The other day, I had my first session with a non-male-identifying client, who also happened to be non-binary. That was exciting to me in and of itself, because I’m open to seeing anyone regardless of gender, but I’d only ever seen men to that point. This person sent a lovely, respectful email for an initial inquiry, gave me zero issues with screening and deposit, and even provided an industry reference. They seemed like a lovely human.
When they arrived for their session, it was very clear that they were quite nervous, which is nothing unusual and I’m quite accustomed to it for people’s first times seeing me. I could see that their hands were trembling a bit, and though I greeted them with hug and did my best to put them at ease, they did admit that they were a little psyched out. Midway through the session though, (and through what ended up being the best foot and leg massage I have gotten from any client to date) they were finally starting to shake it off and let themselves get immersed in the experience and enjoy it.
I can always tell, even if I close my eyes, when someone has started to let themselves sink into the zone where they’re absolutely present with my feet and letting the rest of the world fade into the background while they really get in touch with their fetish. When a need like that is being met, the way a person moves changes. The vibe they give off changes. Especially if it’s a need that is rarely met or is being met for the first time. They’re cautious at first, but then they can’t help but allow themselves to get lost. It’s kind of beautiful, actually. I’m always honored to be a part of the experience with them.
Anyway, in this person’s case, they had my feet and ankles literally wrapped up in their arms, cradled like precious possessions. I got the best foot and leg massage I’ve ever gotten from a client. Their eyes were closed, they were breathing deeply, and there was a passion in the way they were handling my feet. I was watching them, smiling contentedly, when they looked up and noticed me.
“I’m sorry,” they said, shaking their head, “but this is just the most accepted I’ve ever felt getting off with my fetish. I just feel really comfortable with you.”
"I'm sorry," they said, "but this is just the most accepted I've ever felt getting off with my fetish. I just feel really comfortable with you."
I’ve no idea why they felt the need to apologize, as I was absolutely overjoyed– I rode that high for three days. They had just verbalized exactly the feeling that I strive for in my work. There are three reasons why I love kink so much: because there is literally something for everyone, because the focus is all on informed negotiation and consent, and because it’s basically playtime for grown-ups. And with that in mind, as long as it’s between consenting adults, I don’t care what you’re into– you do you, boo! Knock yourself out, and more power to ya.
I believe so whole-heartedly that people should be able to be themselves and be into what they’re into (obviously provided it’s not to the detriment of others), and it breaks my heart when ridiculous things like stimga get in the way of people feeling comfortable being who they are. So many people who are into feet, I find, have so much shame and embarrassment regarding their fetish, and I think it’s tragic. I’m sorry if some bitchy girl on Tinder told you that you were gross because you wanted to touch her feet. I’m here to tell you that you’re A-OK in my book. My studio is where you can let your freak flag fly, and might I add that I hope it flaps madly in the wind!
My studio is where you can let your freak flag fly...
So this is why I love my job, and this is why I find it rewarding. I don’t just facilitate orgasms, I facilitate self-actualization. And let me tell you, it feels great.