Chef made dinner and serves up your plate. You will thank Me, eat your dinner, and lick my feet spotless of all specs of taco guts, in addition to cleaning off my dead foot skin.
2022-06-19 00:10:55 +0000 UTC View Post
It has been 100 degrees lately.
2022-06-09 01:15:57 +0000 UTC View Post
Been busy travelling with my trusty boots. What do you want to see of/with these?
2022-05-23 18:26:42 +0000 UTC View PostWho wants to see real nasty toenail jam picked and and savored? The stuff that gets picked out at the end of the week when I've been out in the sand and mud, but in my socks where lint builds up and sticks in there.
2022-05-13 04:29:45 +0000 UTC View Post
Voted to ban no-knock warrants in Austin
2022-05-07 18:52:46 +0000 UTC View PostShrunken Garden
Already fancy macrophilia? You'll love this.
Want to see my feet trample, my toes wiggle?
When this content takes it's final form we're going to CGI in tiny peeps that will, at the end when I prop my soles up, march in offering tiny gifts to their gods, my feet.
Part 2 costs $10 more. DM Shrunken Garden 2 for the full 9 minute clip.
Oh yeah who's been waiting for this content? Editing now.
2022-05-01 00:41:02 +0000 UTC View PostLexi FS 004
27 Nov. 2021
to JuliusAbove
This night was a pretty standard cleaning downstairs though with a semi-fuzzy blanket that refused to get dry during my time there, meaning there was unfortunately still a backlog of stuff in the washer when I left.
In addition to the regular cleaning Sir had me clean upstairs again, though this time I went beyond the toile t, mirror, sink area, and floor, and also did, at Sir's direction, the bathtub. I also did the front of the cabinet below the sink and got some toothpaste or something off there plus a good amount of dust on the shelf underneath. I also vacuumed the bedroom and area around the top of the stairs. Sir also has a Shark vacuum but his seems easier to move for some reason plus it has multiple settings for bare floors vs carpets so it's probably a higher end model than mine.
After the cleaning Sir had me get on my back in the upstairs carpeted bedroom. He turned on the vibrator and put it on or under my cock and balls and then had me act as a footrest for his glorious feet. I tried to maneuver a bit to get the vibrator in position in order to perhaps have an orgasm but even after a few minutes I was not able to do so. I was lucky enough to be able to give Sir a ride to the airport a few days later and I'd thought about asking if I could borrow the vibrator while he was gone so I could try to find what positioning does work well but he was already outside waiting for me when I got there so that wasn't possible. Maybe another time.
After a few minutes the vibrator was removed. I was frustrated and disappointed s I haven't had a really good orgasm in a couple of months and was hoping to before Sir left on his trip but it was not to be. Maybe next time or at least sometime before or near Christmas.
A few days later my roommate was out of town for a few days so Sir graced me with his presence at my house. I got to remove his dress shoes and some dark nylon dress socks and then we did some filming of some Thanksgiving clips where Sir ground his bare feet into some stuffing and mashed potatoes and I got to eat it off his feet while he enjoyed a full turkey dinner off of a regular plate. I didn't get a lot of food but it was still fun being of service for that and I was very glad to hear that Sir got some good, usable footage.
After that we watched the music documentary The Kids Are Alright while I massaged Sir's feet in between discussing some other current events. Sir put his shoes and socks back on and then took the lighting and filming equipment and made his way home.
I was grateful to have been of service and to have contributed some clip and filming ideas that Sir found worthy and look forward to serving Sir again when I can.
lexi
Lexi FS 003
13 Nov. 2021
to JuliusAbove
I'm low on sleep and rushed a bit but will try to provide a decent recap.
Sir had me take some pictures in some very nicely and clearly dirty socks he was preparing for some lucky customer from various angles, using his new iPhone camera. The big software 'buttons' overlaying the screen are nice in that they're easy to see and use but they can make framing the shot difficult at times. We just did about a half dozen and then I was sent to change and clean and do laundry.
Sir also had some work shoes and the same boots from last week with mud caked on the bottom. This time I did use a screwdriver which Sir graciously provided and that did work pretty well and make things easier, mostly with the boots which have deeper treads.
