Essay contest: 500 words or more, tell me why you should have the unmatched honor of massaging my sore feet

Every year my wife and I attend the annual Hospital Foundation Gala. I look forward to it every year. The food is great, the open bars flow freely, and the room is full of beautiful women between 25 and 40, dressed to impress in their sexy best.

As an added bonus, this year I escorted two beautiful women. My wife's best friend Michelle was in town for Gala. Her husband was on a boys' weekend trip, and my wife invited her to spend the weekend with us. My wife went to high school with Michelle. Although they attended different colleges, they remain best friends. Michelle and her husband moved to Dallas about 2 years ago. I like Michelle. We get along well, but I have never felt like I have really gotten to know her. She is stunningly beautiful and grew up in a wealthy, but troubled family. Probably because of that environment, she seems a little insecure, which can come off as being a little bitchy if you do not know better. Her insecurity is a little ironic since she is a beautiful and smart woman, who is one of the rising stars in the corporate law department where she works as an in house lawyer. I have always kind of had a harmless crush on her, but could never tell what she thought about me. She has beautiful long blonde hair and could pass for my wife's sister, except she is relatively petite in comparison to my willowy 5'9" wife.

I was already dressed in a suit from work, so I waited downstairs while the girls finished dressing. I could hear them talking and laughing from upstairs. Finally, I heard the sound of their high heels clicking as they came down the stairs. Wow! They both looked stunning. My wife was wearing a short tomato red knit dress over black matte super opaque tights and black suede Sam Edelman t-strap platform pumps with 5 inch heels. Michelle looked just as stunning, and her outfit may have even been a little more edgy. She had on a dark gray ultra-suede dress that had a fitted bodice and flared out at her waist with a short skirt. Michelle also had on black out tights with the sexiest black suede booties I have ever seen. They had a one inch hidden platform, an almond toe, and a sky high stiletto heel. They snuggly followed the contour of her foot up her ankle with a suede fringe on the back zipper. I had to try not to stare so much as to cross the line into creepy territory. Dallas was treating Michelle well, and she seemed to want to flaunt it tonight.

The Gala was a mob scene as usual. I hung back, visited with friends, and had a few cocktails while I enjoyed the eye candy. The girls browsed the silent auction items. I kept the girls supplied with drinks and checked in with them every now and then until they tired of shopping and joined me. The band started, the drinks flowed, the party really started. After about another hour of a lot of drinking and a little dancing, we decided to head home for a night cap or two on the sofa.

The girls were more than a little tipsy when our Uber pulled in front of the house, and we piled out. Michelle and my wife plopped down in the den while I poured us all more wine and joined them, sitting on the other end of the sofa from Michelle. As I sat down, Michelle exclaimed "my feet are killing me from standing on that concrete floor in these heels"

"Jeff gives an awesome foot massage," responded my beautiful and generous wife with a knowing side glance that said "you owe me."

Much to my delight, Michelle swung her legs onto the sofa and into my lap. "I accept your kind offer," she said with wine driven laughter as she reclined against the sofa arm.

I was beside myself with perverted glee as I tried to not to show my excitement. I slowly lifted her foot, unzipped the back of her exquisite bootie, and slid it off, exposing her dainty size 7, tights coated feet to the cool air. She exhaled with relief. I repeated the same enchanting ritual with the other bootie, placing it on the floor leaving her feet in my lap. Her tights were darkened at her feet by perspiration from standing and dancing within the suede confines of the booties. I picked up her foot and began to rub it softly through the damp smoothness of the tights. The sweet scent of the new suede enhanced with the dewy moisture from her feet was subtle, but intoxicating.

She was very sensitive and ticklish initially, moving her foot on reflex and pointing her tights cover toes like a ballerina. Trying not to show how turned on that made me; I held her foot firmly until she became more accustomed to my touch. I increase the pressure, kneading the bottoms of her feet. "That feels great," she purred, her eyes now closed as she reclined.

