Visit me on BuyMySocks.com!

Yes, that's right! I'm finally up and live on BuyMySocks.com. My profile photo is lit a little, ah , dramatically. But you're not really interested in my face, right? Check out that seemingly pristine gym sock shot! Little does the viewer know--I've been wearing those socks for days.

Speaking of Buy My Socks, I've been remiss in keeping my footboys up to date with my party appearances and comments. This past October I attended the BMS party in New York--Jeff and Mistress Eden's affair des pieds was great fun for both models and foot-fanciers. The venue was fabulous--a two-story penthouse atop a hotel in west midtown, with a balcony overlooking Carnegie Hill and a spacious layout that gave everyone a modicum of privacy. Sadly, I did not win Stink Contest V, even though I'd trained Rocky-style by wearing my little white anklets for about five days straight. I do think I made more of a fragrant impression with my extra 110% percent effort, however.

I met a few of my regular admirers as well. "P" was eager to make up for his missed session at the last BMS party, while "A" chatted me up in between rounds, but didn't sign up for a session (naughty boy!). I also met a lovely bearded boy who was absolutely devoted to my toes, but whose name I've forgotten. Perhaps he'll find me on the BMS site.

I also caught up with Janine, a stunning blonde foot mistress I met while I was at the Palace. I would love to try her technique: she just ignores the boys as they worship her feet. It seems the more she looks at them with a mix of contempt and boredom, the more frenetic they are in their caresses. I get rather more into the experience, but it does demand more emotional involvement, which can be wearisome after four hours and five cans of Miller Genuine Draft.

I'll have a few more announcements of party appearances shortly. And while you wait for news, do what I tell you--buy my socks!