Another Kind of Therapy by Necrofoxx.
Featured in Issue 04 of subspace Magazine.
Kiara hardly ever missed a week at a massage spa. She worked way too hard to skip a deep tissue session. It was forty-nine hours at a desk and two nights a week at volley practice, not to mention her daily morning runs. Even if nothing was hurting, the meditative quiet time and the muscle work-over had become a regular ritual for her.
It wasn’t always at the same spa. Kiara had been to several trying to find one that’s both affordable and legit. Too many therapists had weak hands, limited technique, or were just annoying to listen to. It was usually three strikes and on to the next.
The new place was a bit further than she liked to drive for a massage, but it had great reviews online so it was worth a try. That night was her second visit. The last appointment went well, the girl did a good job breaking up a knot on her shoulder.
Kiara arrived ten minutes early. Spas usually had waiting seats located next to reception, where you’d be forced to watch people enter and exit, and to listen to the front office staff type while asking clients how their visit was and what form of payment they’d be using that day.
This particular spa has a separate waiting room that glowed with warm ambient lighting that mimicked candlelight. The décor was rich and earthy — without a single tacky celebrity magazine to set the mind abuzz — only a flower-infused water station and muted art hung on the walls. Gentle tribal music played in the background. Kiara remembered loving this spa’s waiting room. Ten minutes there was a treat in itself, leaving her ready to welcome an hour of healing and relaxation.
David had been working there three months, about as long as he’d been out of massage therapy school. He liked his job and work went well. Although female clients usually asked for female therapists, he got his fair share of people who either didn’t care or asked for a man because they wanted “stronger” hands. His 5:30 appointment was one of those “no gender-preference” types. These clients were also most likely to be easy-going or seasoned clients, and those were usually the types he felt allowed him to do his job quicker and more effectively.
Just as he finished stocking his room, reception informed him his 5:30 was ready. When he opened the door to the waiting room he asked her if she was Kiara.
“Yes, that’s me.”
David immediately noticed her attractiveness: he was a professional, not blind. Kiara stood up and revealed her five-nine height. She was statuesque with long brown hair and a toned body that flexed subtly through her clothes. David led her to the room where she set her things down. As she walked through, her hair and body left a fresh aroma in the air, as if she had just showered. By the looks of her, David guessed that she probably just did.
He left her alone to get comfortable on the table. Once back, Kiara began telling him what she told everyone at the beginning of an appointment: she mentioned her volleyball and running, that she liked deep tissue work focused on her shoulders and legs, and how much pressure she liked and where. There was an obvious confidence in her manner of speech; she spoke with absolute certainty and strength in volume, like what a veteran female prison guard might sound like describing her favorite meal. Kiara’s demeanor may have been hard but her skin sure wasn’t, it was soft and her strong limbs moved with grace. Countless bodies had been lain in those white sheets, but Kiara’s curves seemed to pulsate on the table before him.
“Alright, I’m gonna start on your upper back and we’ll work our way down to your legs, okay?”
“Yea.” Kiara repositioned her cheeks against the face rest and exhaled deeply as he began his work. A wave of relaxation came over her as he kneaded his way through.
David could feel the athleticism in her body and her tanned skin popped against the white sheets on the massage table. David had no qualms about rubbing her down, even with the slight bulge that was beginning to form under his pants. He was used to seeing attractive women half naked all the time, and this had actually happened once before. It was really no big deal.
There was only one small knot he could find and it was located along her left shoulder blade. As he started working on it, he found himself battling intrusive thoughts about what sort of noises she makes under the vigorous pressure of hands. Does she exhale audibly? Groan? Moan? Does she talk about the pain as she’s experiencing it? Or is she mum?
He heard nothing, and she seemed to be one of those clients with a stronger pain tolerance than most. It wasn’t until the very last kneading of that knot that she exhaled twice, loud enough for him to hear.
As he moved down her body, electronic music played low in the air, and the sophisticated scent of expensive massage oil was filling the small space of the room. David stood next to her, finishing up her lower back.
“Okay, Miss, I’m going to pull the sheet up and get started on your legs.”
“Okay.” Her voice cracked, quite obviously breaking out of a relaxed, almost sleep-like state.
He lifted up the sheet to expose her legs and folded it neatly over her hips. The white cotton draped her curves, where they pulled the eyes to swerve this way and that way, all the way down to her calves, giving light to the curviest feet he thought he had ever seen. The bottom of them faced the ceiling, revealing a perfect set of wrinkles on her soles. David saw bare feet every day, but Kiara’s soles seemed to be almost graphic in their nakedness.
