【Yinqi】

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This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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I am a foot fetishist. Perhaps you'll think I idolize queens and then say, "There are plenty of people like that
." Young girls might be proud of their beautiful feet, believing many men would
fall at their feet. Indeed, there are many such men, but I'm not like them.
Yinqi is that kind of confident girl. When I first saw her in the shoe store, she was like a
proud princess, sitting demurely on a chair trying on her crystal shoes. Her feet were definitely
something to be proud of. She was a fair-skinned girl, and in this early summer season, her small feet, covered in cotton socks all winter, were
even more delicate and white. Beneath the tender skin on the insteps, the bluish-green veins were faintly visible. Her ten toes were crystal clear,
their toenails coated with transparent nail polish. Her chubby toes would occasionally curl up, revealing pink toe pads.
With each movement, the tendons on the insteps would bulge, creating slight wrinkles in the skin, making her look even more playful and adorable.
As if knowing my thoughts, she lifted her long leg and placed her left foot on a chair in front of her
, allowing a shop assistant to help her try on shoes. This revealed the soles of her feet; both the forefoot and heel were pink
, while the arches were even whiter and more delicate, showing she knew how to take care of them. There wasn't a single callus on her heels; they were a tender
pink with a hint of yellow. The sales clerk who helped her try on shoes was a young man in his early twenties. He was probably seeing
such a beautiful girl and such beautiful feet for the first time. His face flushed red, but the girl made no attempt to hide her pride,
giggling as she accepted the young man's clumsy service.
As she and her companion walked out of the mall, laughing and joking, carrying a large pile of shopping bags, I cleverly obtained
her wallet. Besides her ID card, what I found valuable was a credit card. Although
I had suspected her financial situation wasn't great while she was shopping—since most of her purchases
, while designer brands, were discounted—I was still shocked after checking her ID and credit card.
It turned out she was the daughter of a famous local tycoon, whose extravagant lifestyle was once well-known throughout the city.
But that was in the past; the tycoon had declared bankruptcy two years prior, which explained his daughter's
impoverished state. It seemed that despite her family's decline, her years of lavish habits hadn't changed. The credit
card statement showed that money was deposited into her account every month. I checked the source and found it was
a well-known foot fetish website. Opening the website, I easily found her; it turned out she was a full-time
model for the site, clearly knowing how to use her assets.
Knowing this about her greatly boosted my confidence in what I was about to do. Actually, I've always been an
unconventional foot fetishist. My fantasy about girls' feet isn't about being stepped on or licking their shoes and
socks, but about cutting them off and playing with them. Of course, this is illegal, but I believe in the power of money.
My name may not be widely known, but my financial resources are undeniable. Now that such an ideal
target had appeared, I certainly couldn't miss the opportunity. My first action was to deposit 100,000
yuan into Yinqi's account. Next, I observed her reaction. For the first few hours, there was no activity in the account; clearly, she
hadn't noticed. However, from the first expenditure to the depletion of the 100,000 yuan, only two days passed. It was obvious she
thought she'd struck gold, unaware that it was just bait.
What followed was simple and needless to say. The fish, having swallowed the bait,
was powerless against an even bigger and more tempting offer. I paid only a month's profit from the company to obtain her contract.
This method of buying sex with money wasn't new to me, and it certainly wasn't new to her either, only
this time was slightly different.
The appointed date arrived. In a villa in the suburbs, I met my seller up close for the first time.
This time, she was quite different from the one in the shoe store. Her slightly trembling voice and pale face evoked pity, but the large
check and the exquisite prosthetic limb calmed her somewhat. When signing the contract, she hesitated for a moment
, but finally signed her name. The operating room and doctors and nurses were already prepared. I didn't have
the anesthesiologist give her general anesthesia, keeping her conscious above the chest, especially her mind. However, this was
n't my intention, but her request.
When I appeared before her in my white coat and mask, she didn't give me a second glance, because
she didn't recognize me. Of course, I wasn't the surgeon; I was just an observer. She lay naked
on the operating table, not covered by a white sheet like in hospitals, allowing me to observe her body closely
. Her body was undeniably beautiful; her fair, delicate skin was flawless, her breasts were small and full, and
in her lush, dark forest, her pink vulva was faintly visible. Her full, long legs were spread apart and
supported by two supports, her delicate feet naturally pointed, toes slightly curled, appearing so fragile
and vulnerable. I removed my plastic gloves and gently stroked these exquisite feet. The warm, smooth feel reminded me of silk
. Her toes were neatly trimmed, but her toenails were painted red. I frowned slightly;
I didn't like that color. But it didn't matter anymore; in an hour at most, I could
decorate them as I pleased. I put my gloves back on and gently pricked the sole of her foot with tweezers. She didn't feel anything.
The doctor nodded to me, and I knew the anesthesia had taken effect and it was time to begin.
