My Best Friend Taught Me to Obey That Night

Mateo already told you how he had his first encounter with the foot fetish. Now it’s my turn to confess how I got started in something that at first seemed downright disgusting to me and that, over time, ended up becoming one of my most intense pleasures.

I was always insanely horny, family trait, I guess. In high school I dated a guy named Sebastián, one of the most coveted boys in the class and, without exaggeration, the best lover I had in those years. With him I discovered many things for the first time, although I had already lost my virginity before then. That, however, is a story for another day.

One night, in the middle of sex, Sebastián asked me for something we had never done before. He stood at the edge of the mattress and positioned me face down so I could keep doing what I was doing to him with my mouth, but he told me to lift the soles of my feet toward him, leaving them right in his line of sight.

I noticed his erection getting harder than usual, and that caught my attention. Over the weeks he started touching my feet every time we had sex. I didn’t say anything, although it made me a little uncomfortable. Until one time he brought them to his face, took a deep breath, and started kissing them. Something in me shut off all at once: I got dressed without giving him a single explanation.

For several days I didn’t answer his calls or messages. I started looking into it and understood that Sebastián had a fetish. At the time it seemed disgusting to me. I had never liked having my feet touched, I’m too sensitive and ticklish, and on top of that I saw them as the dirtiest part of the body: the one that bears all the weight and sweats all day long. Later I would learn that that is exactly what drives many people crazy.

I decided to talk it over with my best friend, never imagining that I would leave her house with my head completely changed.

Her name is Carolina. She’s a little younger than I am, but that afternoon I realized she had far more experience than she let on.

***

—Okay, tell me what that idiot did so you wouldn’t answer him —she said the second I sat down.

—He has this weird thing about my feet. I’m not into it at all —I replied.

—That’s all? —she laughed—. Honey, that’s one of the most normal things in the world.

—How? Has that happened to you too?

—Many times. There are men who go crazy for well-cared-for feet. You have no idea what can be done with that obsession.

—And would you teach me? —I said, gathering courage—. I still think it’s something dirty, but I’d like to understand it.

—Of course, gorgeous. You’ll see it’s going to be one of the best decisions of your life.

We moved to her living room, which was warm and cozy. She poured two tequilas and started asking me why it was so hard for me to accept that a man could be attracted to my feet. To make a long story short, I gave her my reasons, and the main one was still the same: they seemed dirty to me. Between laughs and drinks, we both relaxed. She told me, shamelessly, a couple of stories about ex-boyfriends she had never confessed to me before, and I listened without knowing whether to laugh or blush. She asked me to take off my sneakers while she lit a cigarette and finished her drink.

I felt a little uncomfortable, but between the alcohol and the desire to discover what was behind all this, I agreed.

I took off my sneakers and exposed my feet, still covered by a pair of white socks. Carolina came closer, picked up one of my sneakers, and lifted it to her face.

—Wow, your feet are so small —she said, bringing it to her nose to inhale slowly—. Mmm, what a nice scent. Sweet, I’d say.

—What are you doing? Why did you do that? —I blurted out, half amused and half scandalized.

—My dear Renata, in this area you have to learn to enjoy everything. At first I was just like you, but over time I opened up, mentally and sexually, to many things. —She paused and looked me straight in the eye—. Now I need you to answer me something. Are you willing to keep going with this, or am I wasting my time?

She looked so serious that the only thing I could do was nod.

—Very good. Come with me. We’ll be more comfortable in my room.

Those words made me nervous, but I followed her, determined to see how far all this would take me.

***

—Lie face down, don’t talk, and just let yourself go. Understood? —she ordered me as she closed the door.

—Yes, I understand —I answered softly.

I felt her start massaging my legs. She began with my thighs, went down my calves, and reached a slow, firm massage on my feet, still wrapped in my socks. I could hardly believe something so simple could relax me so much. Carolina’s hands were warm and precise, and every pressure seemed to loosen a tension I hadn’t even known I was carrying.

Right away I felt her face against my soles. I felt her breath through the fabric and then the way she slowly removed my socks with almost exaggerated tenderness. For a few seconds I felt nothing except the sound of her inhaling deeply. I pictured her pressing my warm socks against her nose.

—Good, beautiful, we’re going to start —she whispered—. I need you to be relaxed and cooperate, okay?

I barely managed to answer yes when I felt her lips placing soft kisses on my soles. I moved my feet a little from the tickling, but tried to stay as still as possible. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, I was starting to like it, and that confused me.

—Now I want you to take off your pants and blouse —she said with a calm that left no room for argument—. Stay in your underwear and get back into the same position.

—Do I really need to? —I asked, unsure.

—I asked you to trust me. Now obey.

I took off my clothes. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my breasts were left bare, and below I only had a white thong. Carolina simply smiled and took me in from head to toe without any rush. The way she looked at me, as if I were something that belonged to her, turned me on more than I was willing to admit.

Once I settled back in place, I felt her hands stroking my legs while she kissed my soles with deliberate slowness. The pleasure was beginning to build and small moans escaped me that I tried to hold back; I didn’t want to prove her right so quickly.

Then came the first licks, short ones, from heel to fingertips, as if she only barely let her tongue out for an instant to taste me and pulled it back right away. Every brush of her mouth sent a jolt up my legs.

Her hand climbed up my thighs, very close to my pussy, and all the hair on my body stood on end. At that moment she started licking my entire soles, from top to bottom, shamelessly. At first it was uncomfortable, but the closeness of her fingers to my sex made me forget any hesitation.

She licked and sucked harder. I heard her slurping, I heard her moaning, and I couldn’t understand how something like that could provoke such a reaction in another person. I didn’t have time to think about it: with the pads of her fingers she started rubbing my clit through the fabric.

The sensation was brutal. I had never felt anything like it. I was on the edge when she took my fingers into her mouth, running her tongue between them, and at the same time slid one finger inside me. It took no more than a few minutes for me to have the strongest orgasm of my life up to that point. And she didn’t stop: immediately she dragged me into the second one.

I was left exhausted. I had never come like that, with that intensity. The bed had a huge wet stain around me and I could barely breathe.

***

I was still recovering when I heard Carolina moving something behind me. Suddenly she covered my eyes with a scarf and started dripping a thick liquid over my body. From the texture and the scent I guessed it was honey. She poured it from my ass down to my feet, and immediately began licking and cleaning every corner. I was so turned on that I wasn’t even trying to hide my moans anymore.

Then I felt a different kind of heat on my right foot, followed by a wet rub and my friend’s moans. She was masturbating with my foot. I felt her pussy sliding over my sole while she finger-fucked me with two fingers.

She repeated the same thing with the left one. Her clit rubbed against my heel in the rhythm of her keeping on masturbating me. It was a new sensation, intense, impossible to describe in words.

When she reached the highest point, she brought both my feet together and came on my soles, moaning without holding back, and that thrust dragged me into a third orgasm.

When she finally took off the blindfold, she looked at me with a lust that left no room for doubt. I, who had arrived at her house convinced that feet were the dirtiest thing in the world, was now trembling, waiting for whatever came next. Because one thing became crystal clear to me that night: this wasn’t over yet.