I am calli. I am a wife and mom. I am a house wife and stay at home mom. I teach a sunday school class at church. I have two sons and two daughters. I am involved in a home school co op.
My husband is bryan. Bryan is a deacon at the church. He owns his own business. He loves playing sports and is very active and likes the outdores.
He has a secret side to him. One i did not know at first. One i learned later on. One i learned over time. One i learned after getting to know him more and more.
I met him at colege. He was taking a biblical ministry tract. He was studding on a general bible tract. He wanted to be a lay leader. He wanted to be a lay leader. He wanted to be active in a local church.
He was involved in a youth group at a church near the campus. He was well respected by the faculty, staff and students alike.
We were in different clases. He was a jr and i was a senior. At first we had little to no interaction. It was barely little more then hi and bye. We started to become more and more familer to eachother.
We started to see eachother in the libary. We were both very studious. We took out studies serious. At first we said little to each other. Then we talked about what we were reserching. From there we became friends.
Slowly we moved to hanging out outside of the lubrary. Our acquaintance morphed into a friendship. From a friendship to something even more deeper and more meaningful.
I always wore skirts or dreses. I wore nylons often. One day we were talking. “You should take off your shoes.” he sugested. I kicked them off. I noticed he staired at them off and on. I did not know much about foot fetish. It was a bit unusual.
He normaly asked me to take off my shoes. On weekends i wore sandles or flip flops. I could tell that he like my feet. I rarely wore sox but i did at times. I could tell that he was not a big fan. He seemed to be less friendly when i did so. He lit up i wore nylons or was barefoot in shoes.
I liked to be barefoot around him.i liked to keep him happy. It was not hard. He and i became close. His weird foot thing did not really brother me.
We officialy got together when i was a sophmore and he was a senior. Over the sumers, he visited me for a couple of weeks. I was barefoot a good anount of that time. That made him happy.
I worked at a camp. He went on a misson trip in asia. We did not see a lot of eachother. He visited me at the school. I continued in my studies.
He perposed mariege to me the summer before my senior year. I accepted. We got married a few mounths after we graduated.
Shortly after we got engaged, he had a talk with me. ” hunnie! I want you to go barefoot almost all the time. ” he said.
Before we datted, i would have been totaly shocked and stuned. Now that i knew him, i was really not surprised.
“I can agree to that. ” she said. “You sure? Your not just saying that. I hate sox. You have great feet. They should not be hidden.” he said. “I promise i am not lying . i am being totaly honest with you. You have my word. ” i told him.
He was still a bit sceptical. I tried to elviate his fears. I was barefoot often around him. I rarely wore shoes in his presence. I got rid of all my sox. He liked tights or nylons. I liked sandles or flip flops anyways.
After we got maried, i only wore shoes at church. I wore dress shoes that showed feet or sandles or flip flops. I was barefoot at home. I never wore shoes in the house.
He never touch my feet before we were maried. I could tell that he wanred to. He was able to mantain self control. When we got maried he touched my legs and feet. On the car ride to our honey moon he rubed his hand against my legs in the car.
When we got to the hotel he touched my feet and legs . it was a kind of foreplay. He went crazy for a long time. Then we did it
I always knew how to get him in the mood. I would put my legs on his. If he was having in a bad day i simply put ny legs near him.it stoped his bad day. It worked every time.
I loved being barefoot. I did not mind it at all. I came to love it. I was a bit of a submissive anyways. My mom was as well. She taught me to be submisive. I did not mind being barefoot.
We have a great relationship and have always been close.