Finally Gave in and Hired an Escort
I found a girl who seemed like she specialized in foot play and I first contacted her a few months ago. She told me to send her an email explaining my fantasies and limits, whether I had any special requests (stinky feet etc) and, finally, how I had imagined a scene, so that she could tell me the cost. I told her that I was mostly looking for a nice, clean pair of feet to worship, but I was also curious about things like foot slapping and foot gagging, if she was comfortable with a more domme role. Perhaps some spit play, some humiliation and degradation, too.
She told me that a simple foot worship session was 80€ for one hour, but if I wanted the other stuff too, it was 120. I chose the first option, just to feel her out first, and we arranged to meet some time after that. I was so nervous that I hadn't eaten anything all day, so a weight lifted when I finally met her. She was older than me, probably in her late 30's, but she was pretty and had a girl-next-door kind of vibe, very casual and cheery. I gave her the money in advance and off came her shoes. Her feet were very hot, petite and well-manicured, just like in her pics.
We made ourselves comfortable (ie we got almost butt naked), she at the head of the bed and me at the foot, and I started giving her a little footrub, which lasted a while as we made small talk. I finally took the plunge and put her toes in my mouth, but, well... it felt really stupid, no other way to describe it. However, she seemed to be into it, so I tried to close my eyes and enjoy the moment for a couple of minutes. The feeling didn't dissipate. I had worshipped my ex girlfriend's feet countless times in the past and that would always get me hard as a rock, but I just couldn't get into it with her. I took her toes out of my mouth and apologetically told her that I wasn't really feeling it.
She immediately started worrying and asked if her feet were dirty or something, but I reassured her that there was nothing wrong with her, her feet were really beautiful - I just couldn't really get in the mood, the whole thing was feeling kinda weird.
She told me we could stop if I wanted to or we could just hang out and get to know each other better, cause maybe that would make it less weird for me. We had 50' left, so I started massaging her feet again while we talked. She took more a lead this time, asking me some personal questions, trying to get me to loosen up.
She asked me why I chose her, so I told her that she seemed very foot-fetish friendly in her and she had very pretty feet. She then asked me if I had any other foot fetish experience, so I told her a little bit about my ex and what we used to do. She was very interested in that, asking me more questions like if my ex ever really dominated me. We had some fun back and forth, laughing and bitching about our exes, until she asked me why I sought out an escort in the first place.
I didn't have time to answer though, because her phone started ringing. She asked me if it was okay to pick up, telling me it'd just be a second. I told her I didn't mind and just kept on massaging her feet while she talked on the phone. A couple of minutes later she hung up, apologized to me once more then started rapid-fire texting. I once again told her I didn't mind and that she could take her time - we still had like half an hour left and I was actually enjoying giving her a massage.
She asked me if I was sure, I reassured her, she shrugged and then got immediately back to her phone.
I don't know how much time had passed - must have been like 7-8 minutes or so - but I suddenly realized she had stopped texting. I asked her if she was just scrolling on her phone while I worked.
She put her phone down and looked at me, with a hint of a smile on her face. She told me she was actually just re-reading my email, the one detailing my kinks and fantasies.
I didn't say anything, but I felt my heart beating faster. There were some pretty embarrassing fantasies there, now that I was thinking about it. It was easy to put them on paper and send them to someone I had never met, but now that there was an actual person in front of me reading them and feeling *amused* by them, that was an entirely different thing.
She seemed to take my silence as a leave to get back to my email, so she focused on her phone once more. I didn't know what to do, so I kept on massaging her feet, while my heart was anxiously thumping in my chest. Soon enough, I was pitching a tent in my boxers, for the first time that evening.
It didn't go unnoticed by her. She asked me if things stopped "feeling weird" like the did before and if I wanted to give her toes another taste. I didn't need to be asked twice and I eagerly took her toes in my mouth once again.
