nowayjose
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Hi folks, this is my first story of the kind, plus I'm writing it in English, which is not my native tongue, so please go easy with me. 
I'd also like to find out how one can indent parts of the text.. if it's possible, could someone please tell me.
Anyways, here it comes.
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Soul Massage
by nowayjose, Feb. 2006
Type: m/f, very slightly "adult"
Cat finally left the meeting room after long hours. She
looked through a window. Outside it was dark already, again.
She was tired and felt all cramped up. Finally this
difficult business case was resolved. After seemingly
endless negotiations, she had gotten the client to sign an
agreement that was satisfactory for both sides. A grim smile
played around her lips. This deal will advance her standing
in the company; she had outdone some of her male colleagues
again. Cat was very ambitious. A slender, mid-30s woman with
ash-blond hair, she worked in the middle management of a
major bank's business client division and was busy advancing
her career.
She felt her stomach growl. She hadn't eaten anything
substantial since morning. Coffee and donuts during meetings
didn't really fill up that much.
Cat went to her office, and sank on the chair in front of
her desk. A knock on the doorframe made her turn. Lucy was
standing in the door, smiling at her. She was Cat's only
friend at work. Lucy was working for the IT department and
they often worked late hours, after ordinary business had
gone home.
"Hi, you still here?", Lucy asked.
"Yes.. had one hell of meetings today. Finally I've got the
rubber guys to accept our offer", Cat replied.
"Oh, congratulations. Here, I've brought you something",
Lucy said, sitting the paper bag on Cats desk.
Cat opened the bag and hungrily took out one of the hotdogs.
"Oh, thanks Lucy, that really hits the spot now. You're a
real darling."
Lucy smiled, watching her friend. Cat was looking rather
haggard lately. She was working too much.
While eating and talking with her friend, Cat quickly
scanned the open mail program with one eye. One mail caught
her attention. She turned, clicked on it, and glanced over
it. And nearly choked on her hotdog. They had made Minkins
the new district manager -- the boastful jerk. She had
wanted the position herself. She bit down furiously on the
hotdog, growling quietly with fury. The deal had come too
late.
"Everything Ok?", Lucy inquired.
Over the mail, Cat had forgotten her friend was still
around, gabbing about some guy from IT she apparently
fancied.
"Oh sorry.. I was just.. distracted. No, everything
alright", she said in a pressed voice.
Lucy looked at Cat's frozen grimace and didn't believe it.
She sighed. Her friend needed some cheering up.
"You work too much, Cat. I've got something for you that
will help you relax. You can go there once or twice a week
for a few hours. It's a massage salon. For feet. They give
heavenly foot massages." She smiled. "I go there at least
once a week now if I can manage, and I really love it.
Doesn't take much time and you're wonderfully relaxed for
the rest of the day."
Cat eyed her friend.
"Foot massage", she mumbled. "That's something I could use
now."
She remembered the last time someone had massaged her feet.
It had been her ex-boyfriend, and he hadn't been good at it.
He hadn't liked giving massages. Actually, he hadn't liked
anything much that didn't involve instantaneous
gratification for himself. Cat grimaced. She had almost
forgotten the selfish git. He also worked for the bank,
although now in a different city. Thankfully. Old wrath
crept up her stomach. He was one of those for whom the value
of a woman was in the envy of his buddies. No, not buddies.
He didn't have buddies. He had Friends. Cat had been little
more than a sports-car and party ornament, when she had been
out with him. When she had learned that he was screwing
around on business trips, she had kicked him like the bad
habit that he was. Now she was single. She looked at her
friend. She tried to smile.
"Sounds good, Lucy. I could use a couple hours off from work
during the week."
That wouldn't be a problem. She was often working into the
night, and so occasionally went downtown two, three hours in
the afternoon to do some necessary shopping. If there
weren't any meetings or phone calls, of course.
"I'll mail you the address and phone number!" Lucy said
happily. "Have to go now, we've got to move the MXes for
Asian operations to another net segment tonight."
"Oh, good luck Lucy. I've got a report to write still", Cat
said and felt a headache approaching.
Later that night, Cat read Lucy's e-mail.
"The Foot Works", she read aloud. Hmm. I'll phone them
tomorrow. This doesn't sound too bad.
-*-
The "Foot Works" was located at the city center, on the
ground floor of a large combined office and warehouse
building. Outside, the street bustled. Cat went in. She
found herself in a bright room that was used as a lounge.
Round tables occupied the center. At one sat a woman,
reading a magazine and sipping on a coffee. Hydroponic
plants stood at the corners and the entrance. Posters and
abstract paintings adorned the walls. She walked up to a
counter, which spanned most of one wall. Two people were
sitting at it on bar stools, talking over a coffee with a
tall, dark-haired man behind it. Cat found him to be quite
attractive.
"Hi", she made herself noticed.
The man turned and gave her a small smile.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
"I've got a massage appointment for 2pm. Cat Vanity."
"Ah yes, Ms. Vanity. Your first visit? Welcome to the Foot
Works studio. I hope you'll enjoy your stay. We have a
masseur reserved for you. If you would please follow me."
She followed him through a beaded curtains into a large
room. Chairs and two low tables with magazines were at one
side. A man was sitting there, sorting through the
magazines. Another doorway hung with beaded curtains opened
into a corridor. A sign "WC - Changing Rooms - Lockers -
Showers" indicated the facilities beyond.
Metal stands draped with white cloth were used to divide one
part of the room into some kind of booths. There people were
being massaged.
A portly built, middle-aged man in white trousers and shirt
with balding hair and a big smile on his face approached
them.
"Ms. Vanity, this is Luca, a true master of his art. You're
in expert hands with him", the podgy man was introduced to
her.
The man's smile was infectious. Cat smiled back.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Vanity. Pleased to have you here. If
you would please come with me?", he said.
Cat followed the man into one of the booths. She mused
whether she would have preferred a massage from the handsome
guy instead but soon forgot about that after her masseur
began his work.
He started with her left foot, taking it in both hands,
pressing and kneading it with his thumbs in slowly widening
circles. Cat eased back into the chair. This felt good. He
took her foot between his hands and rubbed and squeezed it.
Cat's mood lightened already. The good Lucy. Her masseur was
focussed on her foot, now lightly stretching and twisting
every toe.
"Our feet have reflex zones", he explained, "that correspond
to internal organs". He pressed various points on her sole
with his thumb. "This will stimulate your whole body." Cat
closed her eyes and laid her head back.
About forty minutes later, Cat left the booths room, heading
for the counter. She felt relaxed and refreshed. She
definitely had to come here again. The dishy man who had
picked her interest -- the studio's proprietor, as she had
learned from the masseur -- was back behind the counter.
She paid and while he ran her credit card through the
reader, she eyed him. Did he massage, too? A small cardboard
sign on the counter caught her attention.
It read:
NEW! Special Sole Massage NEW!
Relieving & Invigorating
Sessions 45 or 90 minutes
Ask staff for details
Female clients only at the moment
Cat wrinkled her brow.
"What's this?", she asked the man.
He looked at her and produced a leaflet from under the
counter.
"A new service we offer. If you're interested, here're the
details", he replied in a calm voice.
Later in her office, Cat studied the leaflet.
``The Foot Works -- New Service:
Special Sole Massage, 45 or 90 minute sessions.
Strong but sensual.
What do we offer?
This massage is different from our ordinary foot massage in
that it focusses on the soles of your feet and uses various
massage techniques to create a range of sensations. Our
specially trained staff precisely stimulates your soles,
which have over 7000 nerve endings and for many people are
one of the most sensitive spots of the body. Sensations
range from mild to intense. Positive effects are: activated
circulation for the entire body and a powerful stress relief
due to the release of endorphines.
Are you feeling angry and frustrated? Down and burned out?
Cramped and tired?
Our special massage will invigorate you and make you forget
your problems for a while.
Showers are available, towels and bathrobe provided.
Refreshments and snacks are served in our lounge. If this is
your first visit, we recommend getting a pedicure a week
before the massage to soften the skin. Only healthy & clean
feet, please. Toenails should be cut short.
Relaxing foot bath offered before massage.
Please bring enough time. For a 45 minute massage, plan for
2 hours. For a 90 minute session, 3 hours.
We recommend wearing comfortable sports wear or underwear to
your appointment. You can change at the studio.
Due to the strong effects the massage can have, please read
our notes on health issues below.
Restrained massage customary.
This service is currently available only to women, 18 and
over.''
Cat mused. This was all a bit weird. Restrained massage?
What kind of restraints? Then it dawned on her. Oh crap,
they're tickling you on your feet. That's what their
"Special Sole Massage" meant. No, that's hilarious. She sat
back in her chair. Despite herself, her curiosity was
pricked. Why would anyone buy such a service? she wondered.
Apparently people did. Maybe it isn't real tickling after
all.. or they have some different kind of massage, similar
to it. She had really enjoyed the foot massage. Would this
be something to try aswell? The effects sounded promising.
She had a whole lot of problems that she wanted to forget.
Feeling angry and frustrated? Hell, she had a lot of cold
anger inside her. They better be good, she thought. Driving
out her rage would require more than a little tickling, or
whatever it was they did.
-*-
A week later, Cat entered the massage studio, slightly
nervous, a sports bag slung over her shoulder. She had taken
off a couple hours from work, and that was good as it was.
The meeting with the new district manager had gone rather
unedifying. She grit her teeth. But here now she was away
from work. She wondered if the 'special massage' really was
a good decision. Well, in any case she would take it
sportingly. She took a deep breath as she entered the bright
lounge and headed to the counter. The guy she had come to
know as the studio's boss was leaning against it, talking
with one of the clients.
She approached him.
"Hi", he said.
"Hi.." she replied. "I'm here for.."
"Ah yes, my assistant talked with you on the phone. The
special massage, wasn't it?"
"Uhm, yes, in fact."
He fully turned to her, smiling at her.
"Only Joe and I are doing the special massage. As Joe has a
week off, you'll have to make do with me", he said, winking
at her.
Cat's heart beat faster.
"Oh, I guess that'll be Ok", she replied. She smiled
sweetly.
"Fine. If you would please take a seat in the massage room,
my assistant will be shortly with you", he said.
Cat went through the beaded curtains into the massage room
and sat down in the seating area. After a while, a
white-clad woman came in and addressed her.
"Hello, Ms. Vanity? I'm May. If you would please follow me?"
