Back in January, of this year, I was looking at a spiral that Queen Trippy provided while my Master was around.

I watched. I read. I relaxed.

I lost myself in the spiral and my Master's added words.

Images came into my head. Simple. Perverted. And everything in between.

Then there was Esmerelda. Sitting by the water, rubbing her hands against her wet foot. Slender fingers tracing over her worn feet; always barefoot, so it felt nice to her to feel the cool water against her otherwise rough and dry feet.

The image expanded.

Flowers.

Lily pads of sorts.

A flower raises from the lily pad and that's what lured Esmerelda to this particular spot. The scent. The visuals she saw. It entranced her and brought her to the edge to dip her feet into the water; unaware of how the water also held something in it to lure her to remain. Lost in the sensation that she was doing, she found her touches becoming more arousing as her body became more sensitive.

Her feet, in particular, as they had touched the water the longest, were highly sensitive. The flower controlled her mind and melted away her thoughts in order to replace them with pleasure.

Feet are pleasure.

Feet are pleasure.