TheSolemnOne
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Aniyah had just started her first semester at the school of her dreams in the heart of New Orleans, a city pulsating with the vibrant colors and lively music of Mardi Gras. After completing a year of community college, she was ready for the full college experience. Her hard work and dedication resulted in her landing a full scholarship, leaving her with a nice college fund to spend as she pleased. Aniyah had planned on making her first year in New Orleans count and exploring every new opportunity.
Growing up in rural Kentucky, Aniyah had always dreamed of living in New Orleans and attending Mardi Gras. As she walked the streets, the intoxicating scent of Cajun spices filled the air, and the lively sounds of jazz echoed through the city. She couldn't help but be enchanted by the kaleidoscope of colors that adorned the streets during the festive season.
Aniyah’s first semester was a huge success. She made new friends from various regions of the country and quickly adjusted to dorm life and the rigorous curriculum of her new college. Aniyah explored the city a few times, but she knew that Mardi Gras season would be different. As February approached, she meticulously planned out all the parades she would attend to
ensure she could get a prime spot along the parade routes.
February finally arrived, and her school granted students a few days off for the festivities. Aniyah and her friends reveled in the parades, capturing a boatload of beads and ornaments. On Fat Tuesday, after attending the Zulu parade, they found themselves on Bourbon Street, immersed in the heart of the celebration.
As they navigated through the lively crowd, Aniyah was inadvertently separated from her friends. Undeterred, she made her way to a bar to grab a last drink, a hand grenade complete with a souvenir cup. When she emerged from the bar, she noticed that the congestion on Bourbon Street had lessened the further she went down. Intrigued, she decided to explore the quieter end.
Aniyah followed the sounds of distant brass bands until she reached a line of shops. Just as she contemplated turning around, she was greeted by a woman standing outside one of the buildings. The woman wore one of the most exquisite Mardi Gras dresses Aniyah had ever seen, adorned in purple, yellow, and gold accents, with green high pumps and a matching mask. Aniyah felt underdressed in her white t-shirt, jeans, and purple costume heels purchased just for Mardi Gras.
The woman introduced herself as Nina in her distinctive New Orleans accent.
Nina: “Hey darling. What brings you down this far?”
Aniyah: “I got separated from friends back further down and decided to see what was on this end of Bourbon. I love your dress.”
Nina: “Thank you very much. If you aren’t doing anything tonight, you should come in and give our shop a try. We specialize in helping people relax and have a good time.”
Aniyah glanced down the street, but her friends were nowhere in sight. After finishing her drink, she needed to take a break and relax. Intrigued by Nina’s offer, she decided to take her up on it. Nina took Aniyah’s hand and guided her into the shop with a sign that said “House of Euphoria.”
Nina guided Aniyah down the long dimly lit hallway to one of their client treatment rooms. As they passed each door, Aniyah could hear the sound of frenzied laughter filling the corridor. Aniyah was intrigued by the sounds coming from the rooms, not knowing what was happening behind each door. Nina removed a key from her dress and unlocked one of the rooms, escorting Aniyah in as she opened the door.
The room was adorned in Mardi Gras colors, complete with a plush purple armchair in the center. The chair had a unique footrest—a curved and padded section for each one of her ankles. The sounds of old New Orleans jazz lightly streamed through the speakers as Aniyah took a seat and put her feet up. Nina went to one of the tables and lit a few incense.
Nina: “Just sit back and relax. Maya will be in to help you shortly.”
Mesmerized by Nina’s beautiful hazel eyes, she thanked Nina for her help as the smoke from the incense filled the room. Nina left and closed the door as Aniyah relaxed, inhaling the alluring aroma that wafted through the room. With each breath, Aniyah’s inhibitions dissolved into the ether. She had never been more relaxed in her life as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the intoxicating aroma.
After twenty minutes of enjoying the incense and the music, another woman walked into the room wearing a similar dress to Nina. This woman was as beautiful as Nina, and it almost seemed like they were cousins. She introduced herself as Maya.
She walked behind Aniyah’s chair and began to slowly massage her shoulders. The massage was so relaxing that Aniyah barely noticed Maya gently grabbing her wrist and pulling them above her head, securing Aniyah’s wrist over her head with cotton rope. The incense had taken away any sense of worry that Aniyah would have as Maya smiled at Aniyah after finishing her ropework.
Maya: “Don’t worry sweetheart. I am going to take good care of you.”
Maya reached into her dress and pulled out something that resembled a gold cigarette. She lit the object and took a puff, resulting in a plume of purple smoke. As Maya took another puff, she held in the smoke and walked over to Aniyah. Maya bent down and blew the purple plume of smoke into Aniyah’s ear.
As the warm plume of purple smoke hit Aniyah’s ear, it felt as though the smoke had traveled through her entire body and titillated her from her head to the tips of her toes. Aniyah began to grin as her senses heightened from the mysterious smoke. Maya walked to the footrest and put a piece of wood with cutouts on top of Aniyah’s ankles, holding her ankles firming in place. Maya knelled at Aniyah’s purple heels and removed them, unveiling her buttery soft size 10 feet.