Cat followed the woman to the ladies' changing room. Inside,
two white towels, a pair of slippers and a white bathrobe
were placed neatly on a wooden bench.
"You may want to change into something comfortable", the
woman pointed at the items.
"Down the corridor are bathroom, shower and the massage
rooms." The woman handed her a small key.
"Here's your locker key. Your massage will be in in room 2."
She smiled.
"If I can help you with anything else?"
"No, thank you", Cat replied.
"Enjoy your stay!", said the woman and left.
Cat opened the locker and shoved her bag in. She undressed
to her underwear, and put on the bathrobe and slippers. She
put the towels, her clothes and the bag in the locker and
locked it.
I better have a visit to the loo before, she thought.
Then she left the changing room.
-*-
Clad in white bathrobe and slippers, Cat opened the door of
a room marked with "Massage 2". She went in. The man who was
to be her masseur was busy over a trough in front of a
wooden chair. She closed the door. The room was divided by a
white cloth curtain. On this side, there was the wooden
chair next to a table, and in front of it the steaming
trough with hot water. A neatly folded white towel was lying
on the table. Potted hydroponic plants occupied a corner.
There wasn't neon light, like in the main massage room, and
there weren't any windows. A rail with a couple small
halogen lamps mounted at the ceiling bathed the room in a
more pleasant light than cold neon illumination.
"Ah, Ms. Vanity, welcome again. Let me show you the massage
facility and let me explain what we offer", her masseur
said.
"First, we provide a refreshing foot bath. This will also
cleanse and soften your feet for the massage", he indicated
the trough with hot water.
He walked around the cloth curtain.
"And here's the massage area."
Cat's eyes fixed on the bench. It was a bench a bit like a
dentist's chair, which provided the occupant with a
comfortable half-sitting, half-lying position but the back
rest was narrower. The whole thing was padded and
upholstered with black leather. That wasn't what made Cat's
eyes widen.
It was the stocks-like block at the foot end, now open with
the upper part sitting on the floor beside the bench. Like
small medieval stocks but thickly padded and made to lock
not only the ankles but a good part of the lower leg aswell,
it was fitted with four big screws at the corners, with
which the large top part could be screwed down onto the
receiving lower one. It had some cushioned extra padding at
the front above where the opening for the feet would be, and
a kind of loophole mesh above that. Cat stared at the thing
incredulously.
The masseur noticed her stare, and smiled.
"Well, it looks a bit wild at first but trust me, it's very
comfortable and designed to provide a safe restraint for a
good massage", he said.
"Ah well.. I just think it might be a bit.. extreme...", Cat
said doubtfully, eyeing the unusual piece of furniture.
She broke free her eyes from the restraining block and
scanned the rest of the bench. Where her waist would be was
a belt, and further belts where fitted to the bench where
her thighs would rest. Despite there having been an obvious
attempt by the designer to make it look as innocuous as
possible, it still looked a bit like a torture rack from a
science fiction horror movie.
"Well, it works very well for our clients so far. You see,
most of our clients have rather sensitive feet and wouldn't
be able to hold them still during the massage. They wouldn't
be able to take in the strong sensations if they hadn't got
their feet restrained. Since the basic effect of the massage
lies in the powerful sensations it creates over a certain
period of time, for most of our clients, the massage simply
wouldn't work without restraints. Of course if you want to
reconsider and have an ordinary massage instead, we'd be
happy to provide..", the masseur said.
Cat thought fast. Despite being slightly bemused by the
setting, she was also intrigued. She hadn't come without
reason, although she wasn't fully aware yet of the why. She
regained her composure quickly.
"Well, no, I was just a bit surprised about the restraint
thing, I mean of course I have read the flyer you gave me
and was expecting something like it. Anyways, I do have very
sensitive feet, too, but I'd like to try out the massage, it
sounds uhm.. interesting". She managed a smile.
"I'm sure it will be, Ms. Vanity. Very well then. If you
would like to enjoy the foot bath now, I'll be back for the
massage in about ten minutes. If you have any further wish
that I can help with?"
"Uhm, no thanks, I've got everything I need, I think", she
said.
"Fine, until then", he replied and left the room.
Cat sat down, laid the key on the table, took off the
slippers and dangled her feet in the hot water. Ah, that was
nice. A very slight scent of herbs and roses wafted through
the air. Her muscles relaxed. She wriggled her feet in the
hotness of the bath, and rubbed them together. She looked at
the white curtain dividing the room and thought about the
situation. The massage bench had looked truly bizarre. She
chuckled. She wondered if that was every new patron's
reaction to it. So he would strap her down onto this thing
and then 'massage' her. She found the whole setting a bit
silly but still she was getting excited. This was so..
different.. from the other small escapes from her dreary
everyday life that she allowed herself from time to time;
gym, swimming, hairdresser and pedicure, and recently the
foot massage. This was like a small adventure. She had
enough big 'adventures' with difficult and annoying clients
at work, and didn't really care for any more excitement in
her free time but this was something else. It was positively
exciting.
Some time later, her masseur had returned and she was drying
her feet with the towel. The hot water had not only loosened
her muscles, it had also made her slender feet soft and even
more sensitive. She laid down the towel onto the chair,
stood up and followed her masseur around the curtain into
the massage part of the room. It was decorated in classic
style as to create a pleasant, relaxing atmosphere, despite,
or perhaps because of, the bench at the centre. The walls
and ceiling were kept in a warm off-white tone. One side of
the wall was draped with decorative cloth curtains. A long
sideboard with drawers was standing by the other wall. On
it, some candles were burning. Paintings similar to those in
other rooms over the place decorated a wall. The room was
indirectly lit by two floor lamps, beaming at the ceiling.
In front of the bench was a small cushioned stool,
presumably for the masseur to sit on. Beside the stool stood
a small, low table on rollers. Cat took in the scene and
despite her efforts to remain calm, grew slightly jittery.
-*-
"Just relax. These will make for a good fit", her masseur
reassured her, as he wrapped some towels around her ankles
and lower legs. Cat was lying in a half-sitting position on
the bench and had her legs resting on the lower part of the
stocks block. She kept her hands folded on her lap. The
masseur picked up the block's upper part from the floor and
carefully aligned it with the lower one so that the four big
screw bolts went into the corresponding holes in the lower
part. Cat felt the thickly padded block press down gently on
her lower legs. Then the man began screwing down the padded
block until her legs were solidly fixed within. It was
tight, she couldn't move her legs anymore but it was still
comfortable.
"All well and firm?", he inquired. "It shouldn't be too
tight, not that your feet fall asleep". He smiled.
"Ah, that would be really unfortunate, wouldn't it", Cat
grinned. "No, it's alright. Feels a bit like my legs were
encased in a block of concrete but I take it that you're not
working for the Mafia and going to dump me in the river",
she joked.
"We're not normally in the habit of sinking our clients.
Well, not with the expensive furniture still attached to
them, in any case", he grinned.
"Ah, then I'm relieved. So I'll just hold on to this thing,
then. Ok. And what next?", she asked.
"I'm going to fixate your thighs and waist with the belts.
Most clients also like their hands restrained. That's
optional of course but you might want to, aswell."
"Hmm, uhm. I'm not sure..", she replied.
"Well, as you like it. Now if you would please sit back, so
I can buckle the belts."
He went at her thighs, and began strapping her body down
onto the bench with the belts.
Cat's excitement grew. She noticed that the firm grip of the
restraints on her body wasn't unpleasant at all. It provided
for a nice, firm, safe feeling. Her masseur pulled the thigh
belt tight, forcing her upper legs together and onto the
padded bench. Cat clenched her thighs but relaxed quickly
when she noticed it.
Her masseur went to the cupboard and took a pair of leather
cuffs from one of the drawers. He showed them to her.
"I'd recommend these if you want your hands restrained."
He handed her the cuffs. Cat looked at them suspiciously,
turning them in her hands. Her heart beat faster.
"Hmm.. well, why not", she said in a too cool voice. "If you
say it's useful.."
Her masseur watched her. He knew why he was putting the
things into play with a number of the women on the bench. He
had acquired a pretty good understanding of what his patrons
desired.
"I can recommend them, as a number of our clients prefer
their hands to be fixated aswell. It certainly adds to the
feeling during the massage. But it's strictly personal
preference, of course."
Cat had her eyes locked onto the cuffs and was inspecting
the clasps with her fingers.
"They look rather.. uhm.. kinky. Don't they", she said after
a while, in a slightly agitated voice.
"Well. We're not a bondage dungeon, you know.", her masseur
replied calmly. "We do not aim for sexual excitement.
Although you should understand that every body reacts
differently to the rather intense massage we provide. But
don't worry about that. Just relax and don't suppress
anything. The aim of the massage is to drive out bad
feelings, so to speak, and loosen up your body and mind.
We're one-hundred percent discreet, and the room is
soundproof, so you can fully indulge in the massage. False
shame is really not indicated here, I assure you."
Cat nearly blushed.
"Sorry, I didn't want to imply that, of course", she
hastened to say.
Last thing I would have is this whole thing getting
embarrassing, she thought.
"I think I'll try the cuffs. They're nice looking, aren't
they", she smiled.
"Ok. You'd perhaps like to get your shoulders loosened up a
bit?", he asked.
Cat nodded.
"If you would please bend forward?", he said. "And perhaps
with your shoulders free, if you wouldn't mind."
Cat obliged and lowered the bathrobe. She was mildly
concerned about the guy being able to stare at her bra and
breasts but he'd shown a polite, professional demeanour so
far, so most likely he wouldn't stare. She lowered the robe
on the bench, shook her shoulders and bent forward. She felt
his hands tighten their grip on her shoulder muscles and
start to expertly knead them. After a while, she closed her
eyes and grunted quietly with satisfaction. He worked her
shoulders, and her arms, bending them this way and that,
stretching them, arching her back, gently pounding her
muscles. Cat was relaxing, eyes closed and her upper body
moved in rhythm with the kneadwork. She didn't spend any
more thoughts on her locked legs and the unfamiliarity of
the situation in general, and wiggled her bare feet in
response to the pleasant massage. Her shoulders felt warm
and lightweight.
"Ok, that should be better now", her masseur said, finishing
the massage by stroking down her back.
"You don't perchance have longer backrubs in your
portfolio?", Cat asked, smiling, while she was getting
helped back into the bathrobe.
"No, sorry. We only do feet here", he smiled back. "But
later I can give you the address of a good massage salon we
associate with."