"Good boy," I heard her laughing in front of me. She started teasing me about how I only got hard after getting ignored by her, and then she opened the TV behind me. She told me that she was going to enjoy herself, since that's what apparently gets me hard and then I heard her flicking through the channels.
I didn't even really know something like getting ignored could turn me on, but the way she was acting really did the trick; I pulled my dick out and started jerking off while I was sucking on her toes.
Almost immediately, her other foot came crashing down on my cheek, with a thunderous slap.
"Oh, shit, oh shit!!" I heard her saying and she shuffled off the head of the bed, rushing over to check on me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it for it to be so hard... I just felt you would enjoy it."
I once again reassured her that I did enjoy it and that was all she needed. She slipped back into a domme persona on the spot. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulled my head back and forced me off the bed, making me kneel in front of her.
She then crossed her legs and smiled threateningly at me from above. "Kiss my toes," she whispered after a small pause and guided my head down towards her pointed foot.
I started kissing all over fervently until I reached her toes and she flexed them, allowing me to kiss each and every one. She was quickly satisfied and then gave me a small kick in the face, urging me to move back. I looked up at her, but her foot quickly obscured my view, because she stood up and pushed her foot right into my face, sending me back. I lost my balance and tumbled backwards, landing with my back on the wall. She laughed at me once more and then gracefully stood up, walking towards me. She placed her foot on my cock, putting some weight on it and then stood there, look down at me.
"You've wasted too much time," she told me matter-of-factly. "We only have 15 minutes left and you've gotten me curious," she added quickly.
"Curious about what," I asked her back, breathing heavily, and bucking my hips, as if trying to urge her to move her foot up and down on my cock.
"About what you wrote in the e-mail," she said with a small smile, mercifully increasing the pressure of her foot on my cock, as I was writhing underneath her, trying to jerk myself off essentially.
"I... I seem to have forgotten what I wrote," I said with a sigh, trying to keep my concentration on the rhythm of my hips and on her beautiful foot, pressing onto me.
"I can remind you, if you want," she then added, with a menacing glint in her eye.
I could do nothing but nod eagerly. Her foot immediately left my cock and she knelt next to me, bringing her face level with mine and looking at me dead in the eye. She reached out with her hand and started jerking me off slowly. I was breathless.
"Give me a tap on the leg if it gets too much, okay?" she whispered, while still stroking me.
I nodded and she continued.
"I will treat you like a little bitch, okay?" she said, only this time I could hear an excited tremble in her voice. She stopped stroking me until I gave her an answer. A breathless nod from be was once again enough.
"No holds barred," she continued and the jerking grew faster. "Understand?"
"... I understand," I said hoarsely and her eyes narrowed in an almost predatory way.
"Good bitch!" she said immediately. "Try not to make a mess and don't you dare touch your fucking dick until I tell you," she said, releasing my cock as she said the words. "Now, open your mouth," she commanded.
I did as I was told and she immediately spat in it, before rising on her feet. I stood there horrified, not realizing what the fuck had just happened, but there was no time for me to stay stupefied. She she grabbed my hair and brought be in front of an armchair, placing me on my knees in front of it.
She sat in the armchair, which was more or less the perfect height for what she was intending to do. Foot slaps started raining on my face one after the other *TWACK*, *TWACK*, *TWACK!* They weren't very hard, but my head soon started feeling like a bell being rung and I felt myself getting a bit dizzy.
"Open your mouth, footbitch," she commanded once more and another one of her spits found its way in my mouth. I recoiled in horror, but another slap found its target, a much harder one compared to the previous ones. I lost my balance again and fell backwards towards the bed, landing next to a pile of clothes on the ground.
She stood up once more and knelt beside me. "Was it too hard?" she whispered softly, stroking my cheek with her hand. "Do you want me to stop?"
"I... I don't know....," I started saying hesitantly. "... I liked it," I finally added before she had a chance to say anything.
