Foot Work

by Dlove

My feet have always served me well. I’ve walked and run countless miles on them. They’ve helped propel me through water and have guided me on land by bicycle. My feet are my primary mode for getting around, even it’s to push the gas, clutch and brake pedals in my truck. For as much as my feet have done for me, I never thought that they’d actually start making me money. The best I’d ever done for them was cover them with good shoes and socks. Sure, I’ve scrubbed my feet with a pumice stone before and even lotioned them up, but I’ve never had a pedicure or anything like that. Nope, I never splurged on my feet.

With bills to pay and my finances on the brink of being non-existent, I answered an ad I saw online for in shape men with nice feet. Hey, my feet may not sparkle, but they look pretty damn good. Yeah, I’ve got a little bit of hair on each toe knuckle and a little bit on the top of my foot, but they look good. Some people will try to tell you that I have “hobbit-like” feet because of the little bit of hair, but I maintain that the hair is there simply because I’m a man. Regardless of the fact that my feet resemble those of a creature from Middle Earth, I answered the ad with a picture of myself (not my feet) and, like most ads I answer, forgot about it completely. Thus, it was with mild surprise that I saw a reply within a couple of hours of my initial email. Hmmm.

The guy explained that he was looking for male models for a foot fetish web site. He wanted to meet up for a few hours and take some pictures of me. I’d be making $50 an hour with the potential to make more if I decided to go completely nude. He said that I’d probably make about $200 from my first photo shoot and that there was the opportunity to potentially do another photo shoot down the line. I don’t know about you, but a couple extra hundred dollars for a few hours worth of posing in front of a camera seemed alright with me. He included a URL and password/login for the site so I could see what I’d be doing.

The site was as tasteful as a foot fetish site can possibly be. For the most part, the site is geared towards gay men, but they do have some female members as well. Most of the pictures were of guys in jeans and no shirt with their bare feet up on a table. Shit, I could do that. I didn’t delve too far into it, but was satisfied that, if I had pictures up on the site, I wouldn’t be completely ashamed.

After almost a month of trying to hook up with the photographer (he lives in Los Angeles), we finally set up a late afternoon session. He was driving down from L.A. and getting a hotel room. He had a few other men he was going to shoot while in the area. His plan was to drive down from L.A. on Friday afternoon and get to his hotel room by 4:00, so that we could then meet and do the photo shoot until 7:00. Of course, he had forgotten about the hellish traffic between L.A. and San Diego and arrived much later. We’d been in contact all through his harrowing drive from L.A., so I knew that our schedule had changed. Unfortunately, I was bound by obligations at 7:00, so our photo shoot would have to be cut short. Still, the photographer said that, if everything went well, he’d want to do another photo shoot within a few weeks. Sounded good to me.

I arrived at the photographer’s hotel right on time and made my way up to his room. I don’t mind telling you that I was a little bit nervous. He had asked me to bring 3 or 4 different outfits to change into. He also asked me to scrub my feet with a pumice stone and come unshaven. He wanted me to bring my shaving kit with me so I could shave while there. I knocked on his hotel room door and tried to maintain some semblance of composure.

Any doubts I’d had about the photo shoot evaporated within the first few minutes I was there. The photographer was a really cool guy. We talked for nearly an hour about all sorts of different things. He’s an aspiring fashion photographer and he showed me his portfolio (which showed some real talent). We talked and laughed and really connected as friends. Finally, it was time to get down to business.

The photographer asked me to put on my suit for the first series of pictures. He gave me a brief description of what he’d want from me. Apparently, when it comes to foot fetishists, some are very particular about what they want to see. Some have interest in the palms of the feet. Others enjoy looking at the tops of the feet or the toes. Still others get turned on by feet getting tickled. Furthermore, there is a contingency of foot fetishists who like to see people getting their feet tickled while bound. The many possible variations on the foot theme were staggering to me.

I did as I was told. The photographer took pictures of me sitting on a couch with shoes on. I crossed and uncrossed my legs. The photographer asked me to take off my shoes slowly, so I did. Next came the socks. Slowly. Meanwhile, as I was doing the poses, I talked seductively, “Oh yeah, big boy. You want me to take off my socks? Really? O.K. Oooo, look at that. I’m showing a little bit of my heel. Mmmm, you can just start to see the arch of my foot. Oh GOD! Look at my toes! Are you getting hot, baby?!” The photographer was doing his best not to jiggle the camera too much as he laughed.

Apparently, foot fetishists have a thing for socked feet as well as bare feet. I did a lengthy series of pictures with both feet up on a table, socked and unsocked. Every time the photographer would take a picture, he’d ask me to move my feet into a different position. Really, there are only so many ways that feet can be placed on a table. I think I went through all of the known ways and then made up a few of my own. The photographer was very impressed.

After awhile, the photographer had me do another series of photos; this time on the bed in my boxers (yes, I wear boxers). I went through a similar process of foot posing although I had a wider variety of poses since I was doing it laying down on the bed both on my stomach and my back. I was a natural. The photographer said I was very creative with my foot poses and he even talked about doing a video of me with my ongoing dialogue. There was more work to be done in the foot fetish market, that was for sure.

Two hours breezed by very quickly. The photographer and I agreed that we would work together again. In fact, I think I’m going to be huge in the foot fetish world. I’ve been waiting a long time to find a way to really succeed in life. I think I’ve finally found my gravy train! I’m wearing two pairs of socks at a time and polishing my feet every chance I can get. Look out foot fetishists, here I come!

Yes, I’m pretty gung ho about this opportunity. I’m very aware that, someday, these pictures could come back and bite me in the ass. I’m willing to take that chance. If my political career takes off and I’m asked to explain those pictures, I’ll tell the press the same thing I always hear. “I needed the money.” In the meantime, I’ve got another photo shoot set up for next week; 4 or 5 hours of my feet. This time, I’ll have to get a pedicure. Nothing is too good for my feet.