CHAPTER
ELEVEN:
“In ancient Indian scripts such as the ‘Kama-sutra’
it is said that the second toe of each foot is directly related to sexual
stimulation” aunt played with the silver toe-ring she wore in her foot.
“It is
recommended for married women to wear a toe-ring like this to keep their sex
drives high. They are referred to as ‘Bichiya’
in Hindi and ‘Metti’ in Tamil. Usually
toe-rings are made out of Silver or Bronze as Indian women do not wear any Gold
jewelry below their waists. If I remember right, your mother also wears a toe
ring know?” she asked.
“Yes, sometimes”
I replied.
“Hm! Then let’s look about sexual fetishes” she
purred her lips and hummed softly. Aunt Hillary looked at me smilingly and
continued to speak.
“Some psychologists say that every person has some
sort of fetish and that it depends whether it is prominently visible or not.
The fetishes of men are said to be stronger and more specific that the fetishes
of women. Also fetishes are broadly divided in to two as Spiritual fetishes and
Plastic fetishes. Plastic fetishes are the ones related to materials or
touchable things. Out of this too, the fetishes related to specific body parts
is referred to as ‘Partialsm’. And
the most common form of partialism is ‘Podophilia’, in which a person becomes
sexually aroused by feet. Therefore personalities such as you are not
that rare and you’re not at all alone in this!” she said pausing for a moment
and allowing me to grasp the point she was making.
Actually I didn’t fully understand what she was
saying at that moment. I only realized how much Aunt Hillary was right a few
years later when I got access to the internet. Back then I didn’t have access
to Internet though it was very limitedly available in Colombo. We were thought
about it in our IT lectures but it was a time we still used floppy discs on
large box-like computers.
“How fetishes evolve in a person has been a
debatable issue. Most say that fetishes are a result of a person being
conditioned at a very early childhood which later leaves an imprint in that
person’s adult character. Some have said that it happens as a result of the gradual
separation of a baby from its mother. The baby at this phase is said to find a
substitute object or image in place of its mother. This could be a simple soft
toy or something hung over the baby’s cradle. You might have noticed that some
baby’s tent to suck their own toes. Here also the baby is said to develop a
stimulation as same as it gets from its mother’s image and fondly touches. And
also this is said to give the sense of security it gets when the mother
presence. That’s why baby’s usually stop crying when their given their favorite
toy. Later these substitutes or similar images and objects are said to develop
fetishes in the grown-up. Sigmund Freud says that fetishes are a result of
premature suppressions of sexuality during the early childhood, which later get
stuck into a transitory phase and creates adulthood fetishes. Whatever the
reasons they may happen to be fetishes area not considered bad as long as they
are not harmful to anyone or the society. Most fetishes are considered to be
innocent and have been proven that having them does not prevent a person from living
a normal and happy life. The only thing one should keep in mind is to have a
good understanding about the kind of fetish he or she is having and not get
carried away by it” Aunt Hillary explained.
Aunt Hillary looked at me. Her eyes were full of
compassionate love. Then she looked at her late husband’s portrait hung on the
wall. Uncle Bill’s framed photo along with a few other family photos were hung
on the wall in front of us just above the upright piano.
“Bill and I first met in 1964. I was just twenty one
and Bill was nineteen. He too was very much like you confused with a serious
foot fetish and afraid to face the real world. I was conducting weekend piano
classes at our village church at that time. It was also the time I joined playing
for the National Orchestra. Bill was an orphan. His parents had died when he
was very young and he had been brought-up by his grand-mother. He hadn’t had or
known any other relatives. When bill was sixteen his grand-mother also had
passed-away leaving him under the care of the church seminary. The Reverend
Farther Valentine of our church had allowed him to continue his schooling while
providing for all his needs; as per his grand-mother’s wish. It was Father
Valentine who introduced him to my piano class just after his Advance Level
Exams. He was one of my best students and soon we became good friends” Aunt
paused indulged in her memories for moment.