"That would be nice.", she answered. "I've quite often got a
rather cramped back lately."
"A good body massage can work true wonders, Ms. Vanity. And
our sole massage will also help against a couple problems,
I'm sure."
"That's what I hope, too. Now what was it, with these..
things?" She held up the cuffs.
We'll get them on your wrists, and lock them behind the
bench's back rest", he explained.
"Ok", Cat said, holding out her fists at him.
Her masseur proceeded with the restraints. He wrapped the
pair of cuffs around her wrists and buckled each. Then her
arms were pulled gently behind the bench's backrest and he
locked both cuffs with a snap hook together and against the
bench at one of a number of small black metal rings. Cat
pulled at the cuffs experimentally and they held tight,
keeping her wrists in their strong grip. Despite herself,
she felt a slight tingly feeling arise between her thighs.
She gave a quiet grunt and discreetly rolled her eyes in
mild self-annoyance.
Her masseur had gone around and was closing the bench's
broad waist belt, buckling it tight.
"This is mainly for relieving your stomach muscles", he
explained.
Oh crap, hope it won't get that bad, she thought. She kept
her face from grimacing.
"Like when weightlifting? Actually I didn't want to do that
here..", she replied.
"Ah, not really. Don't worry, it's mostly just for the feel
of it. Everything comfortable now?", he inquired.
She gave the contraption a good tug.
"Feels Ok to me", she said quietly.
"Fine. Let me fetch some things", he went over to the
cupboard.
Cat probed her restraints methodically. The cuffs didn't
allow her wrists much clearance. Oh well, it really feels
secure. They obviously aren't doing this for the first time,
she conceded. The waist belt was also comfortably tight,
making it impossible for her to move about on the bench from
her sitting position. As if she could, she thought, with her
legs being locked onto the bench in an uncompromising grip.
At least she could still move her feet a bit. She felt some
stuffed leathery pad at the back of her feet that extended
from her ankle to nearly up to her toes. She pressed her
feet back against the soft coolness of the leather. Not too
uncomfortable, she thought, relaxing her feet. She put on
her composed expression that she was using when dealing with
difficult business clients, took a few deep breaths to calm
herself down and quietly waited for what the masseur was to
do next.
He returned from the cupboard and was carrying a white
towel, a beautifully shaped glass flask containing some
milky liquid, a small glass dish, a brown leather wrapper
and a bundle of leather straps.
She looked puzzled and her eyes locked on the straps. She
raised an eyebrow.
He nodded at the flask and the leather wrapper. "These are
just massage oil, and some stimulation aids."
"And these straps here are for tying your toes against the
block. That will properly fixate your feet", he explained.
"Oh! Uhm.. wait! I don't think that's necessary...", she
clenched her feet and curled her toes.
"We think it helps very much but it's of course up to you."
He gave her a questioning look.
With a conflicting expression on her face she looked at the
straps in his hand and after a moment, averted her eyes.
This is rather embarrassing, she thought.
"Uhm. Ok, go on, please", she conceded, trying to cover her
uneasiness with a firm voice. She held her feet straight up,
stiffly, and laid her head back against the bench, looking
up at the ceiling. He probably knows better how this works
best, she thought. Just try not to look foolish.
Her masseur pulled the small stool and table close to the
foot end of the bench and sat down, putting the flask and
other items on the table and laying the straps over his lap.
"Don't worry, you'll be quite comfortable", he said in an
encouraging tone.
"I'm immobilizing your feet, so the massage will be the most
satisfying for you. Trust me. Now please relax your feet",
he said. Then he took her left foot and gently pressed it
back against the padding.
Cat jerked slightly but regained her composure almost
immediately. She was staring intently at the ceiling,
studying the slight irregularity of the paint. Like at the
dentist's, she thought and chuckled. The masseur started to
carefully knot the upper part of her toes against the
loophole mesh on the block above the padding. She braced
herself, trying to subdue the sensations from her toes. Her
masseur gave her a brief look. Ok, she was one of those who
couldn't stand her feet being touched at all. Well, he had
to go easy on her and build it up slowly.
She grunted a bit when he pulled the straps fast. When he
was done with the second foot, he examined his work and
asked, "Are these too tight? They should be comfortable
still but also must be tight, so they won't come off and so
you can't move your feet."
Cat probed the fixation. Her feet were now arched backwards,
pressed from ankle up to the toes against the leather pad.
Her toes were bound firmly against the block. She could
twitch a bit with her feet but hardly anything more. She
surely couldn't move them in any direction, nor clench them
or curl her toes.
"Oh, shit...", she thought, with a hint of panic creeping up
her bowels. She worked some moisture back into her mouth.
"It's Ok, I think", she managed to say in a steadied voice.
She noticed she was sweating. Her heart was racing. She
forced herself to calm down a bit, silently cursing herself
for being afraid of something that other women apparently
enjoyed regularly and that she herself, a couple hours ago,
had thought would be an interesting idea to try out aswell.
Can't be that bad after all, she thought. So get yourself
together, you foolish girl, and relax. You're a tough woman.
You're not going to look foolish in front of this masseur.
Especially not in front of this young and rather
good-looking one, she added to herself. That would be too
embarrassing. And I don't embarrass myself. If at all, I
embarrass others. That's how it ought to work. She looked at
the man at her feet. Concentrate, she told herself.
Pulling herself together, she looked levelly at the masseur
and announced, "I think it's nicely done. I'm quite
impatient already about the massage." She smiled sweetly,
showing him her teeth. He smiled back.
"No need to hurry", he said, while he stood up and walked to
the wall, were a dimmer switch for the ambient light was
located.
"In contrast to the busy world outside, in here, we
emphasize slowness and dedication."
He dimmed the light, accentuating the slightly flickering
candles. They gave the room a more intimate atmosphere. He
walked to her side.
"Close your eyes and relax", he told her in a calm, low
voice, looking her in the eyes.
"Remove the stress and hurry from your mind."
"Your problems and trouble are distant, they cannot affect
you. You are here in an oasis of sensual pleasure, where the
massage of your bare feet will be the only thing that is
real. All other things are insubstantial. Submit completely
to the sensations of the massage, on how they flow through
your body and affect your mind."
"Breathe slowly.. you can feel your chest going up and
down..."
Cat responded by breathing slower, her muscles relaxing. She
liked his voice.
"Enjoy your massage", he said, walking quietly to the
bench's foot end and sat down on the stool.
Cat swallowed. She was taking slow, deep breaths and had her
eyes closed. Despite that, her heart was pounding and she
was excited. She wet her lips with her tongue and laid her
head back. Concentrate, she told herself. This is going to
be nice. She closed her eyes, not sure whether she was ready
to take what might come. Slowly, the room around her
narrowed.
Quiet moments passed. Then the masseur bent forward and
started to gently caress her naked soles with the flat back
of his hands. Cat responded immediately.
Her feet twitched. She opened her eyes and exhaled, a low,
gutteral, animal grunt escaping her throat. A flush of
warmth coursed through her body.
From one moment to the next, all of her aloof coolness, dry
countenance and planned concentration had evaporated. From
one moment to the next, she was reduced to the woman she
normally hid from everyone, often including herself.
Also gone were her doubts. Even though it obviously would be
much to endure -- the slow, caressing stroke was already
quite hard for her to bear -- she realized it was going to
be exactly what she needed. The thought embarrassed her, but
only a little. So much for sports, she sighed, as she
regained control over her mind.
The caressing continued, and she moaned quietly and tried to
turn her arms in her bonds. The man had been right. Tying
her up behind her back was certainly a very useful measure,
she had to admit. At least it kept her hands away from her
lap. And it adds so much to that exquisite feeling of
helplessness, said a tiny voice in the back of her head. She
dismissed the voice. She was a strong woman, not someone to
submit to anything, or anyone, and even feel good when doing
so. She tried to move her feet. She knew her legs were
completely useless. He's done a really good job with the
toes, she thought, appreciating the fact that all her
efforts to move her feet were in vain.
The slow caressing continued. Her excitement began to build
and she was breathing heavily. She tried not to moan; she
didn't want the handsome guy getting a too awkward
impression of her, especially after what he had said
earlier. The gentle touch on her feet was very pleasurable,
even though it was spiked with an undisguised tint of
torment, a feeling that made something small in the back of
her brain spin and wanting to get her feet away from his
hands. She knew she couldn't get her feet away, she couldn't
even move them. Besides, something different had woken up
inside her, too, something strong and powerful that was
wrestling her flight instinct. She now began to moan louder,
not caring anymore what kind of idea she gave the guy. She
definitely had to shower after this.
Her masseur looked at her, turned his hands, and ran his
fingernails up and down her soles.
A jolt ran through her body. She bucked, wide-eyed and a
shrill shriek split the silence of the room.
Her masseur had gone back to his slow caress, now using his
palms for stroking, lightly pressing them against her soles,
moving up and down.
"I'm sorry, I...", she panted, embarrassed about her very
noisy reaction.
He gave her a friendly smile while he continued stroking her
feet, and said in a comforting voice, "You don't have to,
it's just normal. Let it all out, don't hold it back."
She groaned loudly and relaxed back onto the bench. His
sensual stroke soothed her and slowly she began to savour
it. She laid back her head, closed her eyes and started to
rhythmically clench her thighs as his hands went over her
soles. He probably knows by now that it turns me on, she
thought. It turns me on, it echoed in her head. Yes, it
really does. She admitted as much to herself now. What a
weird realization. She wondered if her masseur was enjoying
it too. Does the man get hard when he's playing with my
feet? Oh god, no, I don't want to think about that now. She
groaned. She tilted her head and tried to concentrate on the
sensations in her feet, emptying her head of all idle
thought. Her masseur kept up the slow, caressing stroke. She
started to moan softly again.
He continued his gentle stroking for a while. Then he picked
up the leather wrapper, put it on his lap and opened it. He
selected two small, stiff feathers from the contents.
Starting at her heels, he began to ever so slowly sweep the
broadsides of the feathers up and down her soles. Cat
shivered.
"What's this?", she asked in a quiet, shuddering voice.
"Don't bother yourself with it, relax", he told her calmly,
softly touching her feet with the feathers. The gentle
tickling sensation began to build up in Cat's mind to sweet
misery. It wasn't so bad after all but it wouldn't stop.