After the cleaning was done, Sir had me come in to perform foot service. This started with my face acting as his footstool for his socked, at first, feet. He warned me not to breathe in too deeply so as to inadvertently remove the smell that had been 'baked in' to the socks for someone else and in fact took them off fairly quickly to avoid that. He then had me resume acting as a footstool for his now bare feet.
On this particular evening Master was wearing some old faded jeans, with some frays or tears along the bottom edge. I don't know that I have quite what would be termed a jeans/denim fetish as I don't require them to be present in order to be aroused, though I'd say it can help, but I do have a strong affinity for them, along with some other things. And somehow just knowing that he was wearing them -even though my eyes were covered by his feet and that I was blindfolded for the rest of the session - made it even more wonderful for me. I think I was subconsciously, and perhaps sometimes consciously, picturing what it would be like to see what we were doing, him sitting comfortably on the couch in his comfy jeans with his barefoot resting over my face.
And I'm not even really sure what it is I like so much about jeans, it somewhat puzzles me, but I've been this way for decades and I think my fondness for them, like feet, has grown over the years rather than diminished, especially when they're paired with socked or of course bare feet. I think part of it is that it looks so comfortable and I like the dominant to be relaxed and comfortable. Dressed up in fetish wear is nice now and then of course but I think it's easier for me to be relaxed and happy when they are, especially within their home or playroom. I think there is something about the lived in texture and softness of worn, faded jeans that attracts me as well, as I tend to think about those more than I do crisp, stiff, new jeans though those can be nice too and make more sense for some occasions.
So you know there is that psychological condition called.(checking on spelling)...synesthesia, where people claim they can hear colors, feel sounds, or taste shapes? Well, I don't claim to have any psychic or supernatural abilities but I think I was feeling something akin to that because I couldn't see and wasn't touching Master's nice soft jeans but I was certainly getting some nice effect just by laying there and being near them and picturing what they looked and felt like as I supported Master's bare feet.
And I also think there is an unconsciou s element to a dominant in jeans, especially old ones like this, at least for me. I think it sends a signal, or my psyche makes up and responds to the signal, whether it is there or not, that while some people may be worth getting nicely dressed for, I am not one of them. It is another good, unspoken that I am not special, at least not in any sort of exalted way, that I am a servant and a slave, and that I will get and accept whatever clothing my Owner(s) want to wear. It's another, silent reminder of my status, or I guess lack thereof. I have a simliar though lesser reactions to dominants in sweats. And now that I think about it this might explain some of my attraction to socks as well, that they're usually so casual, on top of the scent they often accumulate, of course.
At any rate, enough about jeans, a fashion item that almost no one on the planet gives a second thought to, at least not from a submissive and erotic perspective.
So the only real initial difficulty we had was getting the positioning situated as occasionally one of Master's heels was digging painfully into my forehead. Master was fine enough with moving it once I finally made some noise or asked for it but it highlights an ongoing dilemma for submissive types. When do you just accept discomfort or pain in order to accommodate the desires of the dominant, and if you do accept it, for how long or how much? It's clear if there is a real medical or safety issue you should of course bring it up immediately to avoid damaging Master's property but if it falls short of that level do you just endure it or do you bring it up. I realize thinking back on it that pain or even discomfort wasn't really the point of this activity for Master, at least on this night, so the main issue turned out to be my submissive desire to make him happy, and in this case that probably caused me more suffering than I needed to endure because I essentially got in my own way in my desire to let him do whatever he wanted. It makes you wonder how often you inadvertently cause yourself unnecessary suffering just because you're worried or shy about disrupting others plans or displeasing them when that may not have been their plan or intention at all. Still, since we're not mindreaders, this can be an ongoing challenge for a submissive or slave, especially one who engages in bondage or objectification or pain play.
At any rate, after some wonderful time directly under his feet we tried out a new position for some foot massage and worship, with me laying blindfolded on my right side while facing his feet. This was good overall though it became difficult after a few minutes as my neck started to become tired and sore.
