It is a rare occurrence when I go on a business trip, especially when I am retired from the DaySpring Corporation and the former Chief Marketing Officer for the Dayspring Corporation. But it is even rarer when I go on a business trip with a drop-dead gorgeous light blue hybrid Alicorn mare with a center-parted crimson red mane and tail.
Her 5ft 6in superb equine figure was in a gray Le suit skirt suit. On her well-defined, long, athletic hybrid Alicorn legs were lace ultra-thin jet black thigh-high nylons. The knee-length hemline of her pencil skirt hid the stunning French lace detail on the welt of her lace ultra-thin jet-black thigh-high nylons.
As we move down, her long, athletic legs on her perfectly shaped and palatial long, narrow, light blue ten-inch long Egyptian-shaped perfect bare feet were black Liz Claiborne mare's Harvey stiletto heel pumps with a three-inch stiletto heel.
If you could see through the toe boxes of her shoes, you would notice that her two big toes are the longest on her feet. Why her other slender and magnificent toes slant downward at the perfect forty-five-degree angle, the ideal angle to accommodate the common-sized mare's shoes painted with violet purple toenail polish.
This hybrid Alicorn mare was Chief Marketing Officer for the Dayspring Corporation Blueberry Swirl Silverlight, the youngest daughter of the former Chief executive officer of the Dayspring Corporation Celestia Silverlight, her mother, and former Chief Marketing Officer for Dayspring Corporation Justice Silverlight, her father.
Who am I…I am a handsome-looking dark blue unicorn stallion with a short textured cut crimson red mane and tail. My 6ft 5in athletic equine figure was attired in a light brown slim-fit suit. Black lace-up dress shoes were on my twelve-inch-long, dark blue socked bare feet. I am former Chief Marketing Officer Justice Silverlight for the Dayspring Corporation, and husband to celestia as well as the father to this drop-dead gorgeous light blue hybrid Alicorn mare.
I went on this business trip to Las Pegasus with my younger daughter to introduce her to this long-time client for the Dayspring Corporation, Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee. I first met this earth pony mare when she ran the Tiny T Shoe store at a pedestrian mall four blocks from the University of Coltifornia, Los Ungulas. I worked for her as a sales pony, and Celestia worked for her as a cashier and Foot model during our college days.
Many years after graduating from college, we never knew what happened to Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee and the Tiny T Shoe store. Only when the Dayspring Corporation was invited to participate in the Advertising Conference did we discover what happened to Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee and Tiny T Shoe Store.
Business started to dry up at the pedestrian mall, so Sherry sold the Tiny T Shoe store to a new investor for quite a bit. With the bits she got for the Tiny T Shoe Store sale, she invests in a small resort and casino here in Las Pegasus. Now, she’s the owner of three hugely successful resorts and casinos.
"Papa, please…I agreed to the tickle test because you told me Ms Jubilee has a thing for mare's feet…I know allowing another pony to tickle torture your daughter’s sensitive feet is something you disapprove of…That is why I made certain conditions with her." I said reassuringly as we drove to the fated meeting at the Friesian Resort and Casino, the flagship resort and casino for Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee in Las Pegasus.
"It the conditions that got me concerned, daughter…Like I am the only one that you would let remove your heels and stockings, rendering your sensitive feet bare…and the second condition is I will stay with you in the pit while the tickle torture is being administered on my foal." I said as a concerned father as Blueberry nodded her equine head.
"I never told Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee that I am your daughter…I didn't want her to hold back the tickle torture on my feet…So please, Father, don't mention that I am your foal until the tickle torture ends." I pleaded with my father as we waited for the private elevator to arrive on the hotel lobby floor.
Watching Justice and Blueberry through the security cameras in her office was a splendid-looking pale yellow earth pony mare with moderate shoulder length crimson red mane and tail. Her 5ft 11in curvaceous equine figure was attired in a navy blue Le suit pantsuit. On her ten-inch long, longer, and narrow, very pale yellow Egyptian-shaped bare feet with spicy orange toenail polish were black Liz Claiborne mare's Faris block heel pumps with two-inch block heels.
If you could clearly see the very pale yellow barefeet in her heels, you would immediately notice that her two big toes were the longest on her feet and the remaining four smaller toes slant downward at roughly forty-five-degree angles easily accommodate standard mare's shoe sizes. This earth pony mare was Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee, the owner of Friesian Resort and Casino, plus two other resorts and casinos in Las Pegasus.
'There is more going on than simply Miss Blueberry's colleague. That hug Justice gave his colleague was more tender and loving, like a father hugging his foal. (Zooms in with the camera on Blueberry's face) Plus, she looks very familiar to me, like someone from my past. (Switch to a foot camera and zoom in on blueberry feet) Plus, those perfectly shaped and palatial long, narrow, light blue ten-inch long Egyptian-shaped bare feet also look very familiar. Sherry thought, watching Blueberry’s feet disappear into the private elevator that would bring them to her penthouse floor at the Friesian Resort and Casino.
