LindyHopper
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First off, I'd like to thank ticklejen for posting about her recent experience at a foot worship party. A tickle-friend of mine, who's also into feet, suggested maybe a year ago that I might give it a try, but I'd forgotten about it until I read that thread. So thank you for moving me beyond the vague-notion stage and on to the actual experience! And thanks also for all the advice that you, and others on the thread, provided - it was really helpful.
Gosh, what to say... there's so much, and I'm going to try not to sound scattered. I think I'll just describe my night, and let you all ask questions after. FYI, the only part that's really about tickling is buried somewhere around the middle, nearish the end.
As per everyone's advice on the previous thread, I painted my toes a pretty shade of red, and put on strappy black heels with open toes. I was wearing a black skirt that hit just above the knee, and a valentine-red sleeveless top with a deep v-neck in the front. I figured it couldn't hurt to show a little cleavage, though as a friend of mine pointed out, people might not be looking there.
The party was a discreet location in San Francisco, completely overlookable if you don't know it's there, but easy to find if you do. I was greeted at the door by one of the organizers, who immediately took a liking to me/my feet, and made me feel right at home. He asked me how I had found my way here, and I told him that I'm into tickling, and someone on the TMF had posted about coming to one of these parties. He was excited about that, because it turns out he enjoys tickling, too! He promised to come find me later.
I proceeded upstairs to check in, and to review the basic ground rules: basically, $20 for 10 minutes of play (from the guys directly to the ladies), no nudity or sexual activities, no closed doors, and don't get too drunk (though it was BYOB). The guys are told not to be shy, and that they can just come up to you and ask for a session. Then it's a good idea for the lady to ask what he's interested in doing. I thanked the man, and went to go hang up my coat.
I walked around the club, which looks like a place that gets rented out for various fetishy sorts of activities. There were several rooms on opposite sides of a long hallway, with a few beds, couches, and interesting chairs in each. There was a central room in the center, with drinks and snacks. I met a few of the women, some of whom had been doing these parties for months or years, and others who were there for the first time. I walked around for a while, noticing that whenever guys checked me out as I walked by them in the hallway, their eyes went straight to the floor. And then a guy came up to me and asked me for a session.
He just wanted to lick my feet and suck on my toes. Easy enough, right? From my end, it felt nice - I liked the feel of his tongue between my toes, and his lips were very soft. It tickled a little too, especially the very tip of his tongue, which I, of course, appreciated. Afterwards, I mentioned that this had been my very first foot session, and he said that he could tell. "Really?!" I asked. "Oh, it's okay," he replied. Which of course leaves me wondering what I did wrong. But he told me he'd be interested in meeting me for private sessions, and gave me his number, so I guess I did okay.
I was feeling more confident by my next session, and this guy really liked my feet. Very soft, with long toes, he said. And after five minutes of kissing and sucking on them, he pulls out another twenty so we can play for longer. He fondled my feet, and rubbed them on his face (I loved the feel of that quarter-inch of stubble!), with me laying opposite him, and standing over him. I was feeling more comfortable with moving my toes, stretching them, and sliding my feet over and into his mouth. Afterwards, he gives me his card to invite me in for some foot modeling.
My next session was with a sweet gentleman in a suit, who was giving roses to all the women he asked for a session. All he wanted to do was massage my feet, and it was wonderful! Seriously, no one give footrubs like a certified massage therapist with a foot fetish!
I laid back on the mattress, in heaven, and wondering to myself how much time had passed. It was so strange, that it was kind of my job to watch the clock, since he was the one paying me, but I wouldn't have minded laying there for the rest of the night. I decided not to worry about the time - this wasn't about the money anymore! At some point, he asked me if I wanted to wrap up, since he was happy to pay for all of his time, but didn't want to monopolize me. I told him to monopolize away! After about a half hour, during which he massaged my hands, too, he slipped my shoes back on, and handed me another forty. So... this man had just paid me $60 to give me one of the best foot massages I have ever received. I concluded that this was a world turned completely on it's head.
My next couple of sessions were unremarkable. More toe-sucking and foot-licking, but not as nice from my end. You know how you can tell the difference from a "generous" touch and a "greedy" touch? It was like that.
