This is a British – mainly Scottish – custom, which might not be understood by readers from the rest of the world. It refers to the first foot-worship session of the new year (or, in the rougher parts of Glasgow, the first ball-busting session of the new year).
It is considered a great sign of good luck to first-foot a domme, having previously negotiated her complicated booking form and waited for several days wondering whether or not it would be appropriate to send a respectful reminder. If granted an audience, and having sent the deposit at least a week before and a text confirming, on the day, the first-footer arrives precisely two minutes before the time of the appointment bringing gifts – sometimes Champagne, gifts of expensive lingerie or other stuff that she has identified on her wishlist (but not anything else) – and also, most crucially, an unsealed envelope stuffed with cash.
Traditionally, the first-footer is greeted warmly by the domme, while stuttering in embarassment, and proceeds to a session in which she makes sure he gets at least some, but not all, of the rather random stuff he wrote about in his email or on her booking form. Foot massaging will take place in the last half hour or so, and she pretends he’s actually surprisingly good at it. Then the session is brought to a close, in perfect time to finish on the dot, even though she did not look once at a clock. He gets dressed again, offers to help clean up and is politely declined, and makes stilted conversation for a bit, wondering why on earth he was so nervous when he arrived. He then heads off into the night, thinking it a bit weird to be walking among vanilla people with his sore bottom, feeling edgy and decadent, and wondering what they would say if they knew.
So… yeah, OK, it’s not all that different from a regular foot-worship session, to be honest. Unless I forgot to mention the haggis?
Anyway, new year same old… oh, I’ve even done that joke before. Ninth year of the blog! Bloody hell. Don’t any of us have anything better to do?
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| Kinksters might occasionally be surprised by how ready vanilla folks might be to indulge them in their fetish. I think it’s fair to say, for example, that every girl I’ve ever had a date with has totally been into the idea of chastity play and orgasm denial. In fact, I don’t recall any of them permitting me any sort of sexual activity whatsoever. Guess there’s more kink out there than we assume, huh? |
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| She doesn’t get a lot of repeat business. That’s why she has to charge so much. |
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| It’s important to understand that it’s not gay to give another man a foot massage. Or a blow job. |
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| Wag wag wag wag wag… |
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| You can do anything but don’t come on her brown suede boots. |
