Foot Fetish 101: Understanding The Reasons Behind Foot Fetishism
What do you know about foot fetishism? Maybe you’ve heard rumours of people who fetishize feet, or perhaps you have a foot fetish yourself. Or the concept of having a fetish for feet might be something new to you entirely! In today’s BDSM guide, foot fetish 101, I’d like to explore both what this fetish is all about and gain some understanding into the reasons behind foot fetishism.
What Does It Mean To Have A Foot Fetish?
What is a foot fetish? I don’t mean just finding a random person’s feet pretty or attractive. Or even just having a bit of a kink for feet, including toe kissing or sucking in sex sessions. I mean a full-on fetish for feet.
You may be interested in reading my related guide, What Is The Difference Between Kink And Fetish?
People who have a foot fetish get sexually aroused from feet. Looking at feet, involving them in power exchange and/or sexual play, thoughts of feet and the various connotations. Like most things in BDSM – and life in general- foot fetishism is experienced in a unique way by individuals, so it’s impossible to state a uniform way that this fetish is experienced by all people.
Over the years, I’ve spoken to many people with a foot fetish. They’ve told me that there needs to be a sexually enticing and alluring context for the feet in order for the arousal from the fetish to be triggered. All the foot fetishists I’ve spoken to have a penchant for female feet in particular – I’m yet to speak to someone with a fetish for men’s feet.
The arousing feet conjured in the imaginations and fantasies of the fetishists I’ve spoken to might be bare, or lightly encased in sandals or strappy shoes. Toenails may be painted or kept natural. Sometimes the context of fantasies are that the feet are worshipped, massaged, kissed or are toying with the fetishists body, in particular their genitalia. At other times they imagine just viewing these attractive feet barefoot or in shoes of their choice from afar. The idea of voluntarily or being ‘forced’ into licking cum from feet is a popular fantasy.
Distinct From Boot Worship & High Heels Fetish
People often have more than one kink, or fetish. These may be related in theme, or distinctly different. It would be easy to file boot worship and a fetish for high heels and similar, stereotypically ‘sexy’ footwear under the same bracket as foot fetish. They are definitely not all the same ‘thing’, however.
Why Are High Heels Sexy?
Feet encased in and adorned with high heels are sexy for a number of reasons, including:
- Various media being awash with connotations between high heels, seduction and allure.
- Wearing high heels makes the wearer’s legs look longer, leaner, more toned.
- At the same time, wearing high heels adds aspects of vulnerability and fragility to the wearer, possibly engendering feelings of protectiveness and comparative ruggedness from the onlooker.
- Walking in high heels causes the hips to sway, highlighting the erotic curves of the body and drawing attention to the wearer’s sexual appeal.
- Many FemDom submissives see high heels as a symbol of femininity, and therefore associate them with perceived female superiority, in a BDSM sense.
Why Are Boots Sexy?
In addition to all the reasons why high heels are sexy, boots have their own particular appeal to fans and fetishists.
Boots, and those wearing the boots, are seen as erotic and enticing for a few extra reasons, including:
- The material boots are made from. A kink for leather and/or PVC is extremely common.
- Boots which are knee length or thigh-high encase not only the feet but also the calves, sheathing the legs in tight-fitting material which highlights their curves.
- Thigh-high boots are one of the stereotypical items of apparel for Dominant women, as seen in various media such as TV shows, films and often worn by pro-Dommes.
- With feet and legs sheathed in leather, PVC or other, there is a physical boundary between the wearer’s skin and body, and the observer or submissive. This physical boundary is often seen as a symbol of the difference in roles between the Dominant and submissive, rendering the dominant’s skin as sacred, forbidden territory behind a tangible barrier.
- Boots can also be seen like armour being worn by a Dominant person. They’re made of durable materials, literally sheathe parts of the body –and with a high heel attached they can represent a potentially painful and dangerous weapon to anyone in the way or underfoot.
Someone who has a foot fetish may also have a high heels and/or boots kink or fetish, but as you can see, they’re by no means all one and the same thing.
You can find many images of me in high heels and boots in my photo gallery.
Are Foot Fetishists Perverts? Is Having A Foot Fetish Wrong Or Harmful?
Sometimes I read comments on Facebook groups, or hear whisperings amongst acquaintances from other parts of my life, related to people who have a kink. There seems to still be a heavy sense of stigma surrounding anything which isn’t PiV missionary position sex in the dark once a week and job-done-thank-you-very-much, and a hefty dollop of shame directed towards anyone who deviates from the above.
-She uses food during foreplay? Weirdo.
-He likes a bit of anal play? Disgusting.
-They want to be led round the bedroom floor on all fours with a collar and lead on and made to bark for a treat? Fucking pervert.
Now, I know that many people have reclaimed the word ‘pervert’ -just like many, including myself, have reclaimed the word ‘slut’– and feel it’s a label to wear proudly and have no shame in at all. Unfortunately, that’s not how many other people in the world insist on using these words, even this far into the 21st century.
