You decided it'd be in your best interest to give her feet a good cleaning before you began. There was a box of sanitary wipes on the desk that you could use. "Can I use this?" You ask.
"Of course." Isabelle answers.
So you pull out one of the damp cloths from the container and begin by giving her soles and heels a gentle wipe. Already, through the cloth, you could feel the soft foot paws, making you ever more excited to massage her feet.
Soon, you dig a little deeper into the fur and scrub away some dirt, dust, dead skin, and whatever else was caught in there. Isabelle tried to hold in some chuckles. She was surprisingly ticklish. This got a little harder for her to take as you began to scrub in between her toes. You could see her face scrunch ever so slightly as she held the giggles in.
After you've finished cleaning out her feet, you use the wipe to brush the fallen dust into a trash can and throw it away. Now her squeaky clean feet sat right in front of you. The odor was replaced with a scent that reminded you of french vanilla. The fur that surrounded it shone brilliantly in the sunlight.
"Like it?" Isabelle asked, tilting her head.
In response, you took her feet into your hands, exploring and getting a feel for it. It was the softest thing you've ever felt. Running your fingers through them felt amazing to the touch. Isabelle let out another giggle.
You begin by giving her heels and soles a little squeeze. It had quite a bit more give than expected, but it didn't matter much. Though sometimes... "Ack- Too tight." She'd caution you if you squeezed a bit too tightly.
Now you moved on to pressing the joint of your thumb into her feet and began to move it around. She made a very slight grimace, but you could tell it wasn't an unsatisfied one. It only had to do with the fact that you were pushing your thumb against her foot a bit hard, but not too hard. She sighs in comfort.
Looks like you were both enjoying this. You, on one side, were enjoying how soft her feet were. Isabelle, on the other, enjoyed the wondrous foot massage you gave her.
Eventually, your hands would get tired and you'd stop. "Thank you. That was relaxing." Isabelle says.
"It's nothing." You reply.
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