The doctor didn't cut at the ankle; the contract specified a 10-centimeter section above the ankle, so
I could get a third of her lower leg. The surgeon was someone I had hired at great expense; his technique was superb. Watching the bright red
flesh and pinkish-white bone gradually separate under his movements, a subtle change occurred in my lower body. Accompanied
by the teeth-grinding sound of the chainsaw, Yinqi's left foot landed on the tray. The doctor's technique was excellent; almost no
blood flowed. The cut was very clean, revealing pink muscle, white bone, dark red marrow,
golden fat, and fair skin—everything was so vibrant. I picked up this toy; the feel was different from before.
What's the difference? I put it on the electronic scale: 1173.7 grams.
Soon, the other foot was also placed on the scale: 1205.5 grams, slightly heavier. The surgeon had already
begun cleaning and sealing the wound, but that wasn't my interest. What I needed was already in front of me;
the beautiful feet on the white disk excited me greatly. After a brief treatment by an embalming technician, I carried
the disk out of the operating room. Before leaving, I didn't forget to look back at Yinqi. To my surprise, she was
staring at the disk in my hand with her eyes open. I then remembered that she wasn't under general anesthesia. Her eyes were hazy,
but the glistening tears were clearly visible. My heart softened, and I placed the tray beside her.
She gently stroked what had once been her pride, now someone else's toy; those
photos left on the website were probably her last memories. Watching her eyes slowly close, two lines of tears sliding
down her cheeks, I knew she had accepted the reality. So I carried the tray away.
Back in my room upstairs, my mind was only on the two beauties before me. I had meticulously decorated the room;
the walls were covered with photos of Yinqi, all from that foot fetish website, of course. She was indeed captivating in the photos, her various
outfits paired with beautiful shoes showcasing her enviable assets. I turned on the projector, playing one of her foot
fetish films. Watching her repeatedly put on and take off stockings and shoes, teasing the viewer, I couldn't help but smile.
There was a large shoe cabinet in the room, filled with world-renowned brands, designed specifically for sex appeal. Unfortunately
, only a third of her calves were still attached; long stockings were out of the question, but there were still plenty of pretty short socks.
I selected a few pairs, placed them on the tray, and began my game. Due to blood loss, her soles and heels were no longer
rosy, but slightly yellowish—a pale yellow that made her feet look like ivory carvings. I
picked up my left foot; it was already slightly cool. My warm palms felt the cool, smooth skin, like caressing
silk. I brought my nose close to my toes and smelled it; there was a sweaty smell mixed with alcohol, which
wasn't very pleasant. I remembered the shoes she had worn; they were still outside the operating room downstairs, so I retrieved
them. By the time I passed the operating room, the surgery was nearing its end. I had already arranged everything afterward,
and no one would disturb me.
She had brought a pair of white high heels from Tribeca and a pair of white stockings of an unknown brand. The
pre-surgery tension had caused her to break out in a cold sweat; her shoes and stockings were soaked through, especially the stockings, which
had a clearly visible outline at the arch of her feet. I smelled them; there was a sour, sweaty smell mixed with the scent of leather.
It smelled nice, but I needed to get rid of the alcohol smell on my feet first. There was a bathroom next to the shoe cabinet. I
filled the sink with warm water, but the sink was too shallow, so I filled the bathtub and
took a bath with my toys. Watching them float gently in the water, swirling and sinking to the bottom, like two goldfish
swimming around me, occasionally brushing against my erect penis, was truly amusing. I grabbed one ankle in each hand,
massaging my entire body with the smooth soles of my feet, gently biting the tender white soles, sucking on the soft toes, and
clamping my penis between my feet, performing footjob. In the throes of almost explosive pleasure, I ejaculated my thick semen
onto them.
After showering, I carefully dried them with a large towel. My two beautiful feet, now clean and radiant
, were even whiter and more translucent, and without a trace of odor. I picked up the stockings that Yinqi had worn and carefully put them on my
feet. After slipping the stockings onto my feet, which only covered about a third of my calves, there was still a long section left. I picked up the
top of the stockings and lifted my feet up. The stockings were very elastic, and my feet swayed up and down. I
raised my hand, and her silk-stockinged feet swayed slightly in front of me. I sniffed them; the scent was pleasant. Tribeco's shoes
were indeed quite nice; it seemed she had worn her best shoes for today. They were size 36 mid-heeled shoes,
closed at the toe and open at the heel, fastened with a thin strap—a dignified and elegant style. I remembered she
wore these shoes in a movie. Sure enough, I found the movie. In it, she wore these shoes in a park
, exuding charm and captivating beauty. Did she ever imagine that her beautiful feet would be
held and played with by a complete stranger?
I tied the stockings together, making them one piece, and hung them around my neck—like a
necklace. The stockings stretched under the weight of my feet, allowing them to touch my genitals.
