Client Review: Mr. Feet – 5/5. A Masterclass in How to Book, Surrender & Savor
- Haruhi 'S Unleashed
- Jul 23
- 4 min read
I'm starting a new series: client reviews.
Nut it's not about the clients thoughts on me, but rather the opposite.
I'll be sharing details about clients worth reviewing (either because they were amazing or because they were lacking).
We begin with Mr. Feet.
5 out of 5.
The Booking
His first message was brief, clear, and immediately communicated the time frame he was interested in. When I confirmed my availability, he asked what I needed for screening—which is rare. Most people wait to be asked. He offered the information.
I sent him a few questions. He replied promptly.
He communicated exactly (and briefly) what he was looking for: a sensual feet session with elements of full service. Specific, but not rigid. I gave him the price. He agreed. No haggling. No twenty follow-up questions. No "what if I just want to look at your feet for ten minutes" energy.
The entire setup was smooth, efficient, and exactly what booking should be.
The Arrival
He arrived early. I asked for a drink. He was immediately open to it—brought me exactly what I requested. From the first moment, his energy was warm and respectful.
When he handed me the donation, he'd already added a tip. In advance.
That's a smart strategy, by the way. It sets the tone. It communicates: I'm generous, I trust you, I value this. And my natural response to that is to return the generosity. I'm already someone who doesn't watch the clock, but when a client tips upfront? I become even more present, even more giving. It's not required. It's just effective.
The Session
He showered. I finished setting up the table. When he returned, I asked if he'd read my blog. He had—always a green flag. He hadn't booked a traditional massage, more of a sensual feet session with extras, but I like to start every encounter with at least a brief massage. It grounds people. It signals: You can relax now. I've got this.
He was open. Relaxed. Trusting. No need to control every detail. That's rare. Some clients want to micromanage the session, and it paradoxically diminishes the experience. If you're coming to me—especially for bodywork—trust that I know what I'm doing. Because I do.
Mr. Feet understood this. He surrendered fully into the relaxation space, and within fifteen minutes I could feel his whole nervous system softening.
Then I invited him to the bed. I was genuinely enthusiastic about the playtime. We started slow.
What I really appreciated was his lack of urgency. He wasn't chasing the climax. He wasn't fixated on extreme stimulation. He was open to everything—the subtle, the intense, the quiet in-between. That spaciousness is where the best sessions happen.
The Conversation
We talked. I asked what he specifically wanted from the feet play. He told me he was open—that he wanted to do something I liked. That's always a lovely moment. A client who cares about my pleasure, even a little, transforms the dynamic. It becomes collaborative.
I shared what I enjoy about foot play. The physical dimension—it genuinely feels good to have my toes sucked, my arches massaged. The personal dimension—an early childhood message that stayed with me: If someone loves you, they'll kiss your feet. I don't believe that literally anymore, but the imprint remains. And then the power dimension—the erotic charge of having someone at your feet, devoted, surrendered.
We exchanged ideas about kink and gender while he caressed my feet.
Stimulating conversation, literal stimulation. It was fun, smart, sexy.
The Escalation
His devotion to my feet was so pleasurable I got hard. Naturally, I brought out my new toy—the vibrating plug. He wanted to try it. I covered it with a condom and shared. Watching his surprise when he realized it vibrated was delightful.
Then I started giving him a foot job. Slow. Teasing. Connected. After a while, he asked me to fuck him.
Normally, I'm selective about where my seed goes. I'm very protective of my nectar, as long-time readers know. But the session had been so enjoyable, so mutual, so un-rushed, that when he asked me to come on his chest, I said yes. I set my mind to it. I reorganized the space slightly. And then I gave him what he asked for—twice. Two orgasms in a row. That doesn't happen often. It was a testament to how good the container felt.
He was delighted. By then, we'd already gone over the booked time. I didn't care. When he asked if I could finish him with a foot job, I was more than happy. Watching him come was beautiful—the vulnerability, the patience, the honest desire.
Why Mr. Feet Got the Full Experience
He didn't arrive with a rigid script. He knew what he wanted—feet, bottoming—but he wasn't desperate to check boxes. He was present. He let the chemistry unfold at its own pace. He trusted that the best sex simmers at low heat, and he gave it space to build.
That's it. That's the formula. Openness. Patience. Clear communication. A tip doesn't hurt.
Final Rating: 5/5
10 out of 10, honestly. Any sexual partner this person has in the future is bound for a delicious, nurturing, deeply satisfying experience. Mr. Feet, thank you for visiting. Thank you for the energy exchange. Thank you for being exactly the kind of client that makes this work a joy.
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