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Tips 'n Toes: And Then There Was Chrissy
by CCSondra
I need to set the stage for this next installment by telling you some of
the general things that were happening in my life. Only then does my
relationship with Chrissy make any sense.
I've mentioned before, there was nothing sexual going on between mom,
her girlfriends, and me, but that didn't mean that is wasn't extremely
sensual. Mom, loved men, but she was really enjoying the growing sense
of control she had over me. I wasn't a perfect sissy back then, and to
be honest I'm still not. I behaved like a normal kid from Brooklyn most
of the time. In fact mom would go to most of the sports stuff I was
involved in, and whenever we met Rose, or Phyliss they treated me like
anyone else, except for a waggle of their fingers, and a little smile
that reminded me of the service I provided for them.
I continued to do mom's nails for a long time, and she continued to
paint my toes as well. Periodically one of "the girls" came by and I
got to touch their feet and paint their nails, and "endure" their
comments about what a sweet boy I was, and how glad they were that I was
learning to serve women at such an early age.
They joked about my making some women a wonderful hubby, and they all
agreed, mom included, that I needed to learn to cook, and clean, and
sew. I of course blushed, and complained, but it did no good...my
course was set. I was being trained for a life of service, and
submission to women, and while mom and her friends started me down this
path (I am so grateful to them) it was Chrissy who began to make what
they were trying to teach me, an integral part of my heart and mind.
With that as background I would like to introduce you to Chrissy in a
bit more detail than before, and tell you the part she played in my
journey toward being a submissive sissy. I mentioned that I really had
a thing for Chrissy. What I didn't mention is that she got all of the
best genetic material possible from both her mother (Phyliss) and her
grandmother (Rose). They were beautiful women, and if possible Chrissy
was even more beautiful... she was a stunner!
Where Rose and Phyliss had that wonderful honey blonde hair, Chrissy's
hair was almost black. It was so thick and shiny, and it hung down to
the middle of her back; it almost screamed for someone to caress it.
Combine that with the same beautiful, almond shaped eyes that Rose had,
only Chrissy's were that almost unnatural blue, her lips, which were
like a cupid's bow, having that natural rose color without the need for
any lipstick, and a beautiful, almost silky olive complexion, and you
had a girl to die for. Just her face, like Helen's, could have "shaken
the very towers of Illium". But it was not just her face that made
Chrissy soooooo sexy.
Chrissy had that firm, fit, body young women seem to naturally flaunt
without even being aware that they are doing so. Her breasts were
perfect, her stomach flat, her hips and rear slim but all female, and
her legs were so long and perfectly shaped. Chrissy was exceptionally
beautiful, and all I wanted was to be with her.
I remember the first time I did her nails for her. This was about a
year after the last installment ended, and she decided to come to my
place. When she walked in she gave me a big smile, a little kiss on the
cheek, and then she took my hand and led me to the kitchen table where
all of my tools were laid out. Instead of sitting down I just stood
there and stared at Chrissy. I couldn't speak! I couldn't move! All I
could do was stare, and Chrissy just smiled that incredible smile that
only women can manage...you know, the one that seems to say they knew
everything that was going on in the mind of a male.
Eventually, she said, "OK sweetie, time to get started, and if you do a
really nice job I'll give you a special surprise." I was so flustered I
kept goofing up, and Chrissy just giggled at me, and kept asking me what
was wrong. Well, in my head I was saying, "Wrong? Nothing is wrong!
You are just so beautiful, and I am going to make you love what I will
be doing for you!" But, what came out of my mouth was a mumbled,
"Noth'n", which only made her laugh some more and tease me about how
nice it was to have such a sweet boy paint her nails for her, and do
whatever she wanted...especially a boy who knew the pleasures of having
pretty, painted toes himself.
If you haven't guessed I have a real big fetish for well groomed,
feminine hands and feet. In fact whenever I meet a woman, or see one
for that matter, my eyes go right to her tips 'n toes. Now that spring
has sprung I find that walking can be dangerous because you can get hurt
banging into things while staring at a set of beautiful nails, in a pair
of strappy sandals. Well, without getting into all of the details of
Chrissy's manicure and pedicure, I want to tell you that her hands,
feet, and nails were almost too perfect...even without polish.
Both her fingers and toes were long, and her nail beds were so long and
healthy that even without any additional growth her nails appeared long.
Now, Chrissy was moving in on 17 by this time, we were both in high
school, and while her nails were not super long they had some nice
length to them, on both her fingers and her toes. Just like her mother
Chrissy liked her toes painted deep red, but her fingers were almost
always done in a soft pink pearl or in a shiny, clear polish. As we sat
at my kitchen table I was almost hypnotized by how pretty they were, and
Chrissy would make sure my attention was focused on them by putting her
newly polished nails in front of my face. She told me that she thought
I did a lovely job making them shimmer and shine, and asking me if I
liked the way they looked, and she teased me with the idea the she
thought my fingers would look so pretty is I let my own nails grow and
took care of them properly.
Through all this I blushed, and groaned, and I could not take my eyes
off of her nails. This made Chrissy laugh at how silly I was being, and
then she told me what her "special surprise" was. She and I were going
to go shopping together. Before I could even grasp what she had told me
she lifted one of her feet to my face and told me to blow on her nails
to help them dry faster. After all, she couldn't put her sandals on
before the polish was dry, and if one of her nails got smudged I would
have to redo them all. I was so tempted to accidently mar the surface
of the polish, but instead I found myself getting down on my knees,
taking her sweet, soft feet in my hands, and softly blow on her
perfectly polished toes. From that point on I belonged to her, and the
smile on Chrissy's face told me that she knew I would do anything she
asked from then on.
Part 4: To the Mall
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