I can nit-pick any part of my body and say how I dislike this or that. But not my feet, on that I must concede de-feet. I have super nice stompers, they are shapely, well maintained and a nice pale pinkish color.
No thanks! Not my tactile tootsies! The very thought of some strangers um.. appendages… um…dangling around my precious pedicured peddlers, no way! Needless to say I seriously underestimated the involvement these fetish people have with feet.
My ideas were much more whimsy, by far. A website, whereby patrons could patronize pictures and videos of my feet. I didn’t have any intention of doing explicitly naughty things with my feet. Just indirectly haughty things. Oh hush, if the shoe was on the other foot and the foot was as nice looking as mine you’d be thinking the same thing!
My foot persona would be Fifi Le’Foot!
The site would be various pictures of my feet on a pillow, walking around, trying on shoes, having lotion rubbed on them, being sprinkled with glitter. Maybe my feet want to go into water, so I dip a toe in but burr its too cold!
Stuff like that, stuff I could live with. Honestly I wouldn’t give a crap about family and friends knowing I ran a foot fetish site, as long as my feet were respectable! Making monies off people into looking at feet, who wouldn’t respect that kind of gusto?
The very worst I had intended was to have my feet spanked with a paddle, and even that idea was stolen from “King of the Hill.”
The site I wanted would be quirky and pretty much devoid of X-rated stuff. The pantomime style adventures of a set of fabulous faux French feet! I would never reveal who the set belonged to or communicate intimately with fans. The most I would offer, would be an annual Christmas card.