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Gwendolyn's Magical Pedicure

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I was inspired by a girl at a Halloween party last weekend to write this story. Enjoy!

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“Eye of newt, talon of raven, black sea salts. That should be everything.”

Gwendolyn stood back and stared into the cauldron she had brewed. Looking directly back at her was the small, round face of a young witch. Only 174 years of age; or roughly 26 in “normal” years. She maintained a youthful and beautiful appearance befitting a witch of her ability. With long, wavy, jet black hair draped around a small round face and large blue eyes.

She was sure that her older colleagues would tell her that it might be dangerous to try to summon a fey creature in your own home just to give you a pedicure, but hey, it was Halloween! This was the best time of year for witches like Gwendolyn, and she wanted to look and feel her very best. All she had to do was keep her concentration on the binding spell she had cast, the deed would be done in a matter of minutes, and she could release the fey back to whatever business it might have been up to.

Just when Gwendolyn began to think she may have done something wrong in preparing the spell, a small ball of light flicked into existence inside the cauldron and began to zip from side to side, up and down, frantically searching for an escape. When it suddenly stopped moving, a womanly voice dripping with sensuality penetrated deep into Gwen's mind.

“Come now, mortal. I don't know what you mean to do here, but it would be wise of you to simply release me now before I become upset. You do not know the powers with which you deal.”

Gwen had practiced the upcoming speech in front of the mirror. Her resolve and confidence was a big part of maintaining the binding spell, and she had to project absolute certainty.“I don't mean you any harm, spirit. And I plan to release you very soon if you cooperate. I've made sure there's no way you can escape this spell. You're here for as long as I want you, so the sooner you finish the task I have prepared for you, the sooner you'll be free to go. All that I require from you is a pedicure. ”

“Ah-ha ha hah” The woman's voice chuckled bemusedly inside her head. “My, my what a vain little witch we have here. You've bound a fey for a pedicure? How delicious. Yes, how very indulgent. Alright deary, place your feet in the waters of this cauldron and let us be done with this quickly.”

Gwen slipped off her shoes, and pulled up a chair right next to the pot. She then swung her legs over the rim, and submerged her feet in the warm, steamy water.

“Tcch - my goodness, now I see why you needed a fey for this! These look horrible! Do you ever wear shoes?” The fey mocked.

Gwen smirked but made no response. She knew that that it had been quite a while since she got a pedicure, but, even though she didn't always take the best care of them, she had always liked her feet. They were small for her height, only size 7, but her toes were perfectly aligned and her arches were high. Sure they were a bit worse-for-wear at the moment, but that would all be sorted out soon.

Before long, a tiny light appeared underneath both of Gwen's feet, and the soles of her feet began to feel increasingly warm. The light moved slowly from the heel of her foot, up her dainty arch, and past the balls of her feet. Then it would gently make its way back down the other side, past her instep and around the heel again.

It felt wonderful. It was like having a warm cloth run along her soles and gently massaged into her feet at the same time. The callused, hard skin around her heels simply dissolved, giving way to the new, soft skin beneath. Her arches relaxed, as all the dirt and grime melted away, and her soles went from a dirty yellowish-brown to a progressively rosier shade of pink. The balls of her feet rippled as wave after wave of bright energy worked its magic to renew them. It wasn't long before the soles of her feet were made softer than they'd ever been before. Softer, maybe, than any mortal feet had ever been.

From below, the fey admired her handy work, even as she prepared her ulterior plan in her mind. Even she had to admit it was almost amusing. Here she was, using some of her most powerful healing magics to massage this pretty little witch's feet. It would be just so delightful to break her. That was the best part about mortals, after all. They were all so very confident that they could control beings beyond their comprehension. They were so...predictable.

Back above the waters of the cauldron, Gwen's euphoria over her gentle foot massage was slowly giving way to a different feeling. As she laid back in her chair trying to enjoy the experience of getting a pedicure from this vastly powerful being, an unfamiliar sensation was trailing its way around her soles. It had been so long; a lifetime since she had been tickled, but she started to remember why she had stopped getting pedicures in the first place. Her feet were deathly ticklish.

She held her concentration as fiercly as she could, but the ticklish effect the fey's magic was having on her submerged feet was becoming too much to ignore. She struggled not to betray any weakness in her demeanor, but each time the creature's magic passed between her heel and balls of her feet, the struggle became harder and harder. Finally her right foot twitched involuntarily, just as the lights passed over her insteps.

With just that little hint, the fey knew it was time to move on and stopped the dancing light with a flick of her hand. In the next instant, bright lights appeared around each of Gwen's toes. She was so startled by the lights and the strange sensations that accompanied them that she pulled her feet quickly out of the water. The moment her feet left the cauldron, the lights around her toes blinked out of existence.

“Come on now, put them back in.” The fey said with a warm smile. “I can't finish painting your toes if you keep them out there.”

Gwen looked down at her toes, the very tips of which were now covered in a deep, lacquered purple polish. She reached down and rubbed the soles of her feet to relieve some of the tickling sensations, and was astounded at their suppleness. It seemed to her that this fey was performing it's task dutifully.