Later he had me sit up and, still blindfolded, massage and later massage and at the same time worship his feet. This reminded me that, much as I don't like to admit it, I'm not necessarily very good at multitasking. I've heard that studies show women are better at it and I'm starting to wonder if that may indeed be true. Or maybe it depends on the combinations of tasks. But I know at least the combination of massaging one of Sir's feet while also worshipping that foot or the other one is challenging for me as I'll sometimes focus too heavily on one activity at the accidental expense of the other one. Sir even had to scold me about this once or twice on this evening. It's of course perfectly valid for him to want to enjoy and receive these things at the same time so I guess I'll just have to try to get better act it with the plenty of practice I am fairly certain I'll get.
After a long time of getting to massage and worship his feet, sometimes with specific directions of areas to address, Sir decided he was done with me for the evening. He had been watching a movie while I performed my foot duties so I did my best to silently slip away and change clothes so I wouldn't disturb him as he continued to watch it.
I'm again grateful for the opportunity to serve Sir and his amazingly shaped soft and sometimes scented feet and look forward to doing so again in the future, if permitted.
lexi
Lexi FS 002b
Continued...
Somewhere about this time Sir also had me sniff his feet again. He wanted me to describe what they smelled like. I had to tell him that they now smelled like regular, clean feet. He was amused at this and pointed out that this meant that I must have ingested all of the dirt, sweat, and scent that they had earlier. If he'd had his bare feet on my face at that moment he probably would have felt the heat from the blushing I probably did right then but all he heard was the sheepish "Yes, Sir" that I managed to get out as an expression of my humiliation, and perhaps also a touch of humiliated foot slave pride at having 'accomplished' that.
After a couple of minutes of this Sir then went, er, a step further and ordered me to only kiss his feet every 30 seconds. Following the first couple of kisses this started to become surprisingly difficult to do. It wasn't that I was overcome with lust or anything like that, at least on this occasion, I'm not really sure what it was. Perhaps it was because it was late at night and I was tired but I think it was more that I was just so much in 'sub mode' or maybe even 'subspace' (which doesn't normally happen to me) that I started finding it difficult to count off 30 seconds between each kiss. i think if it had been 5 or 10 seconds I would have been fine but for some reason I would have trouble counting off 30 seconds in my head and would lose focus and would have to pull myself back to the counting before delivering another kiss. An interesting exercise and certainly an unexpected psychological result.
Finally Sir decided he had had enough of me for the evening and he got up and dismissed me so I could change back into 'vanilla wear' where I could try to fool myself and others that i was a regular person, and then collect my things to leave. I was a little disappointed that he didn't inspect the area that I had cleaned upstairs, at least then, but it was late and I also took it as an unspoken vote of confidence that he felt sure I had done a good job and if that's the case that makes me very happy. I once again humbly thank Sir for the opportunity to serve and amuse him as his foot slave and playtoy.
lexi
Lexi FS 002a
6 Nov. 2021
to JuliusAbove
When I arrived, Sir had me immediately kneel before where he was seated and kiss his toes. He was wearing some black toe socks in black slide type sandals. I was happy to kiss his nice, long toes, of course, and was also pleasantly surprised that they smelled pretty strongly as I figured they would have aired out in the open sandals. I guess the socks held onto some of his scent and I was reminded that it's nice to be wrong sometimes.
He then had me go change into one of my black and white maid uniforms and white thigh high stockings before setting me to work. I did so and there was a lot to do on this trip as some mud had been tracked into the kitchen and needed to be dealt with and then he also wanted me to clean the dirt and mud from the bottom of his work boots, on top of some of the normal dishes, general cleaning, and laundry.
I set about my tasks while Sir worked upstairs and then on his laptop. At one point after me not being in the living area where he was for a while he called out "Lexi, what are you doing?" I responded that I was working on cleaning his boots. He said "Okay" and I carried on. No big deal on it's own but I noticed that when he asked he didn't sound accusatory or angry, more curious and perhaps a bit concerned. I know some subs probably like their dom(me)s to be always watching over them and to at least psychologically strutting around with a riding crop or paddle with the ever present threat of punishment and I guess the excitement that may bring but I'm not like that and so I really appreciated that Sir didn't seem to immediately assume I was slacking off or doing the wrong thing and merely wanted to check in and make sure that I was okay and not off track due to some miscommunication or other reason. Not all dom(me)s are like this and it made me more grateful to be serving him.