I felt her other foot brush slightly against the swelling bulge in my pants, never to know whether it was intentional or not. I repositioned myself at the end of the sofa and rubbed her toes through the smooth blackness of her tights, working my way down to the ball of her foot as she moaned contently. I then gently rubbed her high arch, which gave her foot a graceful artistic beauty under the black tights that hugged her arch like a black second skin. Encouraged by the sounds of pleasure, I moved to her heel, using my knuckles to massage deeply into the tissue of her heel. My knuckles slid over her tights from pressure point to pressure point in her heel. Her sounds of appreciation became almost sexual, much to my delight.

I switched to her other foot, as she again left me wondering whether the pressure from her foot on my lap was intentional or not. I tried to look at her face for any hints of intent while I began massaging the other foot. She simply purred with pleasure with her eyes lightly closed and listened to my wife share the latest gossip. I lifted her other foot up in front of me and worked my way down, kneading deeply into her muscles as she was now fully accustomed to my touch and was luxuriating in a deep state of relaxation, relief, and pleasure. I breathed deeply, inhaling more of the delicious perfume dampening her tights.

My wife looked on with vicarious pleasure derived from Michelle's almost orgasmic satisfaction and from an acute awareness of my own perverted delight with the tights covered toys that she had given me. With mischief in her eyes, she raised the stakes, "you should have him massage your feet with lotion. That feels even better."

Further encouraging her friend who was still reclining in pleasure while I continued to deeply knead her heel, my wife stood up and walked to the kitchen to retrieve a tube of "peppermint foot butter" she keeps in the kitchen. She bounded back into the room and playfully wiggled it in front of Michelle's face as she opened her eyes sleepily. "You have to try this stuff. It feels fantastic. Let him rub your feet with it."

"I am game."

Michelle slowly pulled her feet back form my lap, again grazing over my confined, but now full erection, seemingly ever clever to keep me guessing whether it was incidental. Using her feet as leverage she somewhat drunkenly raised her bottom off of the sofa, reached under her skirt, and pulled her tights down to above her knees, nonchalantly giving me a virtually full view of black satin thong. The view only served to heighten my arousal from this highly erotic evening. She then gave me an even better view when she sat back down, lifted her legs, and peeled the black tights down her legs and off of her feet, freeing them for further attention from my eager hands. She placed the tights on the floor next to her booties, and returned her feet to my lap. Her highly erotic dance left me wondering whether she was intentionally teasing me or whether she was just drunkenly trying to take her control top tights off, with me as the beneficiary of her inadvertent peep show.

My wickedly enabling wife brought me a towel for my lap so I would not get the lotion on my suit pants. I squeezed a large dollop of the peppermint lotion onto my hand and began to gently coat Michelle's foot with the cool fragrant lotion. "It feels cool and tingly, very nice," she cooed.

Once I had Michelle's foot slippery with lotion, I began to vigorously rub her foot up and down her foot almost like I was jacking her foot off. The slippery sounds of my hand sliding up and down her foot combined with the sounds of pleasure from her lips were obscenely sensual. My wife watched Michelle with voyeuristic fascination as Michelle closed her eyes and her mouth hung slightly open.

Urged on by her soft moans and driven by my intense craving to give her pleasure, I moved to the end of the sofa so I could massage the lotion into the bottom of her foot. Her naked foot was beautiful. It was soft and dainty with cute, plump bubble toes topped with girly pink painted nails. I pressed my fingers between her toes and rubbed the balls of her foot, sliding my fingers along the pressure points with the benefit of the slippery lotion. I dug deeply into her foot to try to separate and stretch her muscle fibers to ease all of the stored tension and the soreness from standing in her sexy, sky high stiletto booties.

I listened carefully to her breathing and the soft sounds coming from her supple open mouth to insure that I was using the right amount of pressure. I was fully engage in her pleasure as I softly grabbed her toes and folded them back and forth before moving them around in a circle to loosen them up. I gripped the front of her foot with one hand and the back with the other and rotated her foot in my hand, resulting in louder moans as more tension left her foot accompanied by the soft cracking of her joints releasing stress. I then used some reflexology techniques on the bottom of her foot which brought forth further sounds of pleasure. I felt a heightened intimacy with her. Giving her this very personal pleasure seemed to connect us on a deeper level.

"You are amazing" she slurred softly. "My husband would never spend this much time rubbing my feet. I am going to have to visit more often."

"You are welcome anytime, although I am a little jealous of the foot rub. He really is great with his hands," my wife replied, seemingly trying to teasingly raise the sexual tension already in the room. "I am next," she replied as she reached under her dress and peeled off her tights.

