Thomas 1

I've had an interest in women's feet since a young age. This dated back to way before I ever knew what a foot fetish was. The sight of an older woman's feet always mesmerized me. Especially if they were clad in nylon.

The nicest feet I ever saw belonged to my moms friend Barbra. She would come over sometimes after work and remove her shoes, showing off her feet which were usually covered with tan or dark nylons.

I developed a thing for nylons at a young age as well and couldn't help but be curious about them. My mom didn't like throwing clothes away and had a small drawer that was just for stockings that had runs or tears in them. Those were the ones she never wore. When I got a little older I started trying them on when no one was around.

When I was 12 my parents had to go out of town so they asked Barbra to watch me for a few days. One day she had to run out and decided I was fine by myself watching television for a little while. I took that as the perfect chance to snoop around. I found some of her stockings and pantyhose in one of her drawers and decided to try them on.

She walks in on me as I'm putting on a pair of white pantyhose. She came back because she forgot her cellphone. She demanded I take them off and put my regular pants back on. She took me with her after all and she never said anything about it to me again. She never told my parents either.

Every year she would send me a card of gift for my birthday. But my 18th birthday passed without so much as a phone call. A week later my parents were out of town again (family emergency). They let me stay home alone this time.

The first day was a bore. Ordered pizza, had friends over for a little while, watched TV. The doorbell rang the next day and I looked out the window and was surprised to see Barbra. I opened the door for her. She had a big duffel bag with her. She told me she was here to give me my present.

She took out a razor, shaving cream, and lotion from her bag. She told me to shave my arms and legs. I asked why. She said if I was going to be a girl I had to look the part. I knew right away where this was heading and didn't argue. I shaved, applied some lotion to my arms and legs. Then she gave me my wardrobe for the evening: a trainer bra, white cotton panties, a red sleeveless dress and white pantyhose.

"Before you put the pantyhose on I want to paint your toes" she said.

I put the stuff on minus the pantyhose and she painted my nails with a bottle of red nail polish. Once it was dry she made me put the pantyhose on and go into my room. She brought her bag and made me lay down on my bed. My bed didn't have a headboard. Instead it had a metal frame with all these bars that ran straight up. She instructed me to put my hands above my head, which I did without hesitation.

She took a pair of handcuffs from her bag of tricks and cuffed my hands in between one of the bars so I wouldn't be able to move my hands. Then my ankles and knees were bound with some cotton rope. She took out a roll of duct tape and a zip lock bag. The zip lock was filled with nylon stockings, which she told me were all recently worn.

She took one stocking out of the bag, balled it up, and told me to open wide. I did and she crammed the stocking halfway down my throat. I mumbled and moaned to test it out as she balled up another stocking from the bag. I opened wide again and she shoved a tan nylon in my mouth. She balled two more up and stuffed them in as well. I thought that was more than enough but she insisted on more.

She kicked her shoes off and removed the black nylons that went up to her knees. She rolled them up into one big nylon ball and stuffed it in, poking the stockings down with her finger so they would all fit in. The stockings that were fresh from her feet were soaked in foot sweat and tasted like she was wearing them for days.

A strip of tape was torn from the roll and placed over my mouth. Then a second and third strip was applied. The gag was something that was hard to get adjusted to. Once I got used to the taste of nylon and sweat it wasn't that bad.

She laid on the bed beside me but she laid the opposite way so that her now bare feet were right in my face. Her toenails were painted purple and her feet smelled as bad as the nylons tasted in my mouth. She poked me with her feet and pressed her toes up to my nose, forcing me to smell. This went on for a while until she got tired of it.

She kept me cuffed, tied, and dressed up the whole time my parents were away. She did set me free a few times to use the bathroom. The gag was also removed so I could eat, but any time I did eat it had to be from her feet.





Barbra had me all dressed up in a red dress, white pantyhose, and my nails had been painted red. I could see my painted toe nails through the reinforced toe of the hose and I kind of liked the way it looked.

I was cuffed to my bed and my ankles and knees were bound with rope. I was gagged with about six of Barbra's worn nylon stockings and duct tape. The gag was remarkably effective when it came to keeping me silenced. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. All I could do was make weak grunts and mumbles past all those nylons and sticky tape.