And, more important, she was unable to move her feet, and
the gossamery touch was a strong reminder of this. She tried
once more to move, flexing her muscles. The close grip on
her lower legs and around her ankles left her no chance. And
her toes were held back firmly by the straps. She felt so
helpless and vulnerable. As the light tickling sensation
began to spread through her body, she noticed how much she
was savouring the bondage that held her fast. It created an
overpowering, yet cosy feeling. Despite being helpless, she
felt safe. She didn't have to bother about the situation,
she couldn't do anything about it anyways. She let herself
relax, relishing the sensations from her feet. It would get
worse, she was quite sure of that, but for now she would
enjoy the moment. While she flexed her arm and wrist muscles
against the wonderfully tight feeling of the cuffs, she
began to long for a more intense stimulation, one that would
start to challenge the sturdiness of her restraints. Her
body's central hub began to throb.
She wouldn't have to wait long. Her masseur turned his hands
a bit, and started brushing her arches with the feathers'
stiff tips.
She inhaled sharply and tried to hold her breath, clenching
her teeth. She strained the cuffs. They wouldn't give a
finger's width. Her masseur now ran the feathers freely
across her vulnerable soles. She was still holding out
bravely but it was getting really hard. I can't stand that
for much longer. He had just begun her sweet ordeal but
surely it would go on for minutes. And she immediately
cursed herself for that treacherous thought. She tried to
think of other things. She watched the flickering of the
candles. She closed her eyes. It didn't work. It was too
much. She couldn't bear it any longer. It had to stop, now.
She groaned loudly and bucked. Her masseur didn't look up.
He seemed to be oblivious to her anguish and continued the
wicked dance of feathers on her soles. She groaned louder,
hastier. She was sweating. Please don't make me beg to stop,
she thought.
Some time later, she was wet with sweat, and quite
exhausted. She didn't know how she had been able to live
through it without starting to scream at him to stop the
torture. It had seemed to her to have gone on for hours. He
was now massaging her feet with his palms. It felt like
heaven, so wonderfully relaxing. She was slumped down onto
the bench, her muscles having started to ache from long
minutes of tension. Sweat was trickling down her forehead
and into her left eye. It stung. She blinked it away. How
much was left of her session, she wondered? She had lost all
sense of time.
"How are you?", her masseur asked quietly. She sighed.
"I'm fine, thanks", she replied in a distant voice. For now,
she thought. Minutes ago it was hell for me and you know it.
But now she was enjoying the gyrating pression of his warm,
firm hands on her soles, and the live memory of her agony
already began to fade.
He pressed the ball of his thumb against her right foot,
massaging it slowly. Her feet were cute, he had to admit.
Slender, soft and very sensitive. He mused a while about
her, wondering what had brought her here. His clients who
were treated with the "special sole massage" were all
female, since he and Joe only wanted to do women's feet.
He'd been looking for a while to find a woman or man who
specialized in male feet but hadn't found anyone yet with
the dedication, skill and professionalism for this rather
extraordinary job. The woman on the bench was very beautiful
once she had been loosened up a bit, he thought. He had
found her to be very demure and uptight when she came in.
And arrogant. He had recognized her look. It was the kind of
condescending, yet also frustrated expression that occupied
a certain kind of career woman who didn't have much in her
life outside of her all-consuming job. He had a number of
these on his bench. He knew how to deal with them. He
pressed strongly. She moaned quietly. He had a simple but
effective cure for them.
Cat lay on the bench with eyes closed. She felt the warm
press of the man's hands on her feet. She thought about the
"stimulation aids" he had mentioned. Presumably there was
more than just the feathers. She wet her lips with her
tongue.
Her masseur let off her feet and bent over to the table. He
picked up the glass flask and uncorked it. He poured some of
the thick liquid into the glass dish. A pleasant scent of
roses mingled with the air.
Cat had watched him pour the oil. She also saw him dipping
the bright paintbrush he had produced from the wrapper into
the oil. "Oh god", she thought, letting her head fall back
and closing her eyes.
He soaked the brush in the oil. Its bristles were of a nylon
filament, strong and stiff. While it might have been scorned
by a master painter, it served its sole purpose perfectly.
His first stroke on her pristine skin was masterful in any
way.
When she felt the wet stroke on her foot, Cat whimpered. The
memory of her previous torment with the feathers sprang back
instantly. She couldn't endure any more of this. And now the
horrible brush. It would drive her mad.
Her masseur continued stroking the oily brush over her sole.
He noticed how his client whined and contorted. Very
effective, the nylon brush. He dipped it back into the dish.
After a while, he pulled another brush from the wrapper and
started to work on both feet at once.
Cat couldn't take any more. "No, please stop..", she
protested, trying to fight off laughter.
Her masseur didn't seem to notice and continued oiling her
feet, drawing the bristles along her sensitive skin. Both
desperation and arousal grew in Cat. Finally, she broke into
laughter, pleading with him to stop the torture. "Stop,
please... I caaahan't take anymohore...", "STOP!",
"pleeaasee"...
When he started brushing the soft base of her toes, she
freaked out. She was laughing hard, gasping for air at the
persistent torment. She tried to articulate her despair.
"Stoooop, I cahahant..", she cackled.
He wouldn't let up. He watched her convulse, trying to rear
up against the bonds which held her on the bench. He
meticulously oiled the most sensitive spots on her twitching
feet, responding with precision to his client's involuntary
reactions, twisting and turning the bristles across her
glistening skin. Her laughing and breathless protesting
filled the room, yet her masseur kept on.
After long minutes, both of her feet were dripping wet with
oil. He had stopped brushing her soles and was back to using
his flat hands, rubbing the remaining oil into her skin. Cat
was lying nervelessly on the bench, breathing hard. More
than sweat and oil wetted her tender skin.
He looked at his client. She could take more, he knew it.
This sort of woman was tough, and they wanted to get wrung
out mercilessly on the bench. He crooked his hands and began
to rake his fingernails across her soles.
Cat shrieked like mad. She bucked against the restraints.
The man's fingernails on her soles were sending electric
jolts through her body, jolts that struck at her throbbing
middle. She thought she was going insane. It didn't stop
after one, two strokes, like earlier. He was scratching her
skin incessantly and she couldn't even move her feet. She
pulled at her wrist restraints, flexed her arm muscles. The
cuffs held tight. She bucked and clenched but it wouldn't
help. She couldn't escape the terrible torment. It dragged
on and on and soon she was thrashing around helplessly.
Small screams and unintelligible pleading interrupted hoarse
laughter as she was slowly driven near the edge.
Finally, she did something she had rarely done before in her
life, and certainly wouldn't have approved of, if she had
had any clear thinking left at that moment.
She gave herself up. She capitulated. She succumbed fully to
the unbearable suffering.
Gasping hard for air, she fell back onto the bench, her
muscles relaxing. Her mind was like a small, pink ball of
cotton. She couldn't see, she couldn't feel, couldn't think
of anything but the intense sensations that drove her on the
verge of insanity. She had ridden a mad ride and had lost
control over where it went. Now she was calm. So good to
just let go. All of a sudden, she felt warm and easy. She
nearly laughed at herself. She babbled nonsense. A flood of
warmth flushed through her body, and the next thing she
remembered was gentle hands softly rubbing down her feet
with a towel. It was over, she slowly realized. She felt
euphoric. If she hadn't been tied to the bench, she would've
hugged the man who was now caressing her feet. She was still
breathing fast and was smiling with her eyes closed, relaxed
in her tight bonds. After a while, she became aware that
some other kind of tightness in her body was waiting to be
dealt with very soon.
Her masseur unbuckled the belt that held her waist against
the bench. Her toes and legs were already free. The cuffs
that had so treacherously defied her frantic struggle were
lying innocently on the floor. She felt weak, yet an
irresistible urge was building up inside her. She drank
hastily from the glass of water he proffered.
"You might want to relax a bit. Let me help you up..", he
said.
He helped her up from the bench. She grabbed his arm. Her
legs were a bit weak still and she stumbled. He led her
around the curtain and she sank down on the chair where she
had bathed her feet.
"If you like to shower, we've got shower rooms where you can
scrub down and chill out. They're just around the corner",
he said.
She looked at him with hungry eyes.
He stepped back and smiled at her.
"I'll be in the lounge. See you later", he said and left the
room.
Cat grunted and waited for a few moments. Then she grinned.
She looked around and drew some deep breaths. When she felt
strong enough again, she got up, and left the room for her
locker. She took her things from it and walked down the
corridor, looking for the showers.
Cat spotted the shower rooms around the corner. She
quickened her step. She tried the first room, which was
unlocked and empty. She went inside and locked the door.
Inside was a wooden bench, and a stand for clothes and
towels. She put her bag on the bench. The small room was
bright, with the sun shining in through a frosted glass
window. It was warm and dry. The shower itself was separated
from the rest of the room by a transparent plastic curtain.
She hung her towel on the stand, threw her bathrobe on the
bench and quickly peeled her soaked underwear off her body.
Then she stepped into the shower. A shower head on a
flexible hose. Her heart jumped. That was what she needed
now, and she needed it badly.
-*-
A drier Cat stepped into the lounge, heading to the
reception, bag slung over shoulder.
Her masseur and a black-haired woman were standing behind
the counter, looking at some notebook. Cat waved the locker
key and returned it over the counter.
"I hope you enjoyed your stay", the masseur said, smiling at
her. The woman was smiling at her aswell.
"Uhm yes, I really did", Cat answered, unable to get a
rather embarrassing grin off her face. She gave him an even
sweeter grin. "Thank you. Maybe I'll.. well", she said.
"I've got here the adress and phone number of that massage
salon I told you about, if you like", he said, proffering a
flyer. "For your back", he added when he saw her puzzled
look.
"Ah yes, thank you", she said, as she remembered. "I almost
forgot. I'll most certainly see them." She said goodbye,
turned, and lightly walked out of the studio.
"A new pleased client", the black-haired woman remarked.
"You must've worked her well. I could see that happy light
in her eyes, what a difference to when she came in."
"Oh yes", he replied. "In this dull world, we relieve people
of their burden for a short time; we give them a simple kind
of corporal happiness that drives away all their bad
thoughts. It's like a massage for the soul.
And it's more than the time they spend here. You've seen how
changed she was when she left. She'll live on her time here
for a couple of days to come. And then.." he grinned at her,
patting the notebook, "she'll hopefully visit us some more,
as a satisfied customer."
The woman grinned back at him, "The way you work, she'll get
addicted", and snuggled up to him.
"You know, I'm always doing my very best", he smiled and
wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Oh yes, I know", she laughed. She was grinning broadly.
