Forced to go barefoot 

a fiencae wants his future wife to gi batefoot.


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 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. 

The end. 

Why Christian women should not go around barefoot? 

a ficticuous editorial by a fictional pastor opposed to women going around barefoot.

This is a fictitious letter to the editor. This is a work of fiction. 

To whom it may concern.

I am a Baptist pastor who is writing about an issue that is not discussed but should be.  I am against ladies within independent fundamental Baptist churches going barefoot,  wearing shoes or any shoes that reveal part of a foot. 

Conservitive fundimental baptist have greatly opposed reveling clothing.  They have vociferously advocated modesty.  They have insisted that ladies avoid even the apearence of immodesty.  Skirts  or dreses should be below the knee. Blouses or dreses should totatotally cover her cleavage.  Yet concersitive Christians do permit or turn a blind eye to one form of nudity or partial nudity. That is feet.

Many ladies within independent baptist churches wear sandles or flip fliops. They wear shoes that show barefoot.  While many ladies within i.f.b wear panty hose , some do not. Manny ladies remove there shoes at church and go around barefoot. Others go around barefoot at there home. 

It seems that there is one form of nudity or partial nudity that baptist do not have an objection to. That of revealing the bare foot or part of it. Skin is skin. Nudity is nudity.  Rather in panty horse or not,  this is stil nudity. This is still unacceptable.  This kind of behavor should not be tolerated within the church. 

Now an objection to my point might be that did not the early church both male and female wear sandles?  Well yes. That was a diffetent time. It was a different culture. At that time, orher then members of the roman militaey, almost everyone wore sandles.  Shoes like we wore did not exist.  Sox had not been invented.  

Sandles,  for the most part was all there were. If Paul and peater and other early church leaders lived today, i do not think that they would have approved or endorse wearing sandles in our day. I dont think that they would permit sisters in the church to wear sandles or go barefoot in any form. 

How do i know this. Paul frequently mentions sexual morality.  First and second Corinthians and first thessilonians spend a lot of time discussing morality.  In our day and age going barefoot is an act of sexual perversion.  

We live in  A different time. To my knowledge foot fetism did not exist in The ancient world or in the world of the roman empire.  Foot fetism does exist in our world and in 21st century America.  Many men are turned on by seing bare feet.  It just does. We should not be feeding into this. 

If women did not bear there feet, this fetish would not be fed. Women should keep this is in mind.  They should not be a stumbling bloc to young men. 

It is incumbent on pastors, deacons or elders to guard the purity of our young men and women. At my church,  we have banned all open toed shoes . we forbid heel and high heels. We request that all dreses or skirts fall to the shoes. Dreses or skirts should not ride up when sitting.

At our church we incist that ladies wear boots or shoes that cover the caff. No part of a foot should be revealed. Non compliance with this directive could be grounds for church diaipline up and including expulsion from the redemed assambly and being treated as a heathen.  We incist all female members sign a satement pledging to adhere to this directive. 

I believe that other independent fundamental Baptist churches should do the same. Barefoot is imoral. 


Pastor dalton emmet greer

Imanual Baptist church

Intercourse Pennsylvania.  


This is a spoof article. It is designed to be a satire. It is not to be taken literaly. 

No reserch was done. This is a work of fiction and fantasy.  

Foot fetish 

A bible college student discovers his fiancée has a foot fetish.

Im Jake.  I grew up in a strict baptist church. We did not own a television.  Myself and my siblings were home schooled.  Most of our activities were centered around the church or area like minded churches. We loved the outside. We were active. 

As a teen , a new family moved to the area. They had a family comprible family size to myine. The oldest daughter was Julie.  Our two families hung out quite a bit. We all became close friends.

We hung out at church. We also hung out outsude of church. Eventualy julie and i became closer. We became friends and then close friends.  We eventualy decided to start a process similar to what some call courtship.basicaly we dated.  

Things went well with us. With consultation with family and church and college oficials , we began to discus marriage.  

Everyone has qirks. Some people hqve trouble pronouncing words. Some studer. Some get nervous. Some people have there own ant farm. Some stil have imiginary friends etc. Jules had a qirk of her own. 

