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foot fetish
I doubt anyone with the fetish would be able to explain it any better than You or I. I've tried to unpack other fetishes of other kinds with their owners. . No real luck.
I did get to the root of my husband's "watching" fetish, but most people are pretty clueless about where their stuff comes from.
i think foot fetishes are most likely like other fetishes like, lingerie fetish or pain or whatever. it is what turns you on about the part. i person with a foot fetish will love to touch your feet ans lick and suck your toes. and probably cum on your feet as well. and bone your feet as well, like a titfck. my 2 cents
It's a bit of a strange request to ask to have a fetish explained. Nonetheless as a foot fetishist let me try explain mine...
The first time I noticed a woman's foot was at school, maybe standard 8 and I was young for my class in a boys only school. We were writing an exam in the hall and one of the invigilators was our maths teacher who was quite pretty and very short. Anyway, I noticed she had taken off her shoes while walking between the rows of desks and couldn't help making out her painted toenails through her nylon stockings. I looked at this and thought to myself what pretty little feet she has. My first recollection of noticing a lady's feet. The other feet I noticed early on were my biology teacher's, perhaps not long afterwards. No-one in the class admitted to finding her attractive although she was despite having a nobler than average nose. In any case, I noticed that she too had slim, attractive feet, although as a taller lady, they were larger than the maths teacher's. I started forming fantasies about her and eventually worked my way to her feet in my fantasy, thinking, that although a mature teacher will have no interest in a scholar, particularly not a younger one like me who was also a late bloomer (I was about 155 cm tall in matric), maybe she would let me massage her feet and if I was really lucky, maybe she would stimulate me with them. I of course thought I was really weird, did not know anything about foot fetishism and certainly did not dare to share my fantasy with anyone.
Many years later a girlfriend and I were sitting on a couch together, naked. More like at opposite ends of the couch - she had her feet up on the couch and out of the blue started stroking my chest, stomach and eventually my penis with her cute feet (red painted nails). I had never mentioned my foot thing to her... I was so aroused, and she gave me the most amazing footjob. Nothing like anything else I had ever felt. I guess it was the unexpectedness of it, the different type of motion, the skin of her soles, which although smooth and pretty is very different in feel from a hand. And of course the earlier fantasies of my high school teachers. I was hooked!
I have tried with a few other women, another girlfriend (who unfortunately did not have very pretty feet), used to tease me a lot, but also understood and would occasionally give me a footjob. My wife (Mrs Shy) also understands and has gorgeous, slim feet, so occasionally I get a footjob from her too. She also loves having her feet massaged so that part of things is a win-win for both of us, but she hasn't quite taken to having her toes sucked... The last time we spoke about that he response was along the lines of "it's not good or bad, it just feels strange".
@ shy_couple
I enjoyed reading about the start of your foot fetish and it made remember my own...
So here goes...
This was in my youth and way way before I became involved with L.
I've had some men profess to having foot fetishes before. LONG before it became one of my own.
Men would suck my toes and rub my feet and generally be *normal* people otherwise. So When I met D and he claimed to have a foot fetish as well, I didn't even bat an eye.
I used to love my feet. I thought they were adorable.
Getting a foot rub or having my toes sucked on while being licked from head to foot was delightful and erotic, sign me up.
I did, however, get a bit more than I bargained for with D.
When we where together, that man never stopped touching my legs and feet.
At first I had my usual motto of *if it gets you off, it gets me off*.
I also enjoyed the attention. I would get a shiver when we were just cuddling or sexually engaged and he'd put my toes in his mouth, but at that stage it did not feel like it was becoming a pandemic.
To him, touching my leg or foot was no different a sign of affection, than patting my shoulder.
One night, while I was meeting his friends for the first time, he bent down and kissed my foot,as he was getting up to go grab something.
You could have heated the house with my cheeks as his friends looked at me, curious expressions upon their faces. Being young and just starting out in kink, I was still shy.
After that, we had a talk about what was considered in public and what wasn't.
Invariably, more attention was paid to my legs and feet than any other part of my body. D made the experience, something I'd been pretty neutral about, EROTIC.
I started to enjoy distracting him with stockings and shoes. The sight of my then small delicate feet strapped into a pair of gorgeous shoes would drive him to whisk me into the bedroom where he'd slowly remove my clothes and worship my body, kissing and caressing his way down. Ultimately he would linger on my feet and toes.
It was a unique experience, adjusting to my partners fantasies. I loved the foot rubs and pedicures. I eventually stopped apply lotion to my legs myself,when I stayed over, knowing how much pleasure he got from caressing soft skin and smoothing, working lotion into my feet.
His attention solely focused on the objects off his desire resting in his lap.
I was not that hard into kink as what I am nowadays and would never even think of walking on his genitals with my stiletto's although he begged and begged.
Other foot games were met with more enthusiasm from my side.
I have never liked red nail varnish, but there with D, I decided to be a martyr and purchase more red nail polish, endure his pedicures, sit through having my thighs caressed and kissed, my calves kneed, and my toes sensually sucked on...
It was a hard life!
But I did what I had to do….
Later I did LEARN to comply to walk on any penis that is offered to me in that way.
Even had to make some holes in Cheap *vis-plakkies*specially for that to tell tales on the little custom made coffee table I used to have with a hole in the middle.
In the Now and the Present,I can for the love of me,NOT find another gent with the same devotion to my feet….
As Mr Shycouple's story illustrates, most fetishes have their roots in the sexual awakening we experience in our formative childhood years. Much like some newborn animals accept the first creature they see as their mother, we imprint these early turn-ons and generally keep them for life, although we are mostly unaware of their origins.
It would seem that the foot fetish was prevalent among men of past generations due to the conservative dress code imposed on women in those days, which left mainly the feet as the most visually accessible part of her anatomy, and thus formed the focus of many a young male's fantasies.
This would explain why you have trouble finding a foot-worshipper nowadays, PiB, you may need to visit a retirement home, look for guys in wheelchairs complaining about a bad back, heehee!
Also, a lot of women, whether they admit it or not, are turned on by spanking. This has its roots in early experiences of arousal while being spanked by their father, the first male in their life. Probably also imprints the sex=naughty connection in the female mind. However I am sure this is also a dying trend due to the current political incorrectness of child discipline!
Lee, I am sure you found the origins of hubby's voyeuristic predilection in some childhood event where he got to watch some adults having fun, I know this is where I got mine!
In general, we tend to underestimate the importance of the experiences of our formative years, and life and society encourages us in trivializing them. They make us what we are, what we like and dislike, and what turns us on, and it's only called a fetish when society in general finds it weird or unacceptable, like the man who could only become aroused while insects crawled all over his body. As a child during his first self-pleasuring experience, ants had crawled all over him as he reached orgasm, and his mind forever tied his pleasure to that sensation.
For anybody seeking more enlightenment on this subject, I highly recommend the book 'The Erotic Mind' by Jack Morin.
So long
@ wolfman
close; his first experience of porn was of a guy walking in on his wife "on the nest" so to speak and instead of freaking out of course he watches them and then gets himself hard and joins.
Pretty much branded into his brain I expect.
Here's mine. .. when I figured out where fetishes come from. .I thought about where I had my first formative experience of the concept of sex. .. it was in writing, first very clinically (my mom was a very matter-of-fact, 'you need to know this stuff' nurse), and then in what my mother liked to refer to as "penny horribles" (read Mills& Boon)
To this day I LOVE erotic writing. .. Nothing gets me wet like reading texts from my man about what he wants to do to me. ..
Which might be why I guard the English language so aggressively. .. :twisted:
