This Fraternity Just Received The Creepiest Email I’ve Ever Read From A Man With A Foot Fetish

Foot Fetish

Ladies and gentleman, I’m not sure anything can quite prepare you for what you’re about to read. Below is an email, obtained by Grandex, that was sent to a fraternity chapter president. In quite excruciating detail, the sender asks if the fraternity would be willing to make him their “docile and obedient foot slave.” He suggests that, as part as their pledge program, new recruits train him for t brothers.

I’ve commented what I assume was the fraternity’s response to the most incredible email I’ve ever read.

Dear [Chapter President],
Hi! I guess I’ll start out by saying you don’t know me. In fact, I have no connection with [school redacted] or with any of the students there. And yours is the first, but not necessarily the only fraternity, that I’m getting in touch with. Please forgive me for using your email address, but I don’t have a snail mail address for [fraternity redacted].

Okay, dude. I guess I’ll let the fact that you didn’t personally address a hand-written letter to us slide, as that’s how most of our correspondences are done in 2016.

I’m writing to propose something to you and your fraternity brothers. I don’t know if you have a rush week coming up for this semester, or whether or not you’ll be having your pledges do things for you as part of the hazing rituals. Most of the things are probably pretty straightforward and mundane since fraternities everywhere seem to get their pledges to carry out the same sorts of activities. Maybe you’ll have them do a few bizarre things as well, but probably not quite as unusual as what I am about to suggest.

Is this an undercover Jezebel writer looking to exploit a fraternity with hazing “suggestions”? I’m wary, but you know what, let’s see what the guy has to say.

My proposal is this: you have your over-18 pledges contact me, arrange a meeting time at a private location of their choice, and train me to be a docile and obedient foot slave,

Oh, okay. Just get right into it then.

first to their own satisfaction and then, at some point, handing me over to [fraternity redacted] for a ‘performance evaluation’ so that you and/or your fraternity brothers can assess how well the pledges have trained me to serve you. (If the pledging is already over, we can skip the training part and just get on with the rest of it.)

Sorry, dude, but did you just say we’d SKIP the training part? Not on my watch. I don’t know if you know this, but fraternities take their training very seriously. An untrained foot slave sucking on my toes in a group setting? What do I look like, some kind of peasant to you? My mother has fired twelve maids in my lifetime because they were improperly trained. I need my foot bitch to know what the fuck he’s doing.

Think of my proposal as a way to share in the experience of something unique to your fraternity, or as simply a way to relax and chill out when you’re under stress from your studies and what-not. And, for those brothers who are athletic and active in sports, the opportunity to dominate a role-playing “opponent” and put him through an ordeal that sees him forced to humiliate himself and grovel at their feet may just give them the confidence they need to go out and rout their real opponents on a court, a mat, in a pool, or on a playing field. A sort of pre-game pep rally, so to speak, to get psyched.

You know, it was just the other day, that we were talking about our intramural football league. Those damn Theta Chis beat us EVERY. FUCKING. YEAR. Humiliating a stranger at our feet just might be the edge we need to take us to the top this year.

Granted, what I’m suggesting here won’t appeal to some of your members, maybe not even to the majority of them. But I’m hoping you’ll be open-minded and at least let all the members of your fraternity know about my modest proposal. That way they can decide for themselves if they want to take me up on it or not.

Naturally. We are one, but never thwart the individual.

I know that some of you will initially be turned off by the thought of a guy under your feet taking orders, one who becomes subject to your every whim and desire. Usually, though, there’s solidarity in numbers: a couple of guys who are intrigued and turned on by the sense of domination and control that having their own foot slave offers can generally convince others to join in on the fun. After all, you’re training me to learn to like being at your feet, something few people, not even your girlfriends, would ever willingly consent to, unless they were crazy, which I’m not. At least I don’t think I am. J

God, you could not be more money on this. I actually asked my girlfriend to be my foot slave one time, and NEEDLESS to fucking say, it did NOT go over well. She doesn’t even let me wear sandals! Something about my gross toenails and hairy man feet. Evil bitch. I need someone who can really appreciate my toesies. Fuck it, I might dump her right now.

If any of you decide you want to take me up on my offer, later on you might consider using some creativity and imagination to expand on the foot-slave concept with any number of ‘games’. For example, introduce a competitive aspect by organizing a ‘foot competition’ where your slave is forced to compare and rate all participants’ feet based on a set of criteria of their choosing. Or, blindfold me and train me to learn to identify whose toes it is that have worked their way into my mouth, making me rely on my sense of smell and taste alone. You might even consider placing bets on how long it will take me to differentiate between all of your feet, and how accurate my guesses will be. For those of you who are reluctant to play along, have a drink or two and loosen up, get rid of your inhibitions, and give it a go, if only for the sake of being able to boast that one of the perks of being at Lafayette was having your own personal foot slave available to you.

Nothing gets me riled like a competition!

I’m being open here about what I want for good reason. I mean, how many times have you heard anyone come up to you and say, “Hey, you look beat. Hard day? Tell you what, why not take off your shoes and socks and give me a taste of what it’s like to worship your feet for you? Come on, see how much I can take of them, and for how long.”

If we’re being honest, it’s been way too long since I’ve heard those words.

The upshot is that you get the satisfaction of being able to dominate and control me with your feet, and I get to be the servile faggot foot slave on the receiving end. A win-win situation, so why pass up on the chance…carpe diem!

Carpe diem, indeed!

I know, you’re probably thinking this is all some bad practical joke, but believe me, I’m absolutely serious, otherwise I wouldn’t have written this.

Oh, I believe it.

I’ve had a fetish for male feet ever since I can remember,

Who hasn’t?

I guess because I’m basically submissive by nature and like giving in to a few good men from time to time. I have one-to-one experience under a guy’s feet, but also twice with two dudes giving me a ‘workout’ at the same time. With two it’s definitely more challenging, I’ll admit, but well worth the effort to try and please them both.

If you’re not challenging yourself, though, what’s the point, ya know?

If your pledges succeed in training me well and you’re pleased with the outcome, serving any combination of brothers can become something routine for me. I have no problem at all with that. Fantasy fulfilled, in fact. One more thing checked off on the bucket list.

So, what do you say? Get a hold of me. Have some fun. Make this semester one for [fraternity redacted] to remember.

Obediently yours,
FFS, aka “faggot foot slave”

Trust me FFS (is that your birth name?), this is a semester we will remember, just from your email alone. Excited to work with you, but probably not as excited as you are.

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Veronica Ruckh

Veronica (@VeronicaRuckh) is the Director of Total Sorority Move for Grandex, Inc. After having spent her undergraduate years drinking $4 double LITs on a patio and drunk texting away potential suitors, she managed to graduate with an impressive GPA and an unimpressive engagement ring -- so unimpressive, in fact, some might say it's not there at all. Veronica has since been fulfilling her duties as "America's big," a title she gave to herself with the help of her giant ego. She has recently switched from vodka to wine on weekdays. Email her at

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