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How Ashiatsu made me a better boy.
« on: October 28, 2010, 05:40:34 AM »
[hide]When I was a kid every day except for some weekends my parents arranged many babysitters for me from 3pm to 7pm. Over a period of 7 years between the ages of 4 to 11 I went through many different babysitters. This is a story about my favourite.


Her name was Nancy and she was in her late thirties. She was a part time masseuse and part time volleyball payer. She was a long time friend of my mother from college days and I often referred to her as Auntie Nancy. I remember everything that happened between us like it was only yesterday. She was very tall, about 5'11, brunette and had the most wonderful legs, long, shapely and toned. Best of all she had the most amazing feet, incredibly beautiful, strong and she always took care of them. They were the biggest feet I'd seen until I met one of Nancy's friends from her volleyball team, well you'll hear about that too. Nancy's height and her incredible body made for an Amazonian appearance. I don't know exactly but they must have been a size 12 or 13, they were just huge. She always had nail polish on and her toes looked very appealing. Even at that time I hadn't discovered my fascination I still thought she had beautiful feet.

She would show up at my house around 4pm and we would go into the living room where I did my homework, watched TV, etc and she would work on her own stuff. I wasn't sure what it was but I am assuming it was related to her massage therapy work. She would always sit on the couch and I usually sat on the carpet in front of her. She would cross her legs and one of her feet would dangle right next to me. She was very responsible and took good care of me. She would give me juice or cereal or make me a peanut butter sandwich, etc.

One day as I sat on the carpet next to her feet, she switched her legs and as her foot passed by my body it accidentally hit my shoulder. Oops, she looked down at me, sorry honey. She extended her leg and rubbed my shoulder with her foot for a few seconds. Didn't mean to hit you, she said. Oh it's okay, I smiled. But I realized that as her foot touched my shoulder it got me excited. I had no idea why and at that age I didn't have much thought process except I knew there was something about her feet that was attracting me & I guess the womanly aroma she had. I just felt like being close to her feet and I wanted her to touch me with her feet more.

I was a shy kid so obviously I couldn't tell her how I felt but I was a smart kid so the next few days I tried to plan how to get close to her feet and how I can create opportunities for her to put her feet on me.

The next day after that incident I was doing my homework again as she sat on the couch in the usual position. After a little while I sat up and leaned against the couch right next to her dangling foot and asked her,

"Auntie Nance" (edit: could easily be nonce for the sake of sick laughter)

"yeah?"

"Do you think I'm weird?"

"What? No, of course not? Why would I think you're weird?"

"Because I heard one of the girls at school saying that this boy in our class was a weirdo."

"Okay, did you find out why?"

"Well I know him & he's just a bit... um... he's a bit... errr."

"Does he arrive in the short bus?"

"No, he arrives with his mom, she's like you a bit?"

"How's that hon?"

"She's tall. Really pretty... I think she's like a supermodel or something but I... well I guess he is a little weird. He never talks to the other boys."

"I'm sure it's nothing sweetie, & you're definitely not weird, don't worry."

"Good because I want the girls to like me."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah. This one girl in the year above, Angela Sampson, she's hot."

"Hahaha, is that right? It's so funny to hear you talk like that."

"Well she is.... ... ... Nance?"

"Ha, yes, you have another question for me, go on counsel is in session."

"How will I know if a girl likes me or not?"

"Oh, we are not talking about that now. I have work to do... another night I promise."

"Okay."

As I turned my head towards her and looked up, her dangling foot happened to be just a few inches from my face. I could see her bright red painted toe nails right in front of my face.

Then she touched me with her foot.

"Do you have a girlfriend right now?"

She asked as she playfully tapped me on the head with her foot. Oh man, that felt wonderful but I didn't make my reaction obvious. I didn't say anything and just acted shy and giggled.

"Huh? No!?" I said.


"You sure you want one just yet young man? Lot of trouble you know."

"Well, I don't know. Angela's nice." Then I laughed, I don't know why. The thought of girls my own age kind of made me nervous. Nance was cool though.

"Haa, look at you all giggling now" she laughed again and pushed my head away with her foot.