“Oh...right...ok.” Gwen said hesitantly, as she slowly lowered her feet back into the water. The fey went straight back to work on her toes, encasing each of them in a small, glowing light. The dirt between them melted away, her nails became immaculately clean, and skin all around them softened while the toes were lovingly coated in polish. Cleaner and softer the seldom-touched skin around Gwen's toes became, as every inch of her bubbly digits were buffed and massaged.

Unfortunately, it took even less time for this new method to present the same problem for the ticklish young witch. It was even harder to ignore the ticklish sensations around her toes, as they each felt like they were surrounded by a thousand small vibrating rings. Gwen fought the urge to move as hard as she could as each individual toe was worked over with agonizing precision.

From below, the fey smiled a devilish smile thinking about how much fun she was going to have teaching this cute witch a lesson. Then she thought up an even sweeter proposition. “Ok honey, I'm almost done down here. Spread those little toes out as wide as you can so I can finish up and be on my way.”

Gwen's mind was already working overtime trying to stay focused while tickling sensations engulfed each of her toes. Without really thinking, she splayed her toes wide to comply with the creature's request.

“......Lovely.” The word slithered into Gwen's mind from the fey creature's thoughts, and in an instant the water around her feet hardened as if it had just flash frozen into ice.

“Wha--!” Gwen squeaked. “Y-You are bound to do my bidding! You can't use harmful magics on me!”

In an instant, Gwen felt tiny, microscopic scratches on every part of her feet simultaneously. It was as if the liquid that had surrounded her feet was now alive, and singularly focused on tickling her...which of course it was. This sudden shock of tickling on her newly revitalized feet was such a shock to Gwen's system she howled in laughter. She tried in vein to wrench her feet out of the cauldron, but it was as though they were encased in cement. She couldn't so much as wiggle her feet one millimeter to escape the tickling.

With her toes spread out wide and unable to move, Gwen was unable to protect even the tiniest of space in between them. The liquid had invaded every tiny crevice of her overly sensitized feet, and now assaulted every inch at the same time. Gwen could only laugh as her now rosy little feet were tickled to inhumane levels.

The fey moved through the hardened material with no issue as though it were still liquid, and floated up next to the young witch's high arches to admire her prize.

“What a foolish little girl, who though to control me.” She reached out and wiggled her claw-like fingers directly in the middle of the immobile arches. This new sensation sent Gwen into further hysterics, and she threw her head back and laughed with absolute abandon. The rough fingers on her soles, combined with the tiny twitching sensations was too much for the young witch to bear, but the fey showed no signs of relenting.

“So ticklish on her feet. How cute! Tell me that you are sorry little girl.” The creature teased as she ran her claws from heel to toe, leaving little white lines in the pink skin.

“I'M SO-HO HO HORRY! Please!! HAHAHAHA I'll never do it agahahahain!!”

“No, I'm sure you won't.” The fey said, matter of factly. Suddenly 6 more hands sprang from the creature's back and all at once started to tickle Gwen in different places. Two hands focused on her heels, four on her arches, and two on her toes.

“AAAAHAHAHA” Gwen screamed, and pounded on the cauldron, but it was no use. Her tenderized feet were trapped and vulnerable, at the mercy of a creature she had just tried to enslave.

Some of the creatures tiny claw-like hands drew rings around her rosy heels. Others traced their way up and down her arches unceasingly, and two hands poked and probed the sensitive flesh in between each of her tiny, round toes. Gwen had never had her feet explored so thoroughly in all her life, and it was absolute torture.

With surgical precision, the fey attacked what she knew would be the most ticklish parts of the girl's feet for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. Thanks to the potent magic cast upon them, Gwen's feet never lost sensitivity, and she could never get used to the ruthless tickling. This, combined with the psychological torture of not even being able to move her feet an inch, and Gwen's resolve was completely broken.

“PLEHEHEHEHEEEES Stop! HAHAHA Please! I beg you! I release you from this plane! HAHAHA!”

“That's nice.” They fey responded nonchalantly, and continued her assault on the trapped feet in front of her.

Gwen sobbed and tears of forced laughter ran down and around her small face. She became convinced that this was how she would die; having her feet tickled by this wicked creature she had summoned.

The assault continued as the creature skittered all of its hands the length of her entire foot, all the way down, around, and in between each little toe, past the supple balls of her feet, and streaking down the taught arches, down finally to the smooth heels. Never rushing, and taking exceedingly loving care to touch, prod, and tickle every little morsel of foot in her path.

Then suddenly, without any warning, the tickling stopped and the light in the cauldron blinked out of existence. Gwen immediately retracted her feet from the now, steaming liquid in front of her, and hugged her knees close to her chest as she continued to cry quietly.

“That was fun, sweetie. Let's do it again some time!” said the sultry voice in her head. And with that, the ordeal was over. Gwendolyn didn't think she would be attempting that spell again, but she had to admit her feet looked fantastic!
 
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