It is the last performance of the play Cinderella for the drama club at the University of Califoalnia, Los Ungulas, at the Cloudy Quartz campus theater located on the school's main campus. I bet you are wondering how two business students and one hospitality student got involved with the play Cinderella and the drama club.
To clarify who we are, I am Business Student and third football coach Justice Silverlight; the second student is Business Student and Head university cheerleader Emerald Luster and finally, Sports superstar and Hospitality student Anita Stormchaser. I and my two mares' live together off-campus at a townhouse complex six blocks down from the University of Califoalnia, Los Ungulas main campus. We have been friends since high school in San Dartmoor pony city in San Dartmoor Pony County in Cailfoalnia.
As the last scene of the play Cinderella come to its conclusion on the stage, dancing was Justice Silverlight and Emerald Luster. She was attired in a white lace Aire Barcelona balsam style wedding gown with a mermaid slit skirt and V-neck lace sleeveless top. On her magnificent pair of flawless and unblemished pearly purple eleven-and-one-third inch slender and elegant Egyptian shaped bare feet were the gold soled clear plastic pointed-toed slip-on stiletto pumps with four-inch heels.
As the spotlight stays on Justice and Emerald, following every movement they make, the clear plastic pumps she is wearing begins to develop condensation inside the shoes from the heat her bare feet are producing.
“My dear mare…please don’t remove your costume or shoes went the curtain closes," I whisper to Emerald as a smile formed on her snout and we continued our well choreographed routine in the center of the stage.
“(quietly giggle) I see you noticed that the clear plastic of my shoes is developing condensation from the heat of my bare feet from the spotlight," Emerald commented quietly as she knew I was going to ask her that.
"Indeed, my dear mare." I retorted as Emerald giggled quietly once again as we continued the dancing scene for the play.
"Well, let's meet in my dressing room, Justice. We should have half an hour before we attend the after-party at 'the repository .'That should give you plenty of time to lick the sweet sweat off my princess's slender, elegant, Egyptian shaped bare feet.” Emerald said welcoming as the scent of rose and lavender essential oil moisturizer rose to my nostrils from the bridge of Emerald’s foot by way of the heat from her feet.
(An hour after the curtain closed on the show)
In the dressing room of the theater Emerald Luster and I have our own private celebration after the curtain closed on the production of Cinderella. We told director Beatrice Flutter shy after the curtain closed, that we would join the after party at ‘the repository’ when we conclude our celebration. Bea told us to have fun with our own celebration but at least pop our heads into the after-party for a little while.
“Anita says she would be here in a little while, Emerald…she ordered us something to eat to be delivered to the theater and reassured me she has not removed her costume yet," I explained as I watched Emerald put a long piece of plastic tape around the soles of the clear plastic shoes making them waterproof as I asked her to.
"Well, there, Justice, I put that long piece of plastic tape around the soles of the clear plastic shoes without removing them. Would you mind telling me why I did it in the first place?" Emerald inquired. I watched as two inches of Emerald sweat collected inside the toe boxes of her clear plastic shoes.
“Ok Emerald that is perfect…can you carefully walks over to the sofa and sits down on it," I asked as Emerald shook her equine head and carefully made her way over to the sofa.
As Emerald carefully made her way over to the sofa, I pushed the coffee table to one side, allowing Emerald a clear path to the couch. As she got comfortable on the sofa in front of me, I floated the tray with the pitcher of apple cider onto the coffee table.
"Well, here I am, Justice; now, please tell me why you had me put the plastic tape around the soles of the clear plastic shoes. I don't understand." Emerald asked again as I gestured to her feet, and her sky-blue eyes blinked with surprise upon seeing through the clear plastic of the shoes.
"Huh! Oh, I see now…a four-inch pool of sweat collected in the toe box of my clear plastic shoes." Emerald realized as I carefully removed the clear plastic shoes from her feet, making sure I didn't lose one precious drop of her sweat inside the shoes. I set both of her clear plastic shoes on the tray next to the drinking glasses.
With her shoes removed left reveal was her very sweaty magnificent pair of flawless and unblemished pearly purple eleven-and-one-third inch slender and elegant Egyptian shaped bare feet. The arches on both her feet had a delicate curve accentuating the look of her feet. That led to smooth curved balls of her feet. Why the other ends of her arches lead into supple and soft round heels that accentuate the look of her slender and elegant Egyptian shaped bare feet?
Continue up to shapely toe stems that are topped with ten symmetrical shaped toes; each toenail of each toe is beautifully trimmed and shaped, painted with light yellow colored nail polish. On closer inspection of Emerald's feet, you could clearly see that her big toes were longer on her feet. Why the rest of her toes gracefully taper off her magnificent shaped feet at forty-five degrees downwards angle. The skin on the bottom of her feet was creamy soft to the touch, demonstrating how meticulously she took care of her feet with no hint of roughness or callousness anywhere upon her feet.
