Princess: His voice sounded low and sweet in her ears. It sounded hushed and I liked it when he spoke. "Yes, they have pained me a great deal all day." He sat down beside my bare feet. I knew I should not have called him hear like this. If anyone found out he would be in much trouble and I would also get a talking to. Being alone in this condition was forbidden, especially with one of my male attendants. He looked for a long moment at my bare feet. I started to feel shy. One of my feet slowly began to retreat away from him. Oh god what was I thinking asking him to come?
Slave: I caught her sweet and delicate foot in my hand as it tried to escape, and pulled it close to me. We shared a brief look. I took my linen soaked with hot water and began to wrap it around her foot. Her foot and ankle relaxed slightly. She was impossibly sexy. It was very difficult to act like I didn't want her. Just breathe, play it cool, I tell myself. I take each foot and clean them well with my lined. She was beautiful. Her toenails where well-groomed and shell pink. Her skin was soft to the touch, her ankle slender. She had beautiful golden toe rings wrapped around her toes with a small anklet with the stars and moon on it. I poured the scented oil on my palms and rubbed them against each other. The scent of roses began to fill my nostrils. I took a single foot in my hands and gently started to rub my fingertips against her skin. I was surprised when she sighed deeply and closed her eyes. How I would love for that cheek to rest on my chest like that after we made love. I would surely give her something to sigh about. I press my fingers more firmly into the soles of her foot from the heel toward her toes. Her eyebrows came together in a look of distress. "Did I hurt you princess?"
Princess: "No no. There is where it has pained me." He seemed an expert at this. I wonder how many women he has been with before he was taken in the war as a slave. He was rumored to be a great soldier before. There must have been many women. She looked at him now, he slowly raised his gaze from her foot, to her ankle, to somewhere between her legs where it paused. His luscious lips parted and I could feel a sharp exhale breathed on my skin. There was a dull throb between my legs. Was that a look of longing? I blinked and when I looked again his eyes were firmly on my feet. Maybe I had only imagined it after all. His hands were thick and large. They swallowed one foot and the other. He found a rhythm and began pressing and squeezing each foot. It felt like a giant weight had been lifted from me. I felt soothed and at peace as his warm fingers danced over my skin. Every once in a while, they would brush past my ankle and it would make me jump a little.