The feeling of my penis against her silk-stockinged feet was different from before; slightly rougher. This sensation immediately made me erect again. As I walked
, two beautiful feet rubbed my penis up and down, the feeling was wonderful. Standing in front of the mirror, I saw my
lower body; surrounded by a pair of beautiful feet, a throbbing penis stood erect,
trembling slightly with my heartbeat. The living being aroused by the inanimate object, I couldn't help but chuckle, suppressing my urges. I
unfastened the "necklace" and took out two feet, still smelling of stockings. Now they were even colder,
and my toes were slightly stiff. A tray held brand-new shoes and socks. I picked up a pair of light blue lace
stockings and put them on my feet, then slipped on a pair of pink buckled leather shoes. In the blink of an eye, they
transformed into a pair of little girl's feet. The stockings had cartoon patterns, and the shoes were flat-heeled, round-toed. I took out
my camera to capture the moment. Next came black strappy high heels paired with white fishnet stockings. The high heels
accentuated the alluring curves of my arches. I couldn't resist pinching the heel and lifting my entire right foot. Looking up from the sole, my
smooth, white sole and pale yellow heel were even more captivating against the backdrop of the white fishnet stockings. I bit the heel,
then released it. My right foot, weighing over a kilogram, was indeed quite heavy. Biting the heel felt like smoking a large pipe.
The smell of the rubber sole mixed with the scent of my feet was intoxicating. I raised my camera and took a few pictures of myself. These
photos must be quite interesting. For the next few hours, I continued my game, dressing my toy
in all sorts of sexy shoes and stockings, posing it in countless alluring positions, and taking nearly a thousand photos. Finally,
I got tired of playing, so I used my two smooth soles as a pillow and had a wonderful nap.
When I woke up from my sweet dream, my face felt hot. I took my two delicate feet out from behind my head and put the cool soles of my feet on my head.
It pressed against my face, gently stroking me—it felt so good. I lay there until I felt a little hungry.
I gently bit the tender toes of her jade-like feet, as if I wanted to eat them. Such beautiful things must be cooked properly.
I took them downstairs to the kitchen. The surgery was long over, and the downstairs was empty. The kitchen was fully
equipped. I put my two tender feet in the sink, turned on the tap, and slowly washed them. The warm water flowed over my hands and
the flesh in them. I gently rubbed my delicate toes with my hands and couldn't help but chuckle. I had completely forgotten about the
red nail polish. It seemed I had indeed been too excited earlier. But now, looking at them, the bright red nail polish on my pale, almost translucent
toes was strikingly beautiful. I washed one of her jade-like feet clean and held it
up to admire it closely. Water droplets rolled down her smooth skin, making it appear even more translucent. Her five plump
toes were delicate and lithe, and the curves of her arch and heel were perfectly natural. I leaned in and smelled it; there wasn't a trace of odor.
I suddenly felt a pang of regret—eating them like this wouldn't be satisfying enough. But quickly, I had an idea.
I took out the stockings and shoes she had worn. The best seasoning for beautiful feet is their own natural flavor.
I slipped my still-damp feet into the stockings and then put the shoes on them. This way,
when I cooked them, the flavors from the stockings and shoes would seep into my flesh—that would be true delicacy! There was a special
transparent rotating steamer in the kitchen. I filled it with water, and finally, after kissing my beautiful feet, I placed them into
the steamer. Blue flames licked at the bottom of the pot, and slowly, white steam filled the steamer.
Inside the transparent pot, feet clad in stockings and high heels rotated slowly, appearing and disappearing in the increasingly thick white steam. The air
was filled with the fragrance of jade-like feet. I closed my eyes and slowly savored the moment…
Finally, it was time to lift the lid. Amidst the billowing steam, two crystal-clear, beautiful feet stood in the steamer
. The stockings were soaked through and clung tightly to the skin, but the shoes, as expected of a world-renowned brand, showed no obvious
deformation. I couldn't resist reaching out and picked them up directly, naturally getting burned. I had to use chopsticks to
pick them up by the heel and place them on the dining table. I gazed at the delicious food on the table, my mouth watering. The
feet, still perfect despite their stockings and high heels, were now radiating heat, filling the air with a wonderful
fragrance. I carefully picked up the left foot, slowly pulling it out of the shoe. The fragrance intensified.
The jade-like foot, encased in the damp stockings, remained perfectly intact. I carefully peeled off the stockings, and this steamed, fragrant piece of flesh
lay in my hand.
The steamed foot had darkened slightly, and the oil seeping from the skin made it appear even more smooth and alluring.
I carefully took a bite of the sole. A rich aroma assaulted my nostrils—the scent of the girl's flesh mixed with
the sweat from the stockings and the leather from the shoes—it was truly wonderful. The flesh on the sole was incredibly tender, melting in my mouth. Sticky
juices dripped down my chin. I licked my lips, biting off a plump, tender toe. I didn't
rush to chew, but slowly held it in my mouth, sucking the delicious juices, licking it with my tongue, and finally, slowly chewing...
Chewing, the girl's toes were so tender! I even chewed and swallowed the bones. The remaining four toes were slightly smaller, but
still quite chewy. There was less meat on the instep, but the skin there was the most tender. The heel had the thickest meat and
the most intense flavor… I was completely absorbed in this deliciousness. When I came to my senses, only a
small pile of bones and five toenails painted with red nail polish remained on the table. Still not satisfied, I picked up the remaining right foot and
started gnawing on it again. This time, I ate much more slowly, fully savoring the wonderful taste of the beautiful foot…

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