“So, I found this new place in the center of town that gives great pedicures. The owner gives the best foot and leg massages and her hand is steady as a building! I’m telling you, if you want the best painted toes in your life you have got to come with me this weekend!” Mel stared down at my feet and evened out my nail polish as she spoke. She used her fingernail to clean some stray polish from my toe and I wiggled my toes upward to admire her work. The green polish was shiny and wet, I spread my toes to keep them from messing Mel’s expert paint job and finally I responded.
“Are they really rough? I’m not a fan of the really harsh pedicures, my feet are kind of ticklish and sensitive and I prefer a more gentle touch when I go to get my toes done.” I explained, blowing lightly on my drying polish. I looked up to see Mel smiling devilishly at me. “I always have a hard time keeping still and just letting my toes dry. I always mess up at least one toe and then I just hate myself.” I giggled to myself and continued to blow on my toes. Mel twisted the brush back into the bottle of nail varnish and placed it onto the vanity at the foot of the bed. I leaned back against the mahogany headboard of Mel’s king size bed and stretched my legs out in front of me. Mel grazed the top of my pale foot with one finger and I shivered at her touch. I laid out over the white feather comforter and rested against Mel’s decorative purple pillows.
“She can be a little bit rough with the pumice stone and her massage technique is definitely firm. There is another girl there though, Stacy. She seems to be more gentle and easy on the calluses. We could go together and get simultaneous pedicures, it will be perfect!” Mel hopped off of the the end of the bed and rounded the corner to the vanity. She bent forward and opened the bottom right drawer, her denim shorts riding up and showing off her round ass. Her black Guns N’ Roses t-shirt hugged her petite form and she lifted one foot behind her as she struggled to find what she looked for in the drawer. Her toes were dry, painted pink and perfectly pedicured. Her colourful soles were a little dirty from walking around the house barefoot and tiny specks of dirt and debris flecked her heel and forefoot.
“I can do Saturday in the late morning.” I informed her, pulling my red denim capri pants down over my knees and straightening the wrinkles. “I might have to work in the afternoon but as long as the polish dries by like, 1:00 pm I should be totally fine for work afterwards.” I leaned forward a bit to yank at my cream coloured tank top that had ridden up as I shuffled around on the bed.
Mel finally reappeared from behind the footboard and presented two long, black leather straps. I stared blankly at her as she approached me, unraveling the straps and straightening the leather in her soft hands. I was still and silent, looking on in a questioning daze while Mel sat next to me on the bed. She looked into my eyes and took my left hand in hers.
“Saturday should be good for me too. So, did you ever go back for those strappy heels we saw at the mall last Friday? The ones that made your calves pop.” Mel continued casually as she wrapped the velcro strap around my slim wrist. My eyes shifted between her casual face and her silky hands. She fastened the strap around my wrist and then took my other hand and did the same thing.
“I thought about it,” I replied, ignoring her actions and trying to keep my composure. “They were fairly uncomfortable and the balls of my foot felt too much pressure from the height. The black was flattering but I felt that those pink peep-toes showed of my high arch so nicely!” Mel laid me back onto the bed, my head resting on her purple pillows and my fuchsia hair spread out over the edge of the mattress. She pulled at the left strap and wrapped the end around the long mahogany bed post. She pulled it tight and closed the leather strap around the pole.
“You know what, that pair was really cute! You could definitely see your arch and a bit of your sole with those which is cute. It also shows off your toes which is so much better when you have a really good pedicure. But you would have to colour match your polish with the shoes to make it work. I would say either a nice light shade of pink, or even white would be nice, depending on your outfit.” Mel climbed over me, straddling me and reaching across to tie my right hand to the bed post. She pulled the strap tight, stretching my arm out and immobilizing my upper limbs. I looked up at her, wrists aching, as she secured my hands as tight as she could.
“They were a little on the expensive side though.” My voice caught in my throat but I powered through. “I should just go back and get them right? Throw caution to the wind and just say fuck it.” Mel nodded in agreement and climbed off of me. She sat on the sid of the bed and gently dragged her fingers down my exposed stomach. My skin tingled and my abs twitched at her seductive touch. Mel looked down at me with intriguing eyes and tilted her head toward my feet. I wiggled my toes at her, the polish slowly drying on my nails and her gaze fixated on my restless feet.
“You know that pair barbie pink sandals I have that you borrowed for the music festival last summer?” I nodded, though Mel’s eyes never strayed from my feet. “Those made you look just fantastic. Your arches were so high on the flat bottoms, and the colour really brings out the shade of your skin around your soles. And the length of your toes is really shown off by the style.” Mel’s fingers ran down my thigh and all the way down my leg until they danced over my forefoot. Her fingertips tickles my sensitive skin and my left foot twitched. Her eyes lit up and the corner of her mouth twinged into a quick but noticeable smile.