Regardless of this, he felt confident in knowing that he had always been pretty good about setting his arousal aside, going into work-mode, and just knocking it out and getting it done.
Reaching the end of the table, he picked up her beautiful foot. Wow, he thought.
David’s hands melted onto the flesh of her feet, and after a few minutes, Kiara’s vocal expressions were becoming more frequent and relaxed. He discreetly smelled his hands, trying to catch the scent of her feet but the massage oil overpowered almost any smell of hers. Towards the end of the foot rub, David slightly mourned having to put them down. He had no idea of the next time he’d be holding a pair of perfect feet like hers again.
Moving on, he began laying down long strokes that stretched from her upper legs to her butt. He spent more time on her lower body, as she had requested, while every now and then looking down to view her feet, focusing on the wrinkles in her soles. What would it be like to inhabit them? Or to let them rest on his face? The space between the ball of her foot and her toes can fit perfectly over his nose.
His eyes stirred from the muscle he was working on, to her feet, to the edge of the sheet below her butt. When he finished working on her legs, it was time for her to turn around. Kiara took a few seconds to collect herself and rose slowly, like a person coming out of a coma or injury.
“Wow,” she uttered. “That was pretty good.” There was a faint smile on her lips as she turned to lie face up. Kiara yawned and settled comfortably.
“Thanks,” he said as he began to work lightly on her arms.
Kiara stared at the ceiling, sometimes sideways at what he was doing. As he circled the table to switch sides, he caught sight of her feet again and noticed her toes were long and sensuous in soft pink polish. David noticed she wasn’t closing her eyes to rest, and during a massage session that usually meant that the client was going to engage in small talk soon. They don’t usually just lie there face up, eyes open, and not comment on at least something. Kiara was the exception.
David had finished her upper body and was working attentively on her lower body. Still quiet, it was now he that was feeling the need to say something, to fill the silence with some minute conversation. Both of his hands enveloped her sleek foot, he estimated it to be between a size seven or eight, much like his latest ex-girlfriend. He ran his fingers between her toes and pulled them firmly. David was growing hard again and her silence was mildly flustering him.
This woman was clearly enjoying the massage but refused to speak as she lay there, staring at the ceiling while occasionally glancing at him.
As David pushed the length of his thumbs down her soles towards the heel of her foot, Kiara let out a deep breath and extended her foot to point her toes towards his chest. As she stretched, he paused and searched her face. Sometimes clients felt the occasional need to stretch or get comfortable, or to fend off a muscle cramp. Neither seemed to be the case with Kiara — she just lay there speechless, giving only a close-lipped friendly smile, the kind of smile you give the cashier at a gas station when you’ve bought your soda and bag of chips.
David continued and moved on to her other foot, wondering if his excitement at holding her gorgeous feet was noticeable. He concluded that it can’t be. I’m not fully hard, and even if I was, I’m all the way at the end of table, totally out of her sight. She’d have to get up and–
Kiara pointed her foot again. She was just watching the ceiling, breathing in and out slowly, deeply. She looks relaxed, he thought. Taking the cue, he continued his massage while watching for her reaction.
Some clients are communicative in their expressions and breathing patterns, but unlike many clients, she enjoyed the massage enough to feel compelled to stretch her body in his hands. He decided to take that as a compliment.
The muscles in her legs were well developed but stressed from activity. David enjoyed working on clients like this. Those who had developed pain from sports or exercise because at least then, he figured, they were doing things to improve their lives. It wasn’t back or neck problems from a sedentary job or a relationship they should have ended eons ago.
Kiara was one of the energetic, life-loving ones. The tan color of her skin and the beautiful ways in which her muscles curved and posed in that soft skin were a testament to that. Her quiet, yet willful ways on the table revealed a creature that doesn’t sit and watch life pass her by. At least that what he thought.
David moved his hands up to her right shin, kneading and working back down towards her ankle. This area was the one that seemed to be the most painful for her. Each time he’d get close to the center-most part of her shin, Kiara winced.
“Would you like me to lighten the pressure?”
“No,” she winced again. “Do what you have to do.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
David finished her right leg and moved on to the next shin. As he massaged her mercilessly, she’d periodically stare at him with an accusatory look on her face as if she had told him to stop and he didn’t. David focused on getting that area finished and over with so that she’d be through it but, mostly, so that she would stop grimacing at him.
