My massage therapist also performs Barefoot Massage or Ashiatsu massage. She explained to me the technique had it’s beginnings in the East more than 3,000 years ago. She said it was very relaxing and takes a lot of knots out of your muscle tissue. So I decided to try it. Yes, my foot fetish came to mind. I would be lying if I said it did not. I did check out my therapist’s feet and she does have very pretty feet. But, I digress. I will get to my foot fetish and imagination about this later.
The room my therapist uses has a very soothing décor. The walls are painted with a soft shade purple. A hint of lavender was in the air and a small water fountain trickled in the corner of the room. My therapist had a lamp covered with a red orange cloth which created a warm glow. To top things off soft music featuring a Latin guitar was playing. Are you relaxed now?
The massage table was in the center of the room. Two rails hung from the ceiling above the table. I got undressed and laid on the table under a sheet. My therapist came in and explained what she was going to do. She said she had washed her feet, just like hands being washed before a massage. How she explained and with me checking out her feet… Never mind. Then she sat on a stool at the head of the table and rubbed some scented oil on my traps with her feet. She wanted to start me out slow to get me used to the feeling of her feet on my body. I did not have the heart to tell her I have had foot massages on a certain place on my body so I was used to feet massaging me. Yes, I kept my foot fetish under warps.
As her feet rubbed my traps, I thought, forget the foot fetish stuff for a moment. This feels good! She apologized for her feet being rough from running. All I thought was your feet are rough now, if you massage me when they are soft… Oh! Somebody help me! Then she stood my back. Her heels and toes worked out so many knots in my back, I was a noodle when she finished.
While she walked on my back my therapist explained she held classes for couples and that barefoot massage or massage in general was a kind of sensual foreplay. Bing! The creative imagination of Jacques Gerard kicked in to gear. I thought what about an erotic short story about a Pro-ballplayer getting a barefoot massage from his lady massage therapist. After a sensual barefoot massage, he rewards her with a soft kisses on her toes along with slow licks on her soles. Which would lead…? See where I’m going? I told you I would get to the foot fetish part.