The End.
I'd also like to find out how one can indent parts of the text.. if it's possible, could someone please tell me.
Anyways, here it comes.
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Soul Massage
by nowayjose, Feb. 2006
Type: m/f, very slightly "adult"
Cat finally left the meeting room after long hours. She
looked through a window. Outside it was dark already, again.
She was tired and felt all cramped up. Finally this
difficult business case was resolved. After seemingly
endless negotiations, she had gotten the client to sign an
agreement that was satisfactory for both sides. A grim smile
played around her lips. This deal will advance her standing
in the company; she had outdone some of her male colleagues
again. Cat was very ambitious. A slender, mid-30s woman with
ash-blond hair, she worked in the middle management of a
major bank's business client division and was busy advancing
her career.
She felt her stomach growl. She hadn't eaten anything
substantial since morning. Coffee and donuts during meetings
didn't really fill up that much.
Cat went to her office, and sank on the chair in front of
her desk. A knock on the doorframe made her turn. Lucy was
standing in the door, smiling at her. She was Cat's only
friend at work. Lucy was working for the IT department and
they often worked late hours, after ordinary business had
gone home.
"Hi, you still here?", Lucy asked.
"Yes.. had one hell of meetings today. Finally I've got the
rubber guys to accept our offer", Cat replied.
"Oh, congratulations. Here, I've brought you something",
Lucy said, sitting the paper bag on Cats desk.
Cat opened the bag and hungrily took out one of the hotdogs.
"Oh, thanks Lucy, that really hits the spot now. You're a
real darling."
Lucy smiled, watching her friend. Cat was looking rather
haggard lately. She was working too much.
While eating and talking with her friend, Cat quickly
scanned the open mail program with one eye. One mail caught
her attention. She turned, clicked on it, and glanced over
it. And nearly choked on her hotdog. They had made Minkins
the new district manager -- the boastful jerk. She had
wanted the position herself. She bit down furiously on the
hotdog, growling quietly with fury. The deal had come too
late.
"Everything Ok?", Lucy inquired.
Over the mail, Cat had forgotten her friend was still
around, gabbing about some guy from IT she apparently
fancied.
"Oh sorry.. I was just.. distracted. No, everything
alright", she said in a pressed voice.
Lucy looked at Cat's frozen grimace and didn't believe it.
She sighed. Her friend needed some cheering up.
"You work too much, Cat. I've got something for you that
will help you relax. You can go there once or twice a week
for a few hours. It's a massage salon. For feet. They give
heavenly foot massages." She smiled. "I go there at least
once a week now if I can manage, and I really love it.
Doesn't take much time and you're wonderfully relaxed for
the rest of the day."
Cat eyed her friend.
"Foot massage", she mumbled. "That's something I could use
now."
She remembered the last time someone had massaged her feet.
It had been her ex-boyfriend, and he hadn't been good at it.
He hadn't liked giving massages. Actually, he hadn't liked
anything much that didn't involve instantaneous
gratification for himself. Cat grimaced. She had almost
forgotten the selfish git. He also worked for the bank,
although now in a different city. Thankfully. Old wrath
crept up her stomach. He was one of those for whom the value
of a woman was in the envy of his buddies. No, not buddies.
He didn't have buddies. He had Friends. Cat had been little
more than a sports-car and party ornament, when she had been
out with him. When she had learned that he was screwing
around on business trips, she had kicked him like the bad
habit that he was. Now she was single. She looked at her
friend. She tried to smile.
"Sounds good, Lucy. I could use a couple hours off from work
during the week."
That wouldn't be a problem. She was often working into the
night, and so occasionally went downtown two, three hours in
the afternoon to do some necessary shopping. If there
weren't any meetings or phone calls, of course.
"I'll mail you the address and phone number!" Lucy said
happily. "Have to go now, we've got to move the MXes for
Asian operations to another net segment tonight."
"Oh, good luck Lucy. I've got a report to write still", Cat
said and felt a headache approaching.
Later that night, Cat read Lucy's e-mail.
"The Foot Works", she read aloud. Hmm. I'll phone them
tomorrow. This doesn't sound too bad.
-*-
The "Foot Works" was located at the city center, on the
ground floor of a large combined office and warehouse
building. Outside, the street bustled. Cat went in. She
found herself in a bright room that was used as a lounge.
Round tables occupied the center. At one sat a woman,
reading a magazine and sipping on a coffee. Hydroponic
plants stood at the corners and the entrance. Posters and
abstract paintings adorned the walls. She walked up to a
counter, which spanned most of one wall. Two people were
sitting at it on bar stools, talking over a coffee with a
tall, dark-haired man behind it. Cat found him to be quite
attractive.
"Hi", she made herself noticed.
The man turned and gave her a small smile.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
"I've got a massage appointment for 2pm. Cat Vanity."
"Ah yes, Ms. Vanity. Your first visit? Welcome to the Foot
Works studio. I hope you'll enjoy your stay. We have a
masseur reserved for you. If you would please follow me."
She followed him through a beaded curtains into a large
room. Chairs and two low tables with magazines were at one
side. A man was sitting there, sorting through the
magazines. Another doorway hung with beaded curtains opened
into a corridor. A sign "WC - Changing Rooms - Lockers -
Showers" indicated the facilities beyond.
Metal stands draped with white cloth were used to divide one
part of the room into some kind of booths. There people were
being massaged.
A portly built, middle-aged man in white trousers and shirt
with balding hair and a big smile on his face approached
them.
"Ms. Vanity, this is Luca, a true master of his art. You're
in expert hands with him", the podgy man was introduced to
her.
The man's smile was infectious. Cat smiled back.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Vanity. Pleased to have you here. If
you would please come with me?", he said.
Cat followed the man into one of the booths. She mused
whether she would have preferred a massage from the handsome
guy instead but soon forgot about that after her masseur
began his work.
He started with her left foot, taking it in both hands,
pressing and kneading it with his thumbs in slowly widening
circles. Cat eased back into the chair. This felt good. He
took her foot between his hands and rubbed and squeezed it.
Cat's mood lightened already. The good Lucy. Her masseur was
focussed on her foot, now lightly stretching and twisting
every toe.
"Our feet have reflex zones", he explained, "that correspond
to internal organs". He pressed various points on her sole
with his thumb. "This will stimulate your whole body." Cat
closed her eyes and laid her head back.
About forty minutes later, Cat left the booths room, heading
for the counter. She felt relaxed and refreshed. She
definitely had to come here again. The dishy man who had
picked her interest -- the studio's proprietor, as she had
learned from the masseur -- was back behind the counter.
She paid and while he ran her credit card through the
reader, she eyed him. Did he massage, too? A small cardboard
sign on the counter caught her attention.
It read:
NEW! Special Sole Massage NEW!
Relieving & Invigorating
Sessions 45 or 90 minutes
Ask staff for details
Female clients only at the moment
Cat wrinkled her brow.
"What's this?", she asked the man.
He looked at her and produced a leaflet from under the
counter.
"A new service we offer. If you're interested, here're the
details", he replied in a calm voice.
Later in her office, Cat studied the leaflet.
``The Foot Works -- New Service:
Special Sole Massage, 45 or 90 minute sessions.
Strong but sensual.
What do we offer?
This massage is different from our ordinary foot massage in
that it focusses on the soles of your feet and uses various
massage techniques to create a range of sensations. Our
specially trained staff precisely stimulates your soles,
which have over 7000 nerve endings and for many people are
one of the most sensitive spots of the body. Sensations
range from mild to intense. Positive effects are: activated
circulation for the entire body and a powerful stress relief
due to the release of endorphines.
Are you feeling angry and frustrated? Down and burned out?
Cramped and tired?
Our special massage will invigorate you and make you forget
your problems for a while.
Showers are available, towels and bathrobe provided.
Refreshments and snacks are served in our lounge. If this is
your first visit, we recommend getting a pedicure a week
before the massage to soften the skin. Only healthy & clean
feet, please. Toenails should be cut short.
Relaxing foot bath offered before massage.
Please bring enough time. For a 45 minute massage, plan for
2 hours. For a 90 minute session, 3 hours.
We recommend wearing comfortable sports wear or underwear to
your appointment. You can change at the studio.
Due to the strong effects the massage can have, please read
our notes on health issues below.
Restrained massage customary.
This service is currently available only to women, 18 and
over.''
Cat mused. This was all a bit weird. Restrained massage?
What kind of restraints? Then it dawned on her. Oh crap,
they're tickling you on your feet. That's what their
"Special Sole Massage" meant. No, that's hilarious. She sat
back in her chair. Despite herself, her curiosity was
pricked. Why would anyone buy such a service? she wondered.
Apparently people did. Maybe it isn't real tickling after
all.. or they have some different kind of massage, similar
to it. She had really enjoyed the foot massage. Would this
be something to try aswell? The effects sounded promising.
She had a whole lot of problems that she wanted to forget.
Feeling angry and frustrated? Hell, she had a lot of cold
anger inside her. They better be good, she thought. Driving
out her rage would require more than a little tickling, or
whatever it was they did.
-*-
A week later, Cat entered the massage studio, slightly
nervous, a sports bag slung over her shoulder. She had taken
off a couple hours from work, and that was good as it was.
The meeting with the new district manager had gone rather
unedifying. She grit her teeth. But here now she was away
from work. She wondered if the 'special massage' really was
a good decision. Well, in any case she would take it
sportingly. She took a deep breath as she entered the bright
lounge and headed to the counter. The guy she had come to
know as the studio's boss was leaning against it, talking
with one of the clients.
She approached him.
"Hi", he said.
"Hi.." she replied. "I'm here for.."
"Ah yes, my assistant talked with you on the phone. The
special massage, wasn't it?"
"Uhm, yes, in fact."
He fully turned to her, smiling at her.
"Only Joe and I are doing the special massage. As Joe has a
week off, you'll have to make do with me", he said, winking
at her.
Cat's heart beat faster.
"Oh, I guess that'll be Ok", she replied. She smiled
sweetly.
"Fine. If you would please take a seat in the massage room,
my assistant will be shortly with you", he said.
Cat went through the beaded curtains into the massage room
and sat down in the seating area. After a while, a
white-clad woman came in and addressed her.
"Hello, Ms. Vanity? I'm May. If you would please follow me?"
Cat followed the woman to the ladies' changing room. Inside,
two white towels, a pair of slippers and a white bathrobe
were placed neatly on a wooden bench.