"I am not going to give him up that easily," Michelle whispered, entranced in the pleasure of my touch.

I was in no hurry to let go of her yummy little feet and the thrill of her soft sounds of pleasure. I worked on the bottom of her foot for a few more minutes and then gently put her foot down and picked up the other foot. My inner impression that her pleasure was bordering on sexual were confirmed when I picked up her other foot, "inadvertently" spreading her legs and providing a secret peak at the crotch of her black thong. Much to my delight, it was soaked through giving away her secret arousal. There could be no better motivation as I continued to repeat my performance on the other foot, drawing purrs, moans, and more verbal praise for my efforts. Her reactions left me furiously wondering what she was thinking about behind her softly closed eyes.

My wife loves a foot massage, but I had never experienced someone with this level of sensitivity. Massaging Michelle's beautiful feet was like playing a human musical instrument. Once she was completely relaxed, every deep stroke or other pressure drew a soft response of appreciation and pleasure. As the now enthralled giver, I could only fantasize about how wonderful it would be to massage all of the other areas of this wonderfully soft, sensitive, and seductive creature. I had the sneaking suspicion that my wife knew that Michelle was highly sensitive and responsive and had given this wonderful experience to me as a gift to my perverse nature. I am sure she also knew I would thank her appropriately for her loving generosity.

As I worked my fingertips into the bottom of her foot, Michelle was now almost humming with soft moans of pleasure with her mouth hanging open and her bottom lip in a soft, alluring pout. I was now addicted to her response and kept going for another 10 minutes going up and down her beautiful foot repeating the deep massage into her foot with my fingertips, before backing off and finishing by gently rubbing lotion over her now supple, relaxed, and buttery smooth foot while my wife looked on.

Michelle was almost asleep when I began to reluctantly ease my efforts. My wife gently woke her "I am going to bed; I want a raincheck on my turn until tomorrow night."

Michelle stirred, coming back into consciousness as I dried the excess lotion off of her lovely foot with the towel. "Fuck that was better than sex. Thank you!"

"He's pretty damn good at that too!," my wife teased, again naughtily toying with the sexual tension in the room.

Michelle leaned down to give me a sleepy hug, surprising me with a kiss ambiguously between my cheek and my lips and a squeeze that went beyond any prior connection we had ever had.

I slowly got up off of the sofa and followed them upstairs, Michelle sadly to the guest room and me and my wife to our room.

When I returned to the bed from washing my face and brushing my teeth, my wife reached under her red dress and removed her black bikini panties and handed them to me with a knowing smile. "You are going to sleep in these tonight, and I am going to get my time tomorrow. I might even let you come, but probably not." Resigned to my fate that there would be no relief tonight, I pulled on the panties and snuggly compressed my sadly swollen member beneath the black satiny fabric, only then realizing that the crotch of the panties was soaking wet from my wife's enjoyment of her voyeuristic viewing of her friend's nightcap of pleasure.

In my dreams that night, my wife and I ravaged Michelle's beautiful, soft, sensitive, naked body with our mouths and hands, drawing guttural moans and sensual screams of pleasure as she climaxed over and over. Our efforts concluded with my wife's mouth covering Michelle's smoothly shaved mound, her tongue rhythmically dancing across Michelle's clit as she impaled Michelle with her fingers and stroked the spongey pleasure spot at the top of her buttery pussy. We both held her quaking body tightly as her sphincter spasmed and gripped my probing tongue before she exploded in a final crashing climax.

In reality, I am up early while the girls sleep in, locked in the downstairs bathroom. I am wearing my wife's black tights, pilfered from the den floor and pulled down in the front with one foot of Michelle's tights over my cock and the other one held in my mouth. I pitifully fuck the inside of Michelle's sexy black suede bootie with my tights covered cock and inhale the sweet perfume of the dried perspiration on the other foot of Michelle's tights dangling below my nose. I am overcome with perverted pleasure from the thrusts into the toe of her bootie, but not allowed to finish because of my wife's command. My queen maintains the power to give me pleasure and the power to take it away.

