Feet Fetish Novels & Stories

Even though he doesn't care, it won't be enjoyable to him… ‘Except he loves fucking dead girls!’ My brain screams it in my head. Somehow, it fills my head with terror. Thick bumps creep along my bare skin, crippling my thoughts. Fucking dead bodies is one dark kink, and just realizing how lost Mr. Russo is, he might be into that fetish too. ‘But he won't fuck me in my unconsciousness, right?’ I try to make sense of it. ‘It’s rape…’ ‘No darling, you already sold your soul to him for a night when you were devilish enough to poison another—’

There was a cooling sensation wherever their skin touched. Lucas opened his eyes and looked down at his mate. Her breasts were small and perky, her nipples rosy bursts of colour on her porcelain skin. Her stomach was flat, almost concave, and there was a smattering of small scars which his eyes seemed to graze over. Her thighs were long alabaster columns, joining to form round, womanly hips. Thank goodness her underwear was still on. She was so small, so fragile looking, Lucas was scared he would break her.

he chuckles “Makes you wonder if he has a human fetish or something” The laugh was thin, brittle. I felt the curl of irritation at the casualness of the joke. Fetish. A small word for a dangerous design. The image of a club full of human bodies smiling and oblivious while people like him watched from behind the counter made my gut twist. “He doesn’t compel them?” It’s not odd to have human workers as long as they’re not being compelled.

But if it's awkward, we stop. 'Deal.' Jordan got up and took his laptop off the couch and placed it on the coffee table. We went into the living room and sat down on the cushions, very close to each other, even touching shoulders. He started a browser and entered a site and scrolled to a video thumbnail, two guys, one of them muscular like him, the other one lean-bodied, both naked. 'This one's basic. Begins with them kissing and proceeds to fuck. No BDSM, no rough stuff, just two men toying each other assholes. He pressed play and the screen was filled with the scene.

I grabbed a container of body wash and a scrunchy, got it good and soapy, then began washing her, working down her back, being careful to gently but firmly rub and massage her body. Soon I worked my way down to her feet. She turned, placing a hand upon my head and lifted her foot as I washed and massaged. The soft moans she made encouraged me. Despite my own desire, I didn't spend long on her feet. I'd lost my last girlfriend when I was open about my foot fetish. She was happy when I would surprise her with heels or clothing that emphasized her legs, but the moment I came clean, it was "I can't be with a guy who wants to lick my feet."

Sweat was dripping down his body, and his defined body was flexing and clenching whilst he released sweet but deep moans. I went from stunned to amused and then to a weird feeling. Even after he noticed that Natalia had fainted from too much mental and body drainage, he still didn't leave but still trained his eyes on her angelic body. 'Did he have the fetish of fucking the unconscious?' I couldn't help but ask as we both watched him. His monster was throbbing more and more as time went on while his moans were getting louder and louder to the extent that I was sure people outside the room could hear him.

“Don't say that,” Dev said as he spread my ass cheeks with one hand and applied the gel with the other. “Your body is yours only. No one else should have control over it.” “But there are people—” “I know there are people who have certain fetishes,” he cut me in the middle of my sentence and added. “You might enjoy it more when others take control of your body, but that's not right, at least according to me.” “So you would never do something like this?” I questioned, looking at the headboard.

The metallic clink of chains echoed softly between cries and laughter. Everywhere she looked, fantasies unfolded openly. A woman arched back in bliss beneath a flogging. A man knelt silently at his Mistress’s feet. Another submissive sobbed beautifully while being comforted after a scene. No shame. No mockery. No pretending. Only raw honesty wrapped in ritual and trust. Ruby’s chest tightened almost painfully. This was real. Not stories. Not fantasies online. Real people. Real surrender. Real control. And somewhere within this intoxicating kingdom of desire…

“Strip, Corporate Cum Queen. We’re upgrading the contract today.” My heart hammered as I peeled off my blouse and skirt, standing naked in front of them. Jax opened the box and pulled out the most insane BDSM contraption I’d ever seen: a full-body leather harness with silver rings, built-in nipple clamps connected by thin chains, a thick remote-controlled dildo with a bulbous base that locked inside me, electric stim pads for my clit and inner thighs, and a delicate silver shock collar that read “Property of Strategic Innovations” in tiny engraved letters.

The red room was back to its vigorous mood, and was much more alive, better than the previous one, two sweating bodies, one hands tied together, and the extension was on the headboard of the bed, his back facing the predator, banging his behind with great force. He can't scream because of the gag ball in his mouth, every time Cafelle push deep forward, his eyes will blurry from tears and can't see a thing from pleasure. He was one of the lower prostitutes in the club where HiVi and Aru worked before. Cafelle will never not touch his elites, since he had a fetishism for BDSM with wild hard leash, and the love for whipping and hitting his sub. Because he can't get excited without playing with