For Men with a Foot Fetish - Buy the photos from a Foot Fetish Partnership

"I'm not gay, but I like feet" - I'd later learn that wasn't fully true, but it was mostly true.

I'm sharing my photos from my partnership with a man with a foot fetish. He was obsessed with my feet in sheers with black polish or completely bare. Special requests are welcome. Email me.

This is exactly how we met and it was in person. Many of my most successful partnerships from my kink experiences have originated from real-life encounters because alphas or subs are naturally drawn to a dom.

In this instance, he had a clinical obsession with my feet. No lie. A true foot fetish.

As you know, I'm a total gym enthusiast, always either leading fitness classes or exercising. While I was leaving the gym in East Lansing, Michigan, I overheard someone in the changing room ask, "What dress shoes are those?" The question came from a guy with broad shoulders who never leaves his workout area and always wears headphones over a large sweater.

I casually said "Cole Haan," even though my feet were entirely bare, with the soles clearly visible. He praised my shoes, which weren't all that impressive, while he was decked out in Jordan apparel from head to toe. Instantly, this made me wonder if he was genuinely interested in my low-grade Cole Haan shoes.

Weeks go by and I see him from time to time with no interaction.

Our paths cross again, and in that moment, he casually brings up a topic that seems almost trivial at first glance: the type of socks I wear with my dress shoes. I was caught off guard. However, this conversation did follow the usual pleasantries, a friendly exchange of "Hey, how are you?" and "What are you focusing on today?" and questions that serve as a warm-up to our interaction. These initial inquiries set a light-hearted tone, allowing us to reconnect and share a brief moment of camaraderie.

I respond simply, stating that I typically wear "just regular socks" because I had no idea about a foot fetish.

Then, in a shift that feels both spontaneous and inviting, he suggests that we work out together. This proposition adds an unexpected layer to our interaction, transforming a casual conversation into a potential opportunity for collaboration and friendship. At least, I thought that was it. I had no idea I was going to learn about the world of a foot fetish.

As we exchange numbers, I can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. This simple act of sharing contact information signifies a step toward building a stronger relationship.

A few days later, he inquired via text if I would be at the gym to meet up and I think we worked out together, but eventually, he asked, "Regarding the socks with the shoes, do you ever wear dress socks or paint your toenails?"

For several years, he paid me $20 for each photo of my feet that I sent him. He would provide instructions, and I would comply. When we saw each other at the gym, we would acknowledge one another, and he would ask me normal questions unrelated to the foot fetish. Occasionally, he would make sure to do this while I was changing my socks.

Want to hear more about the foot fetish story where a man couldn't resist my feet? Pay me.

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