It would take about forty-five minutes for the elevator car to ascend to the penthouse floor at the Friesian Resort and Casino. At that time, her father continued airing his reservation to his youngest daughter, Blueberry, whose tranquility was on full display when she calmly kissed him on his cheek.
“Papa, I completely understand; you’re feeling…How can I not? I know you want no harm to come to your foals as it should be…because you are my father. But Papa, I need your help with that….So?" I said in my soothing, calm voice as I gently slipped my nylon-clad barefoot out of my pump and asked him to kneel in front of me.
"Now Papa, even those I am your daughter…you know I don't allow just anyone full access to my susceptible feet…because of how horribly ticklish they are…as you hold my nylon-clad foot in your hand…I am not anxious about my ticklish foot being tickled…because I trust you." I said, remaining in my tranquility state as my father manipulated my horribly ticklish, perfectly shaped, and palatial, long, narrow, light blue, ten-inch long Egyptian barefoot inside my nylon.
"All right baby (Justice kiss her on her snout)…I will play along with you…But when we get done with this meeting…young lady, you will return to my hotel room; those pumps are coming off those horribly ticklish, perfectly shaped and palatial, long, narrow, light blue, ten-inch long Egyptian-shaped bare feet and are getting the worse tickle torture your father will give to his foal." Justice said in a veiled warning as my face pales, knowing that my father know so many ways to force a mare to scream out with laughter, and I am going to experience them all.
"Y-yes, papa," I said as my voice broke, knowing that what every Ms Jubilee was going to do to me would pale in comparison to my father's tickle torture as I slipped my nylon-clad foot back into my pump.
The private elevator pings on the penthouse floor of the Friesian Resort and Casino as my father and I step out of the car; we find ourselves standing in a large thirteen by twenty square foot office in the wall directly behind an espresso-colored double-pedestal desk where two large double-hung picture windows that frame five-shelf bookshelf. On the western side of the office was a small sitting area consisting of a gray Calvin Heights two-piece left-arm XL chaise sectional.
The oddest feature in the office was the forty-two-inch tall free-standing platform with a comfortable padded cushion for a pony to lie down on that was eighty-one inches long. On either end of the platform were two large half circles with some kind of rail.
Right below the large half circle on the head side was a large square metal box with two hoses attached to that half circle for pumping what looked like oxygen onto the platform for what purpose, I don't know. As we continued along the side of the platform, we came across a large screen that was turned off.
Next to the screen was some kind of numeric keypad for some unknown task. Our stomach knotted on the foot end of the platform was a half circle that had a set of padded foot stocks for trapping the barefeet of the victims. Right below the padded foot stocks was a large square metal box with numerous sliding doors of various sizes and hidden devices. My father reeled with astonishment when he noticed the gray upholster guest chair with arms nearby and an upholster curved padded footrest in front of it. An attached bench with sturdy wooden legs stuck out on the front side of the footrest.
'No, it can't be…is that the shoes changing footrest from the Tiny T Shoe Store?' Justice thought as my father made a beeline to the footrest to see and smell the furniture. He brought his nostril down and took a good sniff of fabric on the footrest as I looked on, flabbergasted by what my father was doing.
'It is! After all these years, I pick up the faint smell of Alicorn's mare barefeet lingering on the fabric. I guess the magic property of Alicorn leaves a scent when the bare skin of any part of their body touches it.' Justice thought as I was beside myself, wondering why my father smelled the footrest's fabric so intently.
Meanwhile, two hundred seventy-nine miles away in the desert city of Pasture Spring in Califoalnia in the warm sands neighborhood, laying on a light brown Byron Bay outdoor chaise lounge with novella cushion under an off-white Sunnydaze outdoor offset LED patio umbrella was breathtakingly gorgeous white with a hint of pink Alicorn mare with golden blonde mane and tail attired in summer sky blue ombre one piece swimsuit.
A tan-colored safari hat sat between her ears and behind her long spiral horn. Why, on her snout, sat a pair of gold-rimmed UV protection Aviator mare's sunglasses. She was also holding a book; on the armrest of outdoor chaise lounge was a tall glass of iced tea.
This Alicorn mare was the former Chief executive officer of the Dayspring Corporation, Celestia Silverlight, and the mother of Blueberry. As the camera pans down her long, shapely white with a hint of pink Alicorn legs, a moment later, the camera shines upon a pair of relatively large, long, full, thick, and plush white with a hint of pink, luxurious Greek-shaped bare feet with sexy, deep sets and high arches. These shapely, delicately rounded, not-too-long toes are the perfect length for her unassuming Alicorn-size feet. You could clearly see that her second toe was longer than her big toes. The balls of her feet were perfectly round and soft.
