Salon Feet

Once up and over my nose she took her foot, primarily the ball of her foot, and drug it in a circle around my face a few times. When she did that I was reminded that there was more than foot odor to be concerned about.

If I had thought that Cat's feet may have been a bit sweaty when I held them in my hands or later when they played across my face, Katie's feet made it clear that I knew nothing of foot sweat. After passing over my cheeks, they felt as if I had been sweating and the realization that it was her sweat being rubbed off onto my face made my stomach turn.

Her feet were also warm, so I was beginning to feel the heat as well. It was a heat made more noticeable when her second foot joined the first on my face. She landed it much as before covering my mouth and while 'fresh' isn't the word I got a renewed sample of her current foot aroma

She was still enjoying this form of torture and if I thought it was over she dispelled such thoughts when once again she told me to smell her feet. I took several deep breaths as before and I wondered just how long the scent would stay with me.

Then both feet were moving in circles and criss-crossing over my face, making it as hot and slick as her own feet. I couldn't say if she was really aware of the sweat effect but she wasn't done assaulting me with smell of her feet. She placed her feet side by side over my face covering it almost entirely, her big toes meeting at my nose.

Again she told me to smell her feet. Then after a few deep breaths she moved her feet further up my face so that the small arch of her foot was on either side of my nose. And again I was ordered to smell her feet. Then it was her heels, one at a time and a few more random positions as I kept taking deep breaths.

When she grew tired of that it was back to rubbing her hot sweaty feet all over my face. And this time she was getting more vigorous and my head was pushed around and there was much more movement in my neck.

She also pinched at me as the others but that wasn't her primary attack. As she explored my face it was the ball of her foot pressing and dragging, causing me to make what I'm sure were ridiculous childhood faces, or it was her toes grazing over my features.

When she first ran her toes over my eyebrows it was a strange sensation and I blinked a few times in the space between her toes and sole. She also told me to close my eyes and then her big toes slid up alongside my nose and then she wiped them across my eyelids and on to my temples. She also ran her toes over my upper lip, with each toe bumping its way across my nostrils.

Then she got my attention when her toes rested across my lips. She waited until I met her gaze and then locked eyes with me. No words were spoken but she was making a statement. After a few seconds pause, still holding me in her gaze, I felt her toes begin to curl and then she slowly pulled her foot down, dragging her toes, and her toes my bottom lip.

When she stopped her toes and my lip were practically on my chin. Then with eyes still locked she flexed and curled her toes a few times, inching her toes inside my lip. When she was done my bottom lip was as open as it could be, something like a serious pout except my teeth would have been exposed. However I was quite sure you couldn't see my teeth right now as Katie's toes were resting against them, at least the bottom ones.

And then as if that wasn't quite enough, she flexed her toes up, catching and pushing up my top lip while her toes met my upper teeth. They didn't stay there long but rather returned to their lower resting place on my bottom lip and against my lower teeth, but now my upper lip also rested along the top of her toes.

She eased her eyes on mine and gave me a smirk. Then she just left her foot there with me motionless. I was a witness to it all but I felt somehow detached. But now with her toes lingering I knew I was all but tasting her toes, tasting her foot, tasting her sweat.

Seconds dripped like cold syrup as her toes wriggled slightly in place. She kept her eyes on me but she was no longer holding me captive within her gaze. I was lost. I had no idea how to react, no idea how I should or even if I could react.

When she decided to move on from her little exercise, she ran her toes across my teeth like a thumb across piano keys, but as she reached the end her big toe didn't leave but instead hooked the corner of my mouth and suddenly her toe was inside my cheek.

I felt my eyes widen but otherwise my body remained still. As she was doing this she raised her other foot to my mouth and her other big toe caught my other cheek. Then for a moment, a big toe on either side of my mouth, she stretched my cheeks wide. My tongue began to flail with a mind of its own and I realized that it had grazed the underside of her toe.

I immediately pulled my tongue to the back of my mouth but the deed had already been done. I had inadvertently licked her toe and tasted her foot. She then pulled her toes out letting my cheeks pop back into place.

Again I noticed the dead silence in the room. How much had the other women seen or guessed. I didn't want to think about it. Thankfully I didn't have long to ponder before Katie got my attention once again.

"Okay, now I think it's your turn. Now you can rub my feet. Are you ready?"

Katie was quite happy to use the same questions as Susan had. At least she hadn't called me 'footboy'. I knew what was required and I knew, or rather I hoped, I was halfway through my time with Katie; and her feet.

"Yes Ma'am, I am ready to rub your feet with my face."

I won't say that it was easy or that I liked saying it, but it felt easier this time, like it wasn't as big a deal. And that was both comforting and concerning. I didn't want to think about that too much or what it meant.

And then I brought my face to Katie's foot and rubbed against it. By this time her feet weren't fresh with sweat but now they were more...stale. And the aroma wasn't all gone but it was a little different now; less pungent.

And so I continued to rub my face against Katie's stale feet. I t was much like my experience with Susan's feet. I didn't have a real plan for how to do this I just went with what felt 'natural'. But after a time Katie had another idea.

It wasn't a big change or shock to my system, but she was more particular about how I rubbed her feet; with my face. The first item of note is that she wanted me to use my nose a lot more. Big surprise, right.

One of the things she wanted me to do was to put my nose under her big toe, so that my nostrils rest against the top of the ball of her foot. Then I was to wipe my nose across her foot under toes, and not just once but back a forth a few times. Then she would have me switch to her other foot.

And as we neared the end she gave me further instructions with less words. She wanted a repeat of sorts of her toes on my teeth. By mild comment and gesture it was clear I was to rub my bottom lip along the underside of her toes. Part of how she conveyed this was to give me a pouty face, to let me know she wanted my lip out. I must say it is quite the sensation to rub your lips across a woman's toes.

Soon after that it was over. Katie pulled her feet back and collected her shoes before getting up from the chair. I felt two pair of feet lift from my back and I was suddenly aware of the change. Everyone seemed to be getting up and gathering their things, but before I could get up I felt Susan's foot squarely on my back.

"You just stay there a moment."

It was all she said but all she needed to say. Then as Katie and Cat gathered their purses and such, Susan took her foot off my back and walked around to my other side. Then I felt her weight again as she sat on my back. From the sounds of motion I gathered she was putting her shoes on and once again using me as a stool.

Her shoes were on but she remained on my back. Cat and Katie had gotten whatever they needed and had turned off a few lights. Susan asked about whether a few things had been done and then bid them good night. I heard them make their way out the door as Susan got up off my back.

"You can get up now."

I was ready to. Of course as much as I wanted up I had been on hands and knees so long my body was stiff and cramped. It took a bit of stretching and I had to steady myself, but eventually I got up.

"You did well tonight John and I appreciate that. I'll let Chelsea know. And I want you to come back Friday night, say around 6pm."

"I'll have to see if I'm available."

I wasn't ready to challenge her. Now we were alone but I wasn't sure if that made me safer or put me more at risk. I figured all I needed to do now was get out of here and go home and put this evening behind me. I could worry about Friday later.

"John I'm not quite sure how to say this and I really don't think I have to but...well I just want to be sure. I know you're not a fool, but in case you felt the urge to do something foolish I would remind you that after Chelsea left there were three of us here with you, and we stick together.

This is also my business and because of my business and lifestyle I know a lot of people; a lot of people. I'm just saying I take care of my people. If you're on my side you're in good hands; but if you cross me I can be one helluva bitch. That's all. Now let me walk you out and I'll see you Friday night at six."