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I’ve got the world at my feet – and it’s all thanks to my tantalising tootsies... Gweneth Lee, 49
Looking up at a photo on a billboard in sunny Spain, I recognised the feet in the limelight and grinned.
Adverts for designer sandals only used the top tootsies. And this time, the digits on display were mine!
It was 1988 and I was just 19 years old, but I was already a model with seven years of experience behind me.
Agents and photographers had all worked out my best feature.
It just so happened mine were my feet.
High arches, slender ankles, smooth skin, straight toes… a positive picture of perfection.
Delving into this unique world, I became a registered foot model, whipping off my socks at every opportunity.
Now, I also did commercial modelling for sporty brands and catalogues.
But I loved nothing more than wiggling my toes in front of the camera.
In fact, in my 20s, I realised I found feet a huge turn-on.
My hubby Robert adored mine, treating me to pedicures.
‘I love these beautiful toes!’ he would beam, kissing them one by one.
We had an incredible open marriage. A bit unorthodox, some would say.
Sadly, Robert died from cancer in 2000, leaving me all alone. I was distraught, and lost my self-esteem.
Eventually, in 2008, I decided I needed a new lease of life. I couldn’t sit around moping. Robert and I had always been into the kinkier side of life, and I had always been the dominant one.
So I joined illicitencounters. com and started to explore the dark and wonderful world of being a dominatrix with other men.
Ordering submissive men to eat meals in bondage outfits, and even whipping them in the bedroom, it was such a thrill for us both.
My clients adored me, and I was making a mint!
I set up an Instagram account, @gweneth_lee, and the comments came rolling in as I built up a devout following. And there was a very clear theme...
Suckable toes! Edible from head to TOE!
Men seemed more interested in my feet than my face!
In March 2018, I set up another Instagram account just for my soles, and snapped pictures focused on my feet.
By the pool, in bed, out and about, wearing fishnets, stilettos... Even if my feet were a little grubby, the fetishists worshipped every picture.
Keeping my feet in top condition was no easy task.
I drank three litres of water a day to keep the cuticles hydrated, as well as eating lots of fresh fish.
I used foot cream three times a day and wore a toe separator at the gym to stop them getting squashed.
Every two weeks, I had a pedicure and foot massage.
Most times, as the beautician painted on my favourite red, they would comment on my pretty feet.
My beauty regime sounds expensive, but I’ll let you into a secret...
The money doesn’t come out of my own pocket.
My foot fetishists send me cash and gifts to post pictures in specific places.
I’m receiving around $2,500 a month from fans – almost £2,000.
And I’ve taken my toe-tantalising business further.
I now have visitors coming to my home in California, massaging, licking and taking pleasure from my feet.
I’ll travel to them if they want, too. At $300 an hour, around £230, I’m not complaining!
I’ve had designer
I’m receiving £2,000 a month from fans!
heels and boots, handbags and gift vouchers sent to me.
Most men are high-flyers in their 30s and 40s.
Foot fetishism is an escape from their busy jobs or hectic family life.
If a man wants to visit me on his lunch break to kiss my feet, so be it. He’ll be more relaxed once he gets home to his wife.
Who knew feet could be such a lucrative and exhilarating business?