"You may want to change into something comfortable", the
woman pointed at the items.
"Down the corridor are bathroom, shower and the massage
rooms." The woman handed her a small key.
"Here's your locker key. Your massage will be in in room 2."
She smiled.
"If I can help you with anything else?"
"No, thank you", Cat replied.
"Enjoy your stay!", said the woman and left.
Cat opened the locker and shoved her bag in. She undressed
to her underwear, and put on the bathrobe and slippers. She
put the towels, her clothes and the bag in the locker and
locked it.
I better have a visit to the loo before, she thought.
Then she left the changing room.
-*-
Clad in white bathrobe and slippers, Cat opened the door of
a room marked with "Massage 2". She went in. The man who was
to be her masseur was busy over a trough in front of a
wooden chair. She closed the door. The room was divided by a
white cloth curtain. On this side, there was the wooden
chair next to a table, and in front of it the steaming
trough with hot water. A neatly folded white towel was lying
on the table. Potted hydroponic plants occupied a corner.
There wasn't neon light, like in the main massage room, and
there weren't any windows. A rail with a couple small
halogen lamps mounted at the ceiling bathed the room in a
more pleasant light than cold neon illumination.
"Ah, Ms. Vanity, welcome again. Let me show you the massage
facility and let me explain what we offer", her masseur
said.
"First, we provide a refreshing foot bath. This will also
cleanse and soften your feet for the massage", he indicated
the trough with hot water.
He walked around the cloth curtain.
"And here's the massage area."
Cat's eyes fixed on the bench. It was a bench a bit like a
dentist's chair, which provided the occupant with a
comfortable half-sitting, half-lying position but the back
rest was narrower. The whole thing was padded and
upholstered with black leather. That wasn't what made Cat's
eyes widen.
It was the stocks-like block at the foot end, now open with
the upper part sitting on the floor beside the bench. Like
small medieval stocks but thickly padded and made to lock
not only the ankles but a good part of the lower leg aswell,
it was fitted with four big screws at the corners, with
which the large top part could be screwed down onto the
receiving lower one. It had some cushioned extra padding at
the front above where the opening for the feet would be, and
a kind of loophole mesh above that. Cat stared at the thing
incredulously.
The masseur noticed her stare, and smiled.
"Well, it looks a bit wild at first but trust me, it's very
comfortable and designed to provide a safe restraint for a
good massage", he said.
"Ah well.. I just think it might be a bit.. extreme...", Cat
said doubtfully, eyeing the unusual piece of furniture.
She broke free her eyes from the restraining block and
scanned the rest of the bench. Where her waist would be was
a belt, and further belts where fitted to the bench where
her thighs would rest. Despite there having been an obvious
attempt by the designer to make it look as innocuous as
possible, it still looked a bit like a torture rack from a
science fiction horror movie.
"Well, it works very well for our clients so far. You see,
most of our clients have rather sensitive feet and wouldn't
be able to hold them still during the massage. They wouldn't
be able to take in the strong sensations if they hadn't got
their feet restrained. Since the basic effect of the massage
lies in the powerful sensations it creates over a certain
period of time, for most of our clients, the massage simply
wouldn't work without restraints. Of course if you want to
reconsider and have an ordinary massage instead, we'd be
happy to provide..", the masseur said.
Cat thought fast. Despite being slightly bemused by the
setting, she was also intrigued. She hadn't come without
reason, although she wasn't fully aware yet of the why. She
regained her composure quickly.
"Well, no, I was just a bit surprised about the restraint
thing, I mean of course I have read the flyer you gave me
and was expecting something like it. Anyways, I do have very
sensitive feet, too, but I'd like to try out the massage, it
sounds uhm.. interesting". She managed a smile.
"I'm sure it will be, Ms. Vanity. Very well then. If you
would like to enjoy the foot bath now, I'll be back for the
massage in about ten minutes. If you have any further wish
that I can help with?"
"Uhm, no thanks, I've got everything I need, I think", she
said.
"Fine, until then", he replied and left the room.
Cat sat down, laid the key on the table, took off the
slippers and dangled her feet in the hot water. Ah, that was
nice. A very slight scent of herbs and roses wafted through
the air. Her muscles relaxed. She wriggled her feet in the
hotness of the bath, and rubbed them together. She looked at
the white curtain dividing the room and thought about the
situation. The massage bench had looked truly bizarre. She
chuckled. She wondered if that was every new patron's
reaction to it. So he would strap her down onto this thing
and then 'massage' her. She found the whole setting a bit
silly but still she was getting excited. This was so..
different.. from the other small escapes from her dreary
everyday life that she allowed herself from time to time;
gym, swimming, hairdresser and pedicure, and recently the
foot massage. This was like a small adventure. She had
enough big 'adventures' with difficult and annoying clients
at work, and didn't really care for any more excitement in
her free time but this was something else. It was positively
exciting.
Some time later, her masseur had returned and she was drying
her feet with the towel. The hot water had not only loosened
her muscles, it had also made her slender feet soft and even
more sensitive. She laid down the towel onto the chair,
stood up and followed her masseur around the curtain into
the massage part of the room. It was decorated in classic
style as to create a pleasant, relaxing atmosphere, despite,
or perhaps because of, the bench at the centre. The walls
and ceiling were kept in a warm off-white tone. One side of
the wall was draped with decorative cloth curtains. A long
sideboard with drawers was standing by the other wall. On
it, some candles were burning. Paintings similar to those in
other rooms over the place decorated a wall. The room was
indirectly lit by two floor lamps, beaming at the ceiling.
In front of the bench was a small cushioned stool,
presumably for the masseur to sit on. Beside the stool stood
a small, low table on rollers. Cat took in the scene and
despite her efforts to remain calm, grew slightly jittery.
-*-
"Just relax. These will make for a good fit", her masseur
reassured her, as he wrapped some towels around her ankles
and lower legs. Cat was lying in a half-sitting position on
the bench and had her legs resting on the lower part of the
stocks block. She kept her hands folded on her lap. The
masseur picked up the block's upper part from the floor and
carefully aligned it with the lower one so that the four big
screw bolts went into the corresponding holes in the lower
part. Cat felt the thickly padded block press down gently on
her lower legs. Then the man began screwing down the padded
block until her legs were solidly fixed within. It was
tight, she couldn't move her legs anymore but it was still
comfortable.
"All well and firm?", he inquired. "It shouldn't be too
tight, not that your feet fall asleep". He smiled.
"Ah, that would be really unfortunate, wouldn't it", Cat
grinned. "No, it's alright. Feels a bit like my legs were
encased in a block of concrete but I take it that you're not
working for the Mafia and going to dump me in the river",
she joked.
"We're not normally in the habit of sinking our clients.
Well, not with the expensive furniture still attached to
them, in any case", he grinned.
"Ah, then I'm relieved. So I'll just hold on to this thing,
then. Ok. And what next?", she asked.
"I'm going to fixate your thighs and waist with the belts.
Most clients also like their hands restrained. That's
optional of course but you might want to, aswell."
"Hmm, uhm. I'm not sure..", she replied.
"Well, as you like it. Now if you would please sit back, so
I can buckle the belts."
He went at her thighs, and began strapping her body down
onto the bench with the belts.
Cat's excitement grew. She noticed that the firm grip of the
restraints on her body wasn't unpleasant at all. It provided
for a nice, firm, safe feeling. Her masseur pulled the thigh
belt tight, forcing her upper legs together and onto the
padded bench. Cat clenched her thighs but relaxed quickly
when she noticed it.
Her masseur went to the cupboard and took a pair of leather
cuffs from one of the drawers. He showed them to her.
"I'd recommend these if you want your hands restrained."
He handed her the cuffs. Cat looked at them suspiciously,
turning them in her hands. Her heart beat faster.
"Hmm.. well, why not", she said in a too cool voice. "If you
say it's useful.."
Her masseur watched her. He knew why he was putting the
things into play with a number of the women on the bench. He
had acquired a pretty good understanding of what his patrons
desired.
"I can recommend them, as a number of our clients prefer
their hands to be fixated aswell. It certainly adds to the
feeling during the massage. But it's strictly personal
preference, of course."
Cat had her eyes locked onto the cuffs and was inspecting
the clasps with her fingers.
"They look rather.. uhm.. kinky. Don't they", she said after
a while, in a slightly agitated voice.
"Well. We're not a bondage dungeon, you know.", her masseur
replied calmly. "We do not aim for sexual excitement.
Although you should understand that every body reacts
differently to the rather intense massage we provide. But
don't worry about that. Just relax and don't suppress
anything. The aim of the massage is to drive out bad
feelings, so to speak, and loosen up your body and mind.
We're one-hundred percent discreet, and the room is
soundproof, so you can fully indulge in the massage. False
shame is really not indicated here, I assure you."
Cat nearly blushed.
"Sorry, I didn't want to imply that, of course", she
hastened to say.
Last thing I would have is this whole thing getting
embarrassing, she thought.
"I think I'll try the cuffs. They're nice looking, aren't
they", she smiled.
"Ok. You'd perhaps like to get your shoulders loosened up a
bit?", he asked.
Cat nodded.
"If you would please bend forward?", he said. "And perhaps
with your shoulders free, if you wouldn't mind."
Cat obliged and lowered the bathrobe. She was mildly
concerned about the guy being able to stare at her bra and
breasts but he'd shown a polite, professional demeanour so
far, so most likely he wouldn't stare. She lowered the robe
on the bench, shook her shoulders and bent forward. She felt
his hands tighten their grip on her shoulder muscles and
start to expertly knead them. After a while, she closed her
eyes and grunted quietly with satisfaction. He worked her
shoulders, and her arms, bending them this way and that,
stretching them, arching her back, gently pounding her
muscles. Cat was relaxing, eyes closed and her upper body
moved in rhythm with the kneadwork. She didn't spend any
more thoughts on her locked legs and the unfamiliarity of
the situation in general, and wiggled her bare feet in
response to the pleasant massage. Her shoulders felt warm
and lightweight.
"Ok, that should be better now", her masseur said, finishing
the massage by stroking down her back.
"You don't perchance have longer backrubs in your
portfolio?", Cat asked, smiling, while she was getting
helped back into the bathrobe.
"No, sorry. We only do feet here", he smiled back. "But
later I can give you the address of a good massage salon we
associate with."
"That would be nice.", she answered. "I've quite often got a
rather cramped back lately."