They spit out the word ‘pervert’ as if it’s the worst anyone could be, even though the above practices and a zillion other supposed ‘kinky’ sex practices are done in private, consensually between adults and harm no-one. Nor is it anyone else’s business.
Is having a foot fetish wrong or harmful? I 100% believe that no, it isn’t.
Are foot fetishists perverts? Not in the derogatory, stigma-drenched, shame-inducing way that some people would mean it. But if you’re the sex-positive, open to/part of the BDSM scene type who sees the word pervert as a liberating, happy label, and perhaps even wears it with pride, then all power to you. Obviously, it all depends how you view the word ‘pervert’!
Physical & Psychological Reasons Behind A Foot Fetish
What’s so sexy about feet, anyway? Why would someone have a foot fetish, and how would foot fetishism manifest and be satisfied in a romantic or D/s relationship?
Here are some reasons why a person may find feet, in particular, psychologically and erotically arousing:
- Feet are a symbol of power, as the weight of the person rests on them. They are what transport us around. In addition to this, in a D/s sense, feet can be used to crush or trample things underfoot. This opens up fantasy or reality potential such as barefoot trampling over a submissive, or CBT (cock and ball torture) such as ball crushing or ball kicking.
- A person’s feet can be sweaty and emanate strong, typically unwelcome smells. Some submissives enjoy the sadistic/masochistic element of being forced to sniff or even lick stinky feet, which reinforces the sense of dominance, submission and the power exchange.
- Sweaty feet can also be attributed to the hard work the person puts into parts of their life such as their job or exercise, a quality which is both commendable and deserving of respect. They can be a sign of a busy, active person. Some submissives enjoy being humiliated as ‘lazy’ while their dominant is ‘hardworking’, thereby providing a distinction between (consensual perceptions of) superior and inferior.
- Feet can be extremely sore, but pampering, soothing attention is easy to provide. This attention may be given via a stress-relieving, practical method such as a cleansing & beautifully scented foot bath, foot massage or rubbing in medicinal ointment or moisturising lotion. Or those involved may enjoy an arousing, clear display of control –for example by foot worship such as kissing, licking, toe-sucking and similar.
- During a foot massage there is an obvious contrast between the one being pampered and the one providing the massage service. When feet are being pampered, the one being served is ‘off their feet’, ie. relaxing. While they are lounging and enjoying being soothed, there is a clear distinction to the one providing this service, who usually is obliged to be in a physically lower physical position which echoes the controlled role they are playing in this relationship. One person is being pampered, served and worshipped, the other is doing the serving, pampering and worshipping.
- Pets are often trained to obediently sit or sleep at their owner’s feet, or walk ‘to heel’, highlighting this area as a lowly position for someone perceived as inferior. When a submissive or foot fetishist is either allowed to sit at their partner’s or dominant’s feet, it represents a clear display of dominance and submission in a human D/s relationship. In fact, there may even be an element of pet play or puppy play involved –remember I explained how people can have more than one fetish, and they might all be somewhat related, or be distinctly different. Similarly, some foot fetishists may enjoy being used as a human footstool, in a forniphilia (human furniture fetish) way.
Foot Fetishism Is Not Gender-Specific
Although the majority of my experience with the foot fetish and fetishists of feet have been men who adore my feet in a FemDom and BDSM sense, I wanted to be clear that foot fetishism is not gender-specific in the slightest. Obviously, feet in themselves aren’t gender-specific –so why would the fetish be?
Just as anal sex and using anal sex toys isn’t only for a specific gender or assigned to any specific sexuality, neither is having a foot fetish. In fact, what follows is a particularly hot anecdotal story about a foot-worship themed FemDom session I enjoyed some years ago with a female submissive. I hope you enjoy it.
Foot Worship From My Slave Girl
She knelt at my bare feet, at first glance appearing to be the epitome of submission. Naked except for her collar, the girl was kneeling on the floor by where I sat one leg crossed over the other clothed in my latex dress on the comfortable chair. She sat on her heels with her head bowed. Her gorgeous long hair partially covered her face due to her traditional submissive stance.
Knowing she wouldn’t dare look up, I smiled to myself at the girl’s attitude. So many signs that would-be voyeurs wouldn’t notice – but which always betray her brazenness to me.
Kneeling beautifully – but so close to my bare feet I could feel her hot and hungry breath over my toes. Head bowed –undoubtedly so I didn’t see and punish the unbridled want in her eyes, and the proud twist in her unapologetic bright red-lipsticked lips. They’d got her into trouble enough times as it was.
Long hair loose and half-hiding her face – not coyness, but to both hide her own smiles and to enjoy the sensation of her hair tickling and teasing her already stiff nipples. Her hands placed on her thighs in front of her – not symbolic platitude, but so her arms cradled and supported her generous tits, pushing them up and forwards.
Those excited dark pink nipples were proudly presented for my delectation. I took a moment to idly fantasise about reaching down and taking one in each finger and thumb and twisting them til she screamed. My pussy was already wet but now the wetness pooled at the inside of my thighs, then slowly spread to the latex material beneath my arse.