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We had done about everything we could think of with Jane. After only 3 years, she had been modified and manipulated in every way imaginable. As I admired her rigid body, listening to her subtle whimpering beneath the inflated bladder stretching her jaws, I couldn't help but feel sad that I wouldn't have her to torture any longer. Three years ago, when she had written me with her interest in becoming the ultimate bondage toy, I hadn't believed someone like her existed. But after many months of conversation, we finally met, and I realized that she was for real. Only 19 years old when she arrived, she was impressive. Only 5'6", she already had massive breasts, measuring a delightful 38D. On such a small frame, they stood out dramatically. She was rather proud of them, wearing a tight t-shirt on our first meeting, with hip hugger shorts and a bare stomach. I was still certain she would back out at the last minute, but she eagerly signed the contract giving her life to me, then drinking the potion I had set out. Within seconds she was asleep. Tight Pantyhose. Tighter Bondage!

It only took a few minutes to throw her tiny form over my shoulder and carry her down to the dungeon. Already a large house nestled in the woods, I had built an equally large dungeon underground. The long, stone steps were foreboding to strangers, as were the dark walls and sounds of dripping water in the distance. Setting Jane on the floor of the primary chamber, I undressed her, then lifted her onto the chair. Her ass settled on two flat bars, leaving her entire crotch accessible. Legs stretched out in a dramatic V, parallel with the floor, while her arms strapped behind her at wrist and elbow, then attached to an upright bar. Her head bent back, resting in two thin half bands that held her at the base of the skull and toward the top of her head. Thin straps extended from these, one circling her chin with the other reaching around her forehead. Once tightened, her head bent back sharply, forcing her to face up. When she woke, she would be able to see herself clearly through the large mirror suspended above her. I wanted her to see everything that was happening to her. An added attachment connected to the lower band and stretched over her mouth. I reached in to pull out her tongue, then fit it between two serrated pieces, clamping them down tight, holding her tongue out of her mouth. Two rubber wedges at the back of her teeth held her mouth open wide. I stepped to the back of the chair and began cranking the two dull spikes. They touched her skin on either side of her spine, at mid-back. Though not sharp, they were uncomfortable, and served the purpose of slowly forcing her chest out, while stretching her body. The pain of the metal pressed hard against her back brought her eyes open wide and a scream from her throat. I watched out of the corner of my eye as her eyes darted about the room in fear, trying to assess the situation. I ignored her, actually humming as I worked, positioning the dildo penetrator beneath her exposed anus. Greasing it, I cranked the dial until the pointed tip began to press past her sphincter. She jumped at the sensation, which told me she had too much slack. I stepped behind her again and gave the spikes a few extra turns, grinding their dull points harder against her sensitive back and creating a wail from her throat. The result was to force her large tits out further, and to remove her ability to move at all. I returned to the dildo, making sure it was lined up, then flipped a switch. For a second nothing happened, then suddenly, the dildo shoved it's 6 inch length deep into her ass. Jane screamed out loud, tears beginning to spill down her cheeks as the dildo extracted slowly, then plunged itself deep once more. The sequence was random and would continue unrelented until I shut it off. I figured a few days of anal raping by the machine would soften her will.

As I returned to her face, I avoided eye contact. I could see without looking that she was terrified. After all our conversation about these and the coming events, I could tell she wasn't quite prepared for the reality of the situation. With a pair of scissors, I began to cut off her long blonde hair, letting it pool around my feet. Soon her head was stubble. I stepped to the side and rolled over the silver tray loaded with shaving cream and a razor, then applied the foam to her head and proceeded to shave her. Despite the attack waged on her ass, I could tell she was more disturbed by the shaving. She watched as I ran the razor over her head, removing the last bits of hair. Soon, she was completely bald. After wiping her dry, I took a pair of latex exam gloves from the tray, pulled them on, then squeezed a liberal amount of gel from a small tube onto my palm. Rubbing it across both hands, I touched her head, smearing the brownish substance across her bear head. The chemical stung as it attacked the hair follicles, though the pain couldn't have been anything compared to the dildo. I looked down to see it was in heavy pump mode, forcing the dildo deep in, then extracting it quickly, only to shove it back in. It was like a good hard fucking. She closed her eyes, squeezing tears onto her face, as she felt her baldness become permanent.

