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Spine tingling arrows of pleasure

coursed through Sapphira as the nail technician applied pressure on her toes. This wasn’t supposed to be happening during a pedicure… was it?  Relaxing? Yes.  Creating sexual urges? No.

Sapphira gripped the edges of the chair, took a steadying breath and looked down at the woman massaging her foot.  She admired the alluring Asian beauty with her smooth skin, round face, silken black hair and delicate hands.  Her features balanced perfectly with the salon’s scent of Jasmine and incense.  She was intoxicating just to look at and she was doing something to her feet that was turning Sapphira’s thoughts into liquid sex.

The Footman wasn’t your typical walk-in nail salon, as Sapphira was quickly finding out.  It was the decor that compelled her to first step into the shop. Dark and mysterious swags of brocade satin tapestries and silk cording draped from the ceilings and walls, the captivating lure of unfamiliar music from distant lands was what beckoned for her attention and drew her in from the street.

An involuntary gasp caught in Sapphira’s throat as a push on her foot shot an explosion of heat straight up her leg and landed directly on the bulls-eye between her thighs.  The beautiful woman looked up at her from almond shaped chocolate eyes for an inspecting minute before resuming work on the back of Sapphira’s foot between the ankle bone and her heel.

Long, low licentious moans arising from deep within Sapphira could not be mistaken for anything other than unrestrained abandon.  The woman smiled contentedly to herself and reached for her jute rope.  “May I use on you, miss?” she asked pointing to the sign on the wall that read Kinbaku/Shibari.

Sapphira looked at the sign quizzically and shrugged her shoulders.

“Tight binding… to tie,” the woman barked in her broken English as she tapped on the top of Sapphira’s feet.

Sapphira had no idea how exactly the silken cords were going to be used, but if the pulses surging between her groin and her nipples from a mere foot massage by this woman were any indication of what she would feel by having her feet bound in ropes?  She was up for it!  “Yes, please, I would like that very much.”

The woman slowly, almost lovingly unwound the thin ropes.  She created a slip knot on one end and looped it around Sapphira’s two big toes and pulled them together.  Anxiety rode high through Sapphira as she watched the woman create intricate roadways of cord around her arches. She tensed in her seat, muscles clenching with nerves, until the woman paused in her task and looked up into Sapphira’s face.

Reaching a hand to caress her cheek, the woman clucked soothingly until Sapphira was again at ease and relaxed. Laying the rope aside, although not removing it, she bent forward and blew a warm breath across the top of her toes.  Gently cradling Sapphira’s feet in the palms of her hands, she lay her cheek against her toes and rubbed reverently over them with her whole face.

Dizzy with confusing desire, Sapphira’s head lolled back on the chair and she closed her eyes.  Her clit ached with yearning as passion exuded from the woman’s worship of her feet and rolled over her like a wave tumbling seashells on a beach.  Sapphira was lightheaded and her breath dropped to a shallow whisper.  Her mouth gaped open and a glistening thread of drool escaped her parted lips.  She never experienced this state of mind before and it felt wonderful.

The woman picked up her rope and resumed her craft.  With great effort,  Sapphira lifted her head to observe the intimacy with which she worked.  The looping of each individual toe developed a restraining starburst of art on the top of Sapphira’s feet and she sat mesmerized at the exquisite complexity of it all.

Drawing a toe, one by one into her mouth, the woman’s mastery at giving pleasure quickly had Sapphira exhaling hasty, ragged breaths.  She felt her body temperature rise and a crest of goosebumps covered her flesh.  When the woman once again applied pressure to the part of her foot between her ankle bone and her heel, what was left of Sapphira’s self control was completely gone.

Her body clenched as her orgasm wrapped itself around her like a hug and squeezed hard.  Reverberations quaked in a seemingly unending flow of power and it pitched her body forward in her seat.  Sweat dripped off her face and saliva ran from her mouth.

Exhaustion set in almost immediately as she felt tender hands unbind her feet and push her upright in her chair.  “You relax now, miss.  I take care of you.  We polish nails… okay? You want to pick color or should I?”

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The Footman

1/2 ounce Gin

1 ounce Orange Juice

1 Peach Slice

1 ice cube

Chilled Champagne

1 Peach Slice for garnish

Blend all the ingredients except the Champagne in a blender until smooth, about 10 seconds.  Pour into a flute and fill with Champagne.  Garnish with the second peach slice.

Enjoy!