"Wow!" she said almost immediately, shoving my head back as if in disgust. "You're kind of pathetic, you know that, right?" she spat at me again, only this time it landed on my forehead, eliciting a hearty laugh from her.
I felt her rummaging on the clothes next to me and I momentarily thought she might be looking for a shirt or something, to wipe her spit off of my face, but then I heard a *whoosh* sound. I didn't understand what it was, until I saw her holding my belt, which she must have just removed from my pants in one quick motion.
"Back in front of the chair, loser, c'mon," she said, and her purpose with the belt became readily apparent as soon as I knelt in front of her once again. She sat in the armchair, placed her right foot on my chest, the left on my forehead, looped the belt behind my head, grabbed an end in each hand and pulled. My head was essentially set in place between her foot and the belt, fully in her control.
"Having fun?" she asked teasingly, taking her right foot off of my chest and slapping me playfully on the cheek.
I didn't know what to say, all I know was that I was hard as a rock and blushing like a tomato. I was thankfully for her foot on my forehead in more ways than one, but mainly because it meant I couldn't meet her eyes.
She didn't seem like she was expecting an answer anyway, cause she immediately started talking again. "Hmmm, let's see... we have.... ah, 9 minutes left!" she proclaimed, accentuating her words with a few more soft slaps. "Open your mouth, you fucking loser!" she hissed at me.
I did as I was told and her right foot, the one that was just slapping me, jolted its way into my mouth, trying to touch the back of my throat. I gagged immediately, and tried to wrestle myself free, but she quickly removed her foot. He laughs echoed around the room, as I panted there, drooling and breathless.
"Fabulous! Again!" she laughed and her foot shot forward once more. I felt her big toe inching into my mouth and pressing down on my tongue, which elicited another automatic gag. Only this time, her foot stayed in place for a little while longer, causing me to writhe harder. She removed both of her feet from my face and placed them on my shoulders, leaned back and started observing my face as if admiring her work.
I couldn't meet her eyes, so I fixated my gaze down onto my still hard cock.
"Aaaaw, are you embarrassed?" she mocked me, but then released the belt and got off her armchair, kneeling in front of me and bringing our faces level again. She reached down and started stroking me. "I should be charging you more for this, the bitch treatment is extra... you should be thankful, not embarrassed."
She kept stroking me for a few moments, until she hocked another loogie in face. I recoiled instinctively, but at this point, everything was turning me on. "You want to cum, don't you?" she finally whispered and I nodded yes, letting out a small sight.
"Look, I like you. You didn't complain when things weren't working out and you gave me a nice footrub when you didn't have to.... you're a proper gentleman," she said suppressing a laugh.
"At the same time..." she hocked another loogie in my face. "Eeeew, it's drooling down your nose, hahahahaha... anyway, at the same time, I think you're a real fucking loser and I kinda feel like treating you like trash? If that makes sense?"
"So, I think I'll let you cum, but only under two conditions, you follow?" she asked, still jerking my cock, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm.
"One, you will book the 'bitch treatment' again next week..." she said, letting her words trail off until I nodded my consent, which I did.
"And two, you will only cum while gagging on my foot... deal?"
I nodded furiously once more and she didn't need any other confirmation. She sat back down on the chair, brought the belt behind my head, stuff her right foot in my mouth and started savagely pistoning it in and out.
"Try not to puke, footbitch!" she laughed cruelly as I was gagging and sputtering all around her foot. I tried to bring my hand down to jerk myself off, but I was spasming so hard that it was impossible. She didn't care and kept fucking her foot into my mouth, until I tapped her frantically on the thigh. She took her foot out immediately and gave me a few more moments to breathe.
"Are you done, you little slut? Or do you just need a break?" she asked without a hint of worry in her voice?
".... I.... just.... need.... a break," I managed to say, drawing in deep breaths, still avoiding her eyes.
"Fine with me, loser, but you only have like 5 minutes left, so you better get to gagging if you want to get to cumming," she said with a distinct tone of amusement.