Shaving her eyebrows, then plucking her eyelashes was easier. I coated two eye patches with the strong depilatory, then placed them over her eyes, forcing them shut. I stepped around her and sat on a stool in front of her pussy, then spread more depilatory over her shaved crotch. I had to stop the machine for a second as I coated her ass with the same gel. It only took a moment and soon the machine was back in action. Pulling the gloves off and depositing them into the trash, I took another tray and selected a thick needle. I removed the eye patches, wiping her eyelids clean as well, then allowed her see see the sharp device I held. Her tongue was already pulled out, but a few turns of a small crank pulled it out even further. I again avoided eye contact as I lifted the huge needle and without pause, shoved it through her tongue, near the tip. A blood curdling scream rose from her throat as blood ran down her throat from the hole. I grabbed a fairly large ring from the tray and fit it through, clicking the locking ends together to form a seamless shape.

After 30 minutes, I had completed her piercings. In addition to the front ring, I had pierced a series of holes down both sides of her tongue, placing smaller rings there. A large nose ring now dangled from her septum. Both nipples had a ring at the base and a rod through the middle, while her clit sported two rings; a larger one behind her clit, and a thick yet small ring through the middle of her clit. She had watched the entire process, simply grunting as each needle penetrated her flesh, moaning slightly as each ring clicked together in permanence. I stood back, admiring her modifications. I wasn't sure if I would like the image of the hairless creature before me. But now, as the rings sparkled from her flesh, her face seemingly featureless without eyebrows or hair, her body contorted by the bondage and spikes, I smiled. I knew I was going to enjoy this immensely. I walked behind Jane, then leaned in to her ear.

"Welcome to the rest of your life," I whispered. I left her then, letting the ass fucking continue as she felt the first pangs of regret for her decision.

For the years she served me as a slave, I rarely ever again got the impression that she hated her life. I think she learned that she was forever modified now, and would never return to normal existence. Despite my observation, I continued on with the plan we had made before she arrived. She had asked for some very specific punishments, and I happily complied. Now, she stood before me as she had so often, and I couldn't help but wonder if she regretted her decision. Even if she had been given the opportunity to be released, she wouldn't be able to live a normal life. From that first day she arrived until this very morning, I had injected growth hormones into her breasts. Her formerly 38D breasts were now an amazing 44HH. They were perfectly shaped, for breasts, firm and perky, but just amazingly huge. To compliment this, she now wore a permanent, spring steel corset. A surgeon had removed her two lower ribs to enable her current size. I stepped up to her and placed my hands around her waist. My fingers not only touched but overlapped slightly. For over a year now her breath had been forced into a shallow pant, her lungs unable to fill completely. Her mouth was gagged with an inflatable bladder, bulging her cheeks out dramatically. The look seemed to go with her inflated lips. A series of collagen injections had created the look of a sex doll. My guests had enjoyed the bizarre image of a woman at parties, her face painted and a gaudy wig over her bald head. I looked up to her, catching her eyes for the first time in months.

"You know what day this is?" She shook her head slightly, fear filling her eyes. "Well, this is the day you get boxed." I watched as she began to cry, knowing exactly what I meant. "Remember, you asked for this and, as you can tell by the time you've spent with me, I've done everything you asked for, haven't I?" She gave a slight nod, her eyes dipping in resignation. She knew that I was not going to waver from her own plan, regardless of how she felt about it now. "I can tell by your response that you've changed your mind?" She lifted her eyes again, a look of pleading. "Perhaps I shouldn't do this?" Again, a nod, as emphatic as possible with the posture collar on her neck. "Well, I'm sorry to say, but you chose your own fate," I smiled at her face as she realized her fate was sealed.

The box was only 4 feet long, 3 feet tall and 3 feet across, made of 1/2 inch riveted steel . As I led Jane to it, her eyes grew wide in panic. The thought of the box and the reality was almost too much for her to handle. She began to struggle, trying to pull away despite the chain that I held, connect to her nose ring. My newest slave Monica, a young brunette, helped hold her as I pushed her to her knees. As was customary, Jane was naked except for her corset, the ballet shoes she had learned to walk in, and the bondage that held her arms in place. She hadn't had use of her hands for nearly 2 years now. I had wrapped them up in tiny rubber balls, and then trained her arms to fold into a reverse prayer, until they were strapped behind her in permanent fashion.

