amandahaze
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This is from a PM exchange I had with another member and he thought that others might be interested. I could bump up my initiation story that this relates to, but I am leery about bumping old stories. This kind of stands alone on its own also.
We were both in college and had been dating about 6 months. Jeff started paying more attention to my feet, and one day he tied me (fully clothed) to his dorm bed so he could take off my shoes and socks and kiss my feet. I thought it was cool that he felt close enough to me to do that and soon he was kissing them whenever we fooled around. I even let him take some Polaroids of me (that we still have--one of the benefits of staying together is that nobody felt compelled to destroy them), and I took one of him kissing my feet. I was going to show it to my sister but when I mentioned that Jeff rubbed my feet she said "gross, feet are nasty" so I never told her about anything else he did.
In our sophomore year he had an apartment---more tying up, more feet, more Polaroids. He even took one of me with my hands tied behind my back, kissing his feet (still have that one too.) When one of us was tied up there were threats of tickling, but it was never done. I would sometimes tickle his nipples while giving him head but he never once acted like he was going to tickle me. And even though we didn't talk about it a lot, we knew that we were doing things that most couples didn't do--bondage and feet and naked photos. It was all very cool to us.
Then the end of our sophomore year is when my hazing happened. As you read, I was "tied" and had my feet written on and cleaned. (Later I found that specific activity was in a book of "icebreakers" used by our trainers, except the tying-up part was not emphasized). So it was all supposed to be silly and innocent. I never once thought about not telling him what happened, because to me it was not a big deal.
To him it was a huge deal. He immediately hated the thought that my bare feet had been on such public display for other guys, and that other guys had done things to them, and that they had seen me in such a vulnerable and "embarrassing" position.
I can go on, but that's the basics up to that point.
We were both in college and had been dating about 6 months. Jeff started paying more attention to my feet, and one day he tied me (fully clothed) to his dorm bed so he could take off my shoes and socks and kiss my feet. I thought it was cool that he felt close enough to me to do that and soon he was kissing them whenever we fooled around. I even let him take some Polaroids of me (that we still have--one of the benefits of staying together is that nobody felt compelled to destroy them), and I took one of him kissing my feet. I was going to show it to my sister but when I mentioned that Jeff rubbed my feet she said "gross, feet are nasty" so I never told her about anything else he did.
In our sophomore year he had an apartment---more tying up, more feet, more Polaroids. He even took one of me with my hands tied behind my back, kissing his feet (still have that one too.) When one of us was tied up there were threats of tickling, but it was never done. I would sometimes tickle his nipples while giving him head but he never once acted like he was going to tickle me. And even though we didn't talk about it a lot, we knew that we were doing things that most couples didn't do--bondage and feet and naked photos. It was all very cool to us.
Then the end of our sophomore year is when my hazing happened. As you read, I was "tied" and had my feet written on and cleaned. (Later I found that specific activity was in a book of "icebreakers" used by our trainers, except the tying-up part was not emphasized). So it was all supposed to be silly and innocent. I never once thought about not telling him what happened, because to me it was not a big deal.
To him it was a huge deal. He immediately hated the thought that my bare feet had been on such public display for other guys, and that other guys had done things to them, and that they had seen me in such a vulnerable and "embarrassing" position.
I can go on, but that's the basics up to that point.




