Goldman
04-21-2011, 5:52 PM
Hey guys, I thought I would share with you the story of my first ever foot worship session with a pro domme which happened a few days ago. Includes some trampling which might suprise one or two of you! (true story)
After a night of tossing and turning in my bed i gave up with my battle of trying to get some sleep at 10am. (Quite early for a student!) It was finally time, time for me to attend my first foot worship session and i was filled with mixed emotions. Obviously very excited, but at the same time also very fearful. Afraid of making a fool of myself, the scene from the first American Pie movie with Jim and Nadia springs to mind! I was also Afraid the reality wouldn't live up to the countless fantasies i've had over the last decade. Or afraid the reality would be so immense it would become my heroin.. Would i become addicted to monthly, than weekly, than daily sessions..? I know i have an addictive personality, booze and poker are my only vices to date, and i wasn't sure i wanted to add another. But time was running out, no more time to be afraid, time to sack up and just try and enjoy it, than assess the damage afterwards!
Around midday I headed on a train towards central london, than hopped onto a underground train for a fairly short journey. My first test of the day, scope out all the sexy footware on board without being caught! I was surrounded by several beautiful women dressed in a collection of boots, tennis shoes and flip-flops. There were two lovely ladies in close proximity to me, who sounded German. One was a stunning brunette, and we made eye contact several times, but it wasn't until my eyes ventured down towards her feet that i realised the game was over. Crocs... Really? Urgh.. Such ugly footware! Oh well, atleast it eased down my semi. A combination of beautiful women and sexy footware kept my mind going over the potential scenarios with my Goddess. I was fearing at one point i would have to remain seated as the train pulled past my stop. I mean i was wearing jeans, but i wasn't sure how high my tent might be pitched! By the way im in no way shape or form a sexual deviant, i was just a little excited about the events ahead and my mind was racing!
So i reach my stop, (with a flat tent), and i walk out into one of the hottest days of spring London has had in years. Excellent wardrobe choice by moi, only a 20 odd minute walk in jeans with the sunshine bearing down on me. Must not complain though, it's nice to actually see the sun living in England. Anyways.. I arrive at the apparment a minute or two early. Thanks to google maps on my iPhone, the journey was easy peasy. I reached the gate and saw the door that was more than just a door. It represented alot and i knew i had to go through, but would i come out the same man?
I was greeted at the door by an incredibly beautiful Goddess, i had to try my best not to let my jaw hit the floor as i stood there in awe. Well atleast she looked like her pictures, i thought, now lets hope she doesn't tie me up and then steal a kidney. After the business of passing my tribute to her, i was orded to disrobe and get on my knees before her. She stood before me in a sexy black and red corset, with long black boots, fairly gothic looking.. not sure if there is a paticular name for them. Not my favourite type, but they looked great, especially with her in them. She had long blonde hair and piercing eyes, she was every inch the ideal looking mistress for my first session. She placed her left boot on my knee and yelled at me to start licking them. It was great, just like how i had imagined. There was the perfect amount of dirt for me. Not too clean, and not too muddy, and i was loving every second of it getting into the cracks and creaveses of her boots, particually the soles. I was trying to dislodge all the dirt i could find, whilst being barked at to be quicker. After several minutes it kind of dawned on me that it sucks being a lazy bastard with submissive tendancies. My tonuge was begining to ache and i quite fancied taking a break. I knew this wouldn't be an option. Nor should it be. I fought throught the pain barrier and began work shinning all of the dirt and grime off the other boot when instructed.
Than came the moment i was eagarly anticipating. 'Take my boots off slave!!' It was music to my ears. It was then i had a slight moments panic, i had never been before a pair of boots like these, my ex-girlfriends had worn more conventional styles. Now i was facing a combination of buckles and laces, i know it's hardly the Da Vinci code, but i was briefly concerned! Luckly it wasn't too hard, although unlacing the boots seemed to take an eternity. But it was worth the wait. I was instructed to lay on my back, and im pretty sure i will not forget for a while the sensation of her sweaty foot being placed on top of my face. Covered in fishnet stockings, she started to rub her feet all over my face. I couldn't believe how damp they felt.. and the smell.. the SMELL! They smelt amazing. I was in heaven. I just wanted to reach up and grab them and hold them over my nose, but i wasn't sure if that was acceptable. So i just erred on the side of caution. It was at that point she began slamming her feet into my chest and kicking me in the ribs. We had spoken before hand about trampling. I had always liked the thought of being walked all over by a woman, but it had never been one of my main fantasies. So i thought why not have a go whilst im here, and see if i like it. Iv'e had ex-girlfriends walk on my back, and once or twice on the chest. But nothing that lasted very long. Then suddenly.. BAM.. she stood on me. Now this Goddess was quite petit. She was small in height and weight. But when she jumped onto my chest i could of sworn she was holding one of those ACME anvils with her. The pressure was intense. Nothing i had ever felt before. Looking up at this beautiful Goddess walk all over me as she called me her rug was very hot. She intermittently placed her feet on my face ordering me to kiss them, which of course i obliged happily! We had discussed beforehand a safeword, and i was litterally on the verge of yelping it. I wasn't afraid of looking like a wimp, i mean i had just spent the last 20 minutes or so licking the mud off her boots.. heh. But i battled through the pain, reluctant to say the word. I think maybe she sensed me struggling and told me to lay down on the floor on my stomach and she proceeded to jump on my back for a few minutes. It felt great to be honest! But it was short lived, and i was then forced to lay on my back again for round two. This time only more intense. She began jumping up and down, she called me her own little trampoline as she bounced up and down with a big smile on her face.