“Bill had finished his schooling by then. It was a
free class organized by the church as an act of charity. Farther Valentine paid
me a small allowance as pocket-money out of the donations he got. My students
were of all ages; from teenagers to retired senior citizens. I had to conduct
the classes at church because it was the only place we had a piano back then” Aunt
explained.
“As my friendship with Bill grew I noticed that he
paid a great deal of attention towards my feet. He commented on them and
suggested and advised in ways that I should take care of my feet. I found it a
bit odd as I was not aware on this subject at that time. But I also didn’t feel
any of his comments or advice to be intruding at first. Actually I myself
didn’t pay much attention to my feet back then. I just painted my toes in any
color available and that was also if we had to attend some special function
such as a wedding. Bill would always
comment; ‘Ah! Hillary, you shouldn’t have painted your toe nails in this shade’,
‘you shouldn’t have worn those sandals with this dress’ or ‘you should have
worn open toe sandals with a dress like this’ and so on. He was sure to comment
on my feet as soon as he got a chance where no one else was around. I got so
annoyed of it one day I asked him ‘What the hell Bill? Why are you always so
worried about “my” feet?’
I noticed that Bill didn’t face me after that for a
few days. I felt sorry for him. So I stayed after class one day and asked
whether he could walk me home. He walked beside me silently. As we came to the
end of the cemetery, I told him that I needed to talk with him a bit and
invited him to sit with me on a small boulder under a shady tree.it was a secluded spot where we could see both directions of the road. I first told him I was sorry for been rude to
him and asked why he was so interested in my feet anyway. It was that day he confessed to me about his foot
fetish. We both were not knowledgeable to identify it as a ‘fetish’ or didn’t
know anything about fetishes. I found it
to be bit odd at first but also found it interesting. Actually it was after
that I started to think of my feet as sexy and started to take good care of
them.
Also, from that
day on Bill always walked me up to that spot at the edge of the cemetery, and
we sat there and chatted till it became dark. Soon we fell in love with each
other and became pretty intimate with each other as well. I allowed him to play
with my feet whenever we got the chance. I first told about Bill to my sister
Demi as our mother had died several years before. Then I asked my dad for
permission to marry Bill. He got furious and swore that he would never allow me
to marry a ‘jobless orphan’. Then I
asked help from Father Valentine. He too was in his doubts at first whether we
were doing the right thing, but soon was convinced that we were truly in love
with each other. So he blessed us and got us married. My dad protested till the
very last moment, but Father Valentine told dad to consider Bill as his own
son; ‘One of God’s Sons’. We married and moved into a small annex" Aunt
Hillary looked at me as if to check whether I was still listening because she
was so absorbed in her past memories.
“Despite Uncle
Bill’s foot fetish, he was also a real ‘Don Juan!” she said with a chuckle.
“He loved and cared for my feet even more than I
did. He treated my feet to Home-made spas at least once a week when he was at
home. He voluntarily scrubbed and washed my feet when we had baths together and
oiled and massages them every now and then. Oh! He too had magical figures and
did wonders giving me foot rubs. He completed a diploma in foot-reflexology
following a short-time course in Thailand while he was there for a training
program. The twenty-three year marriage life of us was absolutely full of fun
and adventure. It was after we got married that Bill studied Aeronautical
engineering to become a pilot. Then he joined ‘Rawana-Air’. We got air tickets
at concessional rate once a year to holyday at any destination we chose. We
didn’t miss a single such opportunity we got. Oh! What a wonderful time that
was?” Aunt Hillary swept a tear that had formed at the edge of her eye with her
fingertips.
“Well, I’m just telling you all this nonsense. All I
wanted to tell you is that having a foot fetish is not a bad thing. You
shouldn’t think badly of yourself. I mean, you’re not some kind of pervert or
miserable person. You can have a happy and normal life after all. Take Uncle
Bill for an example!” she glanced back towards Uncle Bill’s photo on the wall.