Once I got most of the previously announced cleaning done, save some laundry that was still drying, he had me clean an area of the upstairs where I had never been before. I was truly excited to be allowed to see and enter another part of Master's domain, and to receive the honor of being able to clean it. The area was a second bedroom with it's own bathroom and a small closet. I focused on the bathroom first as it was in the most in need and I managed to get the mirror frame, mirror, sink, and toile t clean with a little extra time and effort and then I swept and mopped the bathroom floor, as I had read or heard somewhere it's generally best to clean from the top of the room down as dirt tends to drop down and settle so cleaning the floors first would be something of a self-defeating act.
While showing me the new-to-me area Sir had made a remark that if I got the bathroom cleaned first there might be enough time for me to vacuum the upstairs area that he was allowing me to access as well. I sort of treated it as a joke at the time, as I think it was partially intended, because who gets excited at the prospect of vacuuming? But then later as I was doing the vacuuming I realized I WAS happy and excited to be vacuuming, partially because I was getting to access a new area and to take care of it. And also there is something satisfying when you vacuum, at least to me, and to see a rather blah or dirty carpet become clean and 'upright' and all oriented the same way again as the carpet strands are pulled up and straight by the suction, and by how the room looks and feels better once you're done. I don't know if everyone feels this way, of it's part of the genetic makeup of a service submissive, or perhaps a sissy, or some combination of both, or maybe there is some low level lizard brain calculation along the lines of "the more brownie points you earn through good service the better chances you'll get to serve some feet". Most likely it's some combination of all of those things but in any event I was surprised to find out that I was indeed happy to be vacuuming and was also pleased once I got it done and the upstairs looked and felt better.
As I had been vacuuming I found a small empty closet off of the main room. It wasn't one of those wide closets with no depth but it wasn't really a walk-in closet either, somewhere in between. And as I vacuumed it I thought that in addition to being an empty closet it might also make a good small bedroom for a slave spending the night or longer. As I was musing about this and trying to picture laying there Sir walked up and startled me as the sound of the vacuum had masked his approach. I was honestly a little disappointed that he came in just then as I'd been hoping to pleasantly surprise him by doing the closet as well, which he hadn't mentioned when he was giving me my orders but he didn't seem particularly surprised or say anything so perhaps he had assumed I would clean the closet anyway. I was also rather embarrassed, both at being startled and I think somehow worried he could somehow see or sense that I was daydreaming about perhaps someday sleeping on the floor of an empty closet, possibly still in my uniform. Even thinking about that now makes me blush a bit.
Once I finished upstairs I came down and folded the clothes in the dryer. After that was done Sir told me to get my mat. He then cleared out from behind his desk and had me lay the mat down and then lay on my back under the desk with my head near the front of the desk and my legs under where he normally sat. He then set the chair back down over my body and he sat back down on it.
He then put me in the 'foot hood'. You've probably seen it in some of his clips but this is basically an L-shaped tube of yellow translucent rubber where the ring goes down over your neck and then the L joint goes at the back of your head, so the top of the "L" is a hole in front of your face. In the past Sir has put it on me but this time due to the tight quarters he had me put it on and he just adjusted it after a bit. He then put his sock covered feet down into the hole, covering my face. The rubber on the sides then closes off the air and area, effectively trapping your face in with the feet.
I then got to deal with, or enjoy, depending on your point of view, the strong scent of his feet as well as the texture of his black socks on my face for a while while he edited some clips on his computer. I practiced the technique he had taught me, drawing in the scent through my nose, holding for a few seconds, and then exhaling through my mouth.
