Morning!
1st off, I'm a male. I'm off sick and am bored and was surfin' and came across your fine site. I have a 'the other side of the fence' story, if you ladies want.
I'm married, and have been so for almost 30 years. Early on in my life I realized I had an almost uncontrollable fetish for womens feet. I think it started when I was about 12 and the neighbor girl and I used to hang out a lot somehow always ended up standing on me in diffrent games. I'm not being evasive, I really do not remember why or how these things happened. King of the hill, me on my knees while she used my back like a skateboard... that kind of thing.
Now, fast forward a couple of years and I'm in high school dating a girl who used to ask me to massage her feet. I remember the smell and feel of her socks and feet. That in itself shows the power of this fetish. Can any of you over 40 remember a smell from a high school heart throb? Probably not. But at this time I still did not identify that I had a sexualattraction to this often ignored part of our anatomy.
Fast forward again now about 10 years. Thisis where I think the domination thing took a solid hold on me. I'm married now and working as a tradesman with a large group of people and among them is a lady electrician. I'm in the shop and Beth comes in, takes off her boots and socks to change into her flip-flops to go home and the smell instantly made me hard. It was just like that. no control over it, no working myself up, just ka-bang! She left and that was that.
A few months later during lunch (with about 20 other people) she tells me shes got a busy weekend ahead of her planned. So, not really caring, I asked her what her plans are. Thats when she comes clean and says she moonlights as a Dominatrix evenings and weekends. It got a few comments from the people there but mostly it wasnt really a big deal to any of us. One of the guys there sold weed on the side (I dont use) another fixed cars and sold them. At the time I did odd carpentry jobs. She was just another person trying to make a buck.
Half joking, she looked around the table and stated she wanted to go to Cuba and was booking sessions. The usual laughing and joking took place and we immediatly picked one guy out who was the most likely to like getting the crap kicked out of him by Beth and picked on him. I remember we also joked about how one of the guys there who had been trying to bed Beth had better wear a flak jacket.
A week later her and I are working alone at night. I'm building a stage and she's wiring it. I asked her what guys get done during these session, (lots...) if she 'put out', (no) and what she charged. (150/hr)
Then, for reasons I still dont fully understand, I booked a session with her, and yes, I was married.
A little insight now into my private life. I love my wife. I'm crazy about her.