Samantha Rouge — Feet Model

I read about foot fetish online a very long time ago - long before I ever considered working in the adult industry. I don't remember exactly where I found it but I remember reading for hours in one sitting and realizing that a whole subculture existed that I had never noticed. The information stayed with me for years and eventually became useful.

A dominant successful man with real money. Not just rich - powerful. A man who runs a company, makes decisions other people live by, walks into a room and changes the temperature of it. That combination of authority and resources is what genuinely turns me on. Attractive broke men do nothing for me.

My favorite pedicure is deep oxblood or dark emerald. The most memorable compliment: a CEO fan told me my feet look like they belong under the dinner table of a corner office. My favorite shoes are Louboutin stilettos and tall leather boots.

Sheer black stockings or bare. Pantyhose is for lower-effort looks.

No. A man secure enough in himself to comment on it is usually the kind of man I'm attracted to - so I take it as a signal, not as an embarrassment.

Very sensitive, especially on the arches. I notice the difference between a nervous touch and a confident one instantly.

I enjoy it most from a powerful man lowering himself to do it. A CEO or executive on his knees in front of me makes every part of the experience sharper. The contrast is what I feed on.

Not really. I hold my composure.

After a full shoot day my bigger soles are warm and covered in deep natural wrinkles. The scent is real and the right kind of man enjoys it - the wrong kind isn't in my circle.

High-end executive aesthetic requests - my feet in a boardroom setting, heels under a mahogany desk, bare soles against leather chairs in private offices. Those are easy for me to source and easy to film.

I would film a corner-office scene where I sit on the edge of a large wooden desk in a tight pencil skirt and silk blouse, slowly kick off my Louboutin pumps, and rest my bigger stockinged soles on the leather armrest of an executive chair while the camera stays low on my feet and the city skyline sits outside the window.