Then it was time for the main event, the moment i had been eagarly anticipating. Time to start worshping her beautiful feet. I cupped her small feet, (i would guess between a size 4-6 UK) her nails were painted a virbrant shade of red. Her feet were still fairly damp, and the smell of sweat mixed with a hint of perfume filled my nostrils. I bent down on my knees and began to worship her feet like a dog eating from a bowl. She laughed at my exuberance, but that didn't slow me down. I was in a trance kissing, licking and sucking all over her feet and toes. The taste was great, i was in heaven! Eventually i was ordered to remove her stockings and i was able to feel her feet in all there glory. I then tried being more sensual with my motions, less frantic.. I had emerged from my trance like status and began thinking about the Goddess before me. I wanted to please her too, this wasn't only about my gratification. I tried to bank on all the videos i had seen over the years, trying to think of good techniques. Sucking each toe individually, then making long stokes with my tongue from heel to toe, sucking on her heel slowly. Well you get the idea.. After a period of time which was always going to be too short, time was up on the session. We chatted briefly before i was on my way, backout through the doorway which was the gateway to my dreams. I walked back towards the train station, and pondered about going for a quick beer and soak up the sun. But to be honest i was quite happy keeping the flavours already in my mouth!
I began writing this the day after the session, as i layed in my bed i put the laptop on my chest only to flex in extreme discomfort. My chest was killing me! I dont know how you guys do it, let alone the ones that do multiple tramplers at a time or BBWs.
On reflection, it was a fantastic experience for me. One i don't think i will ever forget. But im not left with an urge for a session as soon as possible. I mean sure if you offered me a free one tomorrow i would take it in a heartbeat. I loved it, but i dont feel the need for it on a regular basis. Which im sure my wallet will appreciate. It was a great time to explore myself, and turn my long held fantasies into reality! But it has definately made me think about other things, primarily the kind of relationship im after. I know for sure im not interested in a 24/7 sub relationship, and my feelings before, during and just after the session compounded that.
If you made it this far i hope it wasn't too boring. I just wanted to share this with the community :)
After a night of tossing and turning in my bed i gave up with my battle of trying to get some sleep at 10am. (Quite early for a student!) It was finally time, time for me to attend my first foot worship session and i was filled with mixed emotions. Obviously very excited, but at the same time also very fearful. Afraid of making a fool of myself, the scene from the first American Pie movie with Jim and Nadia springs to mind! I was also Afraid the reality wouldn't live up to the countless fantasies i've had over the last decade. Or afraid the reality would be so immense it would become my heroin.. Would i become addicted to monthly, than weekly, than daily sessions..? I know i have an addictive personality, booze and poker are my only vices to date, and i wasn't sure i wanted to add another. But time was running out, no more time to be afraid, time to sack up and just try and enjoy it, than assess the damage afterwards!
Around midday I headed on a train towards central london, than hopped onto a underground train for a fairly short journey. My first test of the day, scope out all the sexy footware on board without being caught! I was surrounded by several beautiful women dressed in a collection of boots, tennis shoes and flip-flops. There were two lovely ladies in close proximity to me, who sounded German. One was a stunning brunette, and we made eye contact several times, but it wasn't until my eyes ventured down towards her feet that i realised the game was over. Crocs... Really? Urgh.. Such ugly footware! Oh well, atleast it eased down my semi. A combination of beautiful women and sexy footware kept my mind going over the potential scenarios with my Goddess. I was fearing at one point i would have to remain seated as the train pulled past my stop. I mean i was wearing jeans, but i wasn't sure how high my tent might be pitched! By the way im in no way shape or form a sexual deviant, i was just a little excited about the events ahead and my mind was racing!
So i reach my stop, (with a flat tent), and i walk out into one of the hottest days of spring London has had in years. Excellent wardrobe choice by moi, only a 20 odd minute walk in jeans with the sunshine bearing down on me. Must not complain though, it's nice to actually see the sun living in England. Anyways.. I arrive at the apparment a minute or two early. Thanks to google maps on my iPhone, the journey was easy peasy. I reached the gate and saw the door that was more than just a door. It represented alot and i knew i had to go through, but would i come out the same man?