You see she had a foot fetish. As an independent fundimental baptist, she routinely wore dreses or skirts. She never wore pants except under dreses during  winter outdoor activities.  She wore dress shoes a lot.she commonly wore sandles or flip flops. She had a habit of taken off her shoes. I am schocked that she had not lost her shoes. She was often barefoot.  That was not that uncommon for girls .

She liked to pant her nails.  Again not a big deal. I had never heard the term foot fetish.  I was nieve about that kind of stuff. 

I did not pick up on it at first.  It was subtle. On ocasion she asked me if i liked her shade of nail pilish? I was stuned by the question.  It just seemed off the wall. It seemed out of no whare. It was kind of a looney tune questions.  She was prety even keeled.  That was what i believed at the time. 

“Yea i like it. ” i said. ” i’m glad. ” she said. I was taken aback. I noticed she made comments about feet.  She rubed her feet in front of me. She acted weird around me. At first it was unoticed by me. After a while it was unavoidible. 

I had no idea what it was all about.  ” mom i have noticed an odd paturn. “I told her. “Whats that?” she asked. “Julie is obsesed with her feet. She is always talking about that.  She makes coments. It is kind of bizare. ” i said. 

Her jaw dropped. She was shocked and stuned.  She had different life experiences then i did. I grew up only attending independent fundimental Baptist.  Mom grew up in a more evengelical baptist church. Mom watched telivison as a child. She knew a little more about the outside world that i did. 

I was clueless what this ment. She had insight that i did not have.  “This is something you should talk to your father about. ” she said.

I explaned things to dad. He got a scowl on his face. He usualy stayed in one spot. When he was deep in thought he paced though the room. After a few seconds,  he stoped.  

“I think Julia might have a foot fetish? ” he remarked. ” a what?” i asked.  “Some people sexual desires arw triggered by some thing. For some three sexual desires are trigered by things objects. While there is a very smal sagment of society are trigered by feet. She may fall into that catagory. She may be unaware of it. ” he said. 

Unwittingly stirred  a hornets nest. My parents spoke to her parents.  We were alowed to mantiain our relationship but more supervised. It was supwrvised before. She had to wear shoes for now. They tried to get her to wear sox. That was hard for her because she hatted sox. She did like nylons or panty hose though.

She toned down her foot fanaticism.  We eventualy got engaged.  We got maried and went on a honey moon. She wore flip flops.  I was under the impreson that all of her sandles or flip flops had been given away or thown away. Perhaps she brought some without her parents knowledge. She painted her toes. I was also under the impreson that nail polish was banned by her parents. 

We got to the hotel. We had traded driving. We were both tired. “Take off my sandles.  Play with my feet! ” she said.

“Oh. I dont do stuff like that!” i said. “It is not banned in scripture. Come on. Give me a massage! ” she asked.i thought it over. I supposed that she was right. I decided to go along with it 

I pulled off her sandles. I started to rub her feet.  Her feet felt realy nice. Within secconds i was hooked. My thing went up.

After a while,  i got on top of her. We removed each others cloths and went at it. I had no idea but it seems that i had a foot fetish.  She usualy reveled hee feet and it got me into the mood.

We were a hspily maried couple. We had four children.  We were busy in full time miniatry. No one was aware of the weird foot thing.

The notes. 

This story is not ment to be a commentary on foot fetish.  Nor dows it endorse or condem foot fetish.  

Barefoot church

A church with rule that women go barefoot in church.

When moving to a new area you dont know any one. Making new friends was difficult.  Finding a church can also be problematic.  

Paul and christy and there family had just moved to a new area.  They had no idea where to go to a church.they decided to check out varous churches. 

The two and the kids went inside the church. “Welcome to word Baptist temple. “An usher said.Paul and christy introduced themselves to the usher. They were given name tags. 

“Mam. I need you to remove your shoes.”the usher said. Paul was very surprised. As was his young wife christy. “Excuse me?” paul asked. “This church by laws requires women to be barefoot. ” the usher said. 

They were a bit unsure about all of this. They were the visitors. It was only for one sunday. Christy rarely wore shoes any way. At least for very long. She agreed.  