I took a deep breath and answered the question she’d asked me a moment earlier.
“Yes, little foot slut; you may worship my feet. Make sure you do a thorough job or you won’t touch them again for a long time.”
Her reply was full of barely concealed excitement and she just managed to stop herself before she ruined everything by looking up at me. Looking up at Mistress’ face is strictly forbidden unless given express permission. Or a direct command, of course.
From previous foot worship sessions, the girl knew she was only allowed to touch with her mouth. No other part of her body. No hands, and definitely no humping. As I’d told her enough times, her mouth is for serving Mistress. In whatever way I require. Quite aside from acting as my real life Sybian, licking my pussy whenever I want it and tongue-swirling my clit, it just so happens that she has the most deeply ingrained foot fetish I’ve ever seen in a woman. In fact, she might enjoy mouth-worshipping my feet even more than she enjoys shoving her tongue deep into my pussy. And she so enjoys having her tongue buried inside my pussy.
She carefully moved her hair out of the way so it wouldn’t accidentally brush against my leg as she moved closer, ready to begin. With one hand around her hair and the other steadying herself on the floor, she brought those full, smeared red lips to their favourite destination. My right foot first, which had been dangling so teasingly close to her face and which was swung over my left grounding me on the floor beneath the chair.
Her delicate, respectful kisses to each toe left faint red lipstick marks which contrasted with the silver nail polish she’d applied during my pedicure the previous evening. Each time her lips made their connection with my toes, a tingle surged through my body, like electricity connecting from deep within my cunt to my clit and then up to both my naked-beneath-latex nipples and finally catching in my throat. The potential energy of an orgasm yet to come.
Satisfied that she’d given enough of a worshipful welcome to my toes, the girl moved to kissing the thin skin above my painted and now red smeared toe-nails. As much as I dominated and controlled my slave girl, the desire to reach down underneath my short latex dress and use the pussy juices which had pooled there to finger fuck myself to a fast orgasm was almost unbearable. I contented myself with concentrating on the sensations from her mouth to my foot and contemplating how I’d make her pay for my distractions later.
Her own cheeks were flushed almost as red as the lipstick marks she was leaving on the top of my foot. It was so obviously a struggle for her, too; when kneeling by my feet all she wanted was to kiss my feet, but when allowed to worship them in this way her greedy slut heart wanted even more. It took all her self-control not to straddle my dangling-in-mid-air foot and rub her own shaven smooth and glisteningly wet pussy hard on it, humping herself to a powerful orgasm.
That image did distract me for a moment, such an entertaining thought. Not so much for the sensations of a foot hump session, although that would be sexy in its own right. No, more for the punishment the girl would be awarded for her greed, lack of self-control and disobedience afterwards. She definitely wouldn’t be rubbing her pussy on anything else for a while.
Coming back to the present, the girl was doing a good job of maintaining some semblance of self-control and had completed her kiss-journey over my foot. It had taken some time but with strict training she’d finally learned to show patience in her foot worship. Small, respectful kisses first, tongue later. A gradual build. I want to know and see that she can show that level of self-control. I also want to sadistically enjoy her suffering as she struggles not to just drool all over my feet and shove all my toes into her mouth at once like some badly trained puppy. Yes, she was doing well. Good. I wanted her to earn the right to give me the orgasms I was becoming increasingly desperate for.
Her tongue hesitantly darted out to feel underneath my small toe and she was sure to keep her eyes turned downward the whole time. I knew she’d be tasting the warmth from the day under each toe, then moving to flick her tongue lovingly between each toe, too. My feet were still clammy from being cooped up inside the thigh-high boots all day, boots which she’d expertly unlaced and removed. Standing around in high heeled boots for hours gave my feet an overlaid scent of leather as well as the slightly salty musk of sweat and the faint hint of body wash from my morning shower.
I knew she was in foot worship paradise right now. I too was enjoying the sensations of her tongue lavishing attention to each toe, underneath, between and finally popping each toe in her mouth one after the other sucking gently to clean. Each toe got its own mini blow-job and my mini dick, my clit, was throbbing rather painfully to get its own attention. My mind kept darting between enjoying the sensations the girl was enthusiastically lavishing on my foot, and wondering how much of a power exchange disturbance it would be to shove her head between my thighs right then and there and hump my cunt over her face til I came loudly.
She looked beautiful in this moment, more so than any other time. Probably because she was doing what she was made for, to give oral love to her Mistress’ feet. I could see her breasts swaying this way and that and knew there’d be a puddle for her tongue to attend to beneath her on the wooden floor once she’d finished, before being used to mop up my own wetness. Even the mess that was now my right foot looked beautiful to me; the contrast of red lipstick rings round each toe and red lip marks covering the top of my foot to my porcelain skin. This foot worship was foreplay for us, charging our libidinous bodies with the potential for several explosive orgasms each over the course of the night.
But first, she had the other foot to beg for. And I had a renewed struggle not to touch myself –or her– until she was done.
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