The perfect round, supple heels were just as smooth. The skin on the bottom of her feet was creamy soft as her feet didn't get rough or callous by walking around barefoot. She gently scrunches her toes down, causing her creamy soft soles to wrinkle, revealing all her perfect creases across her spacious white with a hint of pink creamy soft soles of her feet.
“Huh?!!” Celestia exclaimed as a sweet scent wafted off her bare feet on the end of the outdoor chaise lounge that began to fill her nostrils.
"Why? Is there a strong scent suddenly coming off my bare feet? As part of my normal morning routine, I didn't apply that much moisturizer on my feet this morning?" Celestia said, puzzled as the scents continued to come off her feet.
'Well, it's a good thing that my husband Justice is with our younger daughter on a business trip in Las Pegasus…The strong scent from my feet would attract him like a moth to a flame. With my feet out in the open, wearing my one-piece swimsuit like I am…I would find myself bonded and screaming in ticklish misery as he tickled my feet, arousing me from intense tickling.' Celestia thought as a slight blush appeared on her cheeks as she adjusted the patio umbrella with her unicorn telekinesis before returning to reading her book.
(Back in Las Pegasus)
"Justice, why are you smelling that piece of Furniture!" I called, bothered as I heard soft mares chuckling just before me. Sitting on top of her desk was Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee, attired in a navy blue Le suit pantsuit. Dangling off the pale yellow, five-slender, and perfect toes of her elevated foot was a single black Liz Claiborne mare's Faris block heel pump with two-inch block heels.
"Don't be too upset with Mr. Silverlight over their Miss Blueberry…In college, he worked for me at a shoe store….It was him and his girlfriend Celestia Borealis (I blink with surprise)…That footrest is from the same shoe store…but I didn't think it would still have the scent of Alicorn mare's barefeet on it after all these years." Sherry explained as I reeled with astonishment.
‘Mama…her Alicorn mare barefeet can still be on something her bare skin touch years ago.’ I thought as a sudden spurt of adrenaline coursed through my veins, learning something like that.
"If you are quite done, Justice! Could you escort Miss Blueberry over to that chair? So you can remove her pumps and stockings…so we may begin?" Sherry said as it snapped my father out of his train of thought.
My stiletto heels hesitantly click-clack over the Thames Hickory wire-brushed engineered hardwood floor of the large office; my hesitation in my footsteps only helped to cause my father's cobalt blue eyes to become haunted by some inner anxiety.
‘No!’ I thought, knowing my unwillingness to leave my scent of hybrid Alicorn mare's barefeet on something that would last for many years;.
I quickly summon up my courage, and the stiletto heels on my high heels pump click-clack with authority over the Thames Hickory wire-brushed engineered hardwood floor of the large office toward the chair and footrest so my heels and stockings can be removed, rendering my horribly ticklish perfectly shaped and palatial long narrow light blue ten-inch long Egyptian shaped bare feet nude.
At the time, I didn't know that the scene of me summoning up my courage and walking toward the chair and footrest would betray my ruse for Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee. At that moment, Sherry knew immediately that I was the daughter of Justice's girlfriend, Celestia Borealis. But still, that would not stop her from testing me and my father bond between us. I quickly sat on the chair and waited for my father to join me. When he did, I placed both my heeled feet on the footrest in front of me.
“Are you ready? Daughter?" Justice inquired in a hushed voice as he tickled the sides of his daughter’s perfectly shaped ankles with the tips of his fingers following the outer contours of her feet till he reached the top lines of her shoes where her toes began.
"Tee-hee…I am father." Blueberry replied in her hush voice as her father tickled the top of her foot through the ultra-thin jet-black thigh-high nylons she wore, sending a tingling sensation up her long hybrid Alicorn athletic legs that made her tremble.
“Miss Blueberry? If you would?”My father asked as I set my high-heel-clad feet on the ground and slipped my nylon-clad feet out of my shoes.
My father was collecting my removed pumps to set them aside so he could strip my ultra-thin jet-black thigh-high nylons from my feet, leaving me bare and ready for the tickle torture to proceed. A gentle, warm glow started to build on the delicate light blue flesh on the bottom of my feet as if they were anticipating my bare skin touching something.
As I rest my nylon-clad barefeet back on the footrest, a solid floral fragrant wafts off my perfectly shaped, palatial, narrow, light blue ten-inch long Egyptian-shaped nylon-clad bare feet. My father rests my robust, perfect heels in one of his hands.
Bringing them up to his nostrils, he buried his nose into the delicate nylon-clad light blue flesh on the bottom of my feet, inhaling the solid floral fragrance from my nylon-clad feet. Usually, I would be appalled at my father smelling my feet through the fabric because bare was better.