We finally got her to the ground and I spread her legs, removing the inflatable dildos in her pussy and ass. Attaching a rubber strap to the front of her corset, I let it rest on the floor as Monica handed me the first dildo. The steel shapes were hollow in the middle, with stiff tubes and wires extending out of them. Greasing the tip, I slipped the steel phallus up Jane's stretched ass until the retaining ring wedged into place. The second, larger dildo fit into her pussy nicely. I made sure the dildos were positioned well, then slipped a thin metal probe into her urethra. In order, I pulled the strap up between her legs, fitting a tube through the designated hole, then moved to the next, until I stretched the thick rubber up to meet the back of the corset. We rolled her onto her back and I grasped her face. The breathing tubes pressed into each nostril until I was certain they were seated in her lungs. With a combination of wax and glue, I filled the gaps around the tubes in her nostrils so she could only breath through the tubes. Attaching a bulb to her gag, I deflated and removed it. Almost immediately, Jane tried to speak. The rings through her tongue had made it difficult for her to talk since her first day, an activity I discouraged anyway. But now, her fate on the line, she began to panic.

"Masssa! Peese! Ah don wanna ga an u box! Peese, na, peese! Ah beg ya. Peese!!" Her pleading continued in her bizarre broken English, the metal from her rings clicking off her teeth. I looked down at her and smiled.

"Of course you're going in the box, Jane," I said sweetly. "Do you remember when you made me promise that no matter what you said, I would go through with the plan? Well, I'm not going to break my promise." My words brought a stream of new tears, a morbid wail from her throat and a new round of thrashing. But her restricted body was no match for my slave and I. Monica simply sat on her tiny waist as I took her head again and began to push a much larger tube down her throat. Her eyes, large with terror, watched me as the tube hit the back of her throat.

"Now be a good girl and swallow, Jane," I said. Reflexively she did, and the tube slid into her stomach. Once I was sure it rested in the proper position, I took the rubber bladder Monica held, slipping the rigid middle over the tube, then pressed the rest of the bladder into her mouth. The middle section held the feeding tube firm, pressing against the top of her throat. Monica offered the injection gun, which I fit on the inflation nipple. Slowly, I squeezed the epoxy into the bladder. I had to reload the gun a second time, but after a short time, I couldn't fit anymore into the rubber. Jane's cheeks bulged from the pressure of the liquid filled pouch in her mouth.

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"That's epoxy filling your mouth now, Jane," I said. "It'll dry in a few minutes into a solid mass." The feeding tube still stuck out from the middle of her cartoon lips. I capped it off and moved to Jane's ears. Small speakers fit deep into them. Tilting her to the side, I filled up the rest of her ear canal with wax, blocking off all sound. Once her other ear was done as well, Jane could no longer hear at all. I stepped over to a control station and flipped on the microphone so she could hear us. We flipped her onto her chest, then I attached a chain to her right ankle. Stretching it up with all my strength, I attached the other end to a ring on the band just above her left elbow. Her ballet shoe nearly touched her elbows now. After attaching her left leg in the same manner, I admired how her body was bent backward into a severe arch. Pulling her legs so severely up her back not only created a painful U shape with her body, but also forced her shoulders back even further, creating a constant ache that added to the dull pain she already felt from her arm bondage. A spreader bar was placed between her knees, holding her legs apart.

We lifted her rigidly bound body into the box. With the harsh bend her body was held in, she fit nearly perfectly, her forehead just touching the front of the box with her knees an inch or two from the end. Though I couldn't hear her, I could tell that Jane was terror stricken, both from the intensity of the hogtie as well as the coming event that she both had begged for, and now dreaded. I grabbed the heavy hood from the table and laid down low, so Jane could see me.

"Well, this is it, Jane," I said. "Once I put this hood on you, you'll be able to see yourself from that camera above." I motioned to a camera above the room. "I hope you enjoy your ultimate fantasy. I've had a lot of fun torturing and playing with you, but I guess it's time to finish your request." I stretched the hood over her face, covering the torrent of tears pouring down her cheeks, and the sobs that could just be heard through the rock solid gag.