"A good body massage can work true wonders, Ms. Vanity. And
our sole massage will also help against a couple problems,
I'm sure."
"That's what I hope, too. Now what was it, with these..
things?" She held up the cuffs.
We'll get them on your wrists, and lock them behind the
bench's back rest", he explained.
"Ok", Cat said, holding out her fists at him.
Her masseur proceeded with the restraints. He wrapped the
pair of cuffs around her wrists and buckled each. Then her
arms were pulled gently behind the bench's backrest and he
locked both cuffs with a snap hook together and against the
bench at one of a number of small black metal rings. Cat
pulled at the cuffs experimentally and they held tight,
keeping her wrists in their strong grip. Despite herself,
she felt a slight tingly feeling arise between her thighs.
She gave a quiet grunt and discreetly rolled her eyes in
mild self-annoyance.
Her masseur had gone around and was closing the bench's
broad waist belt, buckling it tight.
"This is mainly for relieving your stomach muscles", he
explained.
Oh crap, hope it won't get that bad, she thought. She kept
her face from grimacing.
"Like when weightlifting? Actually I didn't want to do that
here..", she replied.
"Ah, not really. Don't worry, it's mostly just for the feel
of it. Everything comfortable now?", he inquired.
She gave the contraption a good tug.
"Feels Ok to me", she said quietly.
"Fine. Let me fetch some things", he went over to the
cupboard.
Cat probed her restraints methodically. The cuffs didn't
allow her wrists much clearance. Oh well, it really feels
secure. They obviously aren't doing this for the first time,
she conceded. The waist belt was also comfortably tight,
making it impossible for her to move about on the bench from
her sitting position. As if she could, she thought, with her
legs being locked onto the bench in an uncompromising grip.
At least she could still move her feet a bit. She felt some
stuffed leathery pad at the back of her feet that extended
from her ankle to nearly up to her toes. She pressed her
feet back against the soft coolness of the leather. Not too
uncomfortable, she thought, relaxing her feet. She put on
her composed expression that she was using when dealing with
difficult business clients, took a few deep breaths to calm
herself down and quietly waited for what the masseur was to
do next.
He returned from the cupboard and was carrying a white
towel, a beautifully shaped glass flask containing some
milky liquid, a small glass dish, a brown leather wrapper
and a bundle of leather straps.
She looked puzzled and her eyes locked on the straps. She
raised an eyebrow.
He nodded at the flask and the leather wrapper. "These are
just massage oil, and some stimulation aids."
"And these straps here are for tying your toes against the
block. That will properly fixate your feet", he explained.
"Oh! Uhm.. wait! I don't think that's necessary...", she
clenched her feet and curled her toes.
"We think it helps very much but it's of course up to you."
He gave her a questioning look.
With a conflicting expression on her face she looked at the
straps in his hand and after a moment, averted her eyes.
This is rather embarrassing, she thought.
"Uhm. Ok, go on, please", she conceded, trying to cover her
uneasiness with a firm voice. She held her feet straight up,
stiffly, and laid her head back against the bench, looking
up at the ceiling. He probably knows better how this works
best, she thought. Just try not to look foolish.
Her masseur pulled the small stool and table close to the
foot end of the bench and sat down, putting the flask and
other items on the table and laying the straps over his lap.
"Don't worry, you'll be quite comfortable", he said in an
encouraging tone.
"I'm immobilizing your feet, so the massage will be the most
satisfying for you. Trust me. Now please relax your feet",
he said. Then he took her left foot and gently pressed it
back against the padding.
Cat jerked slightly but regained her composure almost
immediately. She was staring intently at the ceiling,
studying the slight irregularity of the paint. Like at the
dentist's, she thought and chuckled. The masseur started to
carefully knot the upper part of her toes against the
loophole mesh on the block above the padding. She braced
herself, trying to subdue the sensations from her toes. Her
masseur gave her a brief look. Ok, she was one of those who
couldn't stand her feet being touched at all. Well, he had
to go easy on her and build it up slowly.
She grunted a bit when he pulled the straps fast. When he
was done with the second foot, he examined his work and
asked, "Are these too tight? They should be comfortable
still but also must be tight, so they won't come off and so
you can't move your feet."
Cat probed the fixation. Her feet were now arched backwards,
pressed from ankle up to the toes against the leather pad.
Her toes were bound firmly against the block. She could
twitch a bit with her feet but hardly anything more. She
surely couldn't move them in any direction, nor clench them
or curl her toes.
"Oh, shit...", she thought, with a hint of panic creeping up
her bowels. She worked some moisture back into her mouth.
"It's Ok, I think", she managed to say in a steadied voice.
She noticed she was sweating. Her heart was racing. She
forced herself to calm down a bit, silently cursing herself
for being afraid of something that other women apparently
enjoyed regularly and that she herself, a couple hours ago,
had thought would be an interesting idea to try out aswell.
Can't be that bad after all, she thought. So get yourself
together, you foolish girl, and relax. You're a tough woman.
You're not going to look foolish in front of this masseur.
Especially not in front of this young and rather
good-looking one, she added to herself. That would be too
embarrassing. And I don't embarrass myself. If at all, I
embarrass others. That's how it ought to work. She looked at
the man at her feet. Concentrate, she told herself.
Pulling herself together, she looked levelly at the masseur
and announced, "I think it's nicely done. I'm quite
impatient already about the massage." She smiled sweetly,
showing him her teeth. He smiled back.
"No need to hurry", he said, while he stood up and walked to
the wall, were a dimmer switch for the ambient light was
located.
"In contrast to the busy world outside, in here, we
emphasize slowness and dedication."
He dimmed the light, accentuating the slightly flickering
candles. They gave the room a more intimate atmosphere. He
walked to her side.
"Close your eyes and relax", he told her in a calm, low
voice, looking her in the eyes.
"Remove the stress and hurry from your mind."
"Your problems and trouble are distant, they cannot affect
you. You are here in an oasis of sensual pleasure, where the
massage of your bare feet will be the only thing that is
real. All other things are insubstantial. Submit completely
to the sensations of the massage, on how they flow through
your body and affect your mind."
"Breathe slowly.. you can feel your chest going up and
down..."
Cat responded by breathing slower, her muscles relaxing. She
liked his voice.
"Enjoy your massage", he said, walking quietly to the
bench's foot end and sat down on the stool.
Cat swallowed. She was taking slow, deep breaths and had her
eyes closed. Despite that, her heart was pounding and she
was excited. She wet her lips with her tongue and laid her
head back. Concentrate, she told herself. This is going to
be nice. She closed her eyes, not sure whether she was ready
to take what might come. Slowly, the room around her
narrowed.
Quiet moments passed. Then the masseur bent forward and
started to gently caress her naked soles with the flat back
of his hands. Cat responded immediately.
Her feet twitched. She opened her eyes and exhaled, a low,
gutteral, animal grunt escaping her throat. A flush of
warmth coursed through her body.
From one moment to the next, all of her aloof coolness, dry
countenance and planned concentration had evaporated. From
one moment to the next, she was reduced to the woman she
normally hid from everyone, often including herself.
Also gone were her doubts. Even though it obviously would be
much to endure -- the slow, caressing stroke was already
quite hard for her to bear -- she realized it was going to
be exactly what she needed. The thought embarrassed her, but
only a little. So much for sports, she sighed, as she
regained control over her mind.
The caressing continued, and she moaned quietly and tried to
turn her arms in her bonds. The man had been right. Tying
her up behind her back was certainly a very useful measure,
she had to admit. At least it kept her hands away from her
lap. And it adds so much to that exquisite feeling of
helplessness, said a tiny voice in the back of her head. She
dismissed the voice. She was a strong woman, not someone to
submit to anything, or anyone, and even feel good when doing
so. She tried to move her feet. She knew her legs were
completely useless. He's done a really good job with the
toes, she thought, appreciating the fact that all her
efforts to move her feet were in vain.
The slow caressing continued. Her excitement began to build
and she was breathing heavily. She tried not to moan; she
didn't want the handsome guy getting a too awkward
impression of her, especially after what he had said
earlier. The gentle touch on her feet was very pleasurable,
even though it was spiked with an undisguised tint of
torment, a feeling that made something small in the back of
her brain spin and wanting to get her feet away from his
hands. She knew she couldn't get her feet away, she couldn't
even move them. Besides, something different had woken up
inside her, too, something strong and powerful that was
wrestling her flight instinct. She now began to moan louder,
not caring anymore what kind of idea she gave the guy. She
definitely had to shower after this.
Her masseur looked at her, turned his hands, and ran his
fingernails up and down her soles.
A jolt ran through her body. She bucked, wide-eyed and a
shrill shriek split the silence of the room.
Her masseur had gone back to his slow caress, now using his
palms for stroking, lightly pressing them against her soles,
moving up and down.
"I'm sorry, I...", she panted, embarrassed about her very
noisy reaction.
He gave her a friendly smile while he continued stroking her
feet, and said in a comforting voice, "You don't have to,
it's just normal. Let it all out, don't hold it back."
She groaned loudly and relaxed back onto the bench. His
sensual stroke soothed her and slowly she began to savour
it. She laid back her head, closed her eyes and started to
rhythmically clench her thighs as his hands went over her
soles. He probably knows by now that it turns me on, she
thought. It turns me on, it echoed in her head. Yes, it
really does. She admitted as much to herself now. What a
weird realization. She wondered if her masseur was enjoying
it too. Does the man get hard when he's playing with my
feet? Oh god, no, I don't want to think about that now. She
groaned. She tilted her head and tried to concentrate on the
sensations in her feet, emptying her head of all idle
thought. Her masseur kept up the slow, caressing stroke. She
started to moan softly again.
He continued his gentle stroking for a while. Then he picked
up the leather wrapper, put it on his lap and opened it. He
selected two small, stiff feathers from the contents.
Starting at her heels, he began to ever so slowly sweep the
broadsides of the feathers up and down her soles. Cat
shivered.
"What's this?", she asked in a quiet, shuddering voice.
"Don't bother yourself with it, relax", he told her calmly,
softly touching her feet with the feathers. The gentle
tickling sensation began to build up in Cat's mind to sweet
misery. It wasn't so bad after all but it wouldn't stop.
