After a long day in my boots, I need a good massage. Sometimes, a woman must suffer for fashion. There is no way to avoid that. I know I do not have to suffer for long. I come in and you are waiting, quietly. I make my way to my lounge chair. You are already engrossed in your task. Your hands gently cup my heels and lift my legs to be placed comfortably on the lounge. When I am relaxed, you make your way to your knees and move to the end of my lounge chair.With care and a sensitive touch, your fingers pull my boot zippers down. You are moving so slowly, I barely hear the zipper movement. When the zipper is all the way down, you gently place your fingers inside the boot and use them to move the boot from my foot. I feel very little, if any pressure at all.
You place my boot softly on the floor and rub your hands together to warm them. You know I do not like cold hands. When you are sure your hands are not too cold, you wrap them around my ankles and kneed the tension away. You hear me sigh.
From the ankles, you slowly make your way down, to the heel. I feel your fingers gently pressing into the soft flesh, coaxing the swelling away. I burrow into the pillows and drift further into relaxation.
When you reach the instep. you make a loose fist and move it back and forth across the area. With each swipe, you press just a bit harder, but not enough to cause me any discomfort…
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