I went back to my homework and that was that.

A couple of days later we were in the living room again and this time she was laying on the couch with her feet towards one end of the couch. As planned I was sitting my close to her feet and my head was just an inch away. After a little while I sighed out loud, "I am so tired."

"Too much homework?" she asked.

"Yes, too much!" and threw my head backwards which ended up on her feet. "Oh sorry," I quickly moved my head forward.

"Oh that's okay honey you can put your head there."

"Thanks", I said, "this homework is killing me."

"Well that works for us both because my feet are killing me." I put my head back again and rested it on her feet. And she casually started caressing the back of my head with her toes. It felt great.

"What homework are you working on, she asked."

"I'm doing sums... 8 plus 8? But I can only count to 10" I grumbled as I continued to enjoy her toes on the back of my head.

"That explains it," she said understandingly "here, how many toes do I have?" as she lifted her feet off my head and extended her long leg out so her foot was right over my face.

"One... two, three, four, five!" I said.

"And what about this foot?"
I laughed... "five... the same."

"Yes because more than five toes would be weird wouldn't it?"

"Hahaha yeah."

"And five plus five is?"

"Ten."

"And what about your hands?"

"Five & five... ten."

"That's right, so now, look at your fingers then look at my toes 10 plus ten is..."

"I don't know. It's called Tenty?"

"Oh almost! Twenty. T-wen-ty"

"Twenty."

"Great, so count to eight with me."
I counted out on my fingers. "One. Two Three... four five six seven eight."

"And now on my toes." And she stretched out her toes spreading considerably.

I really struggled to count eight because I was staring at her feet so much. Her crinkly soles that went so smooth when she stretched them out were an intoxicating sight to me.

"Now look, nine ten what's next?"

"Eleven"

"That's right, what's after eleven?"

"I don't know"

"Twelve.... then, thir-teen, four-teen, fif-teen so what's next?"

"Six... teen?"

"Yayyyyy! Well done!" And she rubbed her feet all over my head to mess up my hair & then tickled my neck with her toes Which made me laugh. Then she went back to her work and pressing her toes into my head absent mindedly.

After a few minutes I turned my head towards her and I felt the upper part of her foot on my left ear.

"You know Nancy," I said, "this feels so relaxing."

"What's that honey?" She moved her notepad away from her face and looked at me, listening now.

"The way you're rubbing my head, it feels so nice" I said, as I still felt the upper part of her foot on my ear.

"Well honey I am a masseuse, you know." she said smiling and moved her foot up and down against my head.

As she moved it up it slid against my head all the way up to the upper part of my head and then slid down over my ear again, went past my ear all the way down to my cheek and chin. It felt amazing. She moved it back to my ear and looked at me. "But you know I have rarely given anyone your age a massage with my feet." she said.

"I'd give you a massage with my hands but I have to finish this stuff." she said.

"Oh no, that's okay Auntie." I contiuned to rest my ear on her foot. "This feels nice so you don't have to use your hands." I looked at her, hoping she wouldn't make anything of it.

"Really?" she looked at me again and slid her foot up and down against my
head again and down my face this time as she touched my cheek, she held her foot there and asked me a no brainer of a question.

"You don't mind my feet touching you? Don't they smell?" She asked as she caressed my cheek with her toes.

"No Auntie Nancy, they smell nice, they feel really good, it's totally relaxing me" That wasn't exactly true, looking back at that time they were a little funky. Like warm chicken salad with a hint of Parmesan cheese.

"Hmmm... yeah well feet are just as good at massaging. Even better for some tasks. There is a form of massage that I took classes in a couple of years ago and it's done with feet."

"yeah?"

"Yes, it's called ashiatsu." She then gave me a curious but excited look.

Her eyes were wide and she was smiling. "And you know I haven't really tried to give anyone a massage with my feet since then, I'd forgotten all about it really. In fact, I'm consulting to a chain of health spas about additional forms of treatment. Ashiatsu is something that should really be more prolif, well it should be used more often. So it's something to consider."

She was talking to herself as much as to me.

"No one ever gave a massage to me before. With hands or feet. I think it's a good thing."

