by Jack K
A little bit of backstory: I'm a pretty normal, good looking straight guy in my late 20s. I've had a foot fetish my whole life, mainly for womens feet but have always had a secret thing for certain guys' feet. Especially middle-aged Indian mens' feet. When I was a little kid, I attended a birthday party at Chuck E Cheese and saw an Indian dad standing by the ball pit watching his kids. I noticed right away that he was barefoot for some reason and he had his right foot crossed to the side of the other with his toes curled against the carpet, exposing his big wrinkled sole. Ever since that moment, I had a secret obsession with Indian men's feet. Unfortunately, I never had the chance to fulfill this fantasy, especially since I never really had much interest in guys besides feet.
I was recently at my local mechanic to get an oil change, waiting in the lobby sitting area when an Indian man walked in and approached the front desk. I didn't think much of him. He was probably in his late 40s, early 50s, slightly balding, wearing glasses, a polo shirt, khaki shorts and flip flops. Even with my fantasy, I didn't really pay him much mind but I definitely noticed the flip flops.
I went back to looking at my phone and eventually I heard the Indian man raise his voice to the guy at the front desk. "I can't believe my car is not done yet! You're lucky I don't make you kiss my feet!", the man said with an accent. I was shocked, not only because he was getting upset but because of what he said. I'm sure you can imagine why that caught my attention. He told the front desk guy that he got an uber to the mechanic to check on his car and now he did not have a ride home and will be late for a meeting (sounds like he worked from home). The front desk guy apologized but couldn't really help him in any other way but to tell him they're working on his car as quickly as they can. The Indian man sat down in a chair next to me angrily and called what I assume was his wife on the phone furiously speaking in another language.
This is where my attention was really caught. All while he was on the phone, he had his left leg crossed over his right with his flip flop still on the floor. This means his bare sole was inches away from my leg, right in plain sight. While he was furiously talking to his wife, he was flexing, wiggling and spreading his toes like crazy. I pretended to be looking down at my phone but of course I was staring the whole time at this man's feet. It was like a dream come true, especially after what he said to the guy at the front desk, my imagination was going wild. Also, I started feeling the blood rushing to my penis, which caught me a little off guard.
The front desk guy called me up to let me know that my car was ready. While I was about to walk to my car, I had a wild idea and did something very spontaneous. I went up to the Indian man and said "excuse me sir, I heard that you need a ride home. I wouldn't mind giving you a lift if it will help you out?" The guy actually smiled and said "oh, thank you, that would be very nice." He promptly ended his phone conversation and he followed me to my car. I shook his hand, introduced myself and so did he. He actually seemed pretty nice even though he was definitely a jerk to the mechanic. But I could tell this guy definitely had a dark side.
The man said he only lived a few minutes away so it was a pretty short drive. I learned that he was an IT consultant and his family was actually in India visiting family so he has had the house to himself for the past couple of weeks. When we pulled up in front of his house he said he really appreciated the ride and asked how could he pay me back. This is where I got even more bold than before. I said "well, I hope this doesn't freak you out but I was curious...why did you tell that guy that he should kiss your feet earlier?" The man laughed and said "Oh, that caught your attention huh? Maybe YOU should be the one kissing my feet then?" I didn't even know what to say at that point. My face felt flushed and I felt like I had a lump in my throat. He just sat there and smiled at me and told me to come inside for a little bit. Still silent, I turned off my car, got out and followed him inside. It was sort of a weird awkward situation since I hadn't said a word since but it was like I was under some sort of spell. My heart was racing, my palms were sweating and I just couldn't wait to find out what was about to happen.
When we got inside of his house, he immediately kicked off his flip flops at the door and we walked into his home office. I noticed there were lots of pictures with his family. It looked like he had a few kids with his wife and was an unsuspecting, normal dad. But he was definitely a dad with a secret. He sat down at his desk in a big comfy office chair and told me he had a meeting he had to jump onto. "Lay down right under my desk by my feet", he said. My heart started racing even faster and harder. It felt like I wasn't getting enough blood to my brain. I immediately complied and I laid down, face up with my head right between his bare feet. He then crossed his feet and then rested them directly onto my face, I couldn't believe it. He said "while I'm on my call, I want you to kiss and lick every inch of my feet and don't miss a spot." I immediately said "yes sir."
I was never in this type of situation before. I've always been a pretty dominant guy, especially with women and even around other men. I've never taken orders from another man in my life, especially one instructing me on how to take care of his bare feet. The best thing was that, this man's feet reminded me so much of the feet I saw when I was a kid at the birthday party. His skin was brown, his feet were pretty big about a size 12 and he had massive, wrinkled soles. He had domineering long toes with full nailbeds and his toenails were slightly longer than the tip of his toe. His feet honestly looked like they could be model worthy. Something told me, this was not the first time he had his feet worshipped. As he talked on the meeting, he wiggled his toes furiously, flexed his feet around and rubbed them together all over my face. His feet had a slight vinegar smell and it drove me crazy. I started feverishly licking his sole like a lapdog and licking in between each toe. All the while, he was basically ignoring me while on his call. It was so exciting that the people he was talking to had no idea what was happening under his desk.
After about 10 minutes of me devotedly worshipping his feet, he signaled me to turn my body around, basically instructing me to turn my body so that my crotch was facing him. Once I did this, he crossed his feet directly onto my crotch. I was wearing basketball shorts, and my boner was very much visible. I guess he noticed and decided that he wanted to do something about it. He eventually stretched one leg out so that it was directly in my face, giving me an amazing sole show. Of course again, wiggling and flexing his long dexterous toes right in my face. The other foot was still placed firmly on my crotch. With that foot, he started rubbing my cock through my shorts. It had only been 10 seconds of this when he scrunched all of his toes very tightly on his one foot and then spread his toes super wide apart in an elegant motion. As soon as he did this, I EXPLODED with a huge cumshot in my shorts. It was like he commanded me to cum with the motion of his toes and without saying a word. The orgasm felt like it lasted forever and he did not stop rubbing my dick through my shorts until there was basically no cum left to get out. My basketball shorts were completely soiled.
Even though he was doing all of this to me, he didn't take his attention away from his call at all. He reached over, grabbed a towel that was on his desk and threw it at me to clean myself up. At that point, it became very clear that I was dealing with a true foot master. I got up from under his desk and tried to clean myself up as much as possible right there in his office. Once I was finished, he told his colleagues he had to mute his mic for a second. He passed me a pen and paper and said to me "now you know the power of my feet. Write down your number and I'll let you know when you'll serve my feet again." I immediately did what he said and passed him my number. He gave me a wave and with that, I knew it was time for me to leave. He went back to his call and I walked out of my house and back to my car.
I sat in the driver's seat for a minute or two after I got in, astonished at what had just happened. I didn't know what exactly to feel. I felt like I was owned now. But it was an utterly amazing experience. I drove home, only thinking about what just happened. I could still taste his feet in my mouth. All I could hope was that I would hear from this man again and have another chance to be his foot slave.