After a day of walking from parade to parade, Aniyah’s soles were dampened with sweat and tender beyond measure. Maya inhaled another plume of purple smoke and blew it Aniyah’s right sole. To Aniyah’s surprise, she could feel the blowing sensation all over her body. They looked at each other as Maya grinned with delight, wiggling her long fingernails in front of Aniyah’s. Maya then took a single fingernail and traced it under Aniyah's toes. A lightning bolt of ticklish euphoria shot through Aniyah’s body, causing her to shake in the chair.
Maya then tied all of Aniyah’s toes back and began to scurry her long nails all over Aniyah’s helpless right sole. After a few moments, Aniyah erupted in uncontrollable laughter as her body wiggled about in the creaky old armchair. Aniyah could feel every prance of Maya’s nails all over her body as if she were being tickled by five different people. She howled as Maya focused her attention on Aniyah’s golden brown arch.
After ten minutes of exploring Aniyah’s beautiful tender right sole and listening to her infectious laughter, Maya allowed Aniyah to rest. Aniyah was intoxicated by the sensation as she wore an ear-to-ear smile. Her body was completely covered in sweat, and her cotton-white top was drenched. Maya then pulled out another golden cigarette and took a puff, this time the smoke was green. She inhaled the green smoke and blew it all over Aniyah’s lonely left sole. Aniyah prepared herself for more of Maya’s nails, but Maya had a different plan. She went to the table and grabbed two long, feathers. As she knelt at Aniyah’s left sole, she pulled one of the placed one of the features between Aniyah’s toes and slowly pulled it through. Aniyah’s face changed from one of ticklish excitement to pure ecstasy as she felt the feathers graze her breasts and her mound. She let out a moan of relief as one feather slid between her toes and the other swirled on her heel. Right as she was about to reach an apex, Maya used the other feather on her right foot. Aniyah was overwhelmed with euphoria as she felt the feathers explore her entire body. The mixture of laughter and coo’s filled the room over the soundtrack of jazz, as Maya locked eyes with her.
Right as she was about to peak, Aniyah blinked and woke up in her dorm room under the covers. She quickly jumped up and noticed her roommate was pounding bottles of water from their fridge to combat her hangover. Was it all a dream?
She pulled her blanket from over her feet to get out of bed and noticed that her toes were now polished with a glittery purple polish.
Roommate: "Girl! How did you get that pedicure? Is that why we couldn't find you last night? I'm glad you were here when we got back. Give me the number to that salon so I can make an appointment, that color is fire."
"Thank you for trusting us with your well-being. Feel free to come back anytime and bring a friend
- Nina"
Growing up in rural Kentucky, Aniyah had always dreamed of living in New Orleans and attending Mardi Gras. As she walked the streets, the intoxicating scent of Cajun spices filled the air, and the lively sounds of jazz echoed through the city. She couldn't help but be enchanted by the kaleidoscope of colors that adorned the streets during the festive season.
Aniyah’s first semester was a huge success. She made new friends from various regions of the country and quickly adjusted to dorm life and the rigorous curriculum of her new college. Aniyah explored the city a few times, but she knew that Mardi Gras season would be different. As February approached, she meticulously planned out all the parades she would attend to
ensure she could get a prime spot along the parade routes.
February finally arrived, and her school granted students a few days off for the festivities. Aniyah and her friends reveled in the parades, capturing a boatload of beads and ornaments. On Fat Tuesday, after attending the Zulu parade, they found themselves on Bourbon Street, immersed in the heart of the celebration.
As they navigated through the lively crowd, Aniyah was inadvertently separated from her friends. Undeterred, she made her way to a bar to grab a last drink, a hand grenade complete with a souvenir cup. When she emerged from the bar, she noticed that the congestion on Bourbon Street had lessened the further she went down. Intrigued, she decided to explore the quieter end.
Aniyah followed the sounds of distant brass bands until she reached a line of shops. Just as she contemplated turning around, she was greeted by a woman standing outside one of the buildings. The woman wore one of the most exquisite Mardi Gras dresses Aniyah had ever seen, adorned in purple, yellow, and gold accents, with green high pumps and a matching mask. Aniyah felt underdressed in her white t-shirt, jeans, and purple costume heels purchased just for Mardi Gras.
The woman introduced herself as Nina in her distinctive New Orleans accent.
Nina: “Hey darling. What brings you down this far?”
Aniyah: “I got separated from friends back further down and decided to see what was on this end of Bourbon. I love your dress.”
Nina: “Thank you very much. If you aren’t doing anything tonight, you should come in and give our shop a try. We specialize in helping people relax and have a good time.”
Aniyah glanced down the street, but her friends were nowhere in sight. After finishing her drink, she needed to take a break and relax. Intrigued by Nina’s offer, she decided to take her up on it. Nina took Aniyah’s hand and guided her into the shop with a sign that said “House of Euphoria.”
