That Time My Friend Asked Me To Photograph Her Feet
I was a photographer, and she was a foot fetish Dom; to say it was an experience would be an understatement
When I was working as a freelance photographer I soon learned when it came to selecting which jobs to take, beggars couldn’t be choosers. But I do have limits and one thing I definitely never planned on agreeing to do was foot fetish photography and things like that because just… well the thought of photographing a person’s feet or things like that for people to fetish over… Well to say the least it was just a step too far. For me at least anyhow.
I have to say though it is surprising how many requests you get to do fetish like photography, perhaps because it’s so hard to find a photographer who is willing to do it — or at least a good one anyhow. Though I should say at this point there is nothing wrong with liking feet and things like that, nor is there anything wrong with wanting to photograph feet or whatever, each to their own after all, it is just not my thing.
But anyway through my work as a lifestyle photographer I got to know a number of models and became good friends with a few. One of those models I had become good friends with out of the blue one day sends me a message, asking if I could do her a big favour.
“I’ve got a real problem,” she wrote. “One of my clients requested some pictures but the photographer who was supposed to take them has dropped out at the last minute, and I have already spent the client’s money so can’t give it back and he’s asking where they are. Help, you’re not by any chance free are you?”
As it happened, I was and so I asked her what the job was, she then said perhaps it was better if we met up as it was a bit out there. My immediate thought on hearing this was that it was something to do with porn, she had an OnlyFans and though I only worked with her on commercial work I knew that she did do a little bit of solo softcore porn for her subscribers. Special request sort of things. Again, not my thing but each to their own and nothing wrong with people who work in that industry.
In fact sometimes I think that those who work in the industry, with all the discrimination and stigmas that they face, deserve plaudits because let’s be honest the vast majority of the populace are consumers of what they are making. And yet those consumers frequently discriminate against them for doing it. I guess that’s for another post though.
Anyhow, so I meet up with her and she begins talking and I’m not going to lie I started to get the feeling that she was going to ask me to do a point of view sex scene with her, just the things she was saying, I’m not going to go into detail but at this point, I was thinking of how I was going to kindly let her down as I had no desire to have sex on camera. At least not for the viewing of others anyhow.
But then BAM, she hits me with it. I’ve been working as a foot fetish Dom, and I need someone to do a set of my feet.
She then gives me a brief outline of the type of pictures that she needed taking, she then rather tentatively pondered if I would mind getting involved — seemed I was right to think she was angling for my “direct” involvement, asking if I would allow her to use her feet to… Well, you know… Pleasure me and I would photograph it.
As I had no desire to be a porn star, least of all a foot fetish porn star, I told her it wasn’t for me. But then she told me how much she was willing to pay… All I can say is being a foot fetish Dom must pay well.
But yeah anyhow as money was tight, to cut a long story short I ended up agreeing to do the shoot but with one stipulation, I would not be getting directly involved. So no me being a porn star.
With everything set it’s time to do the shoot and to say that it was a surreal experience would be an understatement.
She lived near the beach and the first set of photos were to take place on the beach, and this is how it goes down, we pick a nice quiet part of the beach with nice and soft sand, she gets into her bikini, and then starts jumping up and down.
“What are you doing?” I say.
“I need to get my feet sweaty,” she says — apparently sweaty feet are highly sought after, and this was a good way of getting her feet nice and sweaty.
Once her feet were nice and sweaty, she starts pressing them into the sand to get lots of sand on them. Once she is happy with the amount of sand on her feet, she then sits down and tells me to really focus on the soles of her feet and try to capture the sand as it falls away from her feet, and so I begin taking pictures of her sweaty and sand covered feet, trying to capture the sand just as it starts to fall.
And I have to say it was quite the experience, she was literally moving her feet into all these different positions, working her feet like a fashion model works her body, bending her toes upwards, downwards, into all these different positions, then she starts twiddling her toes in what she calls a sexual manner, manipulating the sand with alluring precision.
If I liked feet, I would imagine I would definitely be getting hot right now, as she without question knew what she was doing. But as I didn’t like feet, I have to be honest I just found the whole thing hilarious.
Though I must admit I was quite impressed with just how skilled she was at posing her feet. She had a real talent for it, that was for sure. Certainly is a more skilled profession than I thought.
“Work those feet,” I say.
“Don’t make me laugh, David,” she says.
My bad. Anyhow, next up she says she needs to get her feet nice and wet. There was definitely a joke of sexual innuendo in there, we had that type of relationship.
