My wonderful friend

My name is Jason and I am twenty-nine years old. I was about seventeen when I realized that I was interested in foot fetish. I have a friend named Juliette who I have known since high school. She is a beautiful and tall girl who is very athletic. Her main job is music and plays the piano. She also translates and teaches due to her proficiency in French. Juliette and I are close and we spend a lot of time together, traveling, going to the forest or doing various programs. Before I got acquainted with foot fetish, I thought that only I enjoyed women's feet. And apart from feeling indebted to Juliette, I felt like a **** to her feet. Juliette had beautiful feet. She had long and shapely toes and her shoe size was 40. I had become interested in reading different foot fetish stories and watching short clips. Since I had no other options, I decided to try it with Juliette once. Once when she wanted to polish her hands and feet, I told her that she could let me do it. He said, "Do you know?" I said, "I don't know, but I'll learn." He didn't object. First, he patted one of his hands and I watched. Then I started patting the other hand. At first, I didn't pat very well, and we had to wipe it off with liquid a few times. But then I started patting well. After I started on his feet, I felt a special better feeling. When I finished applying the nail polish, I started to blow his feet. He said, "What are you doing?" I said, "I'm blowing so that the nail polish dries faster." He said, laughing, "It's not necessary." For the first time, I had come close to my own interests, but it wasn't enough. This situation happened a few more times and I applied nail polish for Juliet. One day, I finally overcame my fear and decided to talk to Juliet, because I believed that only she could help me. So one day, when I went to Juliet's house, I talked to her about it. At first, she wasn't ready, but when she saw my request and insistence, she said, "So, it's just today, because I was just in the bathroom." It was as if she couldn't believe that I would do such a thing. Then we were sitting on the floor with all fours. I said, can you stretch your legs? She stretched her legs. And as soon as I kissed her legs for the first time, she pulled them together and said, "Enough." I said, "Oh, that's not right. What about that other leg?!" I didn't do anything at all, so she slowly stretched her legs again and I kissed each leg a few times. And I thanked her again. She said, "That was your last time." I said, "Look how happy I am. You mean you're denying me this little happiness!?" She said, "I don't understand what you mean." I said, "Don't you go to the gym every day?" She said, "Why?" I said, "Okay, then you go and take a shower. I'll come and kiss your hands and feet later so you don't have to worry about me getting sick and all that. Okay?" She didn't say anything and got up and left. A few days later, I went to see Juliet again. She had just come from the gym. She went to take a shower and drank a glass of milk and went to her room. After a few minutes, I went and knocked on the door and she went to her room. She was lying on the bed. He said, "How are you?" "What was Kater doing today?" "He told me a funny story about the gym." Then, when there was silence, I said, "I'll go." Just first, will you let me kiss your feet? Do I have to ask permission every time?" He said, "No, I won't let you, and don't say it every time." I said, "Why?" He said, "I don't like it and I'm embarrassed." I said, "Please." He said, "No, please." I said, "Please." I said, "Let it be like this. I'll ask you every time. You'll have to answer no every day and make me upset." He said, "Don't worry about it." I nodded my head no. He said, "I don't know. Do whatever you like." I went closer and kissed his right foot. He said, "What are you doing?" I said, "You said you wanted to do whatever you like." He said, "I said for the next few days. If you ask me every day, my answer is no. Go away." I said, "I kissed this one, but I didn't kiss that one. He'll be upset with me, huh?" He suddenly smiled and his serious expression disappeared. I took advantage of the opportunity to start kissing his feet. She didn't say anything else. Her feet were really like flower petals. I was so happy that I could kiss her feet. After a few minutes, when I think I kissed each foot twenty times, she said, "Stop." How many times?! I said, "I wanted you to stop being shy." From that day on, if her feet were in the right position, I would kiss them a few times. After a week or two, it had become completely normal for her. And it seemed like she liked it. She didn't have the slightest resistance anymore. I would go and sit next to her feet and massage and kiss her feet as we talked. Until one day, when she came to my house, she was limping a little. I asked her what was wrong. She said, "Nothing. I think I pushed too hard at the gym. My feet hurt. I took a hot shower and it will be fine." She went and sat on the couch, poured a glass of juice and brought it to her with a piece of candy. I sat on the floor next to her feet and started massaging her feet. She told me to say something. After 20 minutes of talking about everyday