The stockings, which were all previously worn, had distinct flavors. They tasted like salt and vinegar from Barbra's sweaty feet. It was definitely a very sour and bitter taste. But I put up with it because I didn't have a choice. Well, I guess I did have a choice, but I had already made it and it was too late to back out now.

The first night she spent forcing me to inhale her smelly bare feet. Because of the gag, I couldn't breathe through my mouth. I could only breathe through my nose, so when I did I would get a big whiff of her feet. She rubbed her feet all over my face, poked me with her toes and cupped them over my nose. I was starting to enjoy it a bit.

When she got tired of that, she decided to work on tickling me. She started with my feet. Her nails were short, but that doesn't mean the tickling felt any better. The nylon pantyhose seemed to make my feet extra sensitive. I made soft moans and mmmphs through my gag while she stroked her fingers up and down my hose covered feet. She taunted me by saying "tickle, tickle, tickle" over and over or "poor little baby, does that tickle you?" She made her way up and tickled my ribs, neck, and under my arms.

She untied my legs later on and got the keys for the cuffs to let me go. I used the bathroom and she asked if I was hungry. I said yes and she told me to go to my room and lay down on the floor. I did as she told me and she came back with some leftover pizza she had heated up.

She held one slice between her toes and lowered it down into my mouth. I nibbled down on the pizza until I reached her toes. Then she held another slice in the same fashion and feed it to me in the same manner. When I was done, she ordered me to clean off her feet. I licked and sucked all the grease away from her toes and cleaned in between them with my tongue. She seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.
She gave me some water to drink, not too much, because she told me I wasn't going to be able to go to the bathroom again tonight.

I was cuffed and tied to the bed again. She balled up each stocking individually and stuffed them into my mouth until it was more than full and then she put some tape over my mouth. She turned the lights out and told me to get some sleep.

She slept on my bed with me that night. She didn't do anything to me or take advantage of me, even though I wouldn't have minded if she did. She slept in the head to toe position so her feet were right up in my face again. I had to spend the whole night like that. Needless to say I didn't get much sleep. The taste of the stale nylons and the smell of Barbra's feet was enough to keep me awake.
She woke up early and told me we weren't done yet. She said my parents wouldn't be home for another two days and she had much more in store for me.

She freed me again for breakfast. She made waffles and I had to eat them from her toes again like I did the pizza. She dipped them in syrup so when I was done I had to lick and suck all the syrup from her feet and toes.

After a drink and a visit to the bathroom, she gagged me with a mouthful of nylons and duct tape and told me to take my pantyhose off and lay down on my bed again. But she made me lay on my stomach instead of my back. She cuffed my hands to the bars of the bed again and tied my ankles together but not my knees. She left the room and came back with a pen.

"Here's the deal" she said. "I'm the artist and your feet are my canvas. Remain as still as possible because if I mess up I'll just clean your feet off and start all over again."



Barbra used the pen to draw all over my feet. On my left foot, she drew hearts, flowers, and a small maze in the shape of a spiral. On my right foot, she didn't really draw anything. She just scribbled all over and dragged the pen up and down my sole to tickle me. Then she drew little smiley faces on every single one of my toes. I begged her to take it easy on me, but because of my gag it just came out as slight mmphs and mumbles.

When she was done I was set free and got to use the bathroom again. She didn't let me take my gag off. She gave me a new pair of pantyhose to put on. Suntan pantyhose that didn't have the reinforced toe that the white ones had. I put them on and laid on my back again so she could cuff me and tie my ankles and knees.

She sat on the side of the bed and I watched as she put a clean pair of tan nylons on her feet. She told me she had some shopping to do and she was going to get those nylons all nice and smelly for me so she could change my gag when she gets back.

I didn't struggle while she was gone. I spent a lot of time staring at my red toe nails through the tan nylons. I was really starting to like the way it looked. Then I noticed she had been gone for a long time and I started wondering about the condition of the nylons she was wearing. They were probably drenched in sweat by now. That was probably the only thing I didn't enjoy much about the experience. It seemed like each pair of nylons she used to gag me were dirtier and smellier than the last.

She returned hours later and ordered another pizza for dinner. Before it got there, she sat on the bed again, took off her shoes, and removed her stockings. She rubbed them over my face and held them under my nose so I would know what I was in store for. The stockings were all damp and moist from her sweaty feet and they smelled worse than the other pair she had been wearing.

