I recently discovered that my new girlfriend, Honey, has a foot fetish. I just met her a few hours ago, yesterday, actually, Christmas evening. Now, it's nearly 3am in the morning the day after Christmas and we've yet to go to bed. I think with what I have planned, we may be pulling an all-nighter. Honestly, the two of us are too excited to sleep.
It all started when she wanted a foot bath. We're staying the holiday weekend in my ex-Stepmom's, Carol, Honey's biological mother's guestroom. That's my new girlfriend's name, Honey. She's Halfrican-American. Her father was black and her mother is white.
Carol has been separated from her daughter for eighteen years, after her husband caught her cheating on him with a woman. Only, that's another story for another time. Much like Meredith Baxter, who just emerged from the closet and proclaimed that she's a lesbian, the same thing happened to Carol.
Married to my Dad before, now she's lesbian. The funny thing is that the woman that Carol is with, Debbie, was also my Dad's ex-girlfriend, too. I guess he has a way of turning heterosexual women lesbian.
Anyway, Carol didn't want me dating her daughter because we had sex, my ex-Stepmom and me, on Christmas Eve and again on Christmas morning. Later that same day, Christmas Day, I had sex again with my ex-Stepmom and her bi-sexual lover, Debbie. Then, when Carol and Debbie went out to neighbors homes in the neighborhood to spread their Christmas cheer, I was taking a nap on the couch, trying to recoup my energy from our impromptu threesome. That was when Carol's deceased mom, Estelle, returned from the other side to give me a gum job. That's another story for another time. I know, I couldn't make this stuff up, if it wasn't all true.
I had no idea Carol had a daughter. I had no idea that when I saw Carol's daughter, that it'd be love at first sight. Had I met Honey, just a day earlier, the day before Christmas, I never would have had sex with my ex-Stepmom on Christmas Eve, again on Christmas Day, and later with her bi-sexual lover, Debbie. Chances are the gum job that Estelle gave me, probably would have still happened, since she's a ghost and can go anywhere.
Anyway, it all started when I gave Honey a foot bath and one thing led to another and she was becoming aroused when I was towel drying her feet. She wanted me to give her a foot massage. Never having given anyone a foot massage, not even myself, when I looked up at her, while I was massaging her feet, she was actually cooing.
Then, she wanted me to lick her feet and suck her toes. Eww. Gross. What the Hell? Yet, if you ever saw Honey, you'd lick whatever part of her body she asked you to lick. She's beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life.
As soon as I started licking her feet and sucking on her toes, she started touching herself. With one hand down her panty and her other hand fingering her nipple, she had an orgasm. I couldn't believe it. I never heard of a woman having a foot fetish. I always thought it was only men who had a foot fetish, men attracted to women's feet. I never heard of a woman being sexual with her own feet. Go figure.
After she had her orgasm, she looked at me all dreamy eyed and asked, "Is there anything that I can do for you, Johnny?"
Are you kidding me? I'm a guy? What did she think I'd say?
"No, I'm all set, thank you very much. I appreciate the offer, anyway." Get real.
Her asking me that, "Is there anything that I can do for you," was my golden opportunity. If I was willing to pander to her freaking foot fetish, it's only fair that she help me to live out my fantasy, bondage and discipline. It's something that I never tried but always wanted to do.
"Hold that thought," I said to Honey.
I hurried from the room and, while Carol was still busy downstairs with Debbie, still cleaning up the mess from the Christmas dinner we had, I dashed into Carol's room and went through her lingerie drawers. I found just the things that I needed, scarves. If I hadn't found them, I was ready to grab a roll of duct tape. Good thing for Honey, I found these.
I ran back in the guestroom where Honey was resting on the bed after having had her orgasm. Other than to kiss her, I haven't even touched her, yet. Never have I had sex so quickly with someone I just met. She said she was soaking wet. Let's see how wet she is.
Quickly, I removed the last of her clothes, her panties. She was already topless after the striptease show she had given me earlier and what a show it was. She drove me mad with desire for her when she slowly stripped off her skirt and blouse before removing her bra. Oh, my God. I still get goose bumps just thinking about her perfect, black body.
"Give me your arm, Sweetie," I said.
"Oh, so, you are into bondage?"
"I don't know. I've never tried it. We'll soon find out, though. Are you game?"
"I'm willing to give it a try, but I'd like to have one rule set in place, if you don't mind."
"Okay, what's your rule?"
"If I don't like something that you're doing, when I say stop, you stop."
I loved Honey's voice. She has such a sweet voice, as sweet as honey, that is, unless she is talking harshly to me and calling me a name. When she suddenly develops her black attitude, her voice changes from sweet to bitchy.
"Okay, sure, that's fair enough. Tying you to the bed should be something that we both enjoy," I said hurrying my Boy Scout knots before she had a change of heart about the bondage and discipline and changed her mind and said, Stop! "I wouldn't want to do something that you don't like or something that offends your senses," I said being solicitous and pandering to her, again. "There's no fun in doing something sexual that you don't enjoy and find arousing."
I quickly tied her other wrist to the bed before tying both her ankles. Now my Honey was spread eagled and naked. I only wish I had my camera with me to capture this Kodak moment. I would love to post this photo on the Internet. I took a step back to enjoy the view.
"Are you just going to stare at me, fool, or are you going to have sex with me."
See how she gets? What's with the attitude all of a sudden. First, she's really nice and then, she's a bitch.
"I just have to call a few of my friends over, first," I said with a chuckle.
"What? Don't you dare," she said pulling at her ties. "Stop!"
"Gees, calm down, Honey. I was only kidding. I wouldn't call anyone to come over. I don't even have my cell phone with me," I said thinking that if I did, I would have taken her photo, already, by now. "I want you all for myself."