I was greeted at the door by an incredibly beautiful Goddess, i had to try my best not to let my jaw hit the floor as i stood there in awe. Well atleast she looked like her pictures, i thought, now lets hope she doesn't tie me up and then steal a kidney. After the business of passing my tribute to her, i was orded to disrobe and get on my knees before her. She stood before me in a sexy black and red corset, with long black boots, fairly gothic looking.. not sure if there is a paticular name for them. Not my favourite type, but they looked great, especially with her in them. She had long blonde hair and piercing eyes, she was every inch the ideal looking mistress for my first session. She placed her left boot on my knee and yelled at me to start licking them. It was great, just like how i had imagined. There was the perfect amount of dirt for me. Not too clean, and not too muddy, and i was loving every second of it getting into the cracks and creaveses of her boots, particually the soles. I was trying to dislodge all the dirt i could find, whilst being barked at to be quicker. After several minutes it kind of dawned on me that it sucks being a lazy bastard with submissive tendancies. My tonuge was begining to ache and i quite fancied taking a break. I knew this wouldn't be an option. Nor should it be. I fought throught the pain barrier and began work shinning all of the dirt and grime off the other boot when instructed.
Than came the moment i was eagarly anticipating. 'Take my boots off slave!!' It was music to my ears. It was then i had a slight moments panic, i had never been before a pair of boots like these, my ex-girlfriends had worn more conventional styles. Now i was facing a combination of buckles and laces, i know it's hardly the Da Vinci code, but i was briefly concerned! Luckly it wasn't too hard, although unlacing the boots seemed to take an eternity. But it was worth the wait. I was instructed to lay on my back, and im pretty sure i will not forget for a while the sensation of her sweaty foot being placed on top of my face. Covered in fishnet stockings, she started to rub her feet all over my face. I couldn't believe how damp they felt.. and the smell.. the SMELL! They smelt amazing. I was in heaven. I just wanted to reach up and grab them and hold them over my nose, but i wasn't sure if that was acceptable. So i just erred on the side of caution. It was at that point she began slamming her feet into my chest and kicking me in the ribs. We had spoken before hand about trampling. I had always liked the thought of being walked all over by a woman, but it had never been one of my main fantasies. So i thought why not have a go whilst im here, and see if i like it. Iv'e had ex-girlfriends walk on my back, and once or twice on the chest. But nothing that lasted very long. Then suddenly.. BAM.. she stood on me. Now this Goddess was quite petit. She was small in height and weight. But when she jumped onto my chest i could of sworn she was holding one of those ACME anvils with her. The pressure was intense. Nothing i had ever felt before. Looking up at this beautiful Goddess walk all over me as she called me her rug was very hot. She intermittently placed her feet on my face ordering me to kiss them, which of course i obliged happily! We had discussed beforehand a safeword, and i was litterally on the verge of yelping it. I wasn't afraid of looking like a wimp, i mean i had just spent the last 20 minutes or so licking the mud off her boots.. heh. But i battled through the pain, reluctant to say the word. I think maybe she sensed me struggling and told me to lay down on the floor on my stomach and she proceeded to jump on my back for a few minutes. It felt great to be honest! But it was short lived, and i was then forced to lay on my back again for round two. This time only more intense. She began jumping up and down, she called me her own little trampoline as she bounced up and down with a big smile on her face.
Then it was time for the main event, the moment i had been eagarly anticipating. Time to start worshping her beautiful feet. I cupped her small feet, (i would guess between a size 4-6 UK) her nails were painted a virbrant shade of red. Her feet were still fairly damp, and the smell of sweat mixed with a hint of perfume filled my nostrils. I bent down on my knees and began to worship her feet like a dog eating from a bowl. She laughed at my exuberance, but that didn't slow me down. I was in a trance kissing, licking and sucking all over her feet and toes. The taste was great, i was in heaven! Eventually i was ordered to remove her stockings and i was able to feel her feet in all there glory. I then tried being more sensual with my motions, less frantic.. I had emerged from my trance like status and began thinking about the Goddess before me. I wanted to please her too, this wasn't only about my gratification. I tried to bank on all the videos i had seen over the years, trying to think of good techniques. Sucking each toe individually, then making long stokes with my tongue from heel to toe, sucking on her heel slowly. Well you get the idea.. After a period of time which was always going to be too short, time was up on the session. We chatted briefly before i was on my way, backout through the doorway which was the gateway to my dreams. I walked back towards the train station, and pondered about going for a quick beer and soak up the sun. But to be honest i was quite happy keeping the flavours already in my mouth!
I began writing this the day after the session, as i layed in my bed i put the laptop on my chest only to flex in extreme discomfort. My chest was killing me! I dont know how you guys do it, let alone the ones that do multiple tramplers at a time or BBWs.
On reflection, it was a fantastic experience for me. One i don't think i will ever forget. But im not left with an urge for a session as soon as possible. I mean sure if you offered me a free one tomorrow i would take it in a heartbeat. I loved it, but i dont feel the need for it on a regular basis. Which im sure my wallet will appreciate. It was a great time to explore myself, and turn my long held fantasies into reality! But it has definately made me think about other things, primarily the kind of relationship im after. I know for sure im not interested in a 24/7 sub relationship, and my feelings before, during and just after the session compounded that.
If you made it this far i hope it wasn't too boring. I just wanted to share this with the community :)