I took the plunge today and signed up to attend my first foot party in early May. From what the host described, this could be exactly what I’ve sought to either indulge in or get past my foot fetish fantasies of worshiping the feet and legs of beautiful women. He says that they carefully screen the ladies, who are no older than 25, and who are thin. That’s a real relief, since the tall and thin type that I prefer are so hard to find at large these days.
No cameras, drugs, alcohol, or tobacco products allowed. No exchange of bodily fluids or any action whatsoever above the knees either. Cleanliness is the operative word here; the women wash their lower bodies between each session, so there’ll be no odors to ruin the erotic mood.
They offer a few VIP suites, where one may worship in private if desired to hide the fetish, and they provide food and beverage as well in between the sessions.
The building adheres to all fire and safety codes since it is a public facility, and is located in a nice area in southeast PA.
The party is billed as private. So you can only attend by invitation, in order that they can assure their customers that only up-standing people will be there. They maintain tight security, and they’re a bona fide business as well; it’s not just some guy having a house party in his cramped apartment. Safety and privacy therefore, shouldn’t be issues.
Such establishments eliminate all the painful screening that I’ve endured through the years, without much success I’d add. The women at these gatherings know that the guys are in to foot worship. In fact, they enjoy it themselves, which is why they’re there in the first place in addition to the financial incentive. Thus the risk of love rejection when approaching one of these beautiful strangers approaches zero; a nice change from the near one hundred percent rejection rates I’ve gotten throughout the past score, and that have made me so afraid of rejection today. I hope in this environment, to turn around my generally sad foot fetish story, and start moving it in happy-ending direction. From what the guy described, that looks possible and promising in fact, because in this special environment, being afraid of rejection will not cripple me. The ladies there will not judge me as the reject with the weird foot desires.
Foot parties like this should save money too even though they appear rather expensive at first glance. There are steep admission fees and each girl must be paid a respectable amount for the time she spends with me, even if all she does is just sit there. But I won’t have to “wine and dine” women anymore just to find out if they’ll remove their shoes and stockings for me. Plus, the need for long courtships is nonexistent. No more wasting money on women who end up never baring their legs anyway. No more waiting for years sometimes for them to do so. No more putting up with them milking my wallet as much as they can by putting me off for a long time. This setup really does embody instant gratification.
There’s no pretense either; no need to hide one’s true desires behind propriety and silly, outdated mating conventions. There are no complicated and hit-but-usually-miss protocols to follow, and I won’t have to waste my brain power learning about her “insides” before she’ll let me love her outsides. A good thing too, because if I have to play therapist to one more lady, I think I’ll go crazy myself. Here, unlike more traditional methods of pursuing women, I can indeed enjoy the milk for one night without having to buy the whole cow forever.
Could it be, for the first time since my longing for women began, that I finally have a reliable source of beautiful ladies, who will help me bring my childhood fantasies into reality, but who will not ask so much of the world of me in return? I hope so. Whether it is or isn’t, I must find out.
Now I am concerned that this will hurt [Emmy], because I do love her and so, I wish to minimize her pain as much as I can. In fact, our therapist and I are putting many hours into helping her understand. But the bottom line is that she’s just going to have to accept my need to play until I get it out of my system, just as I had to do when ladies like [Emeebee], [First Love], and others made this very same request of me. I know from experience that it’s painful. I grew a lot from that torture however, and [Emmy] will too, I hope. Regardless, I must come first. If that makes me a nasty, selfish person, then I’ll embrace that judgment so long as it means that I can finally get what I want and find lasting satisfaction for my foot fetish.