hardening cock until it was a rock, making eye contact the entire time, and then slowly pulled them away.

My plan worked! My pretty, pedicured toes had aroused his foot fetish.

Charlie couldn’t stop staring at me the entire night, and when the party ended, he asked if I would go to dinner with him the next night. I happily agreed, and the rest is history. I am now Charlie’s Queen. He pampers me and satisfies me daily. I, of course, satisfy his fetish for feet in return, always keeping my toes perfectly pedicured and within his reach. His favorite is when I jerk his throbbing cock with my beautiful feet until he shoots his warm load all over my pretty toes.

Charlie and I enjoy other things too. Read my last blog all about passionate love making if you want to learn more!

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