"Oh, well, I will give you some treatment then. And you're right. It's very good. I even do infant massage for boys and girls not much younger than you but I don't see why Ashiastu couldn't be of benefit to kids your age as long as it was done properly and with support from bars."

"Cool auntie"

"But first here, let me show you what I do with my hands..." and she took her foot off the side of my face which was disappointing at the time. She was moving around so I turned to look and she was getting up off the sofa.

She turned and bent over in front of me to put her work down on the ground. I will never forget what I saw. Looking down at her bare feet on the carpet and the red toenails contrasting against the dark blue. Looking up, her strong toned legs leading up to a sight that I was now seeing for the first time consciously of what it was that my eyes truly beheld... the most amazing ass anyone could ever hope to see. I saw it's perfect shape, her flowing skirt hugging her buttocks due to being crammed between her colossal glutes from where she'd been sitting down. It was a big ass. A giant round moon it was wider than my whole body. Bigger than me... and it looked absolutely amazing. I loved the way her ass looked and I felt something powerful move me from within just by looking at it. I had another focus, another point of reference for a woman being beautiful. And for some reason I wanted it, I wanted it on me. I wanted right then to be under it. I wanted to feel her big ass cover me, smother me, crush me.

I had no clue as to why I was feeling these things I just did and accepted my feelings. And as she turned back to me and I cast my eyes to the ceiling, soon closing as her professional hands guided me to lay down and I felt her magical hands send me into the gentle arms of morpheus. For even though I wasn't tired, having the boundless energy of all six year old, I could offer no resistance to sleep.








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Re: How Ashiatsu made me a better boy.
« Reply #1 on: October 28, 2010, 05:50:21 AM »
[hide]It was Thursday which meant just a flying visit from Nancy. A measly hour because mom often got home from work early on Thursdays for practice the day after. She got delayed sometimes but that was only if she got stuck in the rush hour traffic. I was filled with nervous excitement as I waited with my friends and my 2nd grade teacher for the ‘big lady in the big car’ as they called her.
 
The hulking great tank of a Chrysler with its blacked out windows pulled in slowly and saying goodbye to my buddies I went round to the passenger door. As I opened it my body filled with adrenalin and my heart rate went insane. Nancy was wearing a red sun dress with cleavage bursting out of the low neck. Her thighs and toned calves were shown off by the short dress. "Heyyyy! What's up little man?" She was all smiles, white teeth and red lips. I wanted to be small enough that I could just jump into her mouth.

I laughed. "Uh... the sky." I smiled.

She flipped up her shades up onto her head. "No, you know. What is up with you?" she smiled.“Good day at school?”
“It was okay. Phys.ed was hard though.”
“Oh, maybe you need a massage.”
“Mayyyybe.” I drawled in an extra childish way.
"Well let's get you home then. Come on, buckle up."

I immediately noticed her strong feminine feet. My god if only you could see them. No words could do justice to her feet alone. She saw me staring and followed my gaze down to her feet. I came to my senses before she could enquire and made a pre-emptive strike, "Nancy, why do you drive without shoes?"
"Oh, well all I have with me are my sneakers which are too hot in this weather and my flip flops. They're no good for driving in, they nearly killed me once.... so, massage it is, you ready for some more ashiatsu?
(For a second I tried to connect the word to my memory of it)
"Remember, using my feet on you?"
My mind was a sky high helium balloon which had just popped and burst into flame. I felt my stomach give way and I seemed to fall lower into the seat as I envisaged lying down and having Nancy's gorgeous big feet over me again.
“Er, oh, oh yeah... yeah I think so. I just forgot the name.” I said, somehow managing to sound normal.
“Good. I've been looking through my old notes and discs. There’s a few things I’d like to try actually so I can start advising these spas. You might help me become a very rich lady.”
“Cool Auntie.” And I knew right there that I was the luckiest boy in the world.
With regret I wrestled myself from the sight and looked back toward the dashboard. Not much going on there but I loved the way her car smelled: a mixture of upholstery, perfume, that air conditioning smell and a vanilla air freshener. I couldn't yet see out of the windows and unconsciously went back to looking at her feet. I liked them so much. The contrast between the red nail polish and her cream skin made me feel something more powerful than anything I'd known before. Energy and warmth grew somewhere deep within me. I got the sense it would fill my whole body. I liked that feeling. It needed some kind of release though. It was all building up almost to the point of discomfort. I knew even back then there must be a way to let it go. Get rid of it. Something good but no idea what it was.

