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The dangling experience

 


Every fetishist, including those who have a fetish for feet or shoes, is powerless over them.

No matter what you do, you can't help but be fascinated by women with attractive feet wearing stylish shoes—even a foot fetishist would be enthralled.




For those who are unfamiliar with the term, dangling refers to playing with a shoe that hangs from a woman's toes like a seesaw.

It is a subtype of shoe fetishism.

Without saying a word, women who have perfected the pump can render a man with a shoe fetish completely weak and submissive.

The same thing happened during this dangling experience.




For the sake of simplicity, let's call him Mike.

The theater appeals to shoe fetishists in particular not just because of the cultural highlights but also, and perhaps most importantly, because of the elegantly attired women and, of course, the shoes they wear.


Mike is especially drawn to the theater in the winter because he adores the sight of bare toes in chic sandals and the way women enter the theater wearing evening gowns.

For Mike, this erotic prelude enhances his enjoyment of the theater performance.

He particularly thrives in the opulent setting and enjoys dressing up in a tux.



His favorite pastime, however, is to watch from his theater seat as women remove their pumps in the shadows while they are still wearing them.

This typically occurs after a break, when women's feet begin to hurt from wearing heels for such a prolonged period of time.




A foot fetishist's dream comes true when he sees bare feet, even though he frequently can't see anything due to darkness or, occasionally, nothing at all because there isn't anything that would be interesting to him in that situation.

He then limits himself to enjoying the sight of the women wearing high heels in the foyer, which is also a rare occurrence for him.




It so happened that a stunning woman took the seat next to him at the theater one evening.

Her long blonde hair fell gracefully over her shoulders, and nothing about her slim figure was concealed by the shimmering silver evening dress she was wearing.

She apologized to him with a smile when he had to get up to let her through because she was running late for her seat.




He was completely mesmerized by her smile.

When she sat down, her long dress dropped down a bit, revealing her ethereal legs through a side slit that extended just above the knee.

He had never been permitted to be so close to a woman who was more beautiful in his eyes than she was.

Naturally, he naturally turned to look at the shoes and saw silver pumps with a very high heel, which made him wonder how she could walk in them.




He made the decision to keep a close eye on her later during the break, but it didn't go that far.

He hardly had time to look away as the performance started before he noticed she was hanging.

The stunning woman allowed her heels to dangle like pure temptation, as if she had nothing else to do all day.

She continued to rock in a rhythmic up-and-down motion, allowing one to see her feet's soles with ease.




His leg was almost touched by her heels as she crossed one leg over the other.

He perspired.

Needless to say, Mike was engrossed in his neighbor's game of dangling and barely noticed the play.

He was having increasing difficulty getting to the break in his pants.



The gorgeous woman simply sat down next to him when the light came on, and Mike didn't budge either. She started talking about the performance, but all he could think about was how much he wanted to smell her feet—or at the very least, touch them once—and fully indulge in foot eroticism.


He became completely fixated, as can only happen to a foot fetishist, and completely forgot about everything else. Suddenly, he heard himself pleading and whimpering:.


"Please, please, let me smell your feet.".


Since his head was pounding with blood like a raging brook, Mike was unable to hear what she was saying.

She stood up after that, pushed past him, and vanished.

She left and never returned.

In fact, Mike had to be relieved that security did not arrive and eject him for harassing someone.


However, when you have a foot fetish, you are entirely at its mercy.

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