Cassandra entered the small salon on Newbury street. There was no signage. No tacky large window where one could gape at the customers. Just a discreet sign on the door that read: "By Appointment Only" and a phone number. She checked the address on the card that Renee had given her to make sure it matched.
Before she could ring the bell, the door opened, and a small middle-aged asian woman greeted her.
"Good afternoon," she said in heavily accented english, "I'm Maliwan. You must be Dr. Cassandra. We have been expecting you. Please come in." She bowed slightly. Cassandra was amused by the decorum and entered with a heightened sense of curiosity.
The place felt more like a storied house than a salon. Cassandra hung her coat on the hooks next to several other coats. She sat on the bench and was about to remove her Christian Louboutin boots, but the matron quickly knelt before her.
"Please, allow me miss."
Cassandra smirked to herself. How familiar this was. Like one of her slaves demonstrating their obedience; except this woman merely removed her boots without the usual worship; no kissing; no licking. However, the reverence this woman had for her expensive footwear...that was very much aligned with her slaves.
She placed them next to a very well-maintained and sizable pair of black Khait leather knee boots with fur trim. Cassandra was struck with a moment of yearning. She wanted these. She wondered who they belonged to, and how she was going to get a pair. These looked way too large for her. She wondered about the Amazon that these must belong to. How big was she? Five-ten? At least. She made a mental note to have one of her slaves buy her a pair.
The carpet was unnaturally soft. Decadent. It reminded her of the carpeting in her office. She loved the feel of it on the soles of her feet. How different this was from the antiseptic and hollow salons she usually went to. This felt like an upscale bordello with its plush carpeting, dark wood, and mood lighting. Hardly the sterile environments she was used to for these services.
Cassandra followed the woman through a large set of double doors that slid open silently. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't this. The large room felt like a Victorian parlor, replete with a cozy fire smoldering in the roomy fireplace. Save for the fact that there were two large client chairs facing the fireplace, the room could have been a drawing room in the fanciest of english manors.
Maliwan guided her to the closest chair, where a pretty young Thai woman smiled brightly at her. Next to her another woman well into her own treatment. A very tall woman judging by her long muscular legs. So this is who owns those boots. She was wearing only a short spa gown that was failing in its duty to provide modesty, as a small gown on a large woman is want to do. Cassandra wondered if they forgot to offer her one. This gown appeared to have bunched up a little near her waist, and Cassandra was certain that the girl at her foot could look right up to her pussy. Cassandra was curious. The woman appeared to be sleeping, which Cassandra thought was a waste, seeing how her girl was giving a vigorous and deep foot massage. A warm towel covered her face and she heard her give a deep sigh in response to the deft hands that were working her foot. That foot. That incredible foot. Cassandra's mouth hung open.
Cassandra let out a little gasp when she saw the foot. The absolutely perfect foot of an angel. Pale; almost porcelain in quality. Muscular and quite large. Larger than nearly any woman's feet, but still deeply feminine. Toes that were begging to be sucked. Cassandra struggled to find a flaw. A toe out of proportion. A blemish. But there was none to be had. The nails had a lustrous finish but no color. Just a healthy glow. They...radiated...and the flicker of the fire added an almost super-natural quality to them. She began to hyper-fixate on that big toe. If she had to find fault; had to find something amiss, it would be that the big toe was slightly bulbous...but that only made her imagine what it would be like to have that toe penetrate her. She could imagine herself lowering herself on that toe while this woman slept, completely enthralled...
No...not sleeping. Just deeply, deeply relaxed.
She gestured to the reclining woman and spoke to Maliwan.
"Is there a gown for me to wear? Is this the custom here?"
Maliwan bowed slightly.
"Oh, Miss Penelope is here for other spa services as well. The gown is not necessary for your pedicure and massage.
Penelope. What an odd, old-fashioned name Cassandra thought. More suited for an aging dowinger or a minor Bronte character. Certainly not for this Amazon goddess. Hera, or perhaps Hecate...those would be names more suited. She wondered what she looked like under that towel covering her face. Her white hair would suggest someone older, but her body looked relatively young. As Cassandra took her seat she burned with curiosity about this woman with the stunning feet. Almost immediately her mind began to scheme of how she would hypnotically enslave this woman. It became a singular focus as she mentally ran through inductions that would be most effective in these circumstances.
Her scheming was interrupted by the sensation of warm oil being applied to her right foot and skilled hands working its way into the sole.
"My God that feels incredible!" she involuntarily shouted. Immediately she regretted her outburst, knowing it would disturb this stranger's respite. The regret was immediately belayed when it became her foray into conversation.
The woman giggled knowingly. "First time?" she said, lifting the towel off her mouth slightly so she could be heard. The woman's voice was wonderfully warm.
"Is it always like this?" Cassandra replied. "I may have found my new happy place." Cassandra stole a look at that mouth. Puffy lips. Soft. Begging to be kissed. Begging to find their place pressed deeply into her backside.
