Foreword: My dear friend Australian Barb Denyer is reasonably new to the foot worship community and recently had her first real life experience after a number of years being active in the online communities, where she posted photos of her feet and made many friends. Over lunch one recent Sunday, she was generous enough to share what it was like to take the next step:
Angela: You waited for nearly two years before having a real life experience with a foot lover. Was this deliberate or was it simply a matter of the right time and right place and do you think it was good to wait and get to know the community first?
Barb: In some ways it was deliberate, and in some ways just waiting for the opportunity. The reason for it being deliberate was exactly as you said, getting to know the community. I wanted to communicate with the foot fetishists and try to understand their passion more – and I was amazed at how those passions differed. Some like soles, some like arches, some like toes, some had a preference for a particular colour nail polish, and some wanted to only see feet with hose covering them. Shoes are also a major factor in the whole equation.
Most of the people I initially met were overseas, so of course there was no way to be able to meet them. I started to think that there were very few men in Australia – well Melbourne – who were interested in female feet. I am on a number of online sites and after a period of time as my “name” started to spread, I finally started to be contacted by men from Melbourne, my home town.
I do think it was good to wait, because for me it was absolutely vital to have an understanding of this interest and to have some idea of what to expect. Even though I did have a reasonable idea prior to my first experience, I was still surprised and flattered by the lovely expression of joy I saw on the face of my foot admirer when he first glimpsed my feet. To know that the simple act of placing your naked foot in a man’s hands can give immeasurable pleasure took me completely by surprise, despite being involved in the online foot loving community for nearly two years.
Angela: Were you nervous or worried about meeting in real life? How did you select the person to be your first and where did you make contact; as I am sure you have had offers and requests before this.
Barb: Yes I was nervous, but no, I was not worried. I had initially been contacted on an online fetish site by the man in question and we continued to communicate through this site for quite some time until I was comfortable that I knew enough about him before I agreed to meet him. I am astute enough to read not only what is written in a message, but also that which is unwritten. I am not a person who makes rash decisions or takes personal risks and I have to say that I also took age into consideration. I had certainly received a couple of offers prior to this (and continue to do so), however it had to be someone special for me to make a move such as this. If there had not been a level of maturity in his communications I knew that there would be no point in taking any further steps, so this was a major consideration in selecting my first foot lover.
As to meeting in real life, I was only ever going to meet in a public place, with in a limited pre-negotiated period of time. That way there would be no stress about “what if I am not comfortable with him”. And this strategy worked perfectly (for both of us I think).
Angela: Can you describe how you felt prior to and during the first meeting? For example, what type of thoughts were running through your head?
Barb: Actually I was excited – I was going to have lunch with a fan – and who wouldn’t be flattered and anticipating a new experience such as this? So..there I was… finally taking the major step of going to meet a man who had seen pictures of my feet, who said they were beautiful (something I still don’t see but I’m not a fetishist) and who I knew desperately wanted to touch them and in his words, “be in their presence”.
As usual, the ‘naughty child’ in me came out and I decided to tease and titillate him at the first meeting. Even though it was a freezing cold day in Melbourne, I wore some open sandals so beautifully polished toes (in a Burgundy red), would show. I still have no idea if he was looking at my feet or the footpath as we walked to the restaurant. As we sat down to have lunch, I made sure my foot was easily seen, and his first words were “Yes, those toes, that colour”!!
In deference to his digestive system, I did move my foot under the table after that. I was very comfortable with him, and quite happy to chat, and I think we both felt totally at ease. Just before he had to leave to return to work, that “naughty child” in me again came out to play. I kicked off my sandal and put my foot on his knee. All I can say is his reaction was absolutely perfect, just what I hoped I would see. His body just froze, a range of emotions flew across his face ending with absolute joy, and he gasped. Totally beyond his control, his hand just moved down to my foot, and the look of wonder on his face as he gently and softly moved his fingers all over my foot was absolutely precious. The icing on the cake was the very softly spoken comment “I have never felt a foot so soft” followed by “please may I kiss your foot”. Who wouldn’t be flattered and happy?
Angela: what sort of discussions did you have with your foot admirer prior to the first foot worship session? Did you for example discuss what might happen or did you both decide to leave it to the moment?
Barb: We had some discussions because I wanted some idea of his expectations and passions. By that I mean did he like clean feet, a particular shoe type such as leather for smell, and so on. I wanted to be sure that not only would I have the experience I wanted, but I also had a deep desire to make sure that he too was happy. As you and I have discussed so often, I was absolutely positive that he would not have been able to live his passion for feet frequently, and I really wanted to have him feel utterly indulged and totally happy.
I have to say I was surprised to find that he wanted to wash my feet. When I asked about this, he said it was not from a cleanliness point of view, but that he got so much joy from of sudsing feet, rinsing them and drying them. I cannot tell you how long it took him to wash and dry each foot, with a lot of attention given to each toe. His eyes never left my feet and toes, and neither did his hands.
But there was one thing I did ask of him. I said I wanted him to tell me if my feet were soft, even though he had made that initial comment. I had been asked so often if my feet were as soft as they looked, something I don’t understand, but apparently a foot man can look at a picture and see – and it is of course a question I cannot honestly answer. So, that was my request of him, to please try to tell me what you feel. I have to say I was so surprised and flattered to be told that he thought they were absolutely perfect, like touching satin.
Angela: did you make any special preparations, such as a pedicure with a particular nail colour, bathing your feet, buying any new footwear?