I finally looked up at her for the first time, since her relentless facial abuse started... I looked up at her pleadingly, trying to beg for more time, without actually saying the word.
"C'mon, loser, chop chop!" she said, flexing her spit covered toes right in front of my eyes. "5 minutes is plenty of time for your tonsils to meet my toes, c'mon," she said and gave me another hard slap with her wet foot.
I steeled myself, took a deep breath and opened my mouth once more. She wasted no time, her big toe felt determined to reach as far back as it could. A few more pumps elicited more caughs and gags, and spit flowed freely all around, falling on my body and cock. Finally, a loud retch escaped my throat and I pulled myself away again immediately.
"I think I'm gonna throw up," I said quickly, trying to suck in as much air as possible, while looking at her toes inches away from my face, strings of thick, phlegmy spit hanging off of them. The look was oddly mesmerizing, but her voice brought me back to reality.
"Wanna do this over the toilet bowl, then?" she asked, suppressing yet another laugh.
I nodded affirmatively and she stopped suppressing it. "Wait, really? HAHAHAHAHAHA, you're such a colossal fucking loser. Oh, well, off to the bog then, if you want to cum so much that you'll PUKE for it!" she practically yelled for emphasis, wiping her feet on my hair and face.
She stood up in front of me, let another glob of spit fall down on my forehead from above, told me my face was a disgusting mess and then made her way to the bathroom, still carrying the belt with her.
I got up and followed slowly after her, by boner pointing the way embarrassingly. I found her sitting crosslegged on the tank of the toilet, point for me to kneel in front of the bowl.
"Good Lord, you're so disgusting," she told me as I knelt, but then she presented her foot to me. I knew the drill by now, so I expected her foot to jam itself inside my mouth. That didn't help; I was gagging and drooling all over the place in no time once more.
"Don't forget to jerk off, you stupid loser," she teased me from above. "This is why you're enduring all of this!" she said menacingly, shoving her foot harder into my mouth. That did the trick and I felt her toes sliding into a part of my mouth the hadn't been before.
I convulsed harder than ever and a torrent of fluid came up. It exploded all around her foot and through my nose, spraying a white thick mucus all around the toilet. "Gross," she said with a grimace, as she removed her foot from my mouth. Thick globs were falling off of it into the toilet bowl below. "Oh, well... again, bitch!" she said aggressively, shoving her foot on my face.
I recoiled back in disgust, the realization of what I had just done starting to set in. My erection had evaporated and I knew the whole thing was a mistake... "I can't take this anymore," I told her, looking away from her.
"... are you sure?" she asked me, after a momentary hesitation. I nodded yes, falling back away from her in resignation.
"Aaaw, now I feel bad for you..." she said, showing some genuine remorse. I raised my eyebrows at her, and she told me she was hoping I could cum cause it would be hilarious.
"Go fuck yourself," I told her coldly.
"Tsk tsk tsk... and just as I was about to let you cheat so you could cum..." she said with feigned innocence.
"Go. Fuck. Yourself." I repeated, too tired and defeated to put any real anger in my voice. I just hoped the actual words would be enough.
She smiled and got off the tank of the toilet, her puke-covered foot landing on the floor with a wet noise. She once again knealt in front of me, grabbed a towel and started cleaning my face. I let her, having no strength left in me to do anything else.
"Oof, I really made mess out of you, didn't I?" she said almost apologetically, wiping away all of her spit and mine from my face. "But... well... you kinda asked for it, didn't you?" she asked, letting her other hand find its way towards my cock.
"Doesn't matter now, I guess," she said, as she started once again stroking it, gently this time, coaxing it back to hardness. She kept at it for a few minutes and I was back again at attention.
"Your time is up, but I still want to make you cum..." she whispered at me. "Do you want to cum?"
I nodded silently, keeping my eyes shut, hoping for a final release.
"Good boy... then tell me you asked for this!" she whispered again, only this time it was almost triumphantly.
