Sometime while thoroughly exploring her soles, you peek up at Erin, still floating in mid-air, watching you with affectionate attention. "Wow.. this is everything I had fantasized about! You… your feet, are everything I've wished for!" You kiss her big toes as she giggles.
"Everything?" Erin held back a laugh. "Don't forget that I'm a genie with magic powers! And that I pretty much know what you are going to wish for. I know your fantasies! But you need to ask me to do what you want. Whatever you wish! It's ok, go ahead… ask!" Erin smiled with a great deal of affection and compassion on her face.
It would be hard not to open up your darker fantasies to someone so compassionate, yet you have deeper desires that still struggle to break through your suppression. "I am so happy just to touch your feet! And that you're so happy to let me!" You blush, knowing you're not telling the full story.
"Come on!" Erin winked. "I know how much you liked that magician you saw in middle school. I know how excited you got when he sawed his assistant in half!"
A cold chill goes down your back. How did she know? That was a particularly embarrassing bit of arousal. You joked to your friends about how fake those feet looked in that box, yet you desperately wished they were for real, and that you could go up and inspect them yourself. You wanted to tickle them to see them wiggle and hear her laugh from the other box so far away. You wanted to open the boxes to see that she was truly divided in half. You also wanted to see if she could get out of the boxes while in two pieces and walk around. Most embarrassingly, you wanted to know if she could be magically cut into any number of living pieces. You turned beet red and looked shyly away.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you!" Erin withdrew her feet and came closer, putting her arm around you in a compassionate embrace. "It's ok… I like it! And more importantly, I can DO it!" She gives you a little squeeze.
You stare at her with a blank expression for a few moments, then fill with a flood of formerly represed ideas. "May I…"
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