Eventually, the organizer I had met at the door made his way upstairs. He wanted to take some video of the new girl with the long toes, for the website (which is www.footnight.com, just in case you're curious). So now there exists a video clip of my feet, with lots of pointing, flexing, and stretching of my toes (they're very flexible).
After he finished filming, we talked a little more, and then he decided to buy a session with me. He apparently "never" does this, but he told me that though he's seen probably a thousand feet in his time, mine were dang near perfect for his tastes: soft skin, nice curve to the arches, and long, strong, flexible toes that could stretch, wave, and grab. He had me massage his legs with my toes, then he held my ankles and kissed and licked my toes. And then, he started running his fingernails (grown long) along the soles of my feet, and I jumped and pulled away! He held me just a little tighter to keep exploring my feet with his nails, and got me all giggly. He loved watching my toes twitch as he tickled them, especially at that spot where they join the balls of my feet. He also found that sensitive spot behind my knees. I can't say it beat the 30-minute massage, but I was having a great time. He eventually went in for another 10 minutes, too.
As the night wound down, I even got to foot-wrestle, and have my toes sucked, by another one of the models. My goodness, she had the softest skin I've ever felt! This might be partly because I'm usually touching guys, but still! Anyway, she was really cheerful and sweet, so this was fun for me too. Afterwards, she gave me a ride back to my car, because the party organizers would not have me walking back there at this time of night! The party ended at 1 am.
So in summary...
The guys were quite non-creepy. There was only one I met who was a real jerk - shooting video without permission (the party has a no-camera policy, except for staff). Everyone else was very considerate, and most were quite nice to be around.
The activties at the party were pretty tame. After looking at the footnight.com website about what happens at these parties, I was a little concerned. But I'd say about 95% of what went on was just toe-sucking and foot-licking. I know that one trampling scene happened (two girls standing, full weight, on the guy, and digging their stillettos into his abdomen). I also saw a couple other standing/walking on the guy scenes, usually in barefeet, and a dirty sock-sniffing scene. But that was it. Far tamer than what we do at gatherings, if you ask me.
Gosh, what else? Heck, I don't know... I'll let you ask me. And I hope you do - I'll feel all lonely if I wrote all this and no one has anything to say! Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed reading about my foot-party experience. Please let me know what you think.
Gosh, what to say... there's so much, and I'm going to try not to sound scattered. I think I'll just describe my night, and let you all ask questions after. FYI, the only part that's really about tickling is buried somewhere around the middle, nearish the end.
As per everyone's advice on the previous thread, I painted my toes a pretty shade of red, and put on strappy black heels with open toes. I was wearing a black skirt that hit just above the knee, and a valentine-red sleeveless top with a deep v-neck in the front. I figured it couldn't hurt to show a little cleavage, though as a friend of mine pointed out, people might not be looking there.
The party was a discreet location in San Francisco, completely overlookable if you don't know it's there, but easy to find if you do. I was greeted at the door by one of the organizers, who immediately took a liking to me/my feet, and made me feel right at home. He asked me how I had found my way here, and I told him that I'm into tickling, and someone on the TMF had posted about coming to one of these parties. He was excited about that, because it turns out he enjoys tickling, too! He promised to come find me later.
I proceeded upstairs to check in, and to review the basic ground rules: basically, $20 for 10 minutes of play (from the guys directly to the ladies), no nudity or sexual activities, no closed doors, and don't get too drunk (though it was BYOB). The guys are told not to be shy, and that they can just come up to you and ask for a session. Then it's a good idea for the lady to ask what he's interested in doing. I thanked the man, and went to go hang up my coat.
I walked around the club, which looks like a place that gets rented out for various fetishy sorts of activities. There were several rooms on opposite sides of a long hallway, with a few beds, couches, and interesting chairs in each. There was a central room in the center, with drinks and snacks. I met a few of the women, some of whom had been doing these parties for months or years, and others who were there for the first time. I walked around for a while, noticing that whenever guys checked me out as I walked by them in the hallway, their eyes went straight to the floor.
And then a guy came up to me and asked me for a session.He just wanted to lick my feet and suck on my toes. Easy enough, right? From my end, it felt nice - I liked the feel of his tongue between my toes, and his lips were very soft. It tickled a little too, especially the very tip of his tongue, which I, of course, appreciated.
