Foot Worship at Berlin’s Böse Buben
Story by: RM Vaughan
Photography by: Ulli Richter
October 2, 2019
Somewhere in the playrooms of Böse Buben, a Berlin fetish club, a foot is being licked and sucked, kissed, swallowed, spat on, and tongued. Somewhere close to me, within earshot, another lowly foot is being transformed; no longer is it just an ugly underside of thick skin or a part of the body rarely seen and even more rarely adored. A foot is remade, drop by drop of saliva, into
a moist protrusion, a glistening patch of gooey skin, a substitute cock. The man doing all the licking later greased up the foot he had adorned and sat on it, inserting the big toe (and so much more) into his ass. He’d been there before and he liked having an audience.
The men at Böse Buben appear to be lost in a kind of spiritual fugue, one that demanded relentless prayer. A tongue can pray in so many ways.
Foot fetishes, or “foot partialism,” as the shrinks call it, is as layered and outward-reaching as the most methodical and physically rigorous fetishes. Furthermore, it is the most common fetish by far in all sexual communities and is often paired (apologies for the pun) with shoe fetishism. The bottom of your foot is one of the most sensitive places on your body, as the sole is crowded with approximately 200,000 nerve endings. That’s a lot of possible sensations in one small space.
Within the range of co-delights, there are sneaker guys, boot guys, dress shoe guys, sock guys — the list goes on. And the variants within even the sock fetish are limitless. Some men get turned on by bare feet, some not. Some are turned on by clean feet, many not. Most foot fetishists have entwined fetishes, such as bastinado punishment play, tickling torture, being hit with a shoe, trampling and other Dom/sub games. I saw all of these variations played out over the course of five hours. Trampling appears to be the big thing these days, after a good old-fashioned shrimping.
At Böse Buben, the flatbed torture rack includes two yokes for feet. Once in them, you can barely move your foot. And then the fun begins. I watched one man mercilessly beat the bottoms of another man’s feet with a rubber strap, only to end the play with a bit of role reversal as he sat on the floor and hugged and kissed his sub’s feet. The former bottom then proceeded to beat the daylights out of his tormentor with a thin, whippy cane.
This shit is not for amateurs.
