Foot Fetish Visual Novels & Stories

Valerie was stunned by the fetish devices made of iron, Cuffs, Collar, Shackles, Hemp and jute rope, wax, candle piercing tools and so on. "Do I look like one ?" She yelled back with a shivering hands, and tears clouding her eyes already, she bit her lips and doubting her survival that instant. "That's why we'd make you a masochist !, You must scream, cry and make known your pains" he said so pervertiously. Not only was that, she wondered why four men had to surround the bed edges and Ford smirking at her, A cruel and torturous sex it'd be, and with such a man she dreads with every fibre of her being,

But what could I do after having experienced a fetish with that man and being even more in need of something like that? The men in the movie caught my attention because they were all bald or with very short hair, and this reminded me of Pablo for obvious reasons, not to mention the muscles and penises of all sizes. So soon I was removing my pajamas and opening my nightstand to get my vibrator. The pink and cylindrical device emitted a small buzz when I turned it on, and started to vibrate in my hand, before I put it between my legs.

“You know what? I have the perfect cat for you. He’s a new face around here but I can tell he’s desperate for a play. You’ve always been my best gal so why don’t you take him?” She hands me a file with a list of the sub’s interests: objectification, degradation, findom, voyeurism, exhibitionism, feet fetish, temperature play, sadism/masochism, breath play, anal play, feminization, but golden shower is at the top of the list. I smile. “He’s perfect! I guess I’ll need a drink. Plenty of drinks!” I say with a wink. **** The room is lit with red bulbs. I see him immediately, kneeling on the floor with his head down.

She kissed his jaw. "My biggest fantasy," she whispered, "is watching you tied down, unable to touch me. And I climb you like a tree until I'm satisfied. Over and over." He let out a strangled sound, clearly trying not to get hard. Faye grinned. "So, you're going to do it or not?" "You can't be serious." She pulled out her phone, opened P*******t, and showed him an entire folder. "I've been designing it since I moved in."

Standing, her head barely reaching his chin, she pressed her naked frame against him and whispered, "Is it wrong that I want to stare at them?" Wrong? Never. He couldn't admit it aloud, but he'd always enjoyed watching people being intimate, a fetish he discovered in high school when he came across a girl giving a buddy of his a BJ under the bleachers during a school dance. He'd been unable to tear himself away, just like he'd stayed to watch Francine when Alejandro bounced her on his cock. Sometimes the role of audience could titillate almost as much as that of participant. Of course, only one thing could make it better. Sharing it with the woman he wanted, a naked, very horny one who press

Cupping them affectionately, he kisses my toes, and each kiss, ticklish yet symbolic, makes me giggle, happy tears trickling down my cheeks. "You're ruining the moment. It's supposed to be romantic," Dominic snorts. He tugs at my pinkie toe, and my giggles grow louder. "Don't you think it's cringe watching you kiss my toes? Got a toe fetish, Alpha Dominic?" I wiggle my toes, and Dominic snickers, but I don't miss the way his eyes darken; lust and restraint fighting for dominance, or the hard tent building in his pants. I move the heel of my foot over its length slowly, eyes watching him keenly. His lips part, then clamp back, a low hissing sound follows, and he grips my feet.

I giggled, gasped, and moaned. Licking from heel to toes, Vasha moaned in agreement and continued eagerly. Stumbling upon my girlfriend’s foot fetish made me feel better about mine, and I reached over to stroke her silky ankle bone lightly. Her toes curled in response and I moaned loudly, completely lost in my lust. Just like the rest of my little bat, her feet were perfect and if she weren't so ticklish I would've tried sucking on her toes a long time ago. I barely noticed when she switched to the other foot, kissing and sucking on my toes until I tried to rub my own pussy. She gently moved my hand away and smiled cruelly to take back her dominance.

He looked up at me as if asking for permission—not with words, but with eyes that burned with something primal. I looked away and lifted my legs so he could slide them off. He took his time. The fabric skimmed down my thighs, over my knees, and past my ankles. And then, like worship, he kissed the top of my foot. Then he kissed my ankle. Then the inside of my calf. Higher. The curve of my knee. Higher. My inner thigh. Every kiss was torture to my skin. I hated the way it felt. Does he have a foot fetish or what?

With my gaze still lingering on her face, I leaned down and claimed her right toe, sucking gently on it. Nova’s body stiffened gently, and it felt like she had been alerted of my presence, but her body loosened up again, and she settled back into her slumber. A smile curled at the corner of my lips, then I rolled her toe in my mouth, licking and sucking on the soft flesh. Crazy… I know. I have never fancied any fetish, but when I desire anything, I would worship it till my very last breath. Nova’s body shuddered gently, and her lips twitched into a pout that had my cock kicking.

He swallowed a ball of emotions as his fingers beheld the softness of her lean body, his eyes gazing into those teary expressive green eyes. He beheld and touched her in adoration, his fingers halting at her feet where he gently slipped off the shoes, exposing manicured nails covered in chilly red nail polish. That thing called fetish of the feet? Gripped hold of him, and sent his knees to the floors the next second, his eyes adoring the sculptural lines of her face, his fingers caressing the artistic features of her delicate petite feet. Clara's breath halted at the expression in his eyes, her body reacting to the seduction of her feet. But her heart ceased to beat entirely and her toes cur