Afterwards, I mentioned that this had been my very first foot session, and he said that he could tell. "Really?!" I asked. "Oh, it's okay," he replied. Which of course leaves me wondering what I did wrong. But he told me he'd be interested in meeting me for private sessions, and gave me his number, so I guess I did okay.I was feeling more confident by my next session, and this guy really liked my feet. Very soft, with long toes, he said. And after five minutes of kissing and sucking on them, he pulls out another twenty so we can play for longer. He fondled my feet, and rubbed them on his face (I loved the feel of that quarter-inch of stubble!), with me laying opposite him, and standing over him. I was feeling more comfortable with moving my toes, stretching them, and sliding my feet over and into his mouth. Afterwards, he gives me his card to invite me in for some foot modeling.
My next session was with a sweet gentleman in a suit, who was giving roses to all the women he asked for a session. All he wanted to do was massage my feet, and it was wonderful! Seriously, no one give footrubs like a certified massage therapist with a foot fetish!
I laid back on the mattress, in heaven, and wondering to myself how much time had passed. It was so strange, that it was kind of my job to watch the clock, since he was the one paying me, but I wouldn't have minded laying there for the rest of the night. I decided not to worry about the time - this wasn't about the money anymore! At some point, he asked me if I wanted to wrap up, since he was happy to pay for all of his time, but didn't want to monopolize me. I told him to monopolize away! After about a half hour, during which he massaged my hands, too, he slipped my shoes back on, and handed me another forty. So... this man had just paid me $60 to give me one of the best foot massages I have ever received. I concluded that this was a world turned completely on it's head.My next couple of sessions were unremarkable. More toe-sucking and foot-licking, but not as nice from my end. You know how you can tell the difference from a "generous" touch and a "greedy" touch? It was like that.
Eventually, the organizer I had met at the door made his way upstairs. He wanted to take some video of the new girl with the long toes, for the website (which is www.footnight.com, just in case you're curious). So now there exists a video clip of my feet, with lots of pointing, flexing, and stretching of my toes (they're very flexible).
After he finished filming, we talked a little more, and then he decided to buy a session with me. He apparently "never" does this, but he told me that though he's seen probably a thousand feet in his time, mine were dang near perfect for his tastes: soft skin, nice curve to the arches, and long, strong, flexible toes that could stretch, wave, and grab. He had me massage his legs with my toes, then he held my ankles and kissed and licked my toes. And then, he started running his fingernails (grown long) along the soles of my feet, and I jumped and pulled away! He held me just a little tighter to keep exploring my feet with his nails, and got me all giggly. He loved watching my toes twitch as he tickled them, especially at that spot where they join the balls of my feet. He also found that sensitive spot behind my knees. I can't say it beat the 30-minute massage, but I was having a great time.
He eventually went in for another 10 minutes, too.As the night wound down, I even got to foot-wrestle, and have my toes sucked, by another one of the models. My goodness, she had the softest skin I've ever felt! This might be partly because I'm usually touching guys, but still!
Anyway, she was really cheerful and sweet, so this was fun for me too. Afterwards, she gave me a ride back to my car, because the party organizers would not have me walking back there at this time of night! The party ended at 1 am.So in summary...
The guys were quite non-creepy. There was only one I met who was a real jerk - shooting video without permission (the party has a no-camera policy, except for staff). Everyone else was very considerate, and most were quite nice to be around.
The activties at the party were pretty tame. After looking at the footnight.com website about what happens at these parties, I was a little concerned. But I'd say about 95% of what went on was just toe-sucking and foot-licking. I know that one trampling scene happened (two girls standing, full weight, on the guy, and digging their stillettos into his abdomen). I also saw a couple other standing/walking on the guy scenes, usually in barefeet, and a dirty sock-sniffing scene. But that was it. Far tamer than what we do at gatherings, if you ask me.
Gosh, what else? Heck, I don't know... I'll let you ask me. And I hope you do - I'll feel all lonely if I wrote all this and no one has anything to say!
Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed reading about my foot-party experience. Please let me know what you think.
