This choice: "First you can give me a massage, then you can meet a superheroine friend..." • Go Back...Chapter #6"First you can give me a massage, then you ... by: Unknown "First you can give me a massage, then I will take you with me to meet some different superheroines before considering starting a life of crime." You grimace at the thought of being lagged into the headquarters of the Justice League. Wonder Woman beckons you closer. You begin to stand and inch towards her; "Lower." You look toward her shoulders and sigh. "Much Lower." You finally realize she intends for you to massage her leg. Once you lean your posture low enough when nearly at her feet; Wonder Woman deftly places one strong leg over your shoulder, bringing you to your knees at her feet in a display of impressive athleticism.
"I have been training in the Justice League headquarters all morning, then walked and even ran during afternoon; you will massage my feet." You gulp. "Hopefully the strong aroma and feeling of toiling at my feet will endow a measure of appreciation for honesty." You look down at her black leather footwear; a mix of roman strap and open-toe high-heels. Her fresh red painted toe-nails betray the apparent sweated and dilapidated footprint shaped perfectly inside. You look up at her slowly; suddenly quite aware of her Amazon-like stature. She raises one curved eyebrow sexily; you gulp audibly. She brings her legs together, placing one of her appetizing feet into your grip. "Unbuckle it, nice and slow." Wonder Woman orders with composure. You reluctantly run your hand over her leather footwear slowly, feeling the texture, reaching the top of the straps where her jeans begin. She realizes that your hands have stopped moving; "Let me." she says with a slight smirk at your sudden timid reaction. Wonder woman sumptuously runs her hands down her calf, reaching the bottom of her jeans; lifting them upwards a few inches, revealing more of her radiant and perfectly smooth skin. you begin to very carefully unbuckle, making contact with her calf and hands, you manage to release a few straps with a decidedly organic tap. As she inspects your efforts, some of her billowing black hair falls down onto your neck. You look up slightly and instantly spot her impressively shapely cleavage, before also seeing her elegant red lips intimately. You avert your eyes quickly, back to her footwear, releasing the other straps in a slightly quickened pace, until reaching Wonder Woman's ankle and foot. You gulp once again, seeing the impressive arch in her foot, perfect shape and some very subtle veins. With each strap your heart beat quickens, racing to see her insole of her heels and the sole of her seductive feet, but you maintain steady pace. After Wonder Woman's footwear is finally unstrapped, her foot clings slightly to the moist leather, a slight pop finally releases her foot; she sighs in relief slightly, flexing her toes. The first wave of a strong, cheesy, vinegary smell meets your olfactory senses; you realize she wasn't exaggerating about her feet smelling. They smell fantastic. You are also exposed to the incredible insole footprint in her right high-heel, wrought by sweat and coloured by dirt. As Wonder Woman flexes her ankle, you realize that between her toes and under her foot, on her arched soles rests a similar dirt hued residue. Diana laughs: "Even Superman won't go near my feet when they get like this!" you gulp with a sudden compulsion; "If it is the same to you, could you rest your soles on my face before I massage them?" Wonder Woman seems taken aback, even withdrawing her foot slightly, before averting her gaze and thinking seriously for a few moments. You can almost see her weigh up the fact that her feet go unappreciated awfully often. "I suppose the principle of worshiping my feet is the same..." "If you think you can stomach my feet in this... fragrant condition" Your heart skips a beat at the notion of smelling Wonder Woman's feet fresh from her footwear; without them deteriorating in aroma by touching anything other than your face. Diana bites her bottom lip very subtly. You position yourself under her, resting on your elbows. She lifts her bare foot, slowly over your face. You marvel at the impressive curvature and contours; fixated on the remarkable feet of the strong, full-bodied beauty. The ball of her foot centres your vision as she lowers it just above your face, finally planting her instep over your nose, ball of her foot into your eye-socket and finally, her toes over your eyebrow. Wonder Woman presses her foot onto your face quite firmly, you notice. The lack of clear vision you find, helps to focus your concentration. You finally begin to sample the incredible aroma; a brilliant cheesy pungency, mixed