An Interview with the Foot Freak

I was surprised when I walked into the dimly lit office the university had set up for our interviews, that he was already seated. I expected a small, sweaty guy with acne and greasy hair, but he was none of those things. He was no male model, but you would only suspect him to be your average adult male not the foot fetish pervert I had lined up to interview.

Let me explain, my name is Michelle de Young and I am a psychiatry major doing one of my final papers. We were to find interesting mental case studies, and I chose the foot fetish because as a woman I really have no idea how a male could enjoy the sight, feel and smell sexually of the female foot. It seemed crazy and intriguing. But I will confess my foot phobia from childhood also created this demented desire of mine to try to understand this disgusting sexual deviation and the repulsive mostly males who are afflicted by it.

I am a young lady of 24, 5'4" tall and roughly 130 pounds when I am not lying a little. The examinations were held at a college room with security outside as the subjects were not known to the interviewers. We all had roughly two hours maximum penciled in at our chosen time over a period of a week, each scheduled separately in this old section of the university where the doors are arched, and the wood expensive and thick not hallow.

I wore a blue and white summer suit with a skirt which draped mid calf. On my tiny feet I had a pair of navy clogs which of course completely covered my toes. I have been told that I am attractive, and have been on many dates since my parents allowed me to be alone with boys when I turned 16 years of age. Two of the guys I have been with were foot fetishists. Both said they asked me out because of my small, dainty feet - oh, and also because they thought I was fun and pretty. That seemed secondary to these two foot gropers mind you. So, I was aware today of what my pretty size 6 feet might do as an attraction to this foot freak whom I was interviewing today. As for my dates, well, both turned out to be disasters really. More on them in another story.

As I walked toward where the man was seated, I was very conscious of my feet and every step I took toward this man the more exposed they seemed although they were very covered up indeed. He was sitting in a elegant and sophisticated high back leather office chair, in dress pants, white shirt and blue tie, before he stood to shake my hand as I introduced myself. A matching chair was placed no more than three feet in front of his, so that we could face each other in an intimate and professional way for the interview.

I positioned myself in the large chair facing him, grabbing the arms and hoisting myself back into the beautiful leather seat. As he sat back down I noticed him examining my clogs, which had a clunky 3 inch heel and thick black base which the expensive blue leather shoe was stitched into. The toe was not pointy, but not round either. Self conscious and a bit shy, I slipped out of the shoes and pulled my little bare feet under my body. He caught a glimpse of my pink painted toes as I tried to hide them under my legs, and then took a long hard view at the shoe pussy where my feet were pulled from. That's foot fetish talk I believe.

After introductions, I asked if he was ready to be go to work. He said yes, and although his name was anonymous he introduced himself as John Doe.

Me: So is it true that you developed your fetish from being around your mother's feet as a child, as is suggested by some psychiatry studies?

JD: No I wouldn't say so. In fact as a child, I remember not being attracted to feet at all. I mean, women's feet. I have never been attracted to male feet. bahis şirketleri But I was even turned off a bit by the look of a woman's feet.

Me: Turned off? So at what age did your fetish begin?

JD: Probably around grade 3 or 4. One day I was watching TV or picking up a magazine and suddenly I was aroused by a woman with pretty feet. I can't say I understood it, acted upon it, or even understand what it was specifically. But I know it was something that sprung up suddenly which wasn't there before.

Me: So how did you feel as a child growing up checking out other children's feet?

JD: Well, weird to be honest. I understood by people's comments that it was not acceptable or understood. I kept it to myself and snuck glances only, never talking about it. It wasn't until I was old enough to get on the internet that I understood that I was not alone. Even as I got older, I acted like I just liked T