"I asked for this," I muttered.
"Good boy... what did you ask for exactly?"
"I..."
"C'mon, tell *exactly* what it is you asked for," she emphasized, while still stroking my cock.
"I don't know..." I whispered confused, feeling closer and closer to cumming.
"What was our deal?" she asked imperiously.
"... please don't make me say it..." I begged her.
"Not only will you say it, you will actually honor it," she spat at my face again. "*Say it,* you fucking loser!" she hissed.
"..." I was powerless to do anything, too lust-filled, too embarrassed, too defeated.
"Say it or I'm walking out right fucking now," she said, jerking me off even faster.
"I will get to cum... if... if I also... gag on your feet."
"Good loser! Now, do you want to cum or not?"
"I do!" I pleaded.
"Then you will do as I say..." she said and stood up once more, assuming her previous position on top of the tank of the toilet. "Come put your back on the toilet bowl, lean your head back over it and start jerking off."
I hurried and assumed the position she wanted me to, and then started furiously jacking off. She brought her clean foot to my lips and told me to lick her sole. I did for a few seconds, while my hand was pumping up and down on my cock.
"When you're close, I need you to tell me, understand?" she said casually.
I nodded underneath her foot, letting my tongue dutifully clean it. She commanded me to open my mouth a couple of times and spat in it; before long, I felt my orgasm reaching the point of no return.
"I'm cumming," I whispered, practically exhausted. I knew what was about to happen, so I opened my mouth for her.
She immediately shifted her body and angled her foot towards my mouth, her toes pointing straight down my throat. The angle was much easier this time, since the curve of her foot followed the natural bend of my throat. She leaned with her full weight on it, essentially trapping my neck onto the rim of the toilet bowl, and her toes slid in deeper than ever before.
The gagging soon followed. Horrible, loud retches filled the room, spit started flying around everywhere.
"CUM YOU FUCKING LOSER!" I heard her screaming on top of me, her weight almost fully on the toes crushing my throat.
As if on command, my orgasm finally came, but I couldn't pay any attention to it. The violent retching was the most immediate concern, but it soon stopped, because she lost her balance and her foot left my mouth. I started gulping in air greedily, thankful that I didn't actually puke this time.
"Keep jerking off, you're not done yet, you fucking BITCH!" she hissed at me, trying to shove her foot in my mouth again. I thought about biting down hard, but a fleeting thought past through my head and I opened wider than ever.
I deserve this
Her toes slid in my throat as the last rope of cum shot out of my cock. I didn't complain.
I gagged and retched and struggled against the toilet bowl, but I let her rape my throat again.
"You're such a fucking loser," I heard her saying, putting more weight on her foot.
And then it happened. Another torrent of thick mucus and spit came up through my esophagus and launched in the air. Gravity did its thing and everything landed right on my face again, which was still trying to accommodate her foot. She kept it lodged in for a few more moments, but then she relented and finally removed it, as a loud, horrible sound escaped my throat. I started coughing like my life depended on it.
"See ya next week, footbitch!" I heard a voice from above, accompanied by another thick glob of spit landing on the side of my face. She wiped her feet on my back, and promptly left the bathroom.
She suggested adding elements of foot slapping and foot gagging to the session, if she was comfortable with a more domme role. I could imagine the sound of her foot striking my skin, the gag in my mouth muffling my cries of pleasure or pain.
Her domineering actions in the session brought feelings of humiliation and degradation, which I found exhilarating. I could feel the spit on my face, the taste of it lingering, a reminder of her dominance.
I realized that the thought of puke was a new addition to my fantasies, a twist of degradation that I found strangely appealing. I imagined her pushing me to the point of vomiting, a test of my submission.
Finally, we discussed the possibility of a repeat session with an emphasis on the 'bitch treatment', a chance to deeply explore these newfound desires. I felt a thrill of anticipation, knowing that I would be her foot-worshipping, humiliated slave once more.