Every women in the church was barefoot.  It seemed the members adhered to the policy. Neither paul nor Christy understood why the policy was in place. They made little sence to them. 

It did not really seam to cause any trouble. It was not that odd of a policy. The church was very friendly.  They did like the church.

She was able to put her shoes back on. They left the church. They went to the car. They waited to get in and pull away before they talked.  

“What did you think?” paul asked.”they seam friendly. The preaching was good.  I like it. “She said.  “Even there quirky traditions?” paul asked. “Is it now that odd. I dont mind going barefoot. ” she said.

They decided to give it another chance.  They went again that night. They. Went wendasday. They started to feel like they were more part of the church. They decided to become members. 

It seems that the barefoot rule was realy the only bizare rule. Every other doctrine qnd belief was fairly orthidox. It was prety standard with more fundimentilist churches. They were prety happy with the church. 

The end.

Barefoot sister

Two sisters move in with eachother. One has a foot fetish.

Annie was a bit down on her luck.  She had a good job. She geaduated from colege with at high marks. A compony she did some summer internship for hired her right after she graduated. She had gone up the ranks.  The compony was sold to a conglomerate.  The new parent compony wanted to murge the two companies.  That ment consolidation and downsizing.  

She was one of the employees let go. She was hoping to be able to stay.she was prety sure that she was going to get the axe. She had to reduce her standard of living. She ended her lease for her apartment.  

She decided to go see her sister. She hoped that she could convince her to let her move in with her. At least until she got back on her feet. She drove to her house.

When katie saw her sister pul in.he opened the door.  Katie wore a blue t shirt jeens and was barefoot.  She went out to the outside porch. Annie wore a gray t shirt and pink skirt and flip flops. 

She went over to annie. They hugged. They always had a complex relationship.  Annie always wanted to be a c.e.o of a major cooperation or a minnor one. Katie wanted to be a stay at home mom.she loved gardening.  She could spend all day in her garden. 

Katie had three children.  One was in school.  The two others were not old enough to go to school. Katie husband was killed while serving in the army oversees. She was now a widow. Between her inheritance from her late parents and her fugal nature she made it work..

They went inside. Katie had a rule that no shoes of any kind are to be worn inside the house. She took off her flip flops. They went over to the couch. 

“Katie i lost my job. “Annie told her.”i am so sory annie. ” she said.”i was wondering if i could stay with you for a while.  I will pay rent, help buy food.  Help cook do chores. Whatever you need me to with the kids what ever. ” she told her older sister. 

“It has been a while sence we have lived together.  I like the idea. I could use some help. There will be some rules. I want you home by ten no exceptions except for work. I will need proof that your at work.  Light out by midnight. No loud music after nine.  I will have a chart with chores. Please do them promptly.”she said. 

“Ok. I will comply with those rules .”annie assured her older sister.  “Good. Also no shoes in the house. Opon entering you will remove yiur shoes. No exceptions.  “She said. 

“I will do that. “Annie said. “Ok. Good. No sox. In the house you will be barefoot.  “Katie said.

Annie was suprised by this. Annie waa suprised that she was asked to stay barefoot inside the home.she was suprised that this was one of her rules. “Your house your rules.i agree.  “Annie said.  

“Then i think i can let you move on.i want to start this on a trial run at first. If it works out i am sure we can continue this on a more long term bases. “Katie said.

Annie smiled. “Cool. So will you be barefoot all the time? “Anie asked.”yes i will. “Katie said. “Cool. You have nice feet.  ” annie said. “Thanks. I like your feet as well. “Katie responded.  

She said thank you to her sister.  They hugged. They had other sisters but they were the closest.with there perents both dead they relied on each other. 

She moved in a couple days later. Katie was sceptical of this arangement. Annie had been careless as a child right up to her graduation.  She wondered if she had really grown up and matured. Her fears had been quickly eliviated. 

She took there agrement quite seriously.  The agrement seemed not be an issue. Annie always held up to her part of the bargun. She enjoyed having her  compony. She had someone adult to talk to. 

