Stella Bloom — Feet Model

My first serious boyfriend flagged it to me, although it took me a year to clock what was going on. I was working two studio shifts a week and dancing club nights on weekends, so my feet were always wrecked. He started offering foot rubs after every shift, sometimes for forty minutes straight. At first I thought he was just being sweet. Then I noticed he wanted to do it more than I wanted to receive it. I caught him kissing the inside of my arch one night when he thought I was asleep, and a week later I asked him about it directly. He admitted everything, I tried it on for size, and by the time we broke up I was already shooting solo content of my own.

I like men who are rude, sharp-mouthed, willing to push back when I push them. I like being talked down to and giving worse than I get. A bit of spit play sits naturally in that mood - the visual works on camera and the energy is unmistakable. None of it comes from anger. It is about a clear hierarchy between two people who both happen to enjoy where they sit in it.

Glossy red is my default and probably will be forever. It photographs sharp, it works with every outfit, and it carries that classic dominant-woman energy. Black patent stiletto mules are my single favourite shoe to film in - they slip on and off in seconds, the silhouette is mean, and they pair with everything from leather to lingerie. Best compliment I have ever received from a fan: "your feet look like a dare."

Pantyhose, every time. Sheer 8-denier nude for soft shoots, black opaque tights when I want office mood, fishnets for stage. Socks feel teenage to me - I do not film in them. The transparency layer of nylon is part of what I like; it shows the foot but adds tension. A reinforced toe seam stretched over a glossy pedicure is one of my favourite shots to set up.

Embarrassed is the wrong word. Amused is closer. If a man is on his knees getting close enough to smell my soles after a six-hour set, he is exactly where he wants to be and he is telling me so by being there. I find the whole thing entertaining more than anything else.

Very sensitive along the arch and the inside of the ankle - light touch there will make me kick or laugh. The balls of my feet and the heels are tougher from dance, so you can press firmly there and I will barely flinch. Toe sucking is a yes if you ask first.

Calm and quietly amused. There is something almost meditative about being still while someone focuses on a small part of you for ten minutes straight. I usually pick up my phone halfway through and reply to a few texts. The whole point of being on the receiving end is that the work is not mine.

Only directly on the arch and only under specific conditions. Light fingertip drag - yes, I will squirm and probably swear. Firm pressure - completely fine, no reaction. So if you want to tickle, the lightest possible touch wins. Anything heavier just turns into a regular massage.

Hot, swollen, and deeply creased. Stage heels are eight to ten centimetres tall and I am in them for hours. By the end of a shift the soles are wrinkled across every line, the arches are aching, and the air feels amazing the second they come off. Some of my best foot content is shot in that first hour after the shoes finally come off.

One viewer sent me a custom request to film myself counting backwards from one hundred while keeping both feet pointed straight at the camera the entire time. He said it was about focus. He paid for ninety minutes of footage. Easiest job I ever did.

Me coming home from a club gig at four in the morning, hair still done, lingerie still on, sitting on the edge of a leather sofa and slowly peeling the heels off. Long bare-sole close-ups in the warmth of the after-hours. Glass of red wine on the floor beside me. That is the version of me I would want to film.