“I recon guys like you have two choices. One is to
try an overcome this fetish of yours. Try to forcefully get interested in
liking so called ‘normal’ sex orientations. The second is to develop your
fetish in creating a unique and wonderful sex life of your own. The second
choice is what you should opt to. But remember that it definitely is more
difficult than the first. You’ll need to be patient and wait till the right
person comes at the right time. And also you’ll have to count on your luck at
times too” Aunt Hillary gave me a side-long glance and looked away smiling
“According to
your mother’s opinion, she assumes that you haven’t had any serious affair with
a girl yet; leaving alone dating one. Usually mother’s instincts are dead
accurate. I think it must be so on this occasion as well. Is it?” She asked. I
said “yes” with a nod from head. I felt a bit shy. I glazed down on to the
floor.
“Is it a ‘Yes’?”
she wanted a confirmation.
“Yes Aunty” I
confirmed.
“Wouldn’t you
like to date one?” it was a direct question. But I was not in a position to
give a direct answer.
“Yes, but Aunty. But I’m not sure. I may not meet
the right person and I may not say the right things at the right time. You
know? As you had told mom in the morning, maybe we better delay it for a while.
I mean till I get to know myself a bit more and?” I was babbling with words for
an answer.
“I understand. But you shouldn’t worry so much about
a date. It’s just a date after all. Not that you’re committing yourself for a
long-time relationship or something. Why your mother asked me to set you up
with a date is for you to start learning things. On second thoughts about it, I
think Madhu’s idea is also not bad at all. It’s good if you can go on a date
with someone. Do you have any one we know that you would like to date? So that
I can help set her for you” again it was a difficult question to answer.
“I’d much prefer
to be chatting with you like this Aunty, rather than with any other unknown
girl who might not understand my feelings at all” I finally said after thinking
for a while.
“Woo! So you say
that you’ll prefer to date me rather than any other young girl hah? I’m so
flattered!” Aunt Hillary said laughing.
“Yes, I am! I
think it would be great if I could date you!” I said interrupting her laughter.
She stopped laughing and gave me a serious look.
“Are you
serious? I was just joking” she said.
“A ‘Date’ is not just two going out for a meal. It
is something more romantic. You could call it ‘a romantic event associated with
a meal or movie’. We could go out together for a casual meal. We have done that
many times. But they can’t be considered to be dating. It would be
inappropriate and too risky if we go out on a formal date” Aunt Hillary said
firmly.
“Maybe you
can invite me for a date at your place?” I asked as a witty remark. She seemed
to be stunned and dumb-folded for a moment. Then a slight smile came over her
face.
“Now that is very creative thinking I must say. Hah?
Your mother wanted me to hook you up with some young and beautiful girl and
here you want me as your date. What would you tell your mother if she one day ask
you whether you have gone on a date and who that lucky girl was?” Aunt Hillary
asked as if to tease me.
“Well? I’ll tell
her that Aunt Hillary set me up with the most beautiful and attractive girl
I’ve ever met in my life and that ‘she’ was very understanding and helpful toward
me” I said cheerfully. Aunt Hillary laughed.
“Okay then? If
that is what you want” Aunt Hillary said after thinking it over for a while.
“So when would
you invite me for our first date?” I was impatient.
“Well? Let’s
see. I did tell you that you need to get over ninety out of hundred marks at
your next submission, didn’t I?” she asked.
“Yes, But?” I
wanted things to happen sooner.
“No buts mister. If I remember correct, the deadline
for your submission is on Friday the 21st isn’t it? So you have
almost five more days to work on it and get those marks. I think they will be
giving the marks of it right away after Christmas vacations, wouldn’t they?
That would be around the 7th of January. So assuming that things
would go for you as planned, we can schedule our first date for maybe say the
Wednesday, 10th January 1991. Hopefully a good start to a good new
year?” she said looking at the calendar hung on the dining room wall. I was
sort of disappointed of having to wait for so long. But I didn’t wasn’t to
challenge her decision because it was one of the condition I had promised her
that I would obey.