Barb: No, there were special preparations at all. I wore my usual ‘home’ footwear and of course I hoped that it did not leave a discernible odour that might be unpleasant. About all I did was make sure I did have to make sure I had a suitable container for him to use because I knew he wanted to wash my feet.
Angela: Can you describe for us what happened in your first encounter?
Barb: As usual, I was naughty and teased him a little. I was still at my computer when he arrived, so he knelt beside me and I made sure he was looking at the screen as I was finishing up. My feet were under the desk and he couldn’t get at them. So I stopped “being mean” and we went to the lounge. I only have armchairs so he was sitting in one as I sat in the other.
He stayed in his chair and we chatted, even though I knew he wanted to be at my feet. This went on until I waved my Ugg-boot clad foot at him and said “I’m sure you don’t want to be on that chair. Isn’t this what you want?”. I have to say I did not believe that a man could move so quickly from a chair to the floor at my feet, in such a rapid movement. He put his hand under my ankle to hold up my leg, and slowly removed my very tatty Ugg boot. He then touched my foot with his hand, a look of absolute wonder and joy on his face, so beautiful to see. He felt all over my foot, very, very slowly, obviously not wanting to miss anything. He spent ages doing that, then he lifted my foot to his nose and just sniffed. Actually he made one comment that surprised me. He said after sniffing that he would always recognise my smell, that he would if he were blindfolded he would still be able to identify me.
As I said before, he rinsed my feet, then with a new container of water he washed my feet. The washing took a long time as he was feeling each toe, each part of my foot, and looking closely at them the whole time. The look of total concentration and absorption was just perfect, and again incredibly flattering.
Angela: was there anything that surprised you (in a good or bad way) about the meeting?
Barb: I think the biggest surprise I got was in witnessing his passion. I really, really hoped to see joy on a man’s face as he touched my feet, sort of like “Oh, I don’t believe it! I finally have in my hands what I have been admiring and wanting so long to actually feel”, and that is what I saw. It was confirmation of all the lovely words I had seen written as comments, by so many, about my pictures. That was something I really needed to hear.
I was asked by some of my online friends to share some of my thoughts about my experience because they knew I had met with a foot fetishist. I posted a picture of my feet in his hands, and this is what I said with that picture: “It seems that may be a picture has a thousands words, and I hope this one says it. There is no explaining the look of wonderment and joy on someone’s face, the total concentration to the exclusion of anything else. How do I explain the slow and careful touch and feel on each and every toe, eyes drinking in a dreamed of vision that is now in his hands, the real thing. Minutes spent on each toe as though life depended on not missing one thing, the look, the feel, the smell.”
To me the passion was astounding. Once he started to kiss my feet, smell them, suck my toes as well as my arches and heels he became totally and utterly absorbed. His face was a picture of total pleasure and complete absorption. It was so obvious from his face and his body that his passion had totally taken over.
Angela: how did you feel while having your feet attended to?
Barb: Again, I loved it. I really do adore having my feet massaged and touched. I am not ticklish in any way, so to me this act is always perfection. Let’s face it, if you asked most people to massage your feet you would probably get a very strange look. Ask a man who adores feet and you would probably have to beat him off with a stick – in fact when the match is right, when you think about it, it can only lead to two very happy people. Me getting my massage, him taking pleasure from doing something he often can only dream of doing.
Angela: Given you do have many male admirers and friends online, what was their reaction to you having a real life experience? Was there any jealousy for example?
Barb: I have to say that I found their reactions both wonderful, and intriguing. I knew all my online friends were aware that I had never had a “true foot experience” and I wanted them to know and may be share a little of it with me. I first posted a picture and gave a two paragraph “expose” of my time. There were some fascinating responses to that such as “Oh, who was the lucky man?”; “I wish it could have been me”; “May I have more ‘memoirs of an Australian Foot Queen’ please”, and this request was made a few times. They say to me there was a range of emotions from a wish to just share a wonderful time with me, through to may be just a little envy.
The interesting thing about the envy was I knew exactly where those wonderful friends were coming from, I knew that in so many ways they wanted to “be my first”, and I think this comment from one of them says so much “Mmmmmm….lovely vision….I would have definitely pressed my nose to your soles very intently and kissed each and every toe! I celebrate with him the privilege of such a moment and your wonderful openness and kindness toward him! This is what footlove should be all about…can’t wait to share this with you one day”.
I cannot tell you how incredibly flattered and, yes loved, I felt to also get a personal message from this man telling me how he was so happy that I had finally experienced foot love, but that he also felt just a little jealous that it was not him. And, he was not the only one to send me such a message. All I could think of as I read those messages was “How blessed am I to have such wonderfully caring on line friends who only wish the best for me”.
Angela: Now you have experienced foot worship, will you continue with this pleasure or is it a case of been there and done that?
Barb: Oh I will definitely continue with it – in fact I already have! I have to say, it is an experience I have loved and wish to continue having. And there are two reasons for that: The first is because of how much I love having my feet touched and massaged, and now adored. And the second reason is and this may sound strange), but I cannot tell you how wonderful it feels to make someone so incredibly happy, so full of joy and passion. Such a simple thing as placing your feet in someone’s hands and seeing “that look” immediately come over his face, and to see the reverence with which he touches your feet is really the most amazingly gratifying experience. I think of it as giving, and taking, with absolute pleasure.
How lovely was it that Barb shared this experience with us? Please show your appreciation by leaving comment and I know that Barb is only too happy to dialogue further with anyone who drops by.