DISCLAIMER
This is a romantic adult erotic story with fictional characters and plot, targeted at fingernail fetish readers. If extremely long fingernails and/or toenails gross you out, then you're in the wrong place.
'Dream chasers - The First Dream'
by V. Tarransky
Nov 2022
...And then: The First Dream
I watched her fall asleep. It was pretty hard to stay awake, I've felt drifting and almost lost myself to sleep twice, but this time I was supposed to stay awake and watch her until her eyes' rapid movements would tell me that she is dreaming. Then I would whisper to her
'Is this a dream?'
every other minute.
She fell asleep pretty quickly, I've noticed her breath pattern change. She was lying halfway between on her side and and on her stomach, facing me with a leg and arm propped on her rolled blanket in a voluminous snake-like shape, like hugging it. I was sitting naked next to her, propped up against pillows doing my best to not fall asleep and keep my attention on her. A very... boring task, waiting for clues indicative of REM sleep from her. Very prone to losing focus and attention.
I saw her toenails' transparent growth shine in the incomplete darkness of the room. Too beautiful for words, she was very protective of them, almost always wearing those colorful socks, hiding them from my eyes. I thought it would be a shame to spoil them with color.
She also made it very clear that she could not let them grow any longer, wearing shoes was already quite uncomfortable and then her walking and, obviously, the toenails themselves would have to suffer if she continued to let them grow.
"I
will
have to cut them off soon," she said the evening before, after I finished the 'restoration' of her pinky, while we were hanging out on the sofa at her place, which she seemed to favor over mine, probably because of her 'clean freak' nature and the consequent need to have territorial absolute hygiene control.
"And I don't want to just trim them, I want all the growth... cut. And
kept. Preserved."
"Why?"
"Because... I don't know, because... I feel like I need to. I don't want to...
lose...
any...
growth."
"Yeah, but still... why?"
She rolled her eyes. "Because I'm too weird to understand it myself and explain it to you? I
don't
know, you know that!"
"Okay-okay..." I backed down.
She sighed. "Sorry... I know I can get...
defensive
about that."
"It's okay... don't worry, you know I'm so curious trying to understand it and I get carried away. Never mind... one day it will come to you. And you will tell me, okay?"
She nodded and smiled at me. "It's so weird, even to me, enough that I am... avoiding thinking about it. I guess that's why I'm getting touchy every time you bring it up."
"No need to get touchy with me, Helen. You know that."
"Yeah, but... it's a... it's a...
reflex,
it's hard to... control it."
"I know, I know... it's okay. Add them to your collection, then", I smiled. "By the way, you haven't shown it to me yet."
"Yes, I'll have to bring it from home, it wasn't part of the essentials for the move."
"Want me to go with you and get it?" I offered.
A satisfied grin took over her face.
"Do
you
want to come with me and get it?" she countered and looked at me.
"Of course... aren't you my girlfriend? Lover maybe? 'Pleasure girl' in any case" I laughed.
Her grin disappeared instantly. Her face looked horrified. My laugh stopped and my smile vanished.
"You
know
I said it as a joke, right?" Her expression was turning to disgust. "Helen, I'm-, I'm-, I'm sorry, I... don't know what came over me, I-, I-, I shouldn't have said that."
A few seconds later, still dead serious, she picked it up.
"No, you shouldn't have." She paused for a few seconds, looking hurt and trying to find her words. "It's... basically... the other way around.
You
are
my
'pleasure boy'!" she started laughing.
"Oooh, you're going to pay for this!" I raised and shook a finger at her.
"Oh, yeah? ...How?" she dared me.
"I... don't... know! ...maybe one day... you'll have your... impossibly,
immobilizing
long nails. And you're going to need help with... something. Anything.
Everything.
And I'm going to... take my time... being helpful. I will watch you struggle first."
"No, you won't!" she laughed at me "You won't be able to resist me and my nails. You will be under my spell. And in - my - power... Mmmuha - ha - ha - ha - ha!..." she concluded with an extremely funny evil laugh and expression on her face, doing the familiar finger wiggle but downwards like to allow space for gigantic fingernails at the tips of her fingers.
I couldn't help but smile. "We'll see about that."
"Oh, I'm sooo looking forward to 'seeing about that'..." she added and placed one colorfully-dressed foot in my lap in an obviously seductive manner, wiggling her toes under the cover of her sock, fully aware of that was doing to me. She was seated in the corner of the sofa facing me from my left, resting her other foot on my thigh.
"...Or..." I continued "...I could also exercise my... right... of control over the length of your nails and
forbid
you to trim your toenails."
She looked at me in shock. Then she promptly took away the foot that was in my lap and set it next to her other foot, looking concerned at her toenails through her colorful socks. Then back at me.
"What?... You...
gave
me that...
privilege"
I argued.
"You!... You... wouldn't!..." she looked at me smiling with guilt, realizing her predicament.
"But... I could. And I will" I smiled back, waving my eyebrows the same way she used to do.
The smile faded from her face and her sight moved again to her feet, while she was still sitting on the sofa with her feet resting on my left thigh.
"Let's see..." I took her left foot and placed it back in my lap and gently started to remove her sock. "These won't be of any use to you for much longer" I added matter-of-factly, handing her the sock. Her foot was now bare, exposing her beautiful clear pedicure with toenails extending outwards as long as the nailbeds on her toes.
"How about...
this
long?" I asked and indicated a length of about six inches from the tip of her toes, while caressing her foot with my other hand.
She looked at me with horror.
"Just kidding..." I lowered my hand to about two or three inches from the tip of the big toe.
"This
long?" I probed for her reaction.
"But-...! That's-...! ...That's-...!" she was looking for words to express her concerns about the implications.
"...gonna make things difficult for you, isn't it?" I took over her sentence and gave wording to what was in her head. "I warned you. But you wanted it... how did you say it?...
'put into practice'
if memory serves me?"
"Do you want me to get even fatter?" she countered after a few seconds, the time it took her to find some argument against my reasoning. "Because if I'm not going to be able to walk and move properly then it will be impossible for me to lose at least
some
