Reposted by request. I might go back and add more if I feel like it, but for now here's what was in the thread before.

The Business Trip

Day 1

“Welcome to Risa 12.1, one of the shining jewels of the Risa system! Here you can find an introduction to what this beautiful moon has to offer as well as its rich history and culture.
History:
Risa 12.1 was actually colonized long before its sister world Risa 9, but in our case the world didn’t really open up to tourism on a large scale until much more recently. It was first settled 200 years ago by what is technically a cult, founded upon a belief that many of the modern world’s problems come from humans’ isolation of themselves from our world through covering up our bodies, especially the parts which would contact it most intimately - the feet.
The settlers developed a belief system centered around finding happiness in the world and in each other through going barefoot, and as is often the case with small societies, to protect their beliefs they grew more radical over time. Before long they had reached a point where all members had both of their arms removed at the shoulder in order to maximize the interactions of their feet with the world and with each other, a tradition which has been proudly continued on Risa 12.1 to this day.
For a while, the unusual policies of our founders largely minimized interest in tourism, but after Risa 9’s re-terraforming to make it into the beach world it is now, the entire Risa system received renewed attention from the travel industry, and now 12.1 has become nearly as popular a destination itself.
Culture:
As you most likely are aware, all residents born on Risa 12.1 have their arms removed at birth, and all immigrants are required to submit to a double shoulder disarticulation on arrival, coupled with a NanoBlock injection. In recent decades, the rules have been relaxed somewhat, and visitors are allowed to wear a pair of cybernetic arms, although you’ll likely find little use for them during your stay!
Shoes do not exist on Risa 12.1, and consequently for the duration of your visit we strongly encourage you to follow suit and keep your feet bare. Don’t worry about this, as heated floors and clean, plush carpets await you everywhere you go.
It may seem odd at first, but 12.1’s barefoot policies have been shown through professional studies to have contributed vitally to its present happy and peaceful culture. People on the moon have some of the strongest and happiest relationships anywhere in the known universe: they communicate better, work better together, and rarely have fights or fallings out. This is both due to the psychological benefits of constantly touching and sensing the outside world and the increased incentive for teamwork and trust among people who go barefoot together and lack the unnecessary convenience of hands. We’re confident that after a few days here, you’ll agree!
Attractions:
Risa 12.1’s most popular attraction is its spas. Our unique focus on the feet and the combination of dedicated staff and cutting-edge relaxation technologies have made them famous throughout the inhabited universe, and we strongly recommend visiting as many as you can. A wide variety exist, specializing in everything from traditional Ashiatsu massages and acupuncture to virtual reality-enhanced sensual experiences and everything in between. We guarantee there is something for everyone.
12.1 also features beautiful beaches second only to those on Risa 9, which play host not only to vacationers seeking relaxation but regular dance parties, art shows, and festivals of several varieties.”

Those were the salient points of the brochure I’d been paging through off and on for the last few hours aboard the orbital shuttle. I was only staying for a week for a business conference, and they were going to take my arms away and give me a NanoBlock so I’d never get them back! Why oh why did our head of sales have to be a Risan of all things?
I still had trouble believing this was really happening, try as I might to wrap my head around it. How could this, a place where people had to be mutilated permanently even just for visiting, be somewhere anyone would want to live, let alone a popular tourist hotspot? No spa experience could possibly be that good.

“Attention passengers. We are making our terminal approach to the Immigration Center. Please gather your belongings and assemble in the central receiving area,” said an intercom on the ceiling.
I complied. Collecting my stuff didn’t take long, as I was a bit of a closet nudist and had only brought two outfits to wear to meetings, one of which I was wearing and the other of which was already packed away in my travel bag. I entered the hallway and made my way down to the center of the ship, where I once again encountered and was slightly surprised by the resident staff.
I was able to identify the staff members who lived on 12.1 immediately due to their conspicuous lack of arms. As was apparently the standard here, they didn’t wear any prosthetics, so their shoulders simply ended like sheer cliffs. This didn’t seem to have given them any difficulty in piloting the shuttle or operating anything on board.
Shortly after everyone had assembled, there was a small bump as the docking clamp engaged, then the door opened into the Immigration Center. I passed through and observed a large lobby filled with typical immigration center things like a reception desk, immigration officers, and guards, as well as a large number of doors on either side apparently leading to numerous copies of the same room, some marked as “occupied” like some type of changing room.

“As you enter, please remember to remove all footwear and have your ID and passport ready to show the officers.”

