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Today is National Fetish Day! The third Friday of the year! In celebration, I am sharing an interview with a trampler. That is, a lovely lady who is married to a man with a trampling fetish. While the interviewee is not exactly a fetishist herself, she is the boot-wearer! Ahhh, the things we do for love! Kidding–sounds like she doesn’t exactly mind her hub’s shoe and trample fetish. Read on as I talk to Yvonne, a vegan with an extensive boot collection she has dubbed “bedroom boots.” Of course, her boots are vegan, too!

ST:Okay so you say your hubby has a shoe and trampling fetish? So he likes when you both wear hot shoes, and when you walk on him?
Yvonne: Yup! He’s pretty specific actually—he likes it best if he’s stark naked and I’m all dolled up with the cherry on top being a pair of boots. I mean like serious boots.  I have maybe 1 pair that I could wear out on the street if I really wanted, but all the rest are pretty much like stripper boots with giant platforms, or pleather with spike heels that go thigh-high.  These are dedicated bedroom boots that we have specifically for that. He picked most of em out, and I gave the final yea or nay vote.  I should also clarify that he’s below me masturbating pretty much the whole time.

Hot. Bedroom boots! Love that term. So how did he first introduce his fetish to you?
Gosh, it’s been so long now I can’t really remember…. I know that when we first started dating years ago he complimented a pair of 40’s-style wedges I had on, and I had a side thought that maybe he didn’t play for my team, ha!. Then over the course of our relationship I got to know what he prefers—he hates flats, likes heels over wedges, and boots more than anything.  Obviously I’ll wear whatever the hell I want, but it’s nice to know what turns him on when we go on a date so I can make a little effort when I pick an outfit.  I honestly can’t remember when he asked me to step on him while wearing boots, but I think we might have had a very frank conversation about what turns us on in the bedroom and he came right out and said it.

Were you open to it?
Totally!  Nothing unsanitary is involved and it’s consensual, so I was down.  Er…. up.

Now you say this is mostly his fetish; do you like it at all, or is it just getting him off that gets you off?
I do like being able to demand that he do anything I want and be a real bitch- sometimes it actually helps me vent my frustrations. At times it does get a bit repetitive, almost like a couple doing the same missionary-style thing over and over.  But we’ve found ways to change it up or do things different, and it also depends on what kind of mood I’m in.  His big thing is that he doesn’t want to do it unless I’m into it too, which is great.  I have to say my favorite part is when he climaxes, and I LOVE watching him from up above. So it’s basically 100 percent his thing, but I do get a little something out of it. As far as it turning me on, it doesn’t really.

What is his favorite kind of shoe for you to put on?
Boots!  Done.  Next question!

Hah alright then. On what part of his body to you walk?
Mostly I just stand over him and use one of my legs to poke and prod, but occasionally I’ll take a few steps on him, usually on his upper thighs, stomach, or chest.  I’ll also kick him, and he likes it when I demand he do things like massage my legs or kiss the bottom of the boot.

Do you walk on him with the shoes on only, or are you ever barefoot?
I don’t think I’ve ever done it barefoot, haha.

Have you ever left stiletto punctures on him?
Yea, I’ve left little bruises and marks before.  I saw them the next day and honestly got a little worried, but he said he was fine and that he liked it because it reminded him of how it got there and consequently turned him on.

Trampling can be a bit sadomasochistic, especially if you get into stomping. How far do you take it?
We really don’t take it too far, although I do have some whips and things from the early days, but I haven’t used those in a while and it doesn’t turn him on that much.  We’re like “BDSM-lite.”

BDSM-lite, that’s great. Fluffy! Anything else I should know about the fetish?
We’ve done a whole variety of things in the past like acted out scenes, or sometimes I’ll dance, which can be dangerous depending on what pair I have on.  I’ve rolled my ankle more than a few times, but no serious injuries! His newest thing is he likes to watch me get ready and put on makeup.

Wanna talk about your fetish? Leave it in the comments! Want to be interviewed for Fetish Friday? Email me at Sexytofublog (at) yahoo! Do it.

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I promise you can click on any of these links and it won’t take you to any xxx sites.  Although that would be a fun joke–perhaps I am lying to you! Can you really trust me when  my most trusted resources are Urban Dictionary and Wikipedia?

Recently I was talking to a friend who was seriously bashing the guy she was seeing who had a fetish that was a bit, erm, out of the ordinary.  I got a little prickly with my friend for hating on him. Don’t get me wrong; there are some really weird fetishes out there. Aside from your typical BDSM variety—choking, bondage, spanking—there is your creepy crawleys, your act-like- an-animal and other role playing, dude-looks-like a ladying. Then there is just the unexplainable—pedal pumping, looning, trampling. There are fetishes for those who watch too many zombie flicks (vorarephelia), and even a fetish for making someone else cry (dacryphilia). And then there is stitophelia—attraction to food. I think I may have once been attracted to a cupcake. I can’t be sure because I ate it before things got too heavy. Basically if you can think of it, there is porn for it. I dare you to prove me wrong.

The fetish my friend was bashing on wasn’t even that off color. They weren’t talking about turning people into furniture or lubing up each other’s feet. I told my friend she should be appreciative that her guy even feels close enough to her to show her what he likes, instead of spending hours on the internet, or finding someone freakier behind her back. Repressed fetishes—if they are extreme enough—can do some mental damage. They can mess with your self image (“I’m such a freak for liking this”), or worse. I would rather have a guy admit he imagines eating people than actually go out and hack up someone and simmer their organs in white wine. As long as he wasn’t really trying to masticate me, we could play kitchen. Whatever. A repressed fetish can be a dangerous thing, regardless of if the repression is turned in or out.

I’m not saying you should go along with someone else’s fetish just to avoid alienating them. Don’t do anything you are not comfortable with, but try and at least see where they are coming from, or at the very least refrain from wrinkling your nose, gasping in shock, or running out of the room screaming. How would you feel if you expressed something that turned you on, especially if you knew it was a bit bizarre, and you were met with disgust? I told my friend that if she really is turned off by her man’s fetish—she was pretty horrified—and they can’t find any common ground, then they should probably find other people to play with. Bedroom miscommunication is frustrating, to say the least.

With this in mind, I am going to be introducing Fetish Friday, where I will talk about a different fetish each week. I would like to find and interview people with different fetishes, while at the same time avoid getting turned into a lampshade. So if you have a fetish you want to talk about, anonymously of course, please get at me here.

Also, watch a live performance of my favorite Blind Melon song, which just so happens to be about turning people into furniture! Love those creeps.

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