Indian Foot Worship Stories

Indian Foot Worship Stories
A couple years ago I was doing custodial work in a hospital and was in charge of cleaning the Nurse's breakrooms. On a couple of occasions, at the end of the day, I had noticed this one tall brunette (around 5'10" or so) nurse who used to take off her shoes and relax her bare feet on the chair next to her. She had the prettiest painted purple toes and what looked to be very large, soft feet. The next day, before she decided to sit down and still had her shoes on, I had overheard that she was having car problems and was waiting for the bus to arrive, which there was a gap between the end of her shift. Knowing that I was done with my shift to, here was a chance to make my move.... I told her I am done now too and would be more than happy to give you a ride home. She responded " OMG I really appreciate that, you don't mind, do you?" I said of course not (thinking in my head if she only knew)

I end up taking her home and when she was ready to leave the car, she thanked me several times and asked" What do I owe you for gas money?" I said nonsense don't worry about it, you are not that far from me. After going back and forth she finally gave in and said "Well ok, well I certainly owe you." As she opened the car door, I said wait, there is one thing..... I am turning really red at this point and said I can't help it but you have the most beautiful feet I ever seen. Do you like your feet massaged?" Very shocked she answered I knew you liked my feet, you kept staring at them. I love my feet massaged. Do you want to come in the house?" I said sure. We get in her house and I have to say I was a little surprised, the place was an absolute mess. I wouldn't expected an attractive professional nurse to live the way that she did.... dishes piled in the sink, laundry all over, it was like a zoo she had dogs, cats, birds, it stunk in there. She reiterated a few times to "Please excuse the mess and that she can't stand a clean house" (and giggled) So after moving a couple things off her couch in her very messy living room, she proceeds to kick off her very well-worn light blue Asics sneakers… She then says "Oh my feet ache so bad, you came to the rescue." She then gets to the socks, which were mismatched multi colored and stained.... I could already sense of strong smell brewing, Once she kicked off those it was game over and vinegar and strong cheesy blend permeated the room. She laughed and said " I hope you like stinky feet" I said I do. I proceeded to give them a big solid long whiff and was so turned on. I then went ahead and gave her a long, 30 min foot massage and smelled her feet, shoes and socks over and over. It was like I was in heaven.... This was our little secret. She had switched jobs and haven't had as much contact but do still call her every now and then. She had some of the best size 10 soles I have seen. I wish I had some pics.
Wow, so , did you met her again

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So... after several attempts and missed phone calls and texts me and the nurse finally reconnected last night.... it was fantastic!
Update, I did reconnect with the Nurse last night. I have tried to connect with her more often. i have tried texting, calling, etc. Finally around last week she returned my call and we chatted. I explained how much I love her beautiful feet and would love to massage and worship them more frequently. After going back and forth she basically said look I appreciate you and all, but it is a little weird and she giggled. She goes I mean I like my feet massaged and all, but I can't believe you really enjoy this. I told her that it's a fetish I have had for a very long time. She started to understand and replied I see, I see. Well in that case, she said what's in it it for me? - I mean I like having my feet massaged but what else am I getting out of it other than your personal pleasure? I said good point, as I thought in my head what to say next.

Then all the sudden she goes I'll make you a deal and giggled.... She says remember your mother's delicious food? I said yeah of course (My mother is straight from Italy and makes amazing homemade Italian food. One time when the Nurse was over my mom had brought four homemade cannolis over for my sons and me, just before the Nurse arrived. The Nurse had other plans and wasn't going to share LOL... she ate all four of the cannolis LOL) Remembering this she said I remember those cannolis were sooooo good and remember you saying what a good cook she is. You bring me her food, then you can massage my feet. Knowing that my mother is constantly making delicious food, I figure this is no problem at all.

A week passes and its finally time to meet up with the Nurse at her house - it's still a pig pen and a complete mess LOL. I greet her and hug her and make a little small talk about COVID and all. During this time she is eyeing the Tupperware and what treats I have. As I was telling her something, she interrupts and says so what do you got for food and laughed and explained that she was so hungry after working all day. I showed her the pasta dish and she practically ripped it out of my hand and immediately attacked the piece of bread that went with it. She explained let me eat before we get into the feet. Side note, I know other guys are into the burping fetish too, when she was eating the pasta dish she gulped down a big swig of Coke and let out one of the biggest, longest burps I have ever heard. I looked in disbelief as she giggled. I said I can't believe you just burped out loud like that.... the men in my family never do that lol. She looked at me and laughed and said, you see the way I keep my house, I'm a pig Oink, Oink, Oink!

As dinner is ending she is making her way to the living room for the main event. I told her that I needed to get something out of car (a surprise) She says okay I'm going to lay on the couch. I come back in and give her the surprise - its a tray of assorted homemade Italian cookies. At this point the Nurse is ecstatic and is saying I thought the dinner was delicious enough and was very grateful. As she started eat a couple she was in heaven, ooing and awwwing at how good they were. She said if you bring me this food you can worship my feet all you want.

