One day while I was at the mall, I found a group of girls who I really click with though. Kate, Ella, Lily ... I was walking past when they stopped me...to say that they loved my outfit (I was wearing fishnet stockings, a tight pink t-shirt and the cutest pair of denim shorts).The four of us really got along, and we’ve been hanging out a bunch. Sometimes I’ll pick them up after they’re done at school (they think it’s soooo cool that I have a car - I haven’t told them it’s my Mom’s) and we’ll just. In a weird way BDSM will always be accepted more than a foot fetish. So you can mention your love for feet to a woman and it could be "meh" to her.If you aren't as smooth with your words, being generous always helps. Many women I chilled with like to smoke weed. So if she's okay with being your company, what stoner chick is going to turn down weed and a good footrub? Also back then when Craigslist was a thing, I could get women from there. Make an ad and see if I get a bite. Some were working. ” She called it, smiling.My wife, Danica, is a photographer of erotic art. We met years ago when I answered an ad she ran for a personal assistant. I had a boyfriend at the time. Nothing serious, more like a fling than a boyfriend. But, it wasn’t long before I fell in love with Danica’s mind. Her art, her perspective, opened my eyes to a world where sexual attraction grows more from who a person is and less from what that person is.I indirectly introduced her to Kinbaku-bi, the art of Japanese. Leaning in mydirection, she unhooked her bra and allowed her perfect breasts to danglebefore me. I shifted my gaze to her hard, pink nipples--and steeledmyself for the pain. Minutes later it wasover. My Mistress turned off the shocker, then came over and leaned downto stroke my forehead and gently squeeze my tortured balls. I looked upat her, feeling shaken, but relieved. I'd taken 80 shocks, each set often having been delivered at a higher voltage. I'd put on quite a show,screaming.