I myself had a wonderful time: my feet were pampered, kissed, massaged and they even managed to do some trampling on a particularly handsome victim.
I feel invigorated.
I just got back from the foot fetish party at the lounge. I had an even more wonderful time than I expected.
I wore a short jean skirt (zippers up each side), a black lace-trimmed tank top, and knee-high black boots.
Underneath I wore a black lacy see-through low-cup bra, matching garter belt and thigh-high black stockings.
And pearls.
My hair was up.
I received a foot and whole leg massage from the nicest guy there. He told me about how his 9 year marriage (and 10 year relationship) ended about a year ago. The whole time he never told her he had a foot fetish. He became a lounge member just so he could come to this event.
While being luxuriously rubbed, I had a lovely poly talk with another poly girl (who was also getting rubbed by a different guy).
And then I had front row seats to a good ol' fashioned trampling. This woman put her husband inside of a leather body bag. He wore a leather mask. His wife pulled his cock and balls out of a small hole in the body bag. There were holes in the bag over his nipples. He loved being walked on and kicked and trampled by women in heels. He loved it and groaned with agony-pleasure.
A pregnant Jennifer jumped up and down on his balls (the rest of the men could barely watch).
It was loads of fun.
And my legs feel great.
I think I'll go again to the next one (couple months away).
