A hot raven-haired, ruby-lipped door maiden, with legs for miles, graced the Amsterdam club, ‘Feet-ish Haven’s’ entrance. She gazed at me with intense desire as I gave her the code word ‘Tootsies.’ I couldn’t help but notice the red, flashy platformed patented leather heels she had on with black fishnet hose and garter belt, that led an enticing trail all the way up her micro mini latex dress. We wandered into the club and were greeted by two exquisitely captivating hostesses, who decorated the hallway. The first, a meek maiden in a pastel pink lace dress, lay dutifully on her belly on a soft cream bear rug, her tousled scarlet tresses, draped in a white garland of jasmine, cascaded down her back alluringly. She held an ostrich feather, which she used to tickle the pretty, silky, delicate feet of a stunning brunette Domme, who sat stoically above her in a baby blue velvet lounge chair, draped solely in a shimmering silver satin scarf. The timid maiden proceeded to paint her Domme’s toes in a splendid tint of ‘come fuck me purple.’ The sensual tension was palpable, crackling enchantingly in the air. The walls were covered in lavish crushed burgundy velvet, allowing for an erotic, romantic, whimsical ambience, beckoning rapturous delights. A humongous disco ball glistened and swirled hypnotically. The enormous rhinestoned star-shaped ceiling fan emitted intoxicating violet lights, and bedazzled spectacularly as it blew warm, arousing, hedonistic winds. Dimmed violet-hued lights shone amidst effervescent, multi-colored bubbles, that flitted and floated throughout the club, and entranced us to go with the flow as they took flight. We were courted by the music and swayed to and fro as the DJ blasted out disco hit ‘You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real)’ by Sylvester. A bare-footed, dirty blonde Goddess, decorated in rainbow leg warmers and glistening, jewelled toe ring, danced temptingly and unrestrainedly in the middle of the dance floor. An androgynous, radiant Earth Angel of a man, in luminous hot pink spandex skin-tight pants, joined her and danced in sync with reckless abandon. He mounted her up against the bronze water fountain of decadent Eros (Greek God of Carnal Love), amongst the sprouted ivy. We watched, captivated as he inhaled the decadent aroma of her feet, and ravenously caressed, licked and sucked on her big toe. He jutted and plundered his cock between her toes, lustfully sliding and gliding it in and out; and I’ll never forget the look of ecstasy on his face as he released his thick splashes, spurts and wads of cum, gratitude and satisfaction between her toes, that urgently gushed out like water from a fireman's hose. Arousal glassed over this delectable wanton minx’s eyes, and she looked up invitingly and teasingly at me as I passed by. With our drinks in hand, we descended down the stairs to the basement to explore the infamous VIP Room we had heard about. Fanned hazes of smoke swirled and billowed seductively throughout The VIP Room, dispensing an erotic aura of mystique. Mirrors, smothered and smeared in abandon, reflected back to us the carnal, heated Foot Kink Scene. A tall, curvy, commanding, bleach blonde Fem Domme released her timid man plaything from her used stocking restraining and gagging his mouth. Clad and bound only in a leather neck collar and leash, he jutted out a stiff rock hard cock. With her granted approval, he enthusiastically worshiped and licked her leather thigh high stiletto boots. She proudly and powerfully edged him on as he stopped to eagerly fondle and kiss the side buckles of her boot. As I looked out the side of my eye, I glanced the smug smirk on her face and his look of sheer pleasure as she mercilessly trampled his balls with the sharp, pointed, menacing heels of her stilettos. Cherise and I, exhausted and swept off our feet, drifted through the club and made our exit. Outside the wayward breeze whisked through and uplifted our hair, and the stars illuminated the night sky and propelled us back to stark reality. Someone pinch me, because I am sure that these kinky, toe-curling exploits must have been part of my Utopian Dream…