When I saw the Fabulous Foot Slut in February I was initially annoyed with the last minute nature of the session. But since it’s a couple months later and he still mentions our time together I’m glad I went to see him.

How different his memory of the session is than mine. He remembers being a slut and serving his Mistress. FFS tells me how he loved licking my feet and remembers exactly how my toes tasted. He remembers painting his toes bright red and wants to do it again.

I remember him choking up with tears as he held my feet to his cheeks. I remember FFS begging to take his work clothes off so he could put his wife’s lingerie on. How his hands shook when he put on the heels I had brought. How the clock seemed to run twice as slow as soon as he walked through the door.

He hadn’t seen me in almost a year so this meeting was more emotional on his end. For me it was a smooth session. He didn’t try to touch me inappropriately, he didn’t complain about the price and he didn’t try to stay after his time was up.

But there was a moment during our session that troubled me. We were on the bed and he was holding my feet. He likes to cuddle them while he naps. He curls up to my feet as I sit there, holding myself still. He holds my feet next to his cheeks as I whispers assuring words. After a time he drifts off to sleep. If I stop talking he wakes up and asks me to continue. I whisper again and listen to him snore for about a third of the time we’re together. A client that likes to fall asleep during a session? This is a sex worker’s dream!

Yet I felt pity for him. Take away the clothes, the posing, the nail painting and the foot worship and what is left? Companionship. He was holding me feet in an intimate way as if we were a couple. He needed to feel close to me. This time on the bed was easily the most difficult of the session because it was so intimate. It felt so raw.

At first I thought it was pathetic. Here’s a grown man paying to cuddle with a stranger’s feet while he falls asleep. Pathetic right? But I didn’t think that for long. Why? He started to cry. He held my feet and smiled, kissed them and cried because it had been so long since he last held them. I felt so sad for him. Here was a man that so desperately wanted to cuddle my feet he flew me to his city to see me for a few hours. Just holding my feet gave him such happiness.

I could have moved to the next part of our session. At this point I had yet to spank him or have him paint his toes. But I sensed he needed this intimate time with my feet. We stayed like that-me holding still and murmuring sweet nothings, him hold my feet and softly crying-for over an hour. When we finally did move his cheeks were wet but he was smiling.

Posted by Vixen in PSO Confessions