“They-they were comfortable when I took them that one weekend.” Mel reached behind the footboard with her left hand, her right hand still resting on my shaking foot. “Maybe I could take them again for a few days, see if I want to grab a pair of my own from the mall.” Mel ignored my question as she pulled a small roll of black bondage tape from the foot of the bed. She pulled a strip from the role, stretching out a healthy length of tape and wrapping it playfully around her hand. She pushed my feet together on the bed, lining them up and admiring my paint job on my toes. Her fingers grazed my soles as she put them in their place and she began to wrap the tape around my ankles.
“You can take them any time you want, if the flat surface makes your heels sore just get a good foot massage. Any excuse right?” We laughed and I looked down to the end of the bed while Mel continues to wrap my ankles. The tape circled my lower leg, sticking to itself with every layer. “Your heels look overworked, you definitely need one of those pedicures! A good, deep massage into the heels and arches and some nice moisturizing into all these little dry parts.” She began to wrap the tape around both of my heels, compressing my feet together so tight that I could barely move. The tape extended up my forefoot, wrapping and tightening around my soles and then between both of my big toes.
My breathing quickened and I watched cautiously as Mel leaned forward, biting the bondage tape free of the role. I tried to pull my feet apart, twisting and flexing and shifting them under the tape. They barely moved at all, only my toes free to wiggle and move freely. Mel smiled at her success and continued staring down at her handy work.
“Hmm, those toes are so pretty now. But, I think you need one of those cute little white flower decals that I got online the other day.” She stood up and walked around the bed to her vanity. She rummaged around in the top drawer and finally pulled a small sheet of stickers out and placed them on the end of the bed. Then, she pulled something else from the drawer and hid it behind her back. “But, you wiggle too much. We need those toes nice and still.”
Mel sat at the foot of the bed again, facing my feet and laying out her toys over the white comforter. I couldn’t see anything, straining to lift my head to look down at her. Mel noticed my struggle and looked up at me, her smirk making my shiver.
“Oh, now this just won’t do…” Mel returned to her vanity of fun and pulled out an oddly shaped leather strap. She made her way to the head of the bed and straddled me again. I could feel a small wet spot on her crotch as she ground against me. My clit tingled but I said nothing. Mel gingerly lifted my head and wrapped the strap around my neck, fastening it tight around my throat. The rest of the strap was wrapped around my forehead and the apparatus was then tied around the posts on Mel’s headboard. The leather was snug around my neck and the straps dug into my skull. I pulled a bit and realized I couldn’t move my head at all in any direction. For a second I began to panic, wondering what I would do if I couldn’t move. But the gentle and caring look in Mel’s eyes as she glared sweetly at me from above. She stroked my cheek tenderly with one soft finger and she crawled back down my body, turning around and positioning herself to sit on my legs, facing my feet.
My arms were tightly bound to the headboard, my head fastened to the bars and completely immobile. My legs were strapped together and Mel sat on my lower legs, leaving me completely helpless and still. The only part of my body that I could move, were my wiggling toes.
“Do you want the little white daisy flowers with the yellow centers like you had at the beach the other week?” Mel asked, fiddling with something that I couldn’t see but could hear the metal and leather clanging and groaning as she prepared my next bindings. “Or did you want to try the tiny red roses? They would look really cute with the pink polish you put on.” I breathed deep and didn’t answer, feeling thin leather between my toes. Tight leather rings fit perfectly around each individual toe. The sensation of tension increased as she tightened the apparatus. My toes were squeezed and and bound together, not even the slightest twitch capable of escaping from my helpless feet. I gasped for air, realizing that I had begun to hood my breath. My body tingled and I ached to move and shift.
“Hmm, I say we go with the adorable little rose buds. They will match better and they’re new.” Mel exclaimed, pulling the tiny stickers from their plastic wrapping. I could feel her placing each one carefully onto the surface of each toe nail, pressing them firmly in place and passing the tip of her fingernail over the sticker to ensure it wouldn’t come off easily.
“How do they look?” I managed to speak as casually as I could. “Is it pretty?”
“Very pretty.” Mel assured me. I felt her fingertips graze my soles and my muscles twitch, though my feet didn’t move. She could feel me tensing and I heard a subtle giggle escape her lips. “You know, I have always had the urge to tickle these feet while you were bound and helpless.” She glanced at me over her shoulder, I could just barely see her devilish smirk as I straights to look down at her.
“O-oh.” I stuttered.
“Maybe this is my chance.”
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