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A make-your-own foot fetish adventure!
This choice: Your own feet  •  Go Back...
Chapter #3

Your Own Feet

    by: StuckFeet Author IconMail Icon
Your foot fetish happened to go both ways, and while you occasionally had fun with other people's feet, you never seemed to get much attention towards your own. Tonight was the night that you were hoping to change that, or at least you hoped so as you wore your favorite pair of flip flops to the bar. You managed to get a few dates when you were here, and almost all of them were open to your foot fetish. That being said, you weren't getting much attention as you sat and dangled your sandals, going through a few drinks before you lost the dexterity to keep your left one on your foot.

However, as you went to put it back on, a man came a grabbed your shoe, sliding it back on your foot. "You should be careful Cinderella, this isn't really the best place to be walking around barefoot."

"S-sorry, I--" you stammered out, surprised not only by the man's attitude, but by his looks as well.

"Hey, there's nothing to be sorry about. How about I order you another drink?"

"U-um, I guess...?" you sheepishly reply.

The man then looks over to the bartender. "Two martinis, on me," he says before looking back over at you.

Moments later, you're sipping what you know is going to have to be your last drink for the night when you suddenly realize something about the man. As someone with a foot fetish, there was no denying that he was taking glances at your feet. It couldn't have been more obvious at this point, seeing as his eyes always seemed to land there whenever you looked away for a moment while the two of you ended up chatting over your drinks. That being said, you weren't able to formulate any ideas as he began to speak.

"You know, you aren't looking too good. I don't want someone like you getting hurt on your way home, so how about I take you back to my place?"
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