Nina guided Aniyah down the long dimly lit hallway to one of their client treatment rooms. As they passed each door, Aniyah could hear the sound of frenzied laughter filling the corridor. Aniyah was intrigued by the sounds coming from the rooms, not knowing what was happening behind each door. Nina removed a key from her dress and unlocked one of the rooms, escorting Aniyah in as she opened the door.
The room was adorned in Mardi Gras colors, complete with a plush purple armchair in the center. The chair had a unique footrest—a curved and padded section for each one of her ankles. The sounds of old New Orleans jazz lightly streamed through the speakers as Aniyah took a seat and put her feet up. Nina went to one of the tables and lit a few incense.
Nina: “Just sit back and relax. Maya will be in to help you shortly.”
Mesmerized by Nina’s beautiful hazel eyes, she thanked Nina for her help as the smoke from the incense filled the room. Nina left and closed the door as Aniyah relaxed, inhaling the alluring aroma that wafted through the room. With each breath, Aniyah’s inhibitions dissolved into the ether. She had never been more relaxed in her life as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the intoxicating aroma.
After twenty minutes of enjoying the incense and the music, another woman walked into the room wearing a similar dress to Nina. This woman was as beautiful as Nina, and it almost seemed like they were cousins. She introduced herself as Maya.
She walked behind Aniyah’s chair and began to slowly massage her shoulders. The massage was so relaxing that Aniyah barely noticed Maya gently grabbing her wrist and pulling them above her head, securing Aniyah’s wrist over her head with cotton rope. The incense had taken away any sense of worry that Aniyah would have as Maya smiled at Aniyah after finishing her ropework.
Maya: “Don’t worry sweetheart. I am going to take good care of you.”
Maya reached into her dress and pulled out something that resembled a gold cigarette. She lit the object and took a puff, resulting in a plume of purple smoke. As Maya took another puff, she held in the smoke and walked over to Aniyah. Maya bent down and blew the purple plume of smoke into Aniyah’s ear.
As the warm plume of purple smoke hit Aniyah’s ear, it felt as though the smoke had traveled through her entire body and titillated her from her head to the tips of her toes. Aniyah began to grin as her senses heightened from the mysterious smoke. Maya walked to the footrest and put a piece of wood with cutouts on top of Aniyah’s ankles, holding her ankles firming in place. Maya knelled at Aniyah’s purple heels and removed them, unveiling her buttery soft size 10 feet.
After a day of walking from parade to parade, Aniyah’s soles were dampened with sweat and tender beyond measure. Maya inhaled another plume of purple smoke and blew it Aniyah’s right sole. To Aniyah’s surprise, she could feel the blowing sensation all over her body. They looked at each other as Maya grinned with delight, wiggling her long fingernails in front of Aniyah’s. Maya then took a single fingernail and traced it under Aniyah's toes. A lightning bolt of ticklish euphoria shot through Aniyah’s body, causing her to shake in the chair.
Maya then tied all of Aniyah’s toes back and began to scurry her long nails all over Aniyah’s helpless right sole. After a few moments, Aniyah erupted in uncontrollable laughter as her body wiggled about in the creaky old armchair. Aniyah could feel every prance of Maya’s nails all over her body as if she were being tickled by five different people. She howled as Maya focused her attention on Aniyah’s golden brown arch.
After ten minutes of exploring Aniyah’s beautiful tender right sole and listening to her infectious laughter, Maya allowed Aniyah to rest. Aniyah was intoxicated by the sensation as she wore an ear-to-ear smile. Her body was completely covered in sweat, and her cotton-white top was drenched. Maya then pulled out another golden cigarette and took a puff, this time the smoke was green. She inhaled the green smoke and blew it all over Aniyah’s lonely left sole. Aniyah prepared herself for more of Maya’s nails, but Maya had a different plan. She went to the table and grabbed two long, feathers. As she knelt at Aniyah’s left sole, she pulled one of the placed one of the features between Aniyah’s toes and slowly pulled it through. Aniyah’s face changed from one of ticklish excitement to pure ecstasy as she felt the feathers graze her breasts and her mound. She let out a moan of relief as one feather slid between her toes and the other swirled on her heel. Right as she was about to reach an apex, Maya used the other feather on her right foot. Aniyah was overwhelmed with euphoria as she felt the feathers explore her entire body. The mixture of laughter and coo’s filled the room over the soundtrack of jazz, as Maya locked eyes with her.
Right as she was about to peak, Aniyah blinked and woke up in her dorm room under the covers. She quickly jumped up and noticed her roommate was pounding bottles of water from their fridge to combat her hangover. Was it all a dream?
She pulled her blanket from over her feet to get out of bed and noticed that her toes were now polished with a glittery purple polish.
Roommate: "Girl! How did you get that pedicure? Is that why we couldn't find you last night? I'm glad you were here when we got back. Give me the number to that salon so I can make an appointment, that color is fire."
"Thank you for trusting us with your well-being. Feel free to come back anytime and bring a friend
- Nina"