“By than I would be back home. I‘ve planned to fly on the 24th
and return around the 5th of January. Last Christmas also I was in
Australia. I accompanied Harry in mid-October, just before my forty sixth
birthday. I stayed there till Christmas. I have decided to go visit my sister
and son every December. That is the best season to visit Australia; it’s the
Australian summer. Demi want me to stay there for at least a month. I said may
be next year. Now I have a good reason to tell Demi. I can tell her that I have
a date that I can’t miss on the 10th of January” Aunt Hillary
laughed at her own joke. I joined her once I realized it was meant to be a joke.
“Now then?
Can we end this first ‘sex-education session’ of ours? I’m pretty sleepy right
now because I didn’t get much of a sleep last night. I’ll call you when dinner
is ready. You can rub my feet after dinner under agreed condition of cause. Now
you too go have a nap or whatever? You also better get started with your
assignment young man!” Aunt Hillary waving her hand and motioning me to leave.
But I wanted to ask one final question before I left.
“Ah? When you’ll be in Australia Aunty, will Harry be
rubbing your feet? I’m just asking out of curiosity. I mean you’ll be staying
in the same apartment with your sister and niece I assume?” I shyly asked her.
“For your information; during almost the three
months I was there last, Harry had a tough time having to rub the feet of all
three women in the house. That was me, my sister Demi and my nice Diane; all
three of us use to sit on a sofa like this and stretch our legs on a coffee table
every evening after dinner for Harry to rub our feet. And he had no complaints
rubbing our feet. Harry still rubs both Demi’s and Diane’s feet almost on a
daily basis. So? I’m not going to have any problem in getting my feet rubbed
while I’d be in Australia. Any more questions?” she asked sarcastically. I felt
shy that I nodded my head to say ‘No’.
“Okay. Then get lost you brat!” she playfully
mimicked her hands as if to chase me out.
“Yes Mam!” I
gave her a shy salute as I stood up to leave.
“Just one salute
is enough” she said laughingly. She winked and glanced at my boxer pants. The
erection I was having was clearly visible as a swelled bulge.
“Ooops! I’m
sorry!” I apologized.
“No need to be sorry. Any women would like to see
her date being a bit exited and getting a hard-on for her. It doesn’t matter
whether it is due to her looks, her movements or her talking. Go get yourself relieved soon and get started
with your assignment” Aunt Hillary said with a seductive smile that melted my
heart.
Enthusiasm makes time fly. It also gives
determination in achieving goals that if not may have seemed impossible. I
worked hard on my assignment and submitted it on time. I continued to rub Aunt
Hillary’s feet every evening before sleep. She always placed a cushion on my lap before
placing her feet to be rubbed. She did it with a smile, knowing very well that
I would be having an erection under it. Therefore, I never bothered to hide my
erection when leaving the room after rubbing her feet. Aunt Hillary sometimes
joked about my bulge. She often winked and wished me ‘Sweet Dreams!’ and also advising
me to ‘Stroke it well!’
The Christmas vacation was over before even
realizing it had come. It was the first time my sister Rachel and her husband Ravi
came home since migrating to Canada. They were having a little baby girl named Tharu. They stayed a week with us and
another week at Ravi’s place. Ravi’s parents were also to migrating with them
to help them look-after the baby. With Rachel and her family around the house I
had hardly any time to think about my ‘proposed date with Aunt Hillary’ during
the day times. But at nights I always thought about how Harry must be rubbing the
feet of three gorgeous women including his mom. It always gave me a hard-on and
made me masturbate.
I came to Aunt Hillary’s place after the vacations.
She had returned from Australia by then. She was very happy when I informed her
that I had ninety four marks for my assignment. She promised me that she would
treat me to the “hottest-first-date’ a guy could ever dream of. I was so
excited.
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