Once that was over, she exhaled deeply a couple times and finally closed her eyes as he moved on to her upper leg. David couldn’t keep himself from glancing at her face. She was stunning. Dark eyelashes rested long on her high cheekbones. Her lips looked smooth and she parted them as she breathed in, taking her time before breathing out again. David pressed harder to further release tension. He looked up to gauge her reaction, anticipating pain. Nothing.
David looked back down at his hands on her thighs and focused on his technique, with no resistance from her muscles. Out, then in, out then in, his hands paced from outer thigh to her inner thigh, and back and forth from her knee to her uppermost leg. Just there, on his way back in towards her inner thigh, she raised her knee a few inches off the table. This sudden movement interrupted his rhythm and he looked up at her, expecting perhaps another wincing face. Kiara wasn’t wincing, her eyes were open and very relaxed and the corner of her mouth turned upward just enough to suggest the slightest smirk, like she’d just read something amusing. Looking down, as if realizing she’d interrupted him, she let her leg fall to the table and he continued. Almost immediately after he resumed, she pushed her knee out sideways so that her inner leg was facing the ceiling, and let her leg rest at this position. Since he had never told her to position her leg that way, he just assumed she wanted that area focused on, so he continued. As he wrapped his hands around her inner thigh, he entertained the idea that perhaps she desired him. After all, he reasoned, it wasn’t common for clients to just open their legs that way.
He decided to test her.
With every visit to her uppermost leg, David allowed his fingers to inch closer to her panties. He furrowed his brow while massaging, feigning concentration, while grazing near her panty line before quickly withdrawing and working his way back down to her knee again. At about the third time he visited her panty area, he thought he had felt her push slightly down towards his hands. He couldn’t be absolutely sure, though.
“Alright, we’re going to switch sides, ma’am.”
“Okay.”
David circled the lower half of the table, letting his eyes feast on the sultry view of her luscious feet. His dick stiffened at the thought of the possibility of a beautiful woman with equally beautiful feet showing interest in him. Only this time, Kiara didn’t open up her leg like the other, and she definitely wasn’t pushing down against his hands. Stolen glances of her face showed an expression that gave nothing away.
Perhaps he imagined her desire, he thought. After a few minutes, Kiara raised her knee again and looked down at him with the same gas station-friendly smile.
David resumed his panty-reaching technique again, and within a minute or so he was staring at her slender feet, watching her toes moving, extending and relaxing. They looked so fucking good to him, and he slowed down his massage, studying the shimmy of her feet. She flexed her toes. Feeling her eyes on him, he looked up and saw her staring at him for who knows how long. It felt to him like 10 minutes.
David blushed at this realization, especially after acting like he was so concentrated on her legs earlier when he was clearly not just then.
“You like my feet.” she giggled.
David exhaled briefly, with a half laugh, as if laughing with her. “Um, they’re nice feet ma’am.” he said, briefly acknowledging them before looking down at his hands again.
“Thank you.” Kiara gave him a splendid smile. “I like my feet, too.”
She was even more gorgeous when she smiled.
Embarrassed now, and mildly nervous of what this situation could mean for his job, David avoided her smile.
“Do you mind massaging them a bit more? You did a really good job on them earlier, they felt so good.”
“Uh, yes ma’am. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
Feeling fortunate to be holding her sensual foot again, he started rubbing just as he had done earlier. Only this time, he pushed against her sole as she flexed her foot. The bottom of her toes were now fully visible, and the curve of her sole was in plain view.
As he continued rubbing her foot, she would flex it and extend it. The look in her eyes was indulgent and, for a moment, David lightened his touch and let his hand caress her foot instead. Banishing the thought of doing what he really wanted to do to her foot, he caught himself and swiftly picked up the rubbing again.
A change in her breathing occurred, she was now in deep breaths again. David was sure she had felt his caress and when she turned her head to the wall, he took the opportunity to bring his face closer to her foot. Without breaking rhythm, he leaned down to her toes and inhaled deeply. They smelled aromatic, of skin and oil. His dick grew harder at this scent, and of having smelled her without her knowledge. He inhaled again, and again, until he couldn’t resist giving her big toe a light kiss. Kiara moaned lightly at the feeling of his lips on her toe, she looked down at him. Her silence was enough for him.
David kissed the rest of her toes over and over again, making sure to do so slowly, so that he could inhale her scent after every single kiss.
