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[Log Date: August 2013] So about four months after having pulled of the " Blurred Lines; Dawns Soles Get " shoot, Dawn unexpectedly gets back in touch. As I suspected, I was not as stealthy as I had thought. She explains her reason for distancing herself was because of noticing "some stuff" on her toes/in her shoes after I left and was pretty sure I did more than just record and photograph her feet. Seeing as she let all this time go by without calling the boys in blue, responded to my email, and didn't seem upset... serious... but not upset, I figured there was no point in denying it. I apologize of course and after some back and forth the convo reaches a point where I felt comfortable asking if she would mind my publishing it. She's surprised I hadn't already but is still hesitant to consent now that the question is being posed. I offer her a little monetary incentive as well as informing her I'm willing to meet any terms/conditions she might have regarding its publication. It takes a few days but we come to an arrangement we are both satisfied with.
In the midst of all that, the reason she looked me up after all that time got put to the back burner. A couple days after signing off on the release form we seem to be in better standings and I get another email flat out asking if I was "still doing shoots?" I drop everything and respond immediately thanking my lucky stars for what I thought was going to be another opportunity to have those glorious soles wrapped around the Dawn deprived rod. She quickly pops that bubble, emailing me again midway through my response, to let me know she's still dating the boyfriend but was hoping I could book her for another "just feet" shoot. She naively lets me know she's short on funds of the upcoming semesters tuition. The wheels of my mind instantly begin turning. We set up another shoot at her place the day after.
The session is staged around Dawns bed and starts out with some awesome foot modeling shots of those high arched, all natural, wrinkled meaty soles on display. She's a mellow and none expressive type by nature but I could still pick up on some awkward/timid vibes. I make sure to engage her a lot and really manifest a "normal" tone to the shoot and keep at it until she's more at ease if not eager to zone out like "usual." However, unlike prior shoots, she turns on music rather than zoning out to her headphones; pulling off my despicable, deviant, dirty, deed was going to be a tad more challenging. Luckily I thought ahead and arrive commando style for added ease of release. I grab a quick rest room break where I make sure to return unzipped and ready to un-holster the rod at a moments notice.
The clip begins as the shoot takes a way more relaxed shift. Moments after asking me if it was okay for her to lay and read the camcorder goes live. It becomes clear my plans are working perfectly. She's way more relaxed and it feels just like last time. Just a few minutes in and I make my move directing her not to look back at anytime, waiting a few moments, then slowly flopping the rod out of its confines. Making sure to engage and direct her to keep the calm alive while full out stroking my stiffy to her soles. Be it the fact that I did this and got away with it just months before or simply not giving a damn if I got busted? I am way more open with my wanking Despite not having a couch to hind behind, . I make sure to get a lot of clear shots of her reading as well. This continues as I direct her to execute different poses and toe spread while coming foolishly close to making contact.
I get over zealous and attempt to stage my camcorder to where I can record hands free. It topples over and thuds onto her wooden floor prompting her to look back in response to the clatter. Its a SUPER near miss but I manage to duck and tuck in the nick of time and pretend to fiddle with my camera bag. She actually seems pretty calm still and cavalierly returns to reading her book. I continue to gesture as if I'm simply changing angles and settings on my camera while discretely taking my misery ridden rod back out.
About 10mins later the clip pics back up from a new angle allowing me to go all out and brandish my rod right above her soles while wanking like a mad man. The adrenaline rush has taken full control. I remind her to continue doing things like crossing her ankles and rubbing her feet together. Clearly shes assumed there is no way I'd pull another attempt at her soles while her headphones aren't present and I have nothing to hide behind. As you'll see I am even MORE daring if anything. Jerking firmly mere inches above her soles. Playing duck duck goose with her movements and really pushing the envelope to where a mistimed dodge or even her randomly changing positions would of inevitably caused contact. I literally lost in a trance and then it happens...
The first blast is one of the usual gushers ... I look up and to my surprise she is still completely absorbed in her book and clearly didn't notice. I try with all my might to pull away. To stop myself and get a grip. To aim off. Instead I end up instructing her to slowly rub her feet together. SMFH . It seems to have taken a moment for my command to register and by then I lose control . Another glob oozes out of my clenched fist and before I know it Im holding her foot while plunging deeply into her toes. I will never forget the feeling of being on the edge of rational thought and saying... " fuck it." My mind is hijacked by my deviant, and my deviant hijacked by a foreign darkness. A little voice says "There's no turning back now" "She had to of known better" "blow it ALL." The thoughts race on.
She becomes aware of the wetness and pulls her foot away from my grip causing a full realization to settle in for us both. Although the following scenes/audio right after that have been omitted per her request? Believe you me when I say she did NOT react calmly. Her face turns beet read with furrowed brows as she turns catching me read handed with the rod in clenched fist and in clear view . Torn between leaping on me, not getting it all over the place yet not finding anything within reach to wipe it off, and rising panic. She clumsly tries to throw her book at me. The sudden ruckus cause the floor/furniture to vibrate enough to cause the camera to fall further solidifying my deviant intentions. It might as well have been written on my forehead.
I apologize profusely saying "I just... lost. control." Her only words are "TOO LATE." (to be continued...)
