Total Surprise 4 min read

The author writes about an unexpected experience with a female acquaintance at a random foot party

written by LookingUp
original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

I’m going through a bit of a tough time with my wife right now and we’ve been separated for about a month.

I started going to this sports bar in town to watch the world series and have befriended a couple of waitresses and bartenders. This one bartender Tracey (not her real name) caught my eye. A Sandra Bullock (sp) look alike and a way about her that was so natural kept me seeking her out when I came in. She was quick to learn my name and greeted me with a glad to see ya smile as she sang a “hi ya doing Bri?” as I find a place to sit. On slow nights we would talk about what we liked to do, food, wine (we both love it) and we got to know a little about our private lives.

She was going back to school and said she had to go to New York once a month for a class. Now I love NY and we found another interest we both shared. Exchanging fun things to do and places to eat and explore, we chatted away the night in between customers.

As many of you know by my posts and personal pictures I have been into trampling for quite some time. My Pictures were published as far back as 1982 in Corporal, Heels and Toes, Dominant Mystique and others.

Well, I’ve been going to NY for foot parties and meetings with Doms like VQ for years.

I found this club that has foot parties every Wednesday night and set off to go to one a couple of weeks ago.

I walk into the party and it always takes me a bit to work into it. I go up to the bar and get a drink and as I pay for it I flip a buck at the bartender as I turn to walk away I run into the person behind me.

I’m standing there face to face with Tracey from the sports bar. Both our eyes got huge and my mouth went dry as a bone. She composed herself quickly and as I opened my mouth to say, I don’t know what, she brings her index finger to my lips and stops my fumbling before it happens.

She stares right into the middle of my head and I look at her up and down. She’s dressed in a black vinyl type spandex dress with white stitching that ends just about past her butt cheeks and on her feet are a pair of black pumps with three-inch heels that are about the size of a dime at the tip. My mouth is really dry now.

She takes my hand and leads me to a corner of the room by this big plush chair. She turns to face me and puts her hands on my shoulders and applies a little pressure and I sink to my knees as she sits at the same time. Still staring into her eyes her bare foot comes up to my mouth and forces its way in up to the ball of her foot.

Right now my head is spinning and I’m on autopilot as I grab her foot and give it all I got. She leans back and closes her eyes and moans lightly as she pumps her feet in my mouth.

This goes on for about twenty minutes and she pops her foot out of my mouth and wipes it on my shirt before putting her pumps back on. Driven by lust I lay down on my back and place her feet on my chest. She looks down at me for a moment as if trying to read my mind and stands up onto my chest with our eyes never coming apart. Now it’s my turn to moan and she walks up and down my body digging her heels in just right.

She was just about to get off when I grabbed her foot and placed it on my face. still looking into my one eye she left it there for a minute and stepped up onto my face. I was in pure bliss.

Standing for a while she stepped off and walked toward the ladies room.

I brought my hands up to my face and could feel her heel marks on my chin and under my eye on my cheek.

I never saw her again that night. I don’t know how she got out of there without me seeing her and I realized that we spent that whole time and never said a word. Not one.

I drove home that night and my head was spinning. WHAT’S MY NEXT STEP???

Well, get this. I went to the bar almost every night for a week and she wasn’t working. Then three days ago I walk in and there she is. I start to shake my mouth went dry and my hands are sweaty. As I get to the bar I’m greeted with a glad to see ya smile as she sings “How ya doing Bri? ”

“F…F…Fine thanks”

“Great …usual?”

“Ahh yeah sure.”

She picked right up where she left off at the bar and never said a word about NY.

Now I’m pinching my self wondering if I slipped into some kind of fantasy coma or what.

I don’t know what to do.

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