“My toes smell good, don’t they?”
“Yes,” David breathed.
Kiara sat up on the table. She smirked.
Eye to eye now, David dropped her foot.
“Do you want more?” she asked, in an almost challenging way.
“Yes,” he almost asked. Not sure where this was going now, David tensed up a bit.
“Good, ‘cause I want more. Only this time, I want you on your knees.” Her eyes flashed to the floor.
David paused, unsure if she was serious. No one had ever made such a request from him. Not even his ex-girlfriends.
Kiara’s eyes had changed now, they were demanding and incredulous. She looked at him up and down then scoffed, “What are you doing?” With a flick of her head towards the floor, she enunciated, “Get on your knees.”
Mortified, David lowered himself to the ground. His mind raced at not knowing what she would do next. She could just fling the door open right now and tell reception, in front of everyone, that this ‘pervert’ had kissed her foot. His face twisted at this thought.
Kiara laughed with amusement at the look of his consternated face gazing sideways, trying to be aware of what was happening outside the door.
“Do you want to leave?” She asked in an commanding tone.
“No, ma’am.” he looked at her face briefly, then down to the foot that was now dangling in front of him. He kept his eyes to himself again and stared at the wall.
“Oh, I see. You think I’m gonna tell on you,” she giggled.
He shook his head lightly.
“I could definitely tell on you,” she peered at him. “Or, you could kneel there and lick my foot.”
He shot up a look at her. Seriously? He thought. She was gloating now, clearly enjoying the stress she was holding over him. With her tongue reaching the edge of her lips now, she rose her foot to his face. He went to hold her foot.
“No,” she ordered. “Keep your hands to yourself now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Surprised at his own response in this degrading situation, he realized he was literally on his knees at his own job, directly beneath this beautiful and authoritative woman. He’d never met a woman in this much control before. It was a very naked, vulnerable feeling that was also new and exciting.
Leaning in to lick her beautiful foot, he got a good whiff of that scent of hers and he felt it wash over his head. His stomach fluttered with excitement. Jesus.
He passed his tongue over the sole of her foot upwards, catching a full view of this Goddess’s face now, with luscious lips and mouth corners that curled up in approval.
“Yes, just like that.” she bit her lip. “Now, suck my toes, you fucking pervert.”
David placed his lips on her soft toes once again, this time doing what he so badly wanted to do earlier, before she interrupted and scared the shit out of him. Only this time, he felt like he was on display: forced on his knees beneath her and being called out for wanting her so badly.
He wrapped his lips around two of her middle toes. Gently, and with passion, he sucked her toes just as she told him to, leaning forward to encase them completely, then pulling his head back to draw them out again. Sitting on the edge of the table now, she turned her body to face him. She held the white sheet at her chest covering her breasts and torso. As David sucked on her big toe, he opened his eyes and caught sight of her pink panties.
Kiara pulled her foot away, leaving him dangling in the air. The foot he had been licking and sucking was now resting on his dick, which had grown considerably now and was pushing against the fabric of his pants. She used his hard dick as a foot pedestal.
“Now, smell this foot.” She pointed her toes and stroked them against the side of his face, and he turned to follow them with his nose. Spreading her toes wide and pushing them against his nose, she exploded with laughter at his expressions.
“So sick,” she whispered to herself.
He closed his eyes and smiled to himself at what he heard. It was like he was under a microscope and this girl was pointing and laughing at him. Her toes pointed and pushed at his dick.
“I’ve had guys lust after my feet before, but you’re obsessed,” she giggled.
The combination of being laughed at and toyed with while viewing her panties from that angle was driving him to the edge, and he let out an audible moan.
“Damn,” she said. “Tell me what you want to do to them.”
“I want to touch them.”
“How bad?”
“Very badly, ma’am. Please.”
“Not yet.”
She brought both of her feet down to the floor, and he was now at eye level with her panties. Kiara stepped closer to him, until his face was right up against her body.
“Look up at me.”
When he did, he saw this giant of an astonishing woman towering over him, looking down at him with command. She ran her fingers through his hair, combing it back, then pulled his hair so that his face was pushed up against her panty-covered pussy. He inhaled her deeply and basked in her warmth. As he did so, she tossed her head back and allowed him to dig and prod at her with his nose, her heavy breathing resumed and paced until she let out a girlish breath. Listening to her enjoy that position motivated him to do more for her. He wanted more of this. With his hands still at his sides, he rubbed her with the bridge of his nose. The grip on his hair tightened, and she pulled his nose deeper.
