Meditate on this photo for 10 minutes each morning. It stills the mind and paves the way toward enlightenment. Works for me.
My lazy overfed slave broke my favorite bedroom bean bag chair, so I’ve been reduced to lounging on this corpulent couch until he replaces it, but only after 30 days of my nightly repose accomplished thusly. Not as comfy as my bean bag, but I find that face mashing foreplay tends to lead to a roaring orgasm (for me), without losing any TV time at all.
As my boss is also my owner, my employment situation presents certain challenges. After 6 years co-habiting in a D/s relationship, I lost my job and she hired me as her paralegal. Trouble is, whenever she gets anxious or otherwise stoked, she calls me in to go down on her until she stress-relieves through climax, then sends me back to my cube. At night, she typically punishes with one of her canes until I cry, for various and sundry workplace errors and infractions, then I serve her red wine in the family room, remove her shoes and massage, kiss, lick or otherwise service and worship her feet until she orders me to prepare dinner. And at night, she comes again before bed either with my mouth, head harness dildo, or masturbating while phone sexing with her lover with me strapped at her feet for the night. I must earn my full supervised release once per month, with a discretionary second ejaculation for performance “above and beyond.” This 24/7 aspect is driving me mad with need, so I may have to request more punishment and humiliation to offset the drippy desperation, and she’ll likely be all too happy to comply.
If having my boy’s nose under my toes helps me unwind after running around Court all day, who are you to judge?
A face full of unwashed Mistress feet is very hot, and not just in principle but in real life, and such is my conditioning and freakishness that I miss “traditional methods” not at all.
And foot massage and foot worship would be of extreme interest to the slavesitter, just as it is to my Wife’s real sister, two of her best friends and one of her aunts, although i am not permitted genital, anal or lip contact with three of them, but where their feet are concerned, She expects to see me lavishing love and slavish adoration like the starving foot slave she’s trained me to be…
It’s Me again, MP, and this one’s pretty simple really. He’s begging my feet for relief because that’s where he mostly is during times of overpowering need—at and/or under my feet—so when he started crying and trembling, he’s begging my feet for relief as they rule his world, and were he even capable of standing up to look me in the eye to beg Me for relief, his insubordination would cost him another 7 to 14 days in penile stir, to use a phrase I learned from my little man. I do love to keep him underfed, if you know what I mean. Cheers!
And here we thought we were the only ones:)! Seriously, my boy met me through a personal ad in the Village Voice in the 80’s (yes, we’re both of pre-internet vintage), when it was all so secretive, twisted and “sick.” Let’s just say we had a combined couple of decades of psychotherapy between us, as we both tried as hard as we could to get “cured” of the kink. And now, we get to share our predilections with other “freaks” who celebrate their sex-positive, consensual power exchange lifestyles and couldn’t even IMAGINE living any other way anymore. Thanks for sharing and acknowledging—long live the chastity foot cuck trinity!
Thank you multiperv, I certainly appreciate the affirmation, especially as that little post and caption was from me, his Wife and better half. My favorite aspect of it, and of our lifestyle, is the Texas catheter, an idea that I developed when the constant challenge was how to lock my boy up for the night when he frequently needs to urinate. The TC slips over and around the head of his frenum ring holding his device in place (it looks like a condom), and depending on where I’m binding him, the 3 liter receptacle bag is either attached to his thigh with two elastic strips or hung from the footboard. It has liberated us both to delve far deeper into our TPE relationship, and we’re hitting new and somewhat giddy heights of D/s, especially now when a new lover’s on the scene and it’s like a 7th grade infatuation all over again. Nothing gives me more pleasure than to deny my boy while I’m getting it 6 ways ‘til Sunday, especially when he’s locked up and locked down under my feet. My motto for my mate is, “no good need goes unpunished:).”