Her right foot moved gracefully from the brake to the gas pedal, the car smoothly and powerfully set off pressing my back into the seat. And back off the gas, her foot hanging seductively in the air as we rolled forward and she lowered it pressing the ball of her foot down on the brake, down down... she didn't know it, but she was controlling more that just the car. Under her feet she held a power over me that I have felt ever since. I was grinding my own feet into the mat. It seemed to help, but I realised that in doing so I'd trod on my laces and they were undone. She pumped the pedals for what seemed like a long time. I would watch this every chance I got. The heat in my loins showing no sign of relenting. I bent forward to tie my laces but the car was all jerky. Stop go. Stop go went the car. The journey seemed to be taking forever. Again we came to a stop. She sighed and looked over at me, I averted my eyes in time to meet hers. "Honey this traffic is really heavy, it's driving me mad. How about we get some ice cream?"

"Aw yeah, that'd be great!" I smiled. She beamed back at me.

"Good. There's a big new mall just near here. I haven't checked it out properly but there's some places I want to see. A little time in there and the roads will be quiter." she said, justifying herself.

And that was it, all thoughts about her feet disappeared hearing the words ice and cream, somehow providing the mental equivalent of a cold shower. Well, actually I just loved ice cream. Yeah, at that time even more than I loved feet. A bit more deft footwork on those pedals and... "Okay champ we're here. Stay put, I'll come help you out, that's a long way down for you." He voice trailed off at she came round the front but I still heard most of what she was saying "... had the car cleaned so no bringing it back and I want to kill time but not all evening. So, listen up... they have 41 flavors at this place so save time so... (she opened the door) pick one now can you do that?" I wanted to say Aunties foot flavor because that's what I was thinking. I didn't think they'd have that though. The heat form outside hit me. Wow it was a hot day. I turned my legs with my hip so I could get out. "Hey let me get you-"
"I'm a big boy auntie, I can get down myself."
"Hey don't tell your mother what we're doing okay."
"I won't." Mom never lets me have ice cream... well, except for my birthday party. And christmas. Oh and when I've hurt myself, which okay, is roughly every time I go play with my friends. But other than that she doesn't let me have it ever, at all.
Nancy moved back and I stuck my head forward and got out of the car... "Whoha!" the last thing I saw was the ground coming up. I'd forgotten all about my shoelaces being untied.

...

My head hurt. That's the first thing I knew. The second thing was that I wasn't in school or the car... or where was, yeah... the mall. What happened? Oh yeah I remember. Shoelaces. I opened my eyes. The cool light from a lamp wasn't bright but it still hurt my eyes. "Owww."

"Oh thank god you're alright."
"Mom?"
"Hey pumpkin!" even with my eyes closed I knew she was crying. "Are you okay?"
"I... think so."
"Oh thank God thank God, I was so worried. Nancy said you tripped over your shoelaces?!"
"Yeah... we were going to, ow! It hurts to talk."
"Don't worry sweetie don't need to saying anything."
"uhuh."
"C'mere." She pulled me into her chest and hugged me so hard that it hurt. I might have groaned but my mouth was stuffed into her body. Something soft was all around me and it felt good, which was odd because it hurt at the same time. Ah she smells nice. I felt really safe. When she finally released me I could see there was a window and it had got dark outside. Hey, "Where am I mom?"
"You're in hospital angel. You took a nasty fall. You were unconscious." She hugged me again. I was absorbed into her big softness. I don't think I could breathe. Maybe she knew that because she let me go suddenly,

"Sorry, I'm not hurting you am I?"

"No mom, I'm..." whump! Back in the softness. Ow again, but it was a good kind of pain, really. After a few seconds she released me again. And I remembered what happened with the car. I mustn't tell mom, she hates Nancy's car. She should be here.