Then she picked up her black leather shoes and held the inside up to my nose and told me to take a whiff. She forced me to inhale the inside of her shoes until the pizza arrived. I was untied and my gag was removed.

I had to get down on the floor and endure the humaliation of eating slices of pizza from her toes again. When I was done I had to do clean up again. I sucked the grease off her toes and licked away at the soles of her feet to get all the grease that had dripped down there.

I got a drink and got to use the bathroom before being cuffed and bound again. She removed four worn stockings from the zip lock bag and balled them up. The first one was shoved into my mouth and I got another taste of stale nylon. A second one followed that, which was followed by the third and fourth. Then she got the tan nylons she had worn today and balled them up. She stuffed them in at the same time and sealed my lips with duct tape.

I should probably explain some more detials about Barbra since I don't believe I have. At the time this happened, Barbra was in her forties. But she was in excellent shape. She went to the gym frequently and rode a bike more than she drove a car. Her body was tone, her legs smooth and almost perfect. Her breasts were full and appeared to be very firm, I'd say at least a C cup. Don't have her actual measurements. She's a natural brunette but at this time her hair was dyed blonde.

After Barbra fed me some pizza, I was cuffed and tied again on my bed. Then I was gagged with a mouthful of nylon stockings and duct tape. Since it was getting late, she only tortured me for a little while longer. She tickled my stockinged feet and then worked on my upper body. She spent the rest of the time forcing me to smell the inside of her black leather shoes.

She slept in bed with me again, her bare feet pressed up to my face so I had to endure the smell all night. She let me go again in the morning to use the bathroom. Then breakfast was served. She made toast and I had to eat the slices from her toes again.

My hands were cuffed to the bed after that and my ankles and knees bound with rope. Then she pulled out that seemingly endless bag of worn nylons. She must have been saving them and planning this for a while. She took six out. She rolled one up and stuffed it in. The taste of nylon filled my mouth. I groaned as she stuffed a second and third one in. I shook my hand around and mumbled with that mouthful of nylon, trying to beg her not to put anymore in. She ignored me and stuffed the last three in there and taped my mouth shut.

She sat on the bed and put a fresh pair of brown nylons on her feet. Instead of the leather shoes, she put on a pair of sneakers she also brought with her. She told me the combination of nylon and sneakers always get her feet really smelly. She told me she had more errands to do and that she would be gone for most of the day.

Before she left, she took one of the black leather shoes and pressed the inside up against my face. She used duct tape to wrap around my head and the shoe so it would be held in place. Then she left. I spent hours forced to inhale the inside of her shoe. The smell of leather, nylon, and foot sweat was overwhelming.

When she returned, I started mumbling and struggling like crazy. She answered my cries and removed the shoe from my face. Then the tape was peeled from my lips and I got to spit out the nylons and breathe a sigh of relief.

She freed me again and took off her sneakers. She took a seat and told me to get down on my knees. She told me she was going to give me a list of commands and that when she said something I would have to answer her by saying yes master. She raised her brown nylon covered feet into my face.

"Smell my feet" she said.
"Yes master" I said, rubbing my nose up and down her soles and arches. She was right. The sneakers really did make her feet sweat and smell more.
"Kiss them now" she said.
"Yes master" I said, kissing her feet and nibbling away at her toes.
"Now lick all the sweat from my nylons" she said.
"Yes master" I sighed as I licked her nylons until her sweat was replaced with my saliva.

Dinner was served eventually. I got pizza again and had to eat it from between her toes again. Then it was my job to lick and clean all the grease and sauce off her feet and toes.

I got to use the bathroom again before I was bound and cuffed one final time. She removed four nylons from the bag and rolled them into a big nylon ball. She crammed it into my mouth with force and told me to make room for the brown nylons she was wearing all day. The last two nylons found their way into my mouth and my lips were shut with the duct tape.

She took it easy on me for the rest of the night, ocassionally tickling me or making me smell her bare feet that she hadn't washed in days. In the morning she set me free again and I took off the red dress, pantyhose, panties, and trainer bra. She used nail polish remover to clean my nails off and then she started to pack up the ropes, cuffs, and all the nylons she had used to gag me.

She asked if I enjoyed our experience and I admitted that I kind of did. She told me she would be back the next time my parents had to skip town.