A Different Kind of Pedicure

It had been ages since I’d treated myself to a pedicure. My usual pedicurist had closed her shop. "Great," I thought. I needed an alternative. I was surfing the internet when an ad caught my eye. It said: Pedicure Nice man offers a special kind of pedicure. You relax and your feet are pampered. Be brave, call me. Phone number … Regards Steven M. I figured there had to be a catch. I searched online for new reviews. There were over ninety of them, and all were full of praise. I looked at the peeling polish on my toenails and decided to just give it a try. The next morning, I called the number, Steven answered personally, and I got an appointment for that same afternoon. I had completely forgotten to ask what it would cost me. But never mind, it couldn't be that expensive.

I took it easy through my free day and finally set off for the address given. It was a small house at the end of town, but easy to find. Somehow, I was nervous. I never was before a pedicure. It was strange. Nevertheless, I rang the bell and the buzzer quickly sounded. I went inside and saw an open door. A man's voice called from afar: "Please come in. I'll be right with you!"

What have I gotten myself into?

I saw a coat rack and was just hanging my raincoat on it when an extremely attractive man – in his mid-thirties – approached me. Wow, I hadn't expected that. But why not treat my eyes to something attractive for once, right? He offered me his hand and introduced himself only by his first name. Okay, I thought, I can do that too. I smiled at him. "Hi, I'm Tanja." I was a little embarrassed, but I didn't mind a little flirting. He led me into an adjoining room where a cozy-looking armchair stood. Next to it was a small covered table. "Please have a seat, Tanja. Please take off your sandals. You can put them next to the armchair. I'll just get the water, and then we can start."

I sat down, took off my sandals, and snuggled into the very comfortable-looking armchair. Then Steven came back. He placed the water in front of my feet, but first lifted them up and briefly placed them on his lap to remove the old polish. Only then did he put them into the warm water. The water had a pleasant scent and the warmth felt wonderful. A warm blanket lay over the back of the armchair. Steven asked me if I wanted to be covered. I said yes, and he did it.

So I lay there for a while. I scrutinized him more closely. He was wearing a latex shirt and a rubber apron. His muscles were clearly visible under the shirt. What a sight! I couldn't believe how much I liked him. Latex was what my more indecent dreams were made of. I was looking at him just as he looked at me and said he would start now. I blushed. He took my right foot out of the water and placed it on his lap. He uncovered the table, and on it lay files, scissors, and other things. But something on it caught my attention. There were latex toe socks with individual toes! What on earth was he planning to do with them? Damn, my imagination started running wild, and it excited me. Good thing I had the blanket so my hands could invisibly wander to my lap. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice anything...

Whispers in the Dark

He did his work well. My feet quickly looked like new. But what now? He put the water aside and took both feet onto his lap. "Can the real pampering begin now? It's different than usual, but I promise you'll like it." He took oil and massaged my feet. Every single toe, and it felt simply amazing. But then he took the latex toe socks and pulled them over my oily feet. The slightly oily toes easily slipped into the individual latex pockets of the toe socks, completely encasing each individual toe in latex. First the left, then the right. He brought my foot to his lips and kissed it. He sucked on my rubber toes and licked the rubber. Feeling and seeing that only excited me more.

What was I doing here? Never mind, it was simply hot. I was hot and enjoyed this game. I couldn't say anything and closed my eyes. My hands under the blanket did indecent things all on their own, so I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. When I looked at him again, he was staring at me with a piercing gaze while enjoying the game with my rubber feet. I saw the excitement in his eyes. This blissful continuation lasted for a while until he looked at his watch. "Oh, I have another appointment soon. Unfortunately, we have to finish." He gently pulled the rubber off my feet, washed them with a damp cloth, and creamed them. He wiped off the excess cream and then put my sandals on me. He stood up, smiled, and went to the door. What had just happened here? I was a bit flustered. I tried to compose myself, pushed the blanket aside, and stood up.

And what's this fun going to cost me now?

His payment was still pending. So I rummaged in my handbag for my wallet. But what would be appropriate after this kind of pedicure? "I still owe you for your good work," I said with red cheeks. "I think we both just had that," he said with a wide grin. "But if you want to throw something into my piggy bank, I won't say no. Maybe see you soon." He laughed. I looked at the piggy bank and had to laugh too. It was a pig, all in black, that looked as if it was wearing latex and had a gag in its snout. I put a bill in. "See you soon," I laughed as I walked out, practically floating home. Not in latex stockings anymore, but still more than satisfied...