"Where's Nancy?"

"She's here, she just had to make a phonecall and they won't let people use cellphones in this area, she'll be back real soon. She's going to be so happy you're awake. She's been so upset."

"But I'm okay."

"Yeah, the doctor thinks so too, but your auntie, she's just beside herself. The doc is a nice man, he said that you're in shock and that your body wants to sleep while you get over the hurt from the fall. Here, drink this..." she handed me a cup. "Now, just wait right there I'll go tell them you're conscious."

"K mom." She dissappeared behind a curtain and I heard her footsteps moving away. I downed lifted the cup to my lips. With the first gulp it dawned on me how thirsty I was. With the second gulp the water was all gone and it dawned on me that I didn't have any ice cream. I remembered talking with auntie in the car. Damn. So much for being the luckiest boy in the world. I'd missed out on ice cream AND aunt Nancy's lovely feet. I could have cried... if I wasn't so tough and all.

I heard the footsteps. Flip clack click whack, flip whap flack smack. The sound of Nancy running in flip flops was easy to identify. I caught myself starting to smile and for some reason tried to look hurt and badly done to again. The curtain yanked back high into the air and Nancy burst in.

"Oh!" she squeaked.

Her long arms wrapped around me and she too crushed me into her chest. A lot harder than mom's chest and hurt more, again though, not enough for me to care. She was kissing my head through my hair. I turned my head and put my arm around her. Now I was looking down through the gap between her elbow and chest. Way below me and the bed were those feet. Hello friends! I thought. I couldn't help but smile. I felt the warmth again. I was glad I could still feel the warmth. It reassured me. I could just make out more footsteps, mom had caught up. "Can I still have icecream?"

"Hahaha! Of all the things you could say. Yes. Yes of course you can little one..."

"What did he say?" asked mom as she arrived at my bed.

"He's asking for icecream."

"Ha, naturally. He's got his priorities taken care of huh? That's all he ever wants when he's been in the wars, sugar. It's his cure for everything." Well, it seemed to help. I could hear more footsteps.

The doctor was a kind looking man. "Who do we have here... ah yes, our trainee stuntman." Mom and Nancy smiled down at him. He looked very short next to them. "Mind if I just check him over?"
"Sure." Mom and Nance moved out of the way.

"I'm okay mister."

"Call him Doctor honey." mom admonished.

"I'm okay Doctor honey."

"Oh very good. I'm sure you are but it doesn't hurt to check..."

"Ow!"

"Well, maybe it does... You took a big fall for a little guy. Hope mommy didn't drop you.." he turned round to smile at my mom, "that's a long way down."

"Volleyball and basketball, respectively." said mom pointing to herself and Nancy."

"I tripped over my shoelaces." I said.

"Oh dear, well, you're going to live I can tell you that much already. But ah, just look right ahead for me please I'm going to shine this light in your eyes okay?" I nodded at him. The doc shone the light and did a few other checks but they were over fairly quick.

I felt around where my pain was and found a big lump on my head and a cut. Mom stepped in and moved my hand away. "Don't mess with it, you'll pull it off."

"He's fine. All clear but in for 1 night of observation I'm afraid." said the Doc to mom.

"Pull what off?" I said, "What's this up here?"

"The glue!" said the smiling Doc dramatically.

"Glue!?"

It was mom's turn to mess with me. "Yep, your head came off, but Nancy found it, brought it here and a nurse glued it back on." mom said smiling at Nancy.

"That's almost accurate" said the Doc. He leaned in conspiratorially and whispered "There's glue just holding a cut together. Nothing to worry about. But if your head does fall off, try and bring it to us as soon as you can."

"I will! So, I'm all better? Can I go now mister-"

"Doctor"

"I mean Doctor? Because I want ice cream."

"Sorry young man. You're going to be staying in here but hopefully just for one night. We have to make sure you're okay. Head injuries are, tricky. You should be able to go home tomorrow providing you don't pick at your scar and you keep your shoelaces tied."

"Awww..."

"One night is all tiger."

