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.

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.

Well, after my blister disaster on Friday, and some serious intensive foot care over the weekend, I have only one blister left to heal, and the others are just a bit pink. Whew.

I was looking very much forward to having my feet licked this week; I made some nice purchases for my session room and have been thinking of naughty things to do.

This afternoon I plan to take some more pics, so if you have any requests, send them my way!

Gracious me. I have had a crazy busy week with the launch of the site, some excitement at home, and out of town visitors. I was informed early in the week that one of my siblings was graduating college Friday and had forgotten to invite or even tell me. So we scrambled to prepare for our large number of family members coming to town and to attend the ceremony. This is where the “owie” part comes in.

I dressed for the occasion in a flowery summer dress, suitable for walking downtown in hot weather. I KNEW I wanted to save my pretty feet from any pain or discomfort, particularly because I had plans to visit with some of you over the weekend. So I chose a reliably classic and attractive pair of kitten heel mules I’ve owned for a few years. I have worn them many times, although not at all in the last year; and I knew they were perfect with the dress yet comfortable enough to trek many blocks from parking to the graduation. I’d originally purchased them to attend a wedding because I knew I’d be standing for many hours, and they worked wonderfully. My shiny pedicure looked hot, and I was happy.

We found parking fairly close, only about 6 blocks away; and began hoofing it to the graduation. By the time we’d gone 5 blocks I realized I was in trouble, my feet burning in pain at the edges where the sole and upper of the shoe met; but I could do nothing; we were running a bit late, and I couldn’t explain to my guests that my new line of work required perfect feet.

We found our seats, settled in, and found our graduate; standing until all grads had entered and seated themselves. The ceremony started and I gratefully sank into the seat to check the damage. Bad. Very Bad. Blisters, large ones, on the inner arch, and top of two toes on each foot. Throughout the ceremony I could feel them welling up with fluid, able to do nothing about it.

Walking back to the car I was torn. Go shoeless and risk other damage, or make the blisters worse and larger? I chose to walk sans shoes…I am a Texas girl after all, and every one of us learns to bear the searing pavement at a very young age. It didn’t feel THAT bad- it’s no where near the heat of summer; I knew my feet would be a bit raw for a day and of course, filthy. But I also haven’t had my ’summer feet’ on hot pavement for that long in many years.

When I arrived home I rushed straight to the bath and plunged them in cool water, allowing it to soak the grime from my feet. Gingerly toweling them off, I realized the soles were more than just raw, they were actually burned on the areas of my heels where I’d placed the most pressure in an effort to keep any damage to a minimum. And very red all over the rest of the sole. You know the way your feet feel after spending several hours walking around in one of those old fashioned concrete pools? Times a hundred….OWIE!

I slathered them in antibiotic ointment and a product I use called Bio oil, and put on a pair of fluffy cashmere socks infused with aloe. That was almost a whole day ago. I haven’t taken those socks off except to check my feet and add more ointments. They hurt like hell. And don’t look so sexy bare…but they do look markedly better than last night. So, today, rather than spending time with you lovelies, I’m going to be in intensive foot care.

And, planning for this week’s gallery theme …. socks and stockings week!

Maybe some boots thrown in as well….

I just sent out a batch of emails to all the responders to my October CraigsList ad “Experienced Foot Fetishist considering taking appointments..”

And I thought I’d take a minute to say hi to you guys.

Sorry it took longer than the month I’d originally planned for to get up and running. My father had 3 heart attacks in two weeks and things got a little busy for me. I know several of you replied to me and didn’t get a response back….truly sorry. That’s not like me. Keep in touch and you’ll see I’m very reliable.

Anyhoo…welcome. Yes, I’m taking appointments. Info is all on the Sessions page. If you email me asking for details that’s the link you’re going to get…I didn’t spend my time making the site for nothing! No, I don’t email out more pictures. There are plenty here. No, no face pics, sorry. I’m a grown up and the internet is a scary place, particularly when fetishes are involved…no need to identify me as the local fetish provider at HEB. I may put some in a membership area some time. I promise I’m easy on the eyes.

I plan to be adding galleries at least weekly, and possibly a members area. Are you interested in purchasing stockings/panties/custom vids/and the like? If so, I might add that as well.

Please feel free to comment or send me an email. I love discourse almost as much as intercourse!