Eating them left and right, she looked at me and says ok massage my smelly feet and giggled.I proceed to take off her socks (ST Patrick's themed- the Nurse is Irish) She said that she had worn the same socks for 5 shifts straight once she found out I was coming. I am so turned on at this point as she is letting me worship these rancid socks all the while she is still pigging out on cookies. I have never seen anybody eat as many cookies as she did. One after another with what seemed like one was tastier than the previous. She was very gluttonous LOL.

Smelling her socks was one of the best experiences i have ever had. Once I got to her feet I couldn't be more happier. She had green painted nails and waved them in my face. Over and over she kept laughing saying to smell her feet and give me more cookies.... it was the hottest thing ever.  The smell was more vinegary than the previous times. We both had a lot of fun. As I was getting ready to leave she thanked me for the food and reiterated you bring me this kind of food you can worship my feet whenever you want....looks like I found a new strategy LOL.
Wow, this sounds like it could be the intro to an awesome (fictional) story where you become the nurse's cleanup servant (eventually slave) in return for being allowed to worship her feet.
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Sounds fictional! With so many encounters not a single picture?
Personally I don't want this to turn fictional unless things end and we're told about it. I think it's interesting enough as it is. Sounds kind of fun/funny and I've always wanted to find someone who is on their feet alot to worship like this, still seeking someone currently that can really appreciate the massages and attention too so I can relate.

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My first experience of my foot fetish is rather vague and short but I can remember i was very young and for p.e we had to use a school parachute. coming
towards the end of the session i can remember an assitant teacher sitting next to me who took her shoes of revealing her bare feet and help fold the parachute
away i think i said to someone next to me, "shall we hide her shoes" nothing ever materialised though and that i believe is when my footfetish began.

I can remeber was when i was in my 6th year at school. I didnt like my teacher very much and she looked ok but you could do better. I remember she used to wear
black shoes they were sort of like flip flops but a bit bulkier, The first time i remember seeing her feet was under her desk. She would slip her toes from the
top of the shoe to the bottom, creating a nice arch, on a regular basis. But during a lesson of maths i remember her standing at the whiteboard explainin
something, when she lifted on foot out of her flipflop like shoes and then put it back down again, not in her shoe but on the floor she did this several times
until she finally found her shoe again.

Another experience of my school teachers feet came in 2nd year of secondary school. Geography was the lesson and in a seating plan i was sat near the front
of the class and could see behind her desk on occasions. For the first few months she wore shoes that made it impossible to stare at her feet but durin the
spring term i think i realised she began to wear open top shoes and tights. Fortunatly during the spring term we all had to do a presentation, and my teacher
was on a table opposite me. At the time i thought it would be a good chance to see if she dangled her shoes, and she did, for the rest of the year i was always
tryin to get a good look at her feet incase her shoes fell of. If i remember correctly i think they did.

Possibly my best ever foot fetish experience came at the end of the school year on a trip to germany. I was sat in the middle of the bus and was unlucky yet
incredlibly lucky to sit where i was. A teacher on the trip was sat directly opposite to me on the other side of the bus on her own. We got into France and she
took of her shoes and went for a sleep she rested her head on the window and because she was sitting on her own she was able to stretch her legs across her
extra seat, and leave her extreamly smooth soles practically in my face (ever time i turned round). she did this numerous times of the trip each time i wished
i could have licked, massaged sucked, or tickled them. And better news was to come when i found out that she was my french teacher the next year giving me
another opportunity to stare at her soles and toes.

In my 3rd year of secondary school i got a female drama teacher unfortunatly she left about 5 months into the school year but evey time we had here for lessons
she would be bare foot in trousers walking across the floor.

In my 4th year, i had another attractive teacher whos feet i wanted to see. She would often wear strappie stillettos makin it possible to see her feet but
towards the end of the year she wore open tops. she didnt slip them out very often but when i was sat next to her on a computer one day she was moving them
about quite a bit and a big turn on for me.
One of my favourite subject matters, teacher's feet, and this seems a better place to respond than my own thread in the 'experiences and
anecdotes' page.

I can't recall my first ever sighting of female teacher feet, but I can remember a time from when I was 7 years old, one of my teachers (a pleasantly plump
woman) was demonstrating how to pick things up without hurting ourselves. I remember she had a slightly off kilter dress sense even for the early 80s, she
seemed to wear a lot of muted colours like purple or claret and looked somewhat arty. Anyway, while teaching us how to pick things up, using a tissue as a
prop, as well as doing all of the usual 'bend your knees, bend over slowly' stuff, she left the best for last by slipping off her clog and using her
dark brown stocking toes to clench the tissue between each toe, and lift it that way.

Best of all, she demonstrated it about three times, the clog being slipped on and off over and over. I was disappointed when it stopped, for needless to say
I'd been playing very close attention...!

I've got a fair bit more, aged from 9 to 19, I'll share them here.