"But-"

"And because the children's ward is full the nice Doctor says I can stay with you and then Nancy's going to be with you all day tomorrow. No doubt giving you enough icecream to make you sick all over again."

"Okay mom."

"Mrs. Hodge I'll leave you with him. He has no signs of any severe injury. He just took a knock. I'll be on ward 9 just through there and follow the signs if you need anything. If that glue fails and his head does fall off just hit that red button there." he smiled.

"Ha, I will, thank you so much doctor."

"Thanks doctor."

"Bye mister!"

"Goodbye little mister."

Mister doc left. We were all smiling.

"Hospitals are fun aren't they mom."

"Erm, they can be but most of the time, well, never mind. Now, you're going to bed and Nancy's going to go so--"

"Carmen, I'll stay. You won't do yourself any good being here tonight. I'll stay with him. You go home and get rested for tomorrow."

"Oh Nancy are you sure."

"Yes."

"That would be so great of you. Honey, that okay with you? Aunt Nancy staying here instead of me?"

"Yeah, but I can definitely have icecream."

"Yes."

"And what about my massage? Can I still have that?" I asked Nancy.

"Well, not tonight but yes, in fact tomorrow you can have lots. You might not be going to school for a couple of days so I'm going to stay and look after you. I just called in to arrange the time off so your mom goes to practice."

"Cool! Can I still have ass... ass..." mom's eyes went wide. "assy at soo?"

"haha Sure baby."

"What's that he said?"

"Ashiatsu... a type of massage from the far east. It's either a new fad or the most effective deep tissue massage therapy in the world."

"Oh! That's what you've been working on."

"Yeah. I'm revising my studies into a report and this one's been my test subject.""

"Well I've heard of shiatsu, but isn't he a bit young for all... that stuff?" said mom making a karate chopping motion with her hands."

"No, this is ashiatsu, ashi means foot in Japanese, tsu is pressure. The feet are employed instead of hands using the benefits of the shape of the foot. It can be deeper and it can be much softer. People I've called about it swear by the treatment but it's not as widespread as regular massage so there's a real niche out there."

"Ah yeah I've seen that, where you walk on people, but wouldn't you crush him?"

"No not at all, it can be done seated, standing one footed and usually with overhead bars for support."

"Ha, that's okay then. No offence, I wasn't saying you were-"

"I know you weren't. Anyway, he's very good and he gives great feedback."

"Wow, I'm amazed you found a use for him besides being a crash test dummy."

"Ha,"

"Aw mom" I moaned.

"Well look at you. It's every week with you."

"Is not."
"Is too" argued mom, sticking her tongue out at me.
"Not."

"Look, I'm just glad you're okay. Come on give mommy a hug, I'm going to leave you with your auntie." she smiled.

"K mom." She leaned down and wrapped me inside that big softness once again.

My ears were wrapped up in mom's chest but I could just hear what she said.

"Hey thanks for doing this Nancy you know I can't miss tomorrow's practice."

"No trouble at all. It'll give me chance to read more of my old notes."

"He's been so well behaved lately, thank you for whatever you're doing."

"It's the ashiatsu massage, it calms him down."

"Yeah, the ashiatsu, so er, is it profitable then?"

"Oh yeah, even more than regular hand massage. Look, I know you need flexible work, you should let me teach you."

"You'd do that?"

"For sure. Feet like ours, we'll get lods of work. Hopefully I'll get the finance to open up a spa of my own or just teach it and license it out. Maybe even get some of the teams in on it, you never know, it depends how much of a programme I can put together."

"The girls would love that. These banks have screwed up all our cashflow. I have to ask, how profitable?"

"Treatments start at 60 dollars and go up to 200, just for like, 90 minutes."

"Ffff... wow, that's amazing. How long would it take to learn."

"Erm... I guess not that long. I mean you master it over a lifetime, I learn something new every time. I'll teach you all the basics. It's really straightforward, no weight on the spine, toes for the intercostal muscles, the balls of the feet for shoulders and back, instep and outstep for arms and legs. You'll pick it up."

"That's just wonderful. It could really help me out."

"No problem."

