From Friend to Footslave Pt.1 - Two breathsFrom Friend to Footslave
Telling this story isn’t easy, because for the most part it will sound like some sleazy piece of fetish-fiction a lonely, fat redneck wrote. Well, everything I will tell you now actually happened to me two years ago, as fictional and made up as it will sound. I’m only telling this story anonymously in the first place because I want to inspire other people with a secret foot fetish who can’t live it out - If a chance presents before you, take it. Don’t be too ashamed to tell it to someone, if you have a special someone.
Or in my case, don’t be afraid to risk something.
However, I should start with the summer two years ago, introducing myself. My name is Tom, I was then 21 years old and studied (and still do) Biology in my third semester in Berlin, Germany. To handle the costs as a poor student without financial help from his parents, I moved into a shared apartment at the beginning of my studies with three other young students, two