A kick in the pants.

Once every two months or so I attend "parties" that are organized and held for Foot Fetishist. The concept is very simple, members that are registered to will be notified via email when each party is confirmed with a date and location and the members can RSVP and pay a small fee if they wish to attend. The parties are thrown in a a large industrial building usually resembling a club on the inside with various sectioned off "privacy areas" which are basically a seating area that is enclosed behind a curtain of some sort. The organizer of the party makes sure to monitor the male to female ratio that is allowed to confirm and secure a spot at the party with the end result usually being 1 female to every 2 males attending. The women that attend are their to offer their feet for one on one mini foot sessions through out the night.

I'm sure most "normal" people aren't even aware that such parties exist. I know I sure didn't before I started attending them. You can imagine I was shocked to see upon attending my first party that I actually knew a lot of the other women their and had been friends with a few of them for years not even knowing they were also working various ends of the fetish scene.

Jennifer Darling is a friend that I met one summer at a poolside foot party. I had bumped in to her on my way to find a designated smoking area and just my luck she was looking for the same. We hit it ff right off the bat and started our search for a comfortable spot to kick our feet up away from the crowd of the party. For hours we sat there talking about anything and everything and from that point on we became foot party buddies.

One night we decide to do a little mini photo shoot at my place before we car pooled to one of the Los Angeles foot parties. Jen showed up a couple hours before the part was suppose to start and we started right away on doing hair and makeup and finding outfits to wear in the photos. Of course we took our time because for the most part we were in no hurry to get to the party. After our mini shoot we head out to LA and of course get lost since this particular party was being held at a new location in an industrial area with shitty one way streets. At this point I am extremely irritated and after finally finding the location and a parking spot I immediately became annoyed with the girls I saw walking in to the venue. I'm not sure why but these girls all seem to have a screw loose in the head and the outdated way they dress just infuriates me even more then having to look at their feet as they walk around in these heels that expose their obviously crooked toes or foot scars that they obviously received from wearing such tacky high heels.

Jen and I contemplate leaving before even entering because at this point it looks like a freak show of people have been entering the building. She talks me in to going in on the conditions that if it seems to be a wasteful night that we can leave before it sucks the life out of our night that had been fun up until we arrive at the party. As soon as we check in and walk into the first room it hits me, I have already decided that I am in no mood to entertain anyone nor do I have the urge to pretend to be amused by any of the conversations that some of the people there would try to start with me. We decide to explore and check out what this new venue has to offer. Its a large building with three levels and sectioned off rooms that resemble rooms you would find in a dungeon. I am now amused.

Jen decides to sit in one of the medical chairs and asks me to snap a picture of her sitting in it with her camera phone. The lighting is shitty so it barely shows up. We move our way to one of the bathrooms. Better lighting. I take her phone and start taking pictures of us in the mirror and sending them to one of our mutual friends. Then a thought hits me, we could be doing this exact same thing at my house in stead of doing it here at the foot party. We then exit the bathroom begin to wonder around aimlessly. After all, we wont get any sessions if we if we are locked away separated from everyone else. As we roam around I spot my friend "Pixie" who had showed up a bit late. I wave her over and greet her with a hug and catch her up to speed with the lack of activity at the party. Jen and I have now been there for an hour and still have not done one single session. I decided to start speaking in a tone above normal conversation levels and it draws attention to us three. A guy walks over and bargains with us in attempts to have all 3 of us trample on him. I take lead as the negotiator and after making a deal we all head over to an area the will be able to accommodate the three of us standing on top this guy. In case you were wondering 10 minutes of holding balance on someones face or stomach feels like an hour.

After the trample session Jen and I decide to go outside to smoke. We are immediately approached buy a strange looking guy wearing bell bottom pants. Just our luck, this is going to be interesting. He starts talking about various fetish parties and his interest and for some reason the only one I am now associating him with is his fondness for Pot. After talking to PotGuy for for about 15 minutes he offers us weed cookies that he baked himself. Why on earth would someone bring that to a fetish party? Now I am really annoyed with this guy. Jen is more passive so she is able to tolerate his pointless conversation. We end the conversation with the usual "nice to meet you" and go back in to the party. We split up for a while and each do a few sessions but continue to text each other while we are apart. We usually do this just to talk about how each session is going and stay connected so that when we decide we are ready to leave we are able to do so without wondering where the other is.

Jen's last session was with PotGuy and seemed to be dragging on forever. I am not amused and now I am feeling overly anxious to leave and go back to my comfortable bed at home since it is about 1am now. Then I get a text from Jen: "I'm done. When you walk up to get me kick this guy in the balls!". Wow, did I really just read that? Sometime I wonder how I get to the point in my life where I receive such random yet delightful texts. Maybe the night wasn't such a waste. Rarely do I get to take my frustration out on someone that irritates me at these parties. For the most part "foot guys" are not submissive in to any other fetishes except for the obvious foot fetish.

So I walk into the lower level session area and spot Jen. As I approach she has an amused look on her face and blurts out again "Kat, kick him in the balls!". I'm a little hesitant since this party is not usually the appropriate place to do such a thing so I look to her and say "Can I?" to which she replies "Of course you can! Don't ask, just do it!". I turn to PotGuy and he is standing in a position with his legs slightly apart so I let loose and kick upwards with his crotch as my target. He flinches and pulls back upon impact and immediately i think to myself "that's what you get for annoying the hell out of me and offering me pot, IDIOT!". He doesn't seem to be phased by the kick but it still felt good to let out some aggression on him either way.

I think I would be much happier in life if I was able to just haul off and kick every guy that annoys me in the balls. None the less it was still the highlight of my less than amusing night. It was almost as as amusing as the time I stuck my foot up some guys ass just because he bored me to the point of almost falling a sleep during the session. My mind thinks of the most random ideas when I get bored.

Be warned!