I cup the supple and smooth round heels of her feet in the palms of my hands and lifted them slowly to my snout as the sweat from her feet made my hands moist. The closer her feet got to my nostrils, the more intense the scent of rose and lavender essential oil moisturizer tickled my nose hair. Stress lines formed on her brow below her single ivory spiral horn in the center of her forehead as my flexible tongue appeared out of my mouth.
The moment the tip of my tongue touched the creamy soft skin on the bottom of her feet, a charge of electricity shot into her feet and up her legs, causing all ten of her symmetrical shaped toes to curl and splay reactivity. My gorgeous mare doubled over with laughter as my flexible and limber tongue carved a torturous path over her flawless and unblemished pearly purple, creamy soft skin on the bottom of her feet, licking up the sweat from every fold, crease and crevice that hid the sweet nectar.
Even though my gorgeous mare was in tears, she refused to pull away her magnificent pair of flawless and unblemished pearly purple eleven-and-one-third inch slender and elegant Egyptian shaped bare feet till I sucked up every precious drop of her sweat from her shapely toe stems that are topped with ten symmetrical shaped toes.
As Emerald gulped much-needed oxygen into her oxygen-deprived lungs, she looked toward the clear plastic shoes on the tray with four inches of sweat collected inside the toe boxes of the pumps. I reach for the clear plastic shoes and pour some apple cider into them, mixing it with Emerald's sweat. Then I lift it to my mouth, drinking the concoction right out of her shoes as a massive Cheshire cat smile form on Emerald's snout, enjoying watching me finish drinking the apple cider mixed with her sweat.
"No!!" Emerald shrieked as I wrapped my arm around her perfectly shaped ankles and tickled her super sensitized creamy soft skin on the bottom of her feet, causing Emerald to explode with maniacal laughter for a few seconds.
"That was no fair, my prince…But if I didn't love you like I did, I would be upset with this." Emerald said as she kneeled on the ground with me and hugged me, forgiving me for tickling her feet like that.
Emerald sits back on the sofa to recover from the intense foot tickling I did to her. The dressing room door is opened by Anita Stormchaser, attired in navy blue above the knee-length short-sleeve cape fit and flare dress; she was balancing a small pizza box on the tips of her fingers.
Why, on her magnificent pair of flawless and unblemished white ten-inch long slender and grand tapered bare feet with lovely red toenail polish were taupe colored high heel stiletto pumps with two-inch heels.
"You started the party without me!" Anita says, pretending to be mad about the festivity starting without her; she notices an exhausted Emerald sitting on the sofa barefooted and her clear plastic shoes on their sides on top of the tray.
"No worries, Anita; Emerald recorded everything on her cell phone camera for you. You can see the video later." I said reassuringly as Emerald held up her cell phone, and I meanly tickled Emerald's sensitive toe pads causing her to jump and yelp.
"Let me finish up with Emerald here. And you are next, Anita." I said; as the blood drained from Emerald's face, she discovered that she was bonded and her ankles were locked in a magical manacle.
"All right, Justice, I can wait," Anita commented as I brought Emerald's ten symmetrical shaped toes up to my mouth; her equine face was etched in desperation; I wrapped my lips around her first, second and third toes of both her feet in one quick movement I sucked on her toes cause her to moan and pass out.
After I lay my unconscious gorgeous pearly purple unicorn mare with fern green mane and tail on a nearby chaise lounge to allow her to recover.
I turned my attention toward my gorgeous-looking white pegasi mare with a Spanish blue mane and tail that had moved into Emerald’s position on the sofa. She was eager to have her own feet exploited as she dragged a round, gray fabric shoe ottoman from behind the couch and rested her shoes on top of it.
“(Softly laugh) well Anita, if you are that eager…How can I say no." I said as I walked back over to the sofa and kneeled on the ground in front of Anita's feet.
As I kneeled in front of Anita’s feet there was a soft, subtly sweet aroma wafting from her lower appendages. Curious, I started to sniff around the bridge of her feet; the more I inhaled, the strong the scent got till it filled my nostrils, and I figured out what it was. She rubbed the scent of her chamomile-scented infused moisturizer on her feet to keep them soft and supple. Wasting no time, I palmed both of Anita's pleasing athletic ankles in one hand and pulled the taupe colored high heel stiletto pumps with two-inch heels off her feet.
Sitting in one hand were her magnificent pair of flawless and unblemished white ten-inch long slender and grand tapered shaped bare feet. The arches on both her feet were delightfully curved, leading into a soft round ball of her foot. Why the other end of her arches led into supple curved heels.
