Foot Fetish Origins

Ever since high school I can remember checking out girls feet. I never told anyone I liked feet always feeling shame and embarrassed. Then I finally told my wife. Obviously she didn't mind, she now enjoys the new attention she gets. One time when I was going down on her I started my way from her pussy, to her thighs,
to kissing down her leg, arriving at her feet. I sucked her toes, then she got me laying down on my back. She smothered my face with her feet, rubbing my face, and wiggling her toes on my lips and tongue. I felt like such a dirty boy. I was pretty much paralyzed with pleasure, but it brought out a childhood memory, I had forgotten all about.

When I was very little, I don't know exactly how old. 6 or 7 maybe. My sister and female cousin were older and teasing me. Tickling me and holding me down. Then I remembered they took off their socks and held me down while they smothered my face with my feet. At first I remember struggling, and trying to get up. But I was overpowered. I just submitted and let it happen. I started to not mind the way it felt, being overpowered. I felt dirty and didn't think it felt bad, the surrender made me feel at peace. Then they laughed and teased me saying I was loving it. I felt embarrassed, because they were right. So I started to fight back again and cried till they stopped.

Flash forward to now, with my wife's feet covering and smothering my face. I felt exactly the same as I did all those years ago, a dirty boy enjoying his dirty fetish, but now without the shame. It's pure bliss to surrender to one's desires.