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The Many Fetishes of Gwen	By : Flashlight Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 12277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Feet... They've been with us since the time our mothers carried us in their uteri... that is unless you had amputations or birth defects. We walked, ran, and stood up with our feet; in fact, we have feet to carry our weight and allow us to move. Though I think we should be grateful that our feet were there for us, there are some situations where that went overboard.
Although BDSM is popular enough to be the first thing you'd think of if you heard the word “fetish,” foot fetishism is more common. Realistically, foot fetishism is the most common form of sexual fetishism. The reason for foot fetishism's commonplace nature is due to a psychological link. Although our feet are physiologically further away from the torso than our genitals, the psychological link between feet and genitalia are right next to each other. Since these psychological links may intertwine, some people may develop sexual thoughts towards bare feet.
As a fetish enthusiast, I know that people have their preferences when it comes to their kinks. Some foot fetishists like clean feet while others like dirty feet. Likewise, some foot fetishists like tickling people's feet, some like licking feet, and some simply like looking at feet. If I had to list more, then I'd be talking about opinions directed towards feet for the rest of this page.
As for my personal experience, I had some fun with feet. I'm not too passionate about feet, but it's up there: right below transformation and BDSM. Now, the first time I dealt with foot fetishism took place between Total Drama Action and Total Drama World Tour. It was the Sunday after I made Bridgette my pet for a day.
In the afternoon, my mother made some green tea for the two of us. Drinking tea has been my favorite way to spend some time with my mother aside from our BDSM sessions. This time, howver, things were a little... different. My mom and I drank our tea like we normally would, but after I finished mine, I felt woozy. I tried to stay awake, but I failed. My mother put a knock-out drug in my tea, so I was unconscious for some time.
When I woke up, I had no clue where I was. Despite still being at my house, it was a side effect of being taken elsewhere while I unconscious. I looked at myself and noticed that I was all tied up. I didn't have a gag in my mouth, but my arms were bound in a straitjacket and my feet were bound in a pair of stocks. “Um... Mom? Why am I tied up?”
“Because, Gwen, I wanted to show you something new.”
I looked at my feet and noticed that they were bare. I watched as my mother gently massaged my feet. “You tied me up just to massage my feet?”
“Not exactly.” My mother moved her hands to my soles. Her fingers moved around faster around my soles.
“H-h-h-hey..!” I laughed at my mother's mercy as my exposed feet were tickled. I have to admit, it was one heck of a surprise.
“My... You're quite ticklish down there, Gwen.”
“Th-th-thanks, m-m-m-mom...”
My mom continued to tickle me mercilessly until I began to cachinnate. She took her hands off of my feet; however, that was just the beginning. My mom laid down in prone position, making sure she was facing my feet. Soon, my mom began to lick my feet. My mom certainly knew how to lick a girl's feet. As she licked my feet, I guffawed; my mom's tongue proved to be a more effective tickling tool than her fingers. My toes wiggled as my feet fruitlessly tried to escape my mom's damp tongue. I never thought I'd laugh this much since I was tickled as a child. If I recall correctly, I think my stomach was the most ticklish part of my body, but I think my feet proved to be just as ticklish as my stomach. After a while, my mom stopped licking my feet.
“Wow...” I panted after the “tickle torture” I endured. “I didn't think you still had it in you.”
“Thanks, Gwen.” My mom freed me from the stocks; however, she didn't free me from my straitjacket. My mom stripped herself, much to my arousal. Once she was in her birthday suit, my mom sat down and spread her legs. As much as I wanted to eat her out, my mom had something else in mind. “Give me your feet, Gwen.”
“Umm... Okay.” First, I approached my mom, then I sat down. I reached for my mom's pussy and, sure enough, I put my toes inside of her. Since feet don't articulate like hands, the best I could do was wiggle my toes inside my mom's pussy. My mom's melodious moans filled the room as I gave her a footjob. Eventually, she came onto my toes.
“I'll clean that up for you, dear.” My mom got into a kneeling position. She picked my left leg up (since that's the leg I used to give my mom a footjob) and sucked her cum off of my left foot. “Hey, you do know how to bind a girl with your feet, right?”
“I guess...”
“Well, I'd like to have fun, too.” My mom grabbed a black straitjacket for herself. Since my straitjacket was white, my mom's idea of Yin-Yang bondagettes playing with each other was pretty creative. My mom put on the straitjacket on. “You think you can bind me in this?”
“Sure.”
It was a rather difficult, but with a little bit of concentration, I pulled it off. It took some pushing and a little pulling to bind my mother. The hard parts had to be done by using my mouth.
“Oh my... I never thought you'd get it right on your first try.”
“It took a bit of work, mom.” I smiled at my mother.
“I'll say. Now, let me get ready.” My mom walked to the pair of stocks I was bound in. “Okay, lock me up, dear.”
“Okay, mom.” I connected both ends of the wooden board before I locked her feet inside. With her feet at my mercy, it was time for me to get my “revenge.” I laid down in front of my mom's feet, ready to strike. I quickly started to lick my mom's feet, much to our amusement.
“O-o-oh my..!” My mom laughed as much as I did when my feet got licked. “Thahahahat's m-m-my most ti-ti-ti-ticklish spot, G-g-g-gwen..!”
“Thanks.”
My mom laughed uncontrollably as I licked her soft feet. I have to admit, I think my mom's feet are a bit softer than mine. I had so much fun licking my mom's feet that I even chuckled while licking her feet. It was just so amusing to hear my my laugh and to watch her feet wiggle against my tongue. Eventually, I stopped licking my mom's feet.
“So, did you like it?” My mom asked.
“Yep.” I picked up the key with my toes. It was a bit more difficult to do with my feet than it would be with my hands, but I unlocked the stocks and released my mother from them. “You know what time it is, mom.” I spread my legs for my mom.
“Yep.” My mom dipped her right foot into my pussy. I moaned as I took the footjob from my mother. It's as if my mom desperately wants me to cum. I obliged, and man... My mom's right foot was soaked in cum.
“Allow me to clean that up for you, mom.” I sucked my mom's toes, making sure I got my cum off of them. Once I let go of my mom's toes, I licked around my mom's right foot. I made sure I licked every drop of cum off of my mom's right foot. It was one hell of a treat.
“You know, Gwen, I think this is something you could get used to.”
“I think so too, mom.”
Despite our session being a foot thing, we couldn't resist ending our session without some straitjacket sex. We got into scissoring position, then ground into each other. The moans we made as we had sex were harmonic. We didn't stop until we both came. That was the end of the first session I had that involved foot fetishism. I have to admit, while home is the safest way to express my fetishes, it isn't the only place to show off my kinkiness.
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