"Well, even though he's not feeling great do make sure this little monkey is grateful to be getting such valuable treatment for free."

"Oh he knows. Anyway ashiatsu is going to make him a better boy."

Mom released me from the softness. I was sleepy now but hearing mom and auntie talk was bringing the warmth back.

"You hear that? I hope you'll be grateful to Nancy for her time tomorrow."

"I will be mom."
"Nancy, you are a saviour. Thank you so much. See you tomorrow."

"See ya Carms."

"Bye you. Be good for Nancy and remember... you say please and thank you."

"Alright mom." I said, getting impaitient. 

Mom drew the curtain around us. I looked around me. The bed next to mine was empty with some blankets on it. 

"Are you sleeping there."

"Yep, crazy huh? Sleeping in a hospital."

"Yeah, I feel really wierd, being here."

"How come? You okay?"

"yeah, but normally I'm at home and trying to be good for mom so she lets me stay up."

"Nancy... can I have some juice, I'm really thirsty."

"Yes honey, I'll go get you some but before I go are you really sure you're okay?"

"yeah really, I'm fine."

"You had me so scared. You fell so hard, it happened so quickly, I couldn't do anything." Wow, I could see she'd been hiding how much she felt about this. I like that she cares for me so much. It's like I have two moms.

"I feel good, really, just missed the icecream that's all." I smiled back at her and she kept looking at me for a moment, nodding slightly.

"I'll take care of that tomorrow. Okay." She let out a long breath of air. "I just feel so bad. That you covered for me like that. I'm really happy you did though but-"

"What do you mean auntie?" Covered? I was lost.

"Well I didn't dare tell your mother where you fell from, she'd kill me if she knew it was from the car."

"Oh, she doesn't like it does she."

"No not at all. Always telling me it's unsafe, too big. How I might as well drive a tank."

"Ha, yeah, but Auntie it was my fault really wasn't it."

"No... No it defintely wasn't, I should have insisted on helping you down. So thanks for not saying anything,
I'm going to reward you for that." 

"...you don't have to. I just want some juice."

"Yeah, juice, sorry, there's me covering my own ass, butt I said butt... but I'm just so glad you're okay. Alright?" She'd caught herself but not in time, ass was a grown up word for butt. And I like butts. Almost in the same way I like feet. I don't know why, women's butts, feet. The big sof'ness like mom has. I like it all so much. I pretend not to like girls at school sometimes but that's all an act. I love girls. Especially feet legs butts and softness. Girls are awesome. I should have left it there, but I'm a kid, sue me.

"You said ass."

"Yeah I did. And it's not a word that people would want to hear from a boy your age."

"Okay... Juice please."

"On its way." and she hopped out through the gap in the curtain while I blinked like a ninja.
While she was away I thought about grown ups and their funny ways. It was late, I wasn't used to being with auntie so long on a Thursday and usually I'd be going to bed soon. There were thoughts in my mind, an inescapable moving image involving feet and their distinctive smell.
Flip flop flip clop flip clack, the curtain sounded, "Here, it's all they had." *pPsSSoOFFF!* she opened the can and handed it to me. Some of the fizzy liquid splashed on me.
"Sorry, it came from a vending machine."
"That's okay." It tasted funny. I turned my head to read the can.
"Mon, monster? Monster!? Wow, I'm not allowed this."
"What? How come."  I took another long drink to quench my thirst.
"Let me see that." she grabbed the can back from me. "Oh that's just great, now you'll be up all night."
"Well, thanks still, I've always wanted to try this stuff."
"You know it doesn't matter, I can think of a few ways to help you sleep."
"Massage?"
"That's right, come on, let's put these pillows and blankets down on the floor."







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Re: How Ashiatsu made me a better boy.
« Reply #2 on: October 28, 2010, 05:52:36 AM »
[hide]Nance's feet were really comforting, even though I had a huge amount of the energy drink I was getting so relaxed I was getting sleepy. The hospital gown I was wearing, though unfamiliar & odd was very comfortable. Then Nancy said something that really woke me up: "What a shame your head is injured, I can't massage your scalp now."

