Femdom Foot Fetish (Feet and BDSM Erotica)

By Chrissy Wild

Jamie was at a used bookstore when he spotted the beautiful female employee behind the counter at the cashier.

She was college-aged, and probably a part-time employee based on her relaxed and lazy demeanor. What got Jamie’s attention most was that she was leaning back in her chair with her bare feet up on the counter.

The young woman had her feet up where customers go to pay for books. This struck Jamie as disrespectful. He thought it was somewhat gross, but he couldn’t help but stare at her feet. She had bright pink nail polish on her toenails, and the bottoms of her feet were dirty. He never thought about it before, but now he wondered if he had a foot fetish.

He would do anything to get close to those sexy feet, even if it meant suffered the abuse of the gorgeous but sadistic young woman whose feet they belonged to...

This erotic story contains extreme BDSM and female domination. It contains sexual themes involving characters who are consenting adults, all over the age of 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fem
• Release date: Aug 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516376537

Book preview

Jamie was at a used bookstore, bored out of his mind, until he spotted the beautiful female employee behind the counter at the cashier. She was college-aged, and probably a part-time employee based on her relaxed and lazy demeanor. The thing that got Jamie’s attention most was that she was leaning back in her chair with her bare feet up on the cashier counter.

The young woman had her feet up where customers go to pay for books. This struck Jamie as incredibly disrespectful and distasteful. He thought it was somewhat gross, but he couldn’t help but stare at her feet. She had bright pink nail polish on her toenails, and the bottoms of her feet were a little dirty. He never thought about it before, but now he wondered if he had a foot fetish.

As he browsed the books, trying to take his attention off the girl and her sexy, dirty feet, he couldn’t help himself from glancing back. A manager told the girl to do something. She dismissed him, continuing to play on her phone and playing with her long, brunette hair, while chewing gum loudly.

She had her feet crossed at the ankles, and she was wiggling her feet and toes ever so slightly. If Jamie paid for a book, he could get so close to her feet he could touch them. Maybe he could do it by mistake. He wondered if her feet smelled, and if he could smell them from in front of the