And, more important, she was unable to move her feet, and
the gossamery touch was a strong reminder of this. She tried
once more to move, flexing her muscles. The close grip on
her lower legs and around her ankles left her no chance. And
her toes were held back firmly by the straps. She felt so
helpless and vulnerable. As the light tickling sensation
began to spread through her body, she noticed how much she
was savouring the bondage that held her fast. It created an
overpowering, yet cosy feeling. Despite being helpless, she
felt safe. She didn't have to bother about the situation,
she couldn't do anything about it anyways. She let herself
relax, relishing the sensations from her feet. It would get
worse, she was quite sure of that, but for now she would
enjoy the moment. While she flexed her arm and wrist muscles
against the wonderfully tight feeling of the cuffs, she
began to long for a more intense stimulation, one that would
start to challenge the sturdiness of her restraints. Her
body's central hub began to throb.
She wouldn't have to wait long. Her masseur turned his hands
a bit, and started brushing her arches with the feathers'
stiff tips.
She inhaled sharply and tried to hold her breath, clenching
her teeth. She strained the cuffs. They wouldn't give a
finger's width. Her masseur now ran the feathers freely
across her vulnerable soles. She was still holding out
bravely but it was getting really hard. I can't stand that
for much longer. He had just begun her sweet ordeal but
surely it would go on for minutes. And she immediately
cursed herself for that treacherous thought. She tried to
think of other things. She watched the flickering of the
candles. She closed her eyes. It didn't work. It was too
much. She couldn't bear it any longer. It had to stop, now.
She groaned loudly and bucked. Her masseur didn't look up.
He seemed to be oblivious to her anguish and continued the
wicked dance of feathers on her soles. She groaned louder,
hastier. She was sweating. Please don't make me beg to stop,
she thought.
Some time later, she was wet with sweat, and quite
exhausted. She didn't know how she had been able to live
through it without starting to scream at him to stop the
torture. It had seemed to her to have gone on for hours. He
was now massaging her feet with his palms. It felt like
heaven, so wonderfully relaxing. She was slumped down onto
the bench, her muscles having started to ache from long
minutes of tension. Sweat was trickling down her forehead
and into her left eye. It stung. She blinked it away. How
much was left of her session, she wondered? She had lost all
sense of time.
"How are you?", her masseur asked quietly. She sighed.
"I'm fine, thanks", she replied in a distant voice. For now,
she thought. Minutes ago it was hell for me and you know it.
But now she was enjoying the gyrating pression of his warm,
firm hands on her soles, and the live memory of her agony
already began to fade.
He pressed the ball of his thumb against her right foot,
massaging it slowly. Her feet were cute, he had to admit.
Slender, soft and very sensitive. He mused a while about
her, wondering what had brought her here. His clients who
were treated with the "special sole massage" were all
female, since he and Joe only wanted to do women's feet.
He'd been looking for a while to find a woman or man who
specialized in male feet but hadn't found anyone yet with
the dedication, skill and professionalism for this rather
extraordinary job. The woman on the bench was very beautiful
once she had been loosened up a bit, he thought. He had
found her to be very demure and uptight when she came in.
And arrogant. He had recognized her look. It was the kind of
condescending, yet also frustrated expression that occupied
a certain kind of career woman who didn't have much in her
life outside of her all-consuming job. He had a number of
these on his bench. He knew how to deal with them. He
pressed strongly. She moaned quietly. He had a simple but
effective cure for them.
Cat lay on the bench with eyes closed. She felt the warm
press of the man's hands on her feet. She thought about the
"stimulation aids" he had mentioned. Presumably there was
more than just the feathers. She wet her lips with her
tongue.
Her masseur let off her feet and bent over to the table. He
picked up the glass flask and uncorked it. He poured some of
the thick liquid into the glass dish. A pleasant scent of
roses mingled with the air.
Cat had watched him pour the oil. She also saw him dipping
the bright paintbrush he had produced from the wrapper into
the oil. "Oh god", she thought, letting her head fall back
and closing her eyes.
He soaked the brush in the oil. Its bristles were of a nylon
filament, strong and stiff. While it might have been scorned
by a master painter, it served its sole purpose perfectly.
His first stroke on her pristine skin was masterful in any
way.
When she felt the wet stroke on her foot, Cat whimpered. The
memory of her previous torment with the feathers sprang back
instantly. She couldn't endure any more of this. And now the
horrible brush. It would drive her mad.
Her masseur continued stroking the oily brush over her sole.
He noticed how his client whined and contorted. Very
effective, the nylon brush. He dipped it back into the dish.
After a while, he pulled another brush from the wrapper and
started to work on both feet at once.
Cat couldn't take any more. "No, please stop..", she
protested, trying to fight off laughter.
Her masseur didn't seem to notice and continued oiling her
feet, drawing the bristles along her sensitive skin. Both
desperation and arousal grew in Cat. Finally, she broke into
laughter, pleading with him to stop the torture. "Stop,
please... I caaahan't take anymohore...", "STOP!",
"pleeaasee"...
When he started brushing the soft base of her toes, she
freaked out. She was laughing hard, gasping for air at the
persistent torment. She tried to articulate her despair.
"Stoooop, I cahahant..", she cackled.
He wouldn't let up. He watched her convulse, trying to rear
up against the bonds which held her on the bench. He
meticulously oiled the most sensitive spots on her twitching
feet, responding with precision to his client's involuntary
reactions, twisting and turning the bristles across her
glistening skin. Her laughing and breathless protesting
filled the room, yet her masseur kept on.
After long minutes, both of her feet were dripping wet with
oil. He had stopped brushing her soles and was back to using
his flat hands, rubbing the remaining oil into her skin. Cat
was lying nervelessly on the bench, breathing hard. More
than sweat and oil wetted her tender skin.
He looked at his client. She could take more, he knew it.
This sort of woman was tough, and they wanted to get wrung
out mercilessly on the bench. He crooked his hands and began
to rake his fingernails across her soles.
Cat shrieked like mad. She bucked against the restraints.
The man's fingernails on her soles were sending electric
jolts through her body, jolts that struck at her throbbing
middle. She thought she was going insane. It didn't stop
after one, two strokes, like earlier. He was scratching her
skin incessantly and she couldn't even move her feet. She
pulled at her wrist restraints, flexed her arm muscles. The
cuffs held tight. She bucked and clenched but it wouldn't
help. She couldn't escape the terrible torment. It dragged
on and on and soon she was thrashing around helplessly.
Small screams and unintelligible pleading interrupted hoarse
laughter as she was slowly driven near the edge.
Finally, she did something she had rarely done before in her
life, and certainly wouldn't have approved of, if she had
had any clear thinking left at that moment.
She gave herself up. She capitulated. She succumbed fully to
the unbearable suffering.
Gasping hard for air, she fell back onto the bench, her
muscles relaxing. Her mind was like a small, pink ball of
cotton. She couldn't see, she couldn't feel, couldn't think
of anything but the intense sensations that drove her on the
verge of insanity. She had ridden a mad ride and had lost
control over where it went. Now she was calm. So good to
just let go. All of a sudden, she felt warm and easy. She
nearly laughed at herself. She babbled nonsense. A flood of
warmth flushed through her body, and the next thing she
remembered was gentle hands softly rubbing down her feet
with a towel. It was over, she slowly realized. She felt
euphoric. If she hadn't been tied to the bench, she would've
hugged the man who was now caressing her feet. She was still
breathing fast and was smiling with her eyes closed, relaxed
in her tight bonds. After a while, she became aware that
some other kind of tightness in her body was waiting to be
dealt with very soon.
Her masseur unbuckled the belt that held her waist against
the bench. Her toes and legs were already free. The cuffs
that had so treacherously defied her frantic struggle were
lying innocently on the floor. She felt weak, yet an
irresistible urge was building up inside her. She drank
hastily from the glass of water he proffered.
"You might want to relax a bit. Let me help you up..", he
said.
He helped her up from the bench. She grabbed his arm. Her
legs were a bit weak still and she stumbled. He led her
around the curtain and she sank down on the chair where she
had bathed her feet.
"If you like to shower, we've got shower rooms where you can
scrub down and chill out. They're just around the corner",
he said.
She looked at him with hungry eyes.
He stepped back and smiled at her.
"I'll be in the lounge. See you later", he said and left the
room.
Cat grunted and waited for a few moments. Then she grinned.
She looked around and drew some deep breaths. When she felt
strong enough again, she got up, and left the room for her
locker. She took her things from it and walked down the
corridor, looking for the showers.
Cat spotted the shower rooms around the corner. She
quickened her step. She tried the first room, which was
unlocked and empty. She went inside and locked the door.
Inside was a wooden bench, and a stand for clothes and
towels. She put her bag on the bench. The small room was
bright, with the sun shining in through a frosted glass
window. It was warm and dry. The shower itself was separated
from the rest of the room by a transparent plastic curtain.
She hung her towel on the stand, threw her bathrobe on the
bench and quickly peeled her soaked underwear off her body.
Then she stepped into the shower. A shower head on a
flexible hose. Her heart jumped. That was what she needed
now, and she needed it badly.
-*-
A drier Cat stepped into the lounge, heading to the
reception, bag slung over shoulder.
Her masseur and a black-haired woman were standing behind
the counter, looking at some notebook. Cat waved the locker
key and returned it over the counter.
"I hope you enjoyed your stay", the masseur said, smiling at
her. The woman was smiling at her aswell.
"Uhm yes, I really did", Cat answered, unable to get a
rather embarrassing grin off her face. She gave him an even
sweeter grin. "Thank you. Maybe I'll.. well", she said.
"I've got here the adress and phone number of that massage
salon I told you about, if you like", he said, proffering a
flyer. "For your back", he added when he saw her puzzled
look.
"Ah yes, thank you", she said, as she remembered. "I almost
forgot. I'll most certainly see them." She said goodbye,
turned, and lightly walked out of the studio.
"A new pleased client", the black-haired woman remarked.
"You must've worked her well. I could see that happy light
in her eyes, what a difference to when she came in."
"Oh yes", he replied. "In this dull world, we relieve people
of their burden for a short time; we give them a simple kind
of corporal happiness that drives away all their bad
thoughts. It's like a massage for the soul.
And it's more than the time they spend here. You've seen how
changed she was when she left. She'll live on her time here
for a couple of days to come. And then.." he grinned at her,
patting the notebook, "she'll hopefully visit us some more,
as a satisfied customer."
The woman grinned back at him, "The way you work, she'll get
addicted", and snuggled up to him.
"You know, I'm always doing my very best", he smiled and
wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Oh yes, I know", she laughed. She was grinning broadly.
The End.