I obeyed the announcement, awkwardly stuffing my flats into my travel bag while walking, and after showing my passport and having my identity verified, I was directed to one of the side rooms. On the floor and against the wall next to the doorway was a large touchscreen with checkboxes listing the various options available to me as a temporary visitor. I was given the choice to decline the cybernetic arms that would be given to me by default, and below that was a checkbox where I could elect to be awake for my “induction procedure.” I left it unchecked, as I had been advised was both the usual thing visitors chose and the easier way to go about the whole thing. Lastly was an option to submit to a temporary sex change. I think the brochure or one of the travel agents had mentioned somewhere that the population of 12.1 was, like that of Risa 9, almost entirely female and thus many of the men who visited requested a temporary sex change in order to fit in better. I left this unchecked as well.
The screen had obviously been intended for me to use my feet to operate it, given its position and the large sizes of the checkboxes, and since I was already barefoot and all the other visitors seemed to be doing it, I used my toe to press the “submit” button. When she saw that I had finished, the lady who had led me here opened the door and ushered me into the room. Inside was a bed and a cloud of strong perfume coming out of something resembling an incense burner. She informed me that these rooms were supplied to visitors and immigrants so that they may pleasure themselves before falling asleep prior to their induction procedures.

“Pleasure myself? You mean sexually? Why?”

“Because it’s the last time you’ll be able to do so with your own hands.”

I gulped. This was real after all - after today I’d be armless like all the residents here. If only I’d known this would happen when I’d first signed that employment contract…

She closed the door behind me and left me alone with my thoughts. I sat on the bed and tried once again to calm myself down and accept what was going to happen. At first I was baffled as to how I was supposed to masturbate under the knowledge that they were going to take away my hands, and thus my ability to ever do so again (I suppose it really was thoughtful of them to supply these rooms for us though), but every breath I took of the air in the room made me start to feel more and more aroused. Evidently there was some sort of aphrodisiac or pheromone mixed in.

I reached down between my legs and started to touch myself. After a few minutes, I wouldn’t say I’d been convinced, but I was sort of able to imagine how people might derive pleasure from this. I’d heard in the past of coworkers of mine who’d taken vacations over on that other colony Risa 9, where there was little to do other than those outrageous topless cruises they were so proud of, and it was well known there was a lot of body modification there. In fact a girl over in HR last year had “won” one of those absurd lotteries they were always holding and the word around the office was that she’d permanently lost her boobs.
I continued to rub myself to higher levels of stimulation, trying my best to spin the situation in a sexy light. My hands were never going to touch me down there again. From now on, I’d either have to use a machine or have someone else help me. Just to check, I tried reaching up there with my feet, but I couldn’t manage to touch anything. I was able to bend my legs surprisingly farther than I’d thought they could go, and even managed to wedge my heel into my crack at one point, but try as I might it was just beyond my capabilities to reach my nethers. Even if I’d been way more flexible, it was obvious that my bone structure simply wouldn’t allow it. This really would be the last time I’d be able to touch myself there.

I imagined that I was already armless and that my hands were actually those of someone else standing right behind me and doing the job in my place. Slowly I managed to get more and more aroused, reminding myself over and over how this would literally be the onanistic experience to end them all and trying my best to think of it as sexy.

I was having trouble reaching a climax and getting frustrated when I noticed a rather sophisticated-looking machine at the foot of the bed. It consisted of a large white dome with two openings whose size and shape implied my feet were supposed to go into them. It had a small sign on the front with some basic directions. I could choose between a variety of massages, teases, and other stimulation and return to the menu at any time by simply pulling out one of my feet and choosing a new option on the touch screen.

There were too many buttons and not enough patience on my part to bother reading all of their descriptions, so I just went by what the icons suggested. I found one that depicted a pair of lips with a tongue sticking out and pressed it before inserting my feet.

Immediately I felt something wet and slimy and instinctively pulled out both feet. I expected to find a bug, or leftover fluid from some previous user, but to my surprise they were both completely clean and dry. I tried putting them back in and seeing what was up.

I felt a very lifelike sensation of someone licking my feet all over, top and bottom, reaching into the indentations around my ankle and slithering between my toes. My arousal was suddenly doubled and I found myself arching my back and squirming on the bed. It really felt like someone was worshipping my feet, and a really skilled person at that.
After a minute or two I decided that I didn’t want to wear myself out before exploring at least a few of the other options. I found that the screen had changed to display a small tree diagram, with the picture of the tongue on top and two branches below: a picture of a tongue and a small plus sign, and a picture of a lollipop. Curious, I tried touching the lollipop. Since I still had my hands and one of them was free, I didn’t have to pull my feet out and was able to instantly feel the change. The mechanical tongue or whatever it was inside there continued to lick me but had also started to suck on my toes randomly, making me feel better and better each time. I couldn’t help but get absorbed by the pleasure and press the plus sign button, which did what I expected and added the sensation of a second tongue. In fact I ended up pressing it three or four more times until I had a whole harem of simulated foot worshippers.

In the end I failed to explore any more options before my head started going fuzzy and I was lost in sexual ecstasy. I don’t remember doing much other than climaxing a few times before falling asleep.