Continue up to shapely toe stems topped with ten equally shaped toes; each toenail is beautifully trimmed and shaped painted with very lovely red colored nail polish. On closer inspection of Anita's feet, her two big toes were the longest on her feet. Why rest of her cute toes taper off the end of her feet very beautifully.
The richly soft milky white soles on the bottom of her feet were incredibly luscious with no hint of roughness or callousness; those richly soft milky white soles easily wrinkled went I ran one of my fingers down the entire length of her milky white soles. This caused my gorgeous-looking white pegasi mare to squeal and giggle as the sensations shot up her legs and exploded in her mind.
I could no longer resist the draw of her richly soft milky white soles in front of me. I palmed both of her supple curved heels in each hand and brought my flexible and limber tongue out. My tongue easily glides over her richly soft milky white soles licking up the sweat from every fold, crease and crevice that hides her sweet nectar. Anita frowned at me went I stopped licking up the sweat from her feet.
Anita's eyebrows shoot up in surprise went she notices me in deep contemplation staring at our friend and unconscious Emerald Luster lying on the chaise lounge. At that moment, I wondered which of my mares' feet was the smoothest on the soles. With that in mind, I floated the unconscious Emerald Luster back onto the sofa next to Anita. I rested her bare feet on the same ottoman next to Anita's feet; went I sat her up, she came too.
Emerald didn't make a fuss when she saw that Anita was also barefooted and knew right away that I wanted to test who had the smooth soles, her or Anita. With an approving smile from both of my mares, I transform the ottoman into a magically created set of stocks. With their ankles trapped in the holes of the magically created contraption.
I took the time to study their magnificent pair of flawless, unblemished, gorgeous bare feet sticking out the front of stocks.
I immediately noticed the disparate of my two mare's foot sizes one was large, and the other was small. On my right side were Emerald's eleven-and-a-half-inch long pearly purple large bare feet with light yellow toenail polish. On my left side were Anita's smaller ten-inch long white bare feet with very nice red toenail polish.
The size of their feet didn't matter to me; I loved the whole mare like these gorgeous mares deserved. I blinked with surprise; my two mares were having a casual conversation, eating the pizza Anita had brought with her. Even those whose highly susceptible bare feet were immobilized in the stocks right before me.
They noticed me looking at them from the corner of my two mare's eyes. They simultaneously giggled went they saw me, and on cue, both mares wiggled, curled and splayed their ten toes on their trapped feet, beckoning me to begin the test on their feet. Emerald gave a startled gasp when she felt my wet tongue glide up the sole of her foot, testing how smooth it was; I did this several times on both of Emerald's feet until it glistened with saliva. Anita gave a startled gasp when she felt my wet tongue glide up the sole of her foot, testing how smooth it was; I did this several times on both of Anita's feet until it was also glistening with saliva.
In the end, I told both my mares that their no way to really tell whose feet were smoother as both take meticulous care of them. With that, the magically created stocks spell expired, transforming back into the ottoman and freeing their ankles. At the same time, both my mares stood up and walked to either side of me.
Each kissed one of my cheeks before walking behind a folding screen to change out of their costume into their street clothing.
As I waited for my mares to finish changing their clothing with me already dressed, I finished the pizza; for some reason, the pizza tasted even better, with the taste of my mare's feet lingering on my tongue. Before long, my mares came out from behind the folding screen, wearing a mare's keyhole neck short-sleeve blouse and a mare's high-rise straight trousers.
I reel with astonishment the reason my mares had their toes nails nicely painted was that both wore mare's lancer heeled sandals with three-and-one-half-inch blocked heels. Those heeled sandals were peep-toed style shoes that accentuated the overall look of their foot shape and painted toes.
My willing mares allowed me to playfully chase them around the room, knowing they rarely left my sight with that style of shoes on their feet. Once I caught my mares, I led them back to the sofa with the ottoman in front. They sat down on the couch again and placed their sandals-clad feet on the ottoman, awaiting me to take their shoes off again.
What I did next surprised both of my mares. I removed just one of their shoes, and with that single barefoot exposed, I kissed them very lovingly and gently. Went I was done, Emerald and Anita gaped in stunned silence. They nodded their equine heads to each other and told each other one thing.
I watched as my two mares removed their other shoe and told me that they would walk to the after-party in their bare feet, allowing me to hear the soft but gentle pip-pops of their naked feet on the concrete path leading to café and once they arrive put them back on till the three of them leave the party. They will then remove their shoes once again and walk back to their townhouse barefooted, allowing me to hear the soft but gentle pip-pops of their naked feet on the concrete sidewalk going home.