Posted by jennifer Kilmey on October 31, 2000 at 10:30:34:
Wearing only an incredibly plush pink terrycloth robe, the willowy little blonde sits on the edge of the huge tub and frowns at her feet. She is a fine boned creature and her toes are small and narrow. She has high, finely sculpted arches and rounded heels, kept soft and smoothe by her daily barefoot walks on the beach. As she places her right foot on her left knee, the robe falls open, exposing the soft inside of one creamy smoothe thigh. With small delicate fingers she gently begins to rub, spending time with each pretty little toe. First her right, then her left foot gets this lovely rippling massage, as the tub slowly fills with steaming water.
There are two large ceramic bowls on the floor before her. One is filled with ice water, the other with water as hot as the tap could produce. She looks at them for a moment, then seeming to have made a choice, she plunges both feet into the shock of the ice water.
"Oh!" "Jeesus!" "Oh!!" Her involuntary cries echo off the tiled walls of the huge bathroom. Her knees bounce up and down and she is shivering and giggling a little. Her sweet laughter has a rather musical sound.
"No More." she thinks, and pulls her freezing little feet up out of the cold, holds them up for no more than a couple of seconds, while she braces herself, holds a deep breath, then down into the hot! "Aaagh!"
her scream sounds like the final squeal of some sacrificial virgin. God! the hot water stings her poor frozen feet. She holds them there as long as she can stand it, tears welling up in her tightly shut eyes. Then she pulls them out and marvels at how red this treatment has made them. She wiggles her toes and giggles again. "I look like I'm wearing little pink socks." She thinks.
Once more into the ice. This time she suffers silently, her teeth bared in a grimace, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, as she hunches forward, small breasts pressing against the tops of her thighs through the plush robe. She keeps her aching feet in the ice water 'till her teeth begin to chatter...
After the hot and cold toning bath, it's time for a nice tingly pumace rub. She takes a scoop of mint pumace cream in her hand, and works it in small circular motions all around the edges of her heels, the sides of her feet, the soles, working slowly toward her toes. As she rubs the grainy pumace cream in between each toe, she thinks of Rom's tounge. (Did you know, Rom, your tounge feels rough, like a kitty cats?) She wonders if you like them better clean like they are now, or do you prefer the salty taste of prison yard dust on the twitching toes of a freshly drilled and slowly dying young girl?
She wraps a cotton swab around the end of a little stick and begins gently working on her cuticles. First her big toe, (which really isn't very big) then each one in turn, till all ten have been pressed back giving her nails a neat, finished look. She rinses and dries them then with a plush white towel, then sprinkles on a light dusting of sandalwood scented talc.
Opening a little bottle, she removes a tiny sable brush. Her toenails are trimmed neatly. She applies a coat of subtle translucent polish flecked with glittery pastel flakes which are almost invisible 'till they catch the light when she wiggles them, which she does now to test the effect.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, waiting for the polish to dry, she unties the belt and drops it, letting the rest of her robe fall open, exposing her pert, firm breasts, her flat, white belly, and a spare reddish brown tuft of soft pubic hair. She closes her cornflower eyes and absently runs her index finger around one smoothe, swollen, dusky rose colored nipple. Slwoly, sensually, she traces her finger down the front of her skinny little body, over her stomach, down past her belly button, lower, lower still, till she is toying with with the moist warmth between her creamy, slender thighs. After a few minutes of teasing herself in this manner, she looks down at her toes, sparkling as they flex and curl with pleasure. The polish is dry.
She stands, and letting the robe fall, she steps over the edge, and settles herself down in the luxurious warmth of the bath. Scrunching down 'till she is up to her kneck in it, her flaxen hair floating and billowing on the surface around her impish, little girl face. She lifts her right leg and flexes her pretty foot, her knee brushes against her mouth, and she makes little tickly circles on it with her tongue as she thinks of you again. She takes a soft brush and gently feathers it accross her toes, the tops of her feet, the sides, hels and soles, her tenderized flesh tingling with pleasure.
Her shapely legs are smoothe, the downy hair that grows there is so blonde and fine it is nearly invisible, but she decides to shave them anyway. Her little pink razor scoops the lather off her shins and calfs with long easy strokes from knee to ankle. She flexes her pretty foot each time.
When she is finished, she rinses off the remaining lather, settles her pretty ass low in the tub and letting the warm soapy water caress her lithe young form she slowly closes her eyes...
She is all alone in the house, which is far out in the country. If someone were to suprise her now, no one would hear her scream. If someone wanted to be really mean, they could make her beg and cry, and sooo slowly torture her to death. There's nobody here to save the poor little bitch. She is alone and vulnerable. What would you like to do to her? Happy Halloween Rom.