with more subtle and vinegary sweat. Each whiff reverberates the olfactory experience, an intoxicating aroma that transfixes you. You continue to take deep whiffs of her feet audibly, while Diana reflexively flexes her toes outward. Her toes stick slightly to your eyebrows; peeling off as she raises each one individually; to the feeling of air rushing around her soles, refreshing her foot. You realize how relaxed Wonder Woman has become, closing her eyes slightly to the sensation. You feel an almost euphoric sense; but are suddenly interrupted as she lifts her foot from your face with a slight audible cling being broken. "Oh - this is wrong." She begins... "Both of my feet should get to enjoy this." she laughs slightly, deftly pulling her jeans upward, then unbuckling her other high-heeled shoe, you hear a similarly delectable pop as her other foot is released from the sweated sole. Wonder Woman flexes both sets of toes, before lifting both incredible feet back above your face, slowly lowering both perfect soles down over you, blurring your vision as they approach; you manage to see the residue on her fresh sole, however. The olfactory effect is redoubled as Wonder Woman's feet are planted onto your face. You almost cough at the sheer intensity of both of Diana's feet, but stifle the urge by mind over matter; after all, you think - this opportunity is momentous. You take deep whiffs of the cheesy, vinegary, overwhelming aroma. Wonder Woman sighs in satisfaction quite audibly as you inhale, feeding into your own desire. You revel in the smooth skin of her feet and the gratifying texture with each pungent whiff. After a few more minutes, Diana slowly lifts her feet from your face, the skin from her feet peels from your own slightly, making a slight clammy resonance. Wonder Woman looks down towards your face and laughs slightly. You give her a quizzical glance, to which she responds; "Oh, the dirt from my soles has sort of adhered to your face - it's quite cute actually, but you'll have to wash it off before I take you to the Justice League." You blush slightly. Diana parts her legs reflexively, giving you room to sit upward again, you sit with a straightened posture, looking up at the more hospitable Wonder Woman. She lifts her impressively shaped leg and calf, planting her right foot into your waiting hands. You immediately begin to work around her heel, rubbing in circular motions with great care to slowly work away her tension. You stare intently at Diana's exquisite feet, too embarrassed to even glance at her eyes while you massage her feet. The smooth, supreme feet of Wonder Woman rest in your hands. "I hope you have considered your contempt for authority." You take both of Wonder Woman's feet, rubbing your thumbs over her insteps with care. She flexes her toes slightly to the pamper, sighing if only softly. You slowly begin to kneed the balls and toes of Diana's feet, intensely satisfied to serve an intricately beautiful goddess. You work over her feet with care and precision, but eventually even the best things end, as Wonder Woman withdraws her feet reluctantly, planting them gracefully back into her footwear. She chooses to press her authority slightly beyond the envelope; "Kiss my foot, once each should suffice." You comply unsurely, leaning down to Wonder Woman's divine feet and kissing both with reverence. She slowly re-straps her Roman strap leather high-heels over her feet; then stands above you, beckoning you to do the same.
Diana regains some composure then flicks her hair back; "Wash yourself up, and no detours." She motions to the staff only washroom near the back of the room, strutting over as her heels click against the floor, she slowly removes her denim jacket, gazing over to you with her steely blue eyes.
Wonder Woman flexes one leg into a pose of chic and poise; she stands on one leg with another pressed to the wall; while slinging her denim jacket over one shoulder. She watches you enter the washroom and awaits outside as you close the door. You gulp; walking towards the mirror; your face is covered in the sweat and dirt from Diana's divine feet. You decide to grab a water bottle and scrape the substance into an inch of water inside it, you think naively to yourself that perhaps you can sell it on E-bay, or better yet keep it. You wash up slightly, then stash the bottle and walk back across the tiled floor to the door; Wonder Woman beckons out to you on the other side with a laugh "You know, I know just which superheroine to introduce you to on the team..." You peer out of the washroom door "Do I have to?" you whine slightly, peering at her, bust height. Diana considers the leniency she has already extended you; "Yes..."
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