Chapter #7Something else by: NVR  He couldn't do it.
James couldn't take it anymore or so he claimed, but he didn't have the guts to do it even online, even with a fake account where he made sure his tracks were covered. It made him feel scared, disgusted at himself and disappointe, not only with his own cowardice to pursue something he fantasized so much about, but because it just felt wrong at some level. These were his classmates, not content sellers that readily advertised their services but just normal college girls that shouldn't have to endure this kind of stuff, not even if he was actually willing to pay them for it.
James tried to rationalize and overcome whatever was stopping him from trying this, but wasn't successful. Giving those foot college stories another look (and noticing some branches completely ditched the college concept to just focus on foot fetish scenarios involving dominant women) he believed he had an answer, it just wasn't safe for him.
He felt trapped because he wanted the real thing, something that went beyond simple online conversation or selling pictures and videos, but at the same time he felt if he exposed himself his life would be over. On his mind, this could mean he would get targeted as some freak at best and facing some lawsuit while expelled from college at worst, so as much as he wanted to, it just wasn't worth it.
Unfortunately, realizing it wasn't worth it didn't mean James could overcome the desire to do it either. He was hooked, and there was no shortage of impulses that reminded him of unfulfilled desires, either online where he found how what he wanted wasn't really that uncommon apparently, or in real life where simple acts like a woman casually playing around dangling her flip flop started to become reinterpreted from a curiosity to a teasing action, and having an effect on him it didn't have before.
Eventually he caved in to the safest thing he could find, and contacted one of those online women that claimed to be foot dominatrixes on social networks, paying $25 for a bit of interaction and some pictures after getting captivated enough by her attractive body and pictures of her feet of course, but also by her public posts where she bragged about the earnings recently made and enticed people like James to give in to their submissive desires.
Once again, unfortunately the experience just left James wanting more. He definitely found better to talk with a real person than using his imagination to place himself in a story, but he found the nature of it a bit too transactional. The model politely engaged after receiving the payment, but just as politely said goodbye and stopped any interaction once she delivered what she promised and got some positive feedback about it.
James understood why things worked like that, why the foot dominatrix treated him as a customer and nothing else, but it just wasn't what he was looking for. He felt the whole thing lacked initiative, even if she called him a "good loser that knows his place" on an audio which was pretty hot, the fact that contact just ended so abruptly left James with the idea the model was only in this for the money, and that kind of ruined it.
He knew he needed more, but he didn't know how to make it happen. He would need to either grow a pair and take the risk or settle himself with these kind of transactions. Or maybe he should ask for help, confide into someone that might help him understand what to do, how to get that safe environment he wanted to explore his desires.
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