Barefoot Beauties Of Wrestling

Old films.

I began with three three pretty mainstays who I thought were hot, had crushes on, and was totally happy to do fetish wrestling with. They were pretty, dominant, and liked getting paid to bully men and women with their looks and their feet in particular.

I met Jill Chow, Chinese, very pretty, smart, working on her BA. Boyfriend was some artists and big in the fetish scene. In response to an add. She was fun. She wanted to have fun with the degradation in the foot angle. Pro wrestling was a cinch for her. I've got sneaky breach moves I used with all three women in different ways. I began with a held up shield of boundaries to her. I had a girlfriend who was vanilla. They had boyfriends they were loyal to. But there was something between each of us as fetish geeks who spoke a brief language of action briefly.

I quickly coached Jill into playing the mean cat dom chick who raised her feet up when she was outmatched. She fall away from me on the mats, then, push her feet into my face. She loved something about a fluid power dynamic. She would just be grinding me under her bare feet, usually her soft thick toes were painted. I know her by her reach into my mouth with her toes. It always felt like she were dipping her toes in mouth, but a good long dip. She wants some spit on her toes after she opens your mouth.

But I never went after her feet. I let her go after me. I circumscribed what she could do. She could trample me under her feet. Stand on my face whenever she wished, as casually as she could. And she would mix it up with intimacy. She was supposed to spice up the foot action between us by putting her toes into the corners of my mouth. I directed her as she loaded the corners of my mouth with her big toes. She smiled as I moistened her toes. It was intangible. She liked the play. She took the initiative to go beyond poking her toes into cheeks and started putting all five toes into my mouth, squashing my tongue, and calling me a loser and a bitch. I don't think I ever sucked her toes without fighting to spit them out. Everything stayed in performance context. She and I took creative risks and got along well, and were at least a little hot for each other. Jill. She stood on my face really assertively, and I trusted her the most to manhandle me with her feet. Stand on my face. And she would go beyond and really dip her foot into my throat. That's her style: brutal footwork and totally believes in her sexual edge. She has things to say sexually.

If I were to just slobber over her foot, I would feel creepy, as though I were talking something from her that wasn't in our agreement. She would be a barefoot brawler to step all over her male and female competitors. She was small, Asian, pretty. Maybe in the end I felt she was like a dear sister, and her cute, sexy feet turned into these hot paws and claws. I wish her so well, and she and I honed a sort of action and bedroom fun.

How do you have a fun sexual dynamic between two cats who are selfish and switches, and weird, and adventurous, that doesn't get romantic? She and I had boundaries. Each of us took a little something more, within artistic license. She would do it with first, ease with which she footdommed me in matches, stomped me. Ultimately she would put her cute little foot in my mouth, and that was her climax in the performance. Then she'd feed her feet to some of the other models. She kept a professional edge. I remembered watching as I waited for a battery to charge and felt Jill's barefoot in my mouth. And her eyes danced as she looked from me to a young woman who marvelled at Jill. Jill smiled an apology at taking a liberty with my mouth, and she began to poke me in the cheek with her toes. "Look, all you have to do it have a good boyfriend you can play with and you can do a killer site. Just play him. Like I'm playing with him," she looked at me and smiled as she pushed her foot her toes way back into my throat.

"You find a guy you respect, and just make him be ready to suck your toes on command. Like this loser on the end of my toes."

So she felt something like a creative partnership with me.

The sweet young kid was south Asian, named Ling. She was taller than Jill. Her feet were prettier, longer toes, more slender. I insisted to wear a mask; she was only 23 and pretty naïve. Like with Jill, I was attracted to her but set boundaries of performance. On her first shoot, I put each of her feet up on a desk and talked with her about what to expect in wrestling shoots. While I explained, I gave her toes a good suck, and made jokes with her while I pressed her toe pads like buttons. She was turned on by it, more by men than women. She had the athleticism of Jill, working to make each one of her kicks in my face sound good. On at least one occasion, I fought to get her feet just another inch deeper into my throat. I wanted to feel like she were really reaching me.

There was Dani, a gothic brawler with cute feet, whom I knew was less attractive than Jill or Ling. But she was bookwormish, brutal, and nothing made me laugh more than a clip of her "Prank" on me where in a public park at the bench, in the rain, she put her bare foot in my lips. She smiled, having done her michief. "Very nice move," I said into her toes. She shifted her foot, dipped her toes way into my mouth, and picked out my gum. She smiled and told me I didn't need the gum. Then she rubbed her big toe into my upper gums.

Dani was the roughest sparring partner. She would stand on me hard, stomp my back. She relished grinding her toes into my face or wiping them on me.

She probably had the softest spot for me.

I would stretch older women. Blonde, sixty, heavy, aging. I would wrestler her down, stand on her tits, and grind her face on my cock.

What I looked for in the footage I reviewed of the three women wrestlers, I spend the most time on the young kid. She was the one model who went after my cock. She rubbed it with her feet. She was about to run into a boyfriend and quit on me. I don't know where she would have gone if he hadn't entered the picture. I was just about stuck on where to coach her, except into a confrontation with Jill. I didn't know how it should go. Both of them were stuck up and neither would want to sub to the other. Jill would have been professional and would have let another woman put her foot into her mouth. But she would expect to be able to do the same to her opponent.

I watch Jing's matches for what she's trying to perfect, from standing on my face, to just letting go and having fun. She looks, as Jill does, to keep her feet in her opponent's grill. They were equals. I watch Jing for little enthuasiams, and she was into hitting me meaner, but she hadn't really fed me her feet. I waited for my stars to feel their way into fun with me. Her feet were so delicious to wrestle with my tongue. I think she wanted to fight my tongue with her toes. Her weird uncle who indulged her wild fantasy of being a hero by stepping on my face and digging her toes into my mouth.

Jing would have gotten around to some kind of desire to eat some dick, swallow some loads.

Guess where Jill ended? Switch. Shortly before I ended my company, and just before I met a girlfriend I'd start filming adult content with, she was sucking my toes in a public park. It was comical, a six foot tall bald dude putting his bare foot into her smiling mouth for a camera shot.

She was just a pretty, femmy, loyal performer, and she did what turned her on and she could buy into. She bought hot woman sucking hot male foot, and getting literally walked on by masculine men and sucking their feet, sometimes giving them head.

I remember she sat down with me, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and she put her foot into my mouth like she were putting on an old shoe. "How are you? How's your relationship?" she asked, her toes reaching into my cheek hard.

"You will always prefer to come home to my foot in your mouth. It's not that you aren't loving making me gobble your foot. And I feel like you're about ready to for a push, from me or at me." That's what she said, as she wiggled her toes into my cheek.

Some months later, I'd be making full on sex films with Gwynne. She'd do what a lot of what guys want done. Especially swallowing our sperm as though it's an honour. Our artistic masterpiece was probably Devouring Emma's Ass. It's so giving on the part of the dude. But she'd do her part and let random dudes put their dicks in her throat.

In Emma, I had a goldmine performer and girlfriend. I foot-fucked her pussy. Came in her mouth. Held something back.

I lost touch with my front runner girls, especially the diplomatic Jill. The last time I saw her we were at a picnic table and she had her foot way deep in my mouth. She knew she was out of pocket, doing something we didn't do. We didn't offer physical comforts outside of performance. For a brief sunset, she was all mind. Her foot was unusually cold. I think of her as landing her feet in my mouth like a smooth pilot landing a plane on your tongue. She dug her little toes into my tongue as if to say, "Have you got this, bro?"