So she starts paddling in the sea and while at it gets some seaweed, then with her feet wet and covered in sand, seaweed between her toes, she returns and says it’s time to record some videos. Focus on the feet, she tells me as she sits down, but get all of me in shot for this.
“Sure thing,” I say. And so here I am on a beach, thankfully a beach on which there was no people, filming her sat down playing with seaweed between her toes in a “sexually alluring” manner. I don’t know if it’s actually possible to do that, but she was making a good effort of trying to make it possible.
“That’s good that,” I say. “Well hot.”
“Don’t focus on my face, David!” she says. “My feet, keep my feet as the main focus.”
My bad. Slap of the wrist. But just as I refocus, she suddenly jumps up and says, “I forgot to change, he wanted me in a specific outfit for this.”
I say, “There’s some rocks over there if you want to get changed?”
“Oh no, don’t worry, I don’t mind, I’ve got a nice pussy.”
She actually said that and next thing I know she drops her bikini bottoms and with no chance to look away or anything, I get the chance to confirm that yes, she does have a nice pussy. And I’m not going to lie, in that moment I thought to myself how much I’d rather she had asked me to photograph that rather than her big toes. Do you get the pun there, toes, camel toe, toes…
I thought it was funny. Though that’s not the way it really went down, she really said I don’t mind I’ve got a nice pussy, and dropped her bikini bottoms that quick but then she paused, realised what she had said, then said well you were going to see it later anyway. Makes a joke about how I’ve now seen all of her toes, then gets into the right attire. Like I say, we just had that type of friendship.
Anyhow with that video sorted, much working it of the toes done, we head back to her place for the final set.
She hasn’t told me much about this set yet as she said it would be better not knowing. Bit of a weird one, she had told me. But in truth that turned out to be an understatement.
To tell the story, I’m sitting in her living room, and she walks in stark naked bar some five-inch stilettos. This was expected, she said that she had to be naked for these photos. Nothing wrong with nakedness or wearing stilettos while naked.
“So what are we doing?” I say.
“I’m really sorry about this, David,” she says with this look on her face that definitely has me worried.
Now just to set the scene her floor is simply floorboards; she doesn’t have a carpet in her main room. So she goes over to a cupboard and pulls out a plastic bag, she then comes over and sits down beside me, she then glances at me apologetically, tells me again how much she owes me for doing this for her, and how thankful she is that I agreed to it, that I am a real lifesaver.
She also then tells me that she hopes I don’t think her a total freak for agreeing to this. I tell her I will never call or think anyone a freak for doing the best they can to provide for themselves and their family — she has a young son and providing for him was the main reason she worked in the sex industry.
Anyhow, she then empties the plastic bag onto the floor, and I watch in disbelief as the shells of lots of dead snails scatter here there and everywhere. Apparently, her client gets a kick off her making videos crushing snail shells while naked in her stilettos.
Just let that sink in for a moment. It took a moment for it to sink in for me.
“You’re joking?” I say.
Nope, she was serious. And I have to be honest at that realisation part of me was thinking that this client was just trolling her, that he just pays her crazy money to do crazy stuff because he loves the fact that she is willing to do it. But then… Part of me thinks maybe… Just maybe… He actually gets a kick off it…
Whatever the truth, each to their own. I’m not here to judge. Humans are after all strange creatures that is for sure, and everyone has their own unique likes and dislikes. And as long as everything is consensual and above board, fair play to it all.
But yeah still… anyhow she tells me that I don’t have to do it if I don’t want to, but as I was already there I decided the hell with it, I could handle it…
So I get out the camera, I then… Film her… In her stilettos… While she is stark naked… Crushing… One by one… All the snail shells… Each crunch just echoes in my ears… Even to this day, I can still hear the crunch…
Once all the snail shells had been crushed by the heels of her deadly five-inch stilettos, and after we had stopped laughing at the madness of it, she then uploaded all the pictures and videos we had taken onto her computer, thankfully I didn’t have to edit them. She then paid me for it, thanked me yet again and that was the end of the job.
With that said, so ends the tale of that one time my friend asked me to photograph her feet. The things you do for friends. Though in truth I am glad I did the shoot, for one in a surreal sort of way it was a fun experience, certainly a story that’s for sure, but more importantly it provided me an insight into a very dare I say it unique world. And that is never not a good thing.
That’s all from me, thanks for reading! And if anyone can explain the snail thing, feel free to do so in the comments. I may regret that request… But curiosity and me are forever entwined.
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