My wife and I have been married for six years now. It took Ruth a couple of years to detect the fact that her husband came with a strong dose of foot fetishism. In the meantime, she developed a whole repertoire of techniques and games which suit my taste and also give her satisfaction. Without starting out as a particularly fetishistic woman, Ruth now seems to thoroughly enjoy our setup. She loves to see me crawling at her feet, completely at her mercy. I would like to share some of our favorite scenarios:

I am not allowed to have an orgasm on a Saturday when she wants explosive sex that night. During this period Ruth teases me mercilessly. I must help her into her sexiest outfits, which she changes every few hours. It is my duty to give her oil massages and paint her toenails. She commands me to kneel at her feet and shine her sexy high-heeled shoes and boots (she has a collection of over a hundred pairs) while she sits in an armchair, dressed only in her garter belt, sipping champagne and talking to her friends on the phone.

I am ordered to eat her sweet pussy several times a day. If I have managed to control myself, I am spread-eagled on the bed and Ruth will stroke my penis with the toe of her high heel, asking me if I’m man enough to fuck her.

Even during intercourse, I am not allowed to come for fifteen minutes. Ruth will naturally try to shorten my resistance period as much as possible. As she is in control of the rhythm, the penetration and the tightness, she can always make me come within five minutes, and I’m in for another of her imaginative punishments.

At nighttime I am sometimes tied across the foot of our bed. Ruth will pull a pair of her panties across my face so I can smell her wonderful pussy aroma. She will dig her feet into my erection and go to sleep that way.

My all-time favorite is the following: Ruth is naked except for a pair of very high-heeled shoes or boots. I lie on my back and bring both arms up next to my head. Ruth now places her shoes over my wrists so that these are pinned between the soles and the heels. I am helpless under her feet while I look up at her beautiful pink pussy. She will tease me with her sexy talk and smack a riding crop across my thighs or across my cock and balls. Then, still standing on my wrists, she will sit on my face and make me eat her.

Most foot fetishists, I’m sure, would consider me a very fortunate man, for I have found a woman who not only accepts my fascination with female feet but who imaginatively and enthusiastically helps me derive satisfaction from it. As Ruth sometimes reminds me, a lot of “feet men” would like to be in my shoes. Or hers.