And now I have even more time to have my feet worshipped! I’ll have to send him a thank you note.

After a few weeks of several very nice sessions with some of you (thanks, you know who you are!) I have been on a little break, enjoying the start of summer. I really DID mean to upload some new pics while vacationing. But you know, leisure time should stay leisure time. So it did.

I did purchase some new and very cute flip flops and new gym shoes. I WILL upload pictures of those today, and maybe a peek at my shoe closet. Now I can relegate my old pair to getting really dirty and sweaty. I had a request for a smelly session and realized that in fact, my feet just don’t stink. I smelled every pair of shoes I own, even those several years old had almost no odor at all. Why would they….Goddesses don’t stink.

I’m Bianca, a foot fetish lover in my early thirties. I’m available for foot fetish sessions in Austin Texas by appointment and maintain this site with my foot fetish pictures and blog.

I love having my feet worshipped, licked, sucked, massaged and admired; it can be so fun to tease a man with my sexy feet in enticing heels or feminine sandals. I also love dominating men with my feet, from light to heavy domination, trampling to smelly sessions. I am an admitted shoe addict, and one of my favorite things to do is to take a man shoe shopping with me and tease him mercilessly before taking him home for rewards.

I like high heels, flip flops, boots, pantyhose and stockings…but I’m really a barefoot girl- my shoes never stay on long. When men and women alike notice my sexy shoes and pedicured toes, I notice. And tease. Nothing pleases me more than a man who kisses my feet before I tell him to.

Please check my session info and caviats, disclaimers, and good things to know (aka my policies) before requesting an appointment….I’m not an escort, nor do I operate like a drive through. When we spend time together it is special and unique, unhurried and focused all on the love of feet. My feet.

…of all you foot lovers getting to lick my feet because he’s been trying to get at them every chance he gets. Here he is thanking me for a morning beating and serving as my footrest as we both caught our breath afterwards. The pics turned out a bit blurry because, well, I was focusing on the beating and not the pictures.

Today I was returning home from running errands when I got drawn into a reading of Yiyun Li’s “Extra,” an excerpt from “A Thousand Year of Good Prayers” read by Lois Smith on NPR/PRI Selected Shorts episode “Lessons in Parenting” (this week’s episode, podcast updated Monday 9pm). It  about an old spinster woman who briefly served as the surrogate, second wife of an ailing Chinese Party member before ill fate beset her. Her husband, already dying, has an accident for which she is blamed by his family, and she found herself lucky to be employed at a school for children of the wealthy and unable to afford the luxury of considering her own loss. In this position she again steps in as surrogate for a sad six year old boy who’s own mother has been replaced in his father’s home. They are both ‘extra’ … in the way, not quite fitting with the rest, best gotten rid of.

This story captivated me for many reasons; I could find myself relating to granny as she tries to move her way gratefully through life alone. However, it was her charge, Tang…and his stealing and hiding of girls socks in his pillowcase that sullied the entire arrangement for them both, and kept me sitting in my car in the driveway until the story was done. Granny had no knowledge of or care for understanding why Tang had been feretting away the girls soiled socks, balled up neatly inside of his pillowcase. She thought about quietly taking them when she found them. But she loved her boy and couldn’t bear the thought of him reaching to find something so obviously precious to him, for reasons she did not understand, to find nothing; and instead undertook the task of finding replacement socks so that no one would know.

“…this must be what falling in love is like” … she thinks to herself. Of course she was unsuccessful in hiding Tang’s secret. One night Tang was discovered under his mosquito netted bed covers, a soiled girls sock- the kind printed with flowers- on each hand, rubbing them over his face. He was shamed and punished- the sick little boy who steals girls socks and … DOES things with them. She tries to comfort him, a humiliated six year old who misses his mother and who -even taking up so little space in the world- is ‘extra’ and unwanted even when ‘away’ at school. Dismissed shortly after this attempt fails, she walks away with only her lunch bucket, severance, and several packages of printed girls socks, a memento of the brief love and long pain.

It made me think about so many things. Poor little boy. Missing his mommy and sating himself with soiled socks; too young to have come to his fetish for prurient reasons. Poor granny, who didn’t want to understand but did all the same know that this one thing sustained poor little Tang. His mother, herself banished- she promised to come for Tang but one knows she never could or would. Oedipus. Id and super-ego and how much they operate outside of the knowledge of the every day ego which is so bound by their actions. How small socks, thin and printed and slightly worn, might feel mesmerizing to rub repeatedly, autistic-trance-style, over one’s cheeks in the dark of night.

If you have ten minutes or so to listen to a bittersweet story that isn’t dirty or really foot-fetish related but will make you think, I highly suggest it.