Hearing her sound so dissapointed I realized that she wanted to use her feet on my head. That was a great thought & it made me feel really good. Down below my waist a fire started to burn & warm my loins considerably. It was a heat that then became a blazing furnace as she casually announced, "Turn & lay on your back then, I guess I'll only be able to use my feet on your face."

Now the fire had spread to my brain & the idea of sleeping was incinerated.

As I rose to get onto my back I became aware that my willy had become very hard. For some reason I felt I should not let her see this new development & kept my back to her so as I got on the floor my head was right in front of her feet. She immediately lifted them both up, placed her big toes on my temples & applying a little pressure she began to massage me with small circular motions. The big pads of each toe fitting perfectly in my temples. My head being gently rocked up & down with the movement was both slightly painful as she was still agitating my injury & it was very comforting.

Then I felt both sides of my head being grasped as though in a vice as she moved the ball of each foot over where her toes had been.

"Is that okay baby or am I hurting you?" she gently said.

"No auntie, that feels good. You're really great at ass, ass, asshy..."

"Ashiatsu... Hahahaha! That reminds me it was so funny earlier when you were trying to say it the first time, do you remember?"

"No, what did I say that was funny?"

You were trying to say ashiatsu in front of mummy & you kept saying ass like just then, which as you know means butt. Your mommy looked freaked out for a second when you asked for ass."

"oh I get it yeah that's funny." I hadn't made the connection at all.

"I mean can you imagine a butt pressure massage?" she laughed again.

The really funny thing is that I was already imagining it.

"My big butt grinding down on you, ha you'd be squashed flat like a pan..."

"cake Nancy, you mean a pancake!" I offered excitedly. I was thrilled that for once I was able to finish off a grown up's sentance. Nancy stopped massaging me, her feet held gripped to my head totally still & so much that it was hurting.

"er yeah, a pancake..."


... A two second pause, I guess it was my turn to speak. "erm auntie? Heh? Are you okay?"

"Yeah..."

"You've stopped massaging me."

"oh..." and she started up again but it didn't feel the same. Like she was just going through the motions. In fact it felt no good at all, I didn't understand, it was the same motion but not the same feeling. Weird. And painful now. I had to get her to stop & was about to reluctantly ask her for a break when she beat me to it.

"Sorry hun, I have to go use the restroom. I must have a wee. I'll be right back."

"Oh-hokay" I giggled & smiled as she put her flip flops on. I found it funny & also kinda odd that she told me she was going to wee. She'd never even said the word wee to me like that before. She was acting really strange. As I watched her leave for the restroom it occurred to me that I needed to wee too. All that Monster drink was busting to come out. I got to my feet & hurried off after her.

As I turned out of the door & down the corridor I saw the door to the Women's room closing slowly. The Men's door was right next to it. To my dismay there was no little urinal at the height I could reach so I had to use one of the cubicles. I was about half way through peeing when I heard a woman's voice from somewhere above me, she sounded like she was crying.

I aimed my stream of fluorescent piss at the side of the bowl so I could listen properly. It was Nancy's voice & it was coming through a ventilation grill high up in the wall by the ceiling. I'd never heard anything like it in my life. It was like a suppressed singing. Yeah, I think she was singing or something but it sounded really odd & it made me feel strange, like it was something I shouldn't have heard. Eventually I stopped peeing. I went to wash my hands but I could hardly reach the sink even on my tiptoes so I did the polite thing & wiped my hands on my crappy hospital pyjamas.

Back waiting by the bed I was looking for something to do. I picked up one of Nancy's flip flops. I don't know why but I raised them to my nose & took a whiff.

There was a jolt in my body as my dick sprang to attention. The slightly acidic & musky scent of her womanliness caused me great arousal. I knew it was her smell now that drive me wild. Her feet were sending out a powerful signal that my body was programmed to respond to. I liked being under her feet because I liked that power. I wanted to tell Nancy thus but somehow I didn't need to.

I heard her footsteps heading back and resumed my position on the floor..






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Excellent and very breathtaking  bro....thanks a lot...

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Excellent and very breathtaking  bro....thanks a lot...


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