Spa Day
It was a cooler fall day, and Sarah was walking around town. She desperately wanted a pedicure, but the nail salon that she went to was closed. So, while she was out and about, she could also do some shopping. Sarah could almost see her breath, so she decided to get a hot drink. While she was getting her pumpkin spice coffee, she saw a reflection of what she thought was another salon. She would have to check it out.
Sarah sipped her coffee, and then when she was finished, tossed it in the trash can. She looked around, swiveled her head, and then found what she was looking for, “Magic Hands Spa and Salon”. Not her regular, but it might work. She entered the salon and smelled the scented candles, the smell of lavender in the air. As Sarah walked up to the front desk, the woman there waved at her.
“Welcome! Sarah, is it?” The receptionist said. “We have an open spot, if you want to make an appointment for today.”
Sarah was taken aback. She couldn’t quite believe that the guess at her name was more than a guess. “I suppose… We’ll make an appointment for now, sure.”
The receptionist and Sarah conversed for a while, before the receptionist handed her a slip of paper for her to sign. “Just sign here, and we’ll get a box for you. You’ll place your feet in it and we’ll get started right away.” The receptionist ducked down for just a moment, and then came up with a box with two holes. “Place your feet in these holes, and then give me the box.”
Sarah was confused at first, and then placed her feet in the holes as instructed. Almost immediately, the holes snapped shut. Sarah screamed as the box fell back, and took her feet with it! Sarah shook the box, almost starting to cry.
“Sarah, careful! Don't hurt your feet in there! You’ll get them back after the pedicure!”
Sarah stopped, looking up at the receptionist, and then read the paper she signed more carefully. This salon cut off feet in order to care for them more effectively? She thought about it for a while before she decided to sit down and let the receptionist take her feet away to the back of the salon, and she could only wait until she would see her feet again.
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Roman, the stylist, was waiting for his next client. The receptionist brought back the box of the new person’s feet, and opened it for him. He looked in, seeing the ankles peek out over the socks, hidden in the shoes. They were already starting to tug at his attraction. Something about these feet lit a fire in his heart. He slowly took the shoe away from the right foot and slowly stripped the sock away to reveal a perfect, size 8 foot with a soft, pale sole and shorter toes.
The one thing that made him jump back after he ran a finger up the arch of the sole, was that the toes curled up! These severed feet, albeit magically severed, were still moving and twitching! He had to see the other one just to make sure that it wasn’t just a fluke. Stripping the other foot bare, he tried to tickle it and it reacted. Roman was in shock. He would have to keep these feet. It was something that had only happened a few times in his career, but he needed these feet. They would have to go missing, or be replaced.
Roman quickly locked the door and then tossed the shoes and socks aside. He scooped up those amazing soles and pushed them onto his face. He breathed deeply in, and then let out a satisfied sigh. Those feet were absolutely amazing. They smelled like a mix between a slight musk and strawberries, and it was sending him wild. All Roman wanted to do right then was play with those feet night and day.
Slowly and reluctantly, Roman decided to take his love of these feet a little bit further. He started to give the feet kisses all over the soles and on each toe, circling them over and over as they twitched and spasmed in his hands. He kissed down from the toes to the ball of the foot, and then from the arches to the heels. Firmly, Roman stuck out his tongue and lapped from heel to toe, and it drove him insane. They tasted exactly how they smelled. There was no doubt in his mind, he would keep these. They were better off with him anyways.
For almost half an hour, Roman tickled, massaged, and worshiped those feet, and they wiggled and moved in response. Eventually though, he had to put an end to this. He got to work, getting calluses and other patches of dead skin off the feet to leave them perfect and spotless, and he even polished and painted the toes. A nice black pain for the pale soles would be to die for. Then, the pièce de résistance, was laying them on a pillow. However, that was not for the client, that was for him. Roman sneakily took a pair of asian feet, similar in size, and similarly made up, slipped them into the socks and shoes, and sent them back up. These feet would make such a good centerpiece…
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Sarah was more than happy to get her feet back, and hastily paid for, reattached, and walked out on her feet. They felt good, just a little weird. That had to be because she hadn’t had her feet on for a while. Yeah, that had to be it. She walked all the way home, and took her shoes off, laying down on her couch. There was one problem though, the feet had fallen off! Sarah took the feet and decided to look more closely at those feet she’d been given, and took the socks off. There she discovered a second problem. They weren’t even her feet!
Frustrated that her feet had been stolen, yet powerless to do anything due to the contract she had signed, Sarah sighed and looked at the asian feet she would have to use.
“Oh well. Might as well put these to use.”
Sarah then started to idly suck on those asian toes, feeling them start to twitch in her hands. They were petite, and a lot slimmer than she was used to, but they had an exotic taste. Almost spicy, even. The feet were very receptive to the sucking that was given, and wanted more. Sarah obliged them and started to lick them, almost like a popsicle. The toes curled around her tongue, trapping them, and she giggled in response.
Knock Knock! The tapping on the door interrupted the two of them. Sarah begrudgingly put her feet on and opened the door. There was no one even there! She was just about to close the door when she spotted them. Her own perfectly pedicured feet! They were resting on a pillow, seeming to have walked all the way back. There wasn't a speck of dirt on them, which was weird, but Sarah was overjoyed!
Sarah picked up her feet and cradled them, giving them kisses. They wiggled, glad to be home, having walked away from the salon while the stylist wasn’t looking. She detached her new asian feet and put all of the feet in a little pile while she pushed her face into them. She kissed each and every one of their soles, toes, everything. This would be the start of a collection, she could feel it.