Part of getting ready for a weekday evening date includes little man’s feet cleaning ritual as they’re grimy and scenty from a day in the city, and that just won’t do for my alpha male lovers. 10 minutes each and they’re fresh, clean and good to go.
My beloved Wife’s original profile pic on alt.com. You may understand why i broke my neck to write to her and figuratively throw myself at her feet.
I’m completely in that creative, timeless “zone” when I’m able to work for several hours with my shubby where he belongs. It closes and completes some kind of circuit deep within.
What it feels like to be me in our home.
My Wife found this photo of us from the 60’s, when our families spent every summer down the shore. You don’t become a foot cuck in chastity overnight. It takes training—and she was a dedicated domme even then.
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.