Having been immersed in the BD/SM community for the entire span of my 20’s, it wasn’t long into my journey before I learned there was a whole rainbow of “kinkdom” out there, and my area of it was only scratching the surface. During that time I was constantly meeting people who had all sorts of different fetishes; Crossdressing, Foot Worship, Humiliation, Sissification (Forced feminization), Infantilism, Electrosex, Kinbaku (Japanese Rope Bondage), and even clothing fetishes like Latex and Corseting. Yes, there is a fetish for just about everything from soup to nuts, well, more like even nuts in soup: Sploshing (I admit, the thought of having an erotic food fight, or a food play scenario like the one in the film 9 1/2 Weeks, turns me on).
I can’t claim to like all of those fetishes even as a concept, let alone understand them all, but I do feel that we’re all entitled to explore our sexuality in whatever way we choose, and joyously so, as long as everyone involved is a consenting adult. After all, we all have something that turns us on that maybe, just maybe, might not be quite someone else’s cup of tea, so its best not to be too harsh a critic of your fellow sexplorer’s bedtime fun.
The BD/SM world seems to be this marvelous crossover playground where a lot of fetishes overlap and mingle. This certainly doesn’t mean that every person into D/s and BD/SM is into any, or all, of these fetishes, but a lot of these fetishes fall under the umbrella of play that are often labeled “D/s” (Dominance and submission). Picture those cool Venn diagrams where the circles have both separate and overlapping areas illustrating the relationships between things, and there you have fetishes and the kink world.
My first personal experience with Foot Worship came a few years before I delved into the BD/SM world. I used to be a regular at showings of The Rocky Horror Picture Show on 8th St. in Manhattan when I first went to college in the early 90’s, and one of my fellow regulars, part of the group that took me in and quickly made me a part of their crew, loved feet. And when I say he loved feet, I mean he LOVED feet! He loved watching me wiggle my toes, he got doe-eyed watching me arch my foot to stretch and point my toes, and as soon as I became aware of this through keen observation, I would do them more obviously in his presence. The not quite matured Dominant aspect of my nature thoroughly enjoyed this. I reveled in the thought that it was erotically torturous for him to watch me, and I took advantage of this whenever I could. It helped that I had an interest in him sexually, as sexuality ties heavily into D/s for me. In short, they are inextricably linked for me. Well, maybe not in all cases, but usually 95% of the time anyway.
Soon, as he became comfortable with me, and aware that we shared a mutual attraction, I allowed this aspect of our relationship to grow. I remember one night where he literally massaged and rubbed my stocking feet for what seemed like an hour before one show. I was somewhat repulsed by it at first, as I knew my tired, stocking-clad tootsies were definitely not the most pleasant smelling. Oh, but that was just like icing on the cake for him, as he totally got off on stinky feet, and the more it smelled like you had been walking around all day, the better! I wouldn’t even want to be near my feet after that, but to each his own. Good on ya, mate!
Another night I even allowed him to suck my toes and lick my feet. I know some women actually find this feeling erotic, no fetish included, but then, to me, it just felt weird. It certainly did nothing for me sexually, but he really enjoyed it, and so I acquiesced to his desire, as it certainly wasn’t a deal breaker. I suppose I should’ve looked at it like getting a foot massage with a mouth. LOL I had another experience with my toes being sucked by a lover just a year or so ago, and um, let’s just say under the right circumstances, I think my toes have tiny clits on them, but I digress. =)
A few years later as I forayed into my experience with BD/SM, I began to learn that this form of fetish had it roots in submission, and I as a Dominant Female, or Mistress if you please, became well aware that my stiletto-sporting feet, and the nylon-wearing legs they were attached to, were in high demand by submissive men with foot fetishes. I intended to milk this fetish for all it was worth. And when I say worth people, I mean I saw dollar signs.
I was not alone in my ingenuity either! My partner in crime and best friend, Domina Blue, saw the monumental eBay potential to be gleamed. She was not only a Domina like me, but shared my eBay obsession as well. Blue encouraged me to list my well-worn stockings, socks, high heels, and even busted-out old sneakers for auction. Alas, eBay didn’t like such auctions, and quickly cancelled them despite overwhelmingly rapid bidding response! Apparently the selling of erotically marketed used clothing did not jive with their policies. Foiled again. I’d expect a little more from a company from California, land of the “out there”!
Ah, thank you, eBanned! eBanned is the cleverly created “adult only” auction site for all things fetish that are not allowed on eBay. Smelly socks? Worn panties? Trashed out high heels? You name it, you can sell, or buy it, on eBanned. Honestly, you’re just going to throw out your old socks, so why do that when you can sell them to some foot-sniffing, sock lover for $20, who will love them in his own special way? And please don’t think me callus in that statement, as those loving footboys understand what a true pleasure it is that I allowed them.
It’s not only a no-brainer as far as the profit margins go, but it’s also the most cleverly concealed form of recycling ever devised! And who doesn’t care about the environment these days, right? I was such an innovator in the realm of “repurposing” back then, and I didn’t even realize it. And hey, it’s like getting your shoes for free, because once you have worn them enough that you need new ones, you can end up selling your beat up heels for anywhere from half, up to what they originally cost you, or more! I sold a pair of 6″ red patent, ankle strap, stilettos that I had worn out for $85+ to a guy from Germany! They cost me less than half that.
Of course it’s not just the object itself, but the symbolism behind it, as well as the scent infused in it. To smell your feet, see the wear and imagine your perfect feet carving a path across a crowded room as all eyes fell on you, and imagine the life you lived in them as they worship every aspect of your Goddesshood; that, it’s that those footboys desire. It could be a high heel, a sneaker, a cute cotton athletic sock, or the sexiest pair of silk stockings. It’s whatever their proclivity is, whatever fantasy you choose to weave, and whatever piece of your world you deem them fit to enjoy the morsel of.
I call that a win/win, don’t you?
It’s been years since I employed such craftiness in both the realm of fetish, and of the more creative marketplace. My early 30’s have been about the more “swirly” aspects of vanilla sexual expression, and that is fine with me. I go where my desire leads me. I haven’t taken part in this area of e-commerce for a good long time. That is, until recently. Of course, that is a story for another day.
Do you have any fetishes? Care to share with me?