Then, with a sudden motion, she threw this head back and away from her.
“Get down on the ground, pervert.”
He rushed to the floor. As he lay down, he felt the cold of the ground shock the skin on the back of his arms, reminding him of the outrageous position he was being put in. As many times as he had walked across that floor, he never thought he’d be laying on it, ordered to by one of his clients, no less. Conflicted by his erection, the sickening feeling of being reduced to this, and the very real nervousness he felt at the possibility of being told on, it pained him to feel like he had no choice but to obey her. Once on the floor, he took solace in the view of the pedicured feet next to him, and the view of her powerful and feminine stance as she looked down on him. Thoughts of him losing his job were pushed to the back of his mind, and his eyes strained to focused on her beauty.
“Ma’am, what do you want from me?”
“Compliance.”
“Why?”
“Shhhh…” Kiara shushed his mouth with her big toe. “Men talk too much.”
As she rested her big toe on his lips, he felt the weight of her leg accumulate on his mouth.
Her beauty looked larger than life from where her lay.
“There isn’t anything I want to hear from you, other than, ‘Yes.’”
“Yes.”
“Good,” she smiled.
Her approval felt surprisingly good, especially for someone he had just met. He thought that feeling was odd, for him. The clock on the wall signaled nine more minutes left before the session was over.
“There’s something I want you to do.” Kiara cocked her head to the side at him.
“I want you to hurt for me.”
“Hurt?” He wasn’t sure he heard right. What? Why–
“I thought I told you that the only thing I wanted to hear out of your mouth was ‘Yes,’” she said firmly and took her foot from his mouth and planted it square on his chest, stepping up onto him.
The sudden movement pushed the air right out of his lungs. Kiara had the weight of her right leg on his chest and David struggled, wide-eyed, to breathe and not push her off.
“You better adapt quickly, mister, this isn’t even all of me,” she said.
David exhaled sharply.
“Relax, and inhale deeply, perv.”
David strained his eyes and focused on stabilizing his breathing. Looking up at her, he inhaled slowly.
“Breathe out of your mouth slowly,” she said.
David exhaled and she shifted her foot so it laid horizontally across his chest, with her left foot resting lightly on the floor. The pressure was starting to feel good, and the view of her was phenomenal. With the white sheet still draped across her chest she turned her side to him. Her round hips and legs looked enormous. That smile she flashed shifted from mischievous to amused, and he labored to see her smile.
“You know you’re a fucking pervert, right?”
“Yes.”
“You know that you look pathetic on the ground right now, right?”
“Yes,” he exhaled hard as her foot moved in its place, struggling to balance on his chest.
“You know that I would never let you touch my pussy, right?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, thinking I thought you wanted me to…
“Then why the fuck would you let your fingers get so close to it?” Kiara pressed her foot down harder on his chest, her left foot was off the ground now and she rested her fingertips on the massage table for balance.
The pressure was more than intense now.
“I ‘ought you wan’,” he inhaled as slowly as he could, “me to.”
“Didn’t I say only ‘Yes’ out of you?”
Confused now, he didn’t say anything as she took her left foot and placed it across his pelvis.
“You’re nothing to me,” Kiara said, looking down at his pained face. “You’re just another horny little masseuse that likes to test his boundaries. Stupid and desperate enough to think he may stand a chance with me. I see your wishes,” she spoke now as if she was speaking to several like him, “and I laugh at them.” Kiara let out her amused, demeaning laugh.
The weight of her body was excruciating and he struggled to withstand it without shifting his own weight to adjust her.
“This is what you deserve. Little fuckers like you exist only to service my feet, and to be trampled by them when you dare think you’re entitled to something more.”
Kiara walked down his legs placing one foot in front of the other. Every step was a stab to a bone, a jab to a muscle, or a scathe to his skin as he struggled to contain his cries.
“Don’t you wish you were naked right now? Feeling my sexy feet on your skin?”
“Yes,” David felt beat. There were truths in what she said, and as much as he knew that he could have a relationship with a woman or get sex in bar, he knew deep in his core that he wasn’t worthy of a Goddess like her. The realization was a bit sad, but that shred of sadness was overwhelmed by the desire he had to be beneath her. The balls of her feet and the pressure of her heels digging into his body were indeed painful, and as he experienced each dig, he sought her glorious smile and felt thankful for this Goddess for forcing him into his place and showing him where he belonged.