life and all that. I said tell me. He said really, after exercise, when you massage my feet, I feel so light. Thank you. I was very happy. I was happy and started kissing his feet vigorously. He said okay now. I said should I say something? He said tell me. I said promise not to get angry? He said yes. I also said your feet are very tasty. He said what! I said how many times did my tongue touch your feet. It tasted really good. I enjoyed the taste more. He said you mean, you licked my feet? I said nothing with a little laugh. He said Jason, I'm really sorry for you. I said why. He said you're going to get sick. I said now that I can't. He didn't say anything. I said if I wanted to lick your feet, you wouldn't let me. Now that this hasn't happened at all. He said how come I didn't understand. I said now that your feet hurt and are clean, do you want me to try it. It was as if he wanted to. He said I won't be your opponent! Do whatever you like. I quickly put my thumb in my mouth and started sucking. He said Jason!!!! But she didn't pull her foot back. I sucked each and every one of her toes. Then I started licking the soles of her feet. I was really immersed in pleasure. It felt so good. After half an hourI had licked both of her feet completely. It was obvious that she liked it. She said, "How was it?" I said, "It was fine, but since you had gone to the bathroom, your feet were tasteless." From that day on, things changed completely. Whenever I wanted to, I would play with her feet. I would kiss and lick them, and she was completely used to it. Some days, she would say, "You didn't pay enough attention to my feet today." I would start licking them. One day, Juliet came to my house. I told her, "Can I lick your feet?" She said, "They're wet and sweaty." I said, "What's better?" She said, "Okay, if you like." She sat on the sofa and I knelt on the floor. I took off her socks. Her socks and feet were completely wet. But they didn't smell strong. I took a deep breath and started licking them. She said, "Do you really like the sweat on my feet?" I said, "Yes, it's tastier than without." She really liked it, although she tried not to show it. Overall, Juliet has a strong and dominant personality. She also has feminist thoughts to a large extent. And all of this made her happy to see me under her feet. From then on, her behavior towards me gradually changed. She also gave me the task of keeping her shoes clean. They always sparkled. But what made me realize that our relationship had changed was when she was born. She. I decided to give her a gold bracelet as a gift. I took the gift and went to her house. I tried to go early to catch up with the rest of our friends before she did. She was working in the kitchen. I said, "Happy birthday, Juliet." I bought you a small gift. She said very little, "Thank you," and while she was sitting at her desk, she continued working again, her legs crossed. I said, "If you don't have time, can I bother you later?" She said, "No, come and see what you got." I gave her the gift and she reluctantly opened it. She said, "What are these? Bracelets?" I said, "No, my legs!" She said, "Well, tie them yourself and go." She pointed to her legs under the table. I calmed down and tied her feet and came to kiss her. She said what are you doing? I said kiss her! She said I don't like the mouth that touched my feet, now kiss my cheek! Now kiss my feet quickly and go get to work. I kissed each foot three or four times and thanked her. She said please. Then when she saw me, she seemed very upset. She said Juliet, you asked yourself to kiss my feet again. Remember, I didn't agree at first. But now we're both used to it. I don't like the mouth that touches my feet and comes and kisses my face. I said that means I can never kiss your cheek again. She said with a laugh, I don't think I'll let you kiss my hands anymore. Now just my feet. I said okay, thank you, but I also bought you a small gift to give to you in front of everyone else. He said thank you, after the party was over and all the friends left, I stayed to help Juliet tidy up and clean the house, of course Juliet left work after a few minutes and went to sit on the couch and started watching a movie, I told her, there is some cake left, tell me to bring it to eat together whenever you want. She said please, bring it, we will eat together now. Bring me coffee too. I went and made coffee and brought the cake. Juliet cut two pieces of it and put them in two dishes. She put one with coffee on the table for herself and put the other on a tray and put it on the floor by her feet. She said come, this is for you too. You can eat your cake under my feet. If you like, I can put my feet in your mouth because you were a good boy. I had never experienced this before. I liked it and was happy. I went and sat next to the couch and said you can put your mouth in my mouth. She put her right foot on my piece of cake and pressed it. Almost the entire sole of her foot was cake and cream. He said, "Now start licking my feet and eating from my feet." I felt completely humiliated in front of him. I ate the cake bit by bit. And then I brought a basin of warm water and cleaned his feet. That night was a memorable night...