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Amanda meets a woman she's never seen before on her college campus, and, noticing that she seems exhausted, offers to give her a foot rub. The mystery woman accepts, and a few minutes later, the two are sitting in Amanda's dorm with the mystery woman's feet on her lap and starts the massage. Having been too wiped out to remember one specific detail, the mystery woman receives an immediate reminder of how ticklish she is. Not wanting to be rude, she does her best to hold her composure and try not to laugh as Amanda's fingers move over her tender soles. Enraptured by the woman's pristine feet, Amanda completely fails to notice her guest's fidgeting and keeps up the massage, complementing her on them. Enjoying the massage despite the tickling, the woman lets her keep going, and given Amanda's obsession with her soles, she steels herself, knowing that this might not end for a while.

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Here's the part where I explain who the "mystery woman" is so the title can make any goddamn sense:

Her name is Cardea.

She is the Roman goddess of door hinges.

No, I am not making that up.

The specific design I used here is a modernized take on her that I put together last year for an unrelated project . Her design is largely based on various parts of the hawthorn plant, with which she is typically associated.

In case you're wondering, yes, the entire inspiration for this piece was the stupid-ass wordplay I could use for the title. My antidepressants keep me essentially chemically castrated half the time so I have to take the motivation to make fetish art anywhere I can get it, sue me.

Description
Amanda meets a woman she's never seen before on her college campus, and, noticing that she seems exhausted, offers to give her a foot rub. The mystery woman accepts, and a few minutes later, the two are sitting in Amanda's dorm with the mystery woman's feet on her lap and starts the massage. Having been too wiped out to remember one specific detail, the mystery woman receives an immediate reminder of how ticklish she is. Not wanting to be rude, she does her best to hold her composure and try not to laugh as Amanda's fingers move over her tender soles. Enraptured by the woman's pristine feet, Amanda completely fails to notice her guest's fidgeting and keeps up the massage, complementing her on them. Enjoying the massage despite the tickling, the woman lets her keep going, and given Amanda's obsession with her soles, she steels herself, knowing that this might not end for a while.

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Here's the part where I explain who the "mystery woman" is so the title can make any goddamn sense:

Her name is Cardea.

She is the Roman goddess of door hinges.

No, I am not making that up.

The specific design I used here is a modernized take on her that I put together last year for an unrelated project . Her design is largely based on various parts of the hawthorn plant, with which she is typically associated.

In case you're wondering, yes, the entire inspiration for this piece was the stupid-ass wordplay I could use for the title. My antidepressants keep me essentially chemically castrated half the time so I have to take the motivation to make fetish art anywhere I can get it, sue me.