Annie came over to the couch. Katie was painting her toe nails.  She was painting her nails red. Katie shared her nail polish with her sister.  

“Katie!  Do you have have some kind of foot fetish?”Annie asked.she blushed. “Ok you caught me. I figured you would have figued it out by now. ” katie said. “The signs were there i gues. I am not sure why i did not conect the dotes.” Annie said. 

“May i touch your feet?”Katie asked. It was a very unusual request. It was kinda odd. ” oh ok. “Annie reaplied.

Katie started to run her fingers over her sisters feet she rub the top.she then went to the bottom of her feet. She caressed them. She seeamed to be in an extreme sate of almost an orgasmic sate. 

Annie could tell that this was almost making katie horny. Annie wondered, was this only confined to feet?could katie be a lesbien? Katie had always been a little too clingy with other girls. She always drewled a little too long with hugs. She did not mind but did notice it. 

“May i play with your feet?” annue asked.katie said yes. She rubed and rubed. Anie began to think that mayby she may have a foot fetish of her own. 

Both decided that this arangement was going to work out nicely. Yes indeed they both thought. 

The end. 

Bare foot prison

A young colege student is falsely arrested and ends up in prison where she ia forced to go batefoot.

I’m katie. I am 19 years old. I was a college student.  I was a good student. I got good was good. 

I was shy and qiet. I got asked out by another freshman.of course i said yes. He was smart like me. He was not a showman. He was not full of himself at all. I respected him for that and severl other reason. 

Our date was amazing.  He saw kind and thoughtfull.the perfect gentlemen.  We arranged to have a second date. 

What i did not know was that this made another person jelous. Bradford Clifton jenings roberds the third. He liked me. He thought i should be with him. He was anoid at the thought of me being with someone else. Especially a freshman from a less then middle class family.  

Instead of trying to win me over,he decided to get revenge. If he could not have me,no one could. He came up with a plan.he decided to frame me for cheeting. 

He hacked into my oficial school digital portfolio.  He changed my paper. I was always careful to cite my sources and give proper citation when i qoated or made illusion to a saurce. I used the turabien method if citing. He made it look i was attributing qoate to myself. Sence he hacked into my accounts it looked like i was doing it.

Sence colleges were under the department of education, cheating was a federal crime. Due to high profile cheating scandles. It was punishable by jail time. 

I went to my room. I saw several fbi agents. “Are you katie burton?”the lead f.b.i. agent asked. “I am.”i said. I was realy concerned.  I had no idea what was going on. I knew it was not good. 

“Katie Elizabeth burton you are under arest fir violating title five of the fairness and inrregrety act.”he said. My rights were read. I was led to prison.

I was striped out of my green shirt,jeens and underware. I was put in an orange jumpsuit. I was then shakled . i was put in handcufs,belly chain and ankle cufs.

“Where are my shoes? “I asked.  “Prisoners are not alowed shoes or sox. You go barefoot all the matter what. ” the gaurd said.

I did not like that at all. What could i do. I was taken my cell witch was cubicle realy. The shakles were removed.  I was placed in a chair. I was shakled in the chair for a day. 

I was forced to stay in the chair until night.  I was then shakled in a bunk in another room.

I was unable to pay bail. I had to await trial in prison.  I was barfoot. At my trial i could ware shoes. I did not like it any more. I felt hot. I was excited to take them off.

Then on day i was shakled in a chair. A gaurd came in.she undid my shakles. It was not close to bed time i realy had no idea what was going on.

“You are being released! “She said.”did someone pay my bail?”i asked. “No you misunderstand! The charges were droped. It seamed a jilted lover framed you. He felt bad and confessed “she said. 

I was alowed to change. David the freshman i started to date before i ended up in the pocky. Picked me up. I go in. We kissed and huged.

My feet were kiling me. I took off my shoes.much better. I had a feeling i would be going barefoot more often.

The end.

So i dont end up barefoot in prison, the idea came from qurhk on tumbler. If you google barefoot in prison tumbler,ther are quite a few tumbler pages involving batefoot girl in prison or slaves.  

I have a thing for bategoot girls in seams other do we wel.