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I had a real thing for many of my elementary school teachers' feet. I remember being really turned on by
the feet of my first grade teacher, Mrs. E. She was a young blonde woman with really dynamite legs and really gorgeous feet. I remember being very excited
whenever she kicked her shoes off under her desk. (The desks in our elementary school all had open fronts in the middle that afforded us kiddies perfect views
of our teachers' legs and feet). It's almost as if they were designed with the young foot fetishist in mind.

Mrs. E's feet really did the trick. She wore pantyhose with reinforced toes and heels (this was the early
to mid-1960s), and I could always see her luscious toes through the slightly darker opacity of the reinforced toe of her stockings. She had shapely feet with
nice arches and really lovely, beautifully-shaped toes.

My third grade teacher, Mrs. O, an Audrey Hepburn look-a-like, also had shapely legs and beautiful feet.

She was always dipping her feet in and out of her high-heeled shoes or dangling one shoe from her toe tips while playing around with the other shoe. She would
also quite often just kick her shoes off entirely, sitting at her desk and wiggling and flexing her nyloned toes!

I used to enjoy gazing at her hosed feet and legs whenever she put on a foot show, which was a daily occurrence. I really loved staring at her feet, and I
adored her lovely toes! She was the first women who ever noticed me staring at her toes and feet with abject lust!

One of my classmates also took notice of Mrs. O's toes and feet, but he had other designs on them. He once
brought a baby snapper to school in a shoebox and then sicked the menacing little reptile on Mrs. O's thoroughly vulnerable hosed toes.

The turtle bit several of her toes!

OUCH!

My fifth grade language arts teacher, Mrs. M., had phenomenal legs and feet. Like most women, she wore high heels all the time, but couldn't stand the way
those pumps pinched her precious little piggies, so she kicked off her shoes almost every day and walked around the classroom in her hosed feet. I used to get
erections all the time staring at Mrs. M's lovely feet and tasty toes. She would sometimes sit at the edge of the top of her desk with one leg crossed over
the other, jiggling her feet and wiggling her toes. She probably had no idea she was putting on a foot show for any budding young foot fetishist sitting in her
classroom. Watching Mrs. M's feet, I used to imagine peeling her pantyhose off and kissing her feet and sucking on her delectable toes! What a little perv,
right?

We put a play on in fifth grade - some nonsense about the pilgrims - with Mrs. M as the director. During one
of the rehearsals, she was sitting on some bleacher-like seating. I snuck around behind and beneath the bleachers at one point and walked over to where she was
sitting. I circled around in front of her, made sure that she couldn't see me, and just stood there with a perfect, up-close view of her lovely, hosed
toes. I remember inspecting her toes closely and even getting close enough to them to smell the faint odor of sweat, shoe leather, and nylon that emanated from
them. I found the faint, sweet odor of her feet to be totally intoxicating.

I wanted to pop her big toes in my mouth and suck the bejesus out of them! I wanted to kiss all of her little
toes. I settled for staring at her gorgeous toes and sniffing them. Just before leaving, I got really bold touched the tip of my tongue to the big toe of her
right foot.

For the rest of the year, her lovely feet and scrumptious toes turned me on even more. I
would fantasize at night about licking and kissing Mrs. M's toes, paying special attention to her big toes.

In college, I became involved with one of my teachers. She was a grad student and
teaching assistant for a sociology course I took. She totally loved the fact that I was into her feet, and we used to involve her toes and feet in most of our
lovemaking! The first time we really hooked up was after a bout of drinking in which I drank champagne from the heel of one of her pumps!
"So. The Spear-Danes in days gone by
and the kings who ruled them had courage and greatness.
We have heard of those princes' heroic campaigns...."
Beowulf (Seamus Heaney, trans.)
Oh, it's about that time of the year.....TFC is recycling his stories.
Yes, it is that time of year....

Time for the sock puppet of Deadly Pixxxie known as SuperFizzyLizzy to make yet another tiresome and meaningless negative comment in a long series of tiresome
and meaningless negative comments....

No one's listening. Least of all, me.
"So. The Spear-Danes in days gone by
and the kings who ruled them had courage and greatness.
We have heard of those princes' heroic campaigns...."
Beowulf (Seamus Heaney, trans.)
Dude, I'd shut up if you'd put up some fresh stories.

Don't get me wrong, your stories are top notch & very entertaining....but you keep posting the...same...old...shit....over and over and over again.
Come up with some fresh material, man. That's all.
I myself have only had a few teachers with cute feet. most recently last semester in college my accounting teacher always had stockings on and would take her
feet out of her shoes and rest them on a chair or table. it was soo hot. she always had her long toes painted bright red or pink. she had smooth soles and long
slender feet.

My best teacher memory was back in my high school days. My Spanish teacher was beautiful. from her head to her toes. she had smooth tan skin and her body was
soo amazing. once spring rolled around she always wore sandals to show of her toes which were always painted and taken care of. she would always slide her
shoes off and flex her feet and rub her toes on the carpet. she had a desk in the back and luckily I sat
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