After a few minutes Sir had me extend my tongue and lick his feet. Due to the positioning of his feet on my face plus being further constricted by the rubber I could not really move my face or mouth. As such I was doing small licks to the same spot on the sole of his foot, over and over. For some reason this becomes rather challenging after a couple of minutes. I'm not sure if it's because of my short tongue or the mind's desire to avoid reputation, or something else, but I started to have a hard time doing this simple task. I remembered back to a girlfriend I once had, believe it or not, who preferred me to lick her pussy in a similar way, not moving around or trying to do shapes or designs with my tongue, just a steady rhythm and pressure in the same place, over and over. I thought about that now and it helped me to relax and focus on my task better.
As I lay there under the chair I at first just put my arms up over my head. That was comfortable but didn't seem quite right somehow so I tried crossing my wrists over my head, imagining them being bound that way and what it would look like from above. That felt better, a form of self-imposed mental bondage, if you will. Later I tried going the other direction, spreading my arms and legs a bit as if I was tied spreadeagled under Sir's desk and chair, as continued to smell and lick his feet as I lay there. That felt good too but I think it ultimately felt best to spend most of my time with my wrists crossed overhead and my ankles crossed down below. It felt good and more artistic and submissive and perhaps a bit feminine or sissyish I suppose, though I was also glad I had the option of alternating positions at will so my muscles didn't cramp and so I didn't have to bother Sir.
As I lay there I also thought about how my back had actually been bothering me about midway through the cleaning but that even though I'd kept on the move and on my feet for about 3 hours it had stopped bothering me later on, or I'd stopped noticing it. Perhaps the excitement of getting new duties or to clean in a new, previously unseen, area distracted me. At any rate, I was now glad that the post-chores part of the evening allowed me to lay on my back for a few minutes.
At any rate, after the foot bath, Sir went back to using me for a simple footstool for a bit, now one for his magnificent, bare feet. He then gave me the command "Kiss!" I immediately sprang into action, quickly starting to plant many small kisses all over his soles. He stopped me after just a couple of seconds and instructed me to slow down and make them longer, meaningful kisses. I did so and then was struck by how he was right, that this was actually much better. It occurred to me that sometimes you get so into 'sub mode' that when you hear a command you jump, so to speak, to fulfill that command as quickly and, in a way, as fully as you can - here through a large number of kisses - when it might be better to take a more relaxed approach and that it may end up being a matter of quality over quantity. It's something I'll try to consider in the future and I appreciate Sir correcting me and showing me the light. I'm sure he'll probably want quick, rapid, small kisses in the future - as he has in the past - and I'll be happy to deliver those when ordered to do so, but I'll try to be more conscientious and not just default to 'fastest possible compliance mode' in terms of quality of submission.
Lexi FS 001
30 Oct. 2021
to JuliusAbove
I'm going to try to do most of these reports in more of a diary/journal form in case you want to pull extracts from them for OF, Twitter, or elsewhere. I really need to get in the practice of doing them sooner after a visit though as things get fuzzy or pushed out by other events in the week.
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On a related note to positions, I've also been meaning to mention that when you had me lie under your desk chair a few weeks back with my head near the hole under the desk but with my body and head on the same side of the desk as you I thought that worked out quite well overall and it is definitely nice to be available as your footrest, masseuse and foot licker/cleaner as well. And while I still like being on the other side from a only getting to see and access your feet perspective I found being on the same side it's own interesting experience and also less frustrating to hold or reach your feet as needed to perform my foot duties.
Okay, now to last week's session:
Sir was seated and wearing socks and slides when I presented myself dressed (in a maid uniform and leather collar with 3 D-rings) and ready for service. He had me remove the first slide and proceed to inhale some of his scent. On one or two occasions his feet have been pretty vinegary due to, well, I'm not sure what, maybe activities done that day or certain shoes or maybe some dietary choice, and on those occasions there were somewhat hard to take but most of the time I find his scent to be wonderful to behold, more of a corn chip scent. This was one of those days.
Sir had me hold his socked foot and had me sniff along the underside of his toes. The purpose of this was multiple, I suspect. First, to give me a task to perform, to warm me up for service by having me submit and be obedient, to get me back in the headspace and rhythm and habit of that. Secondly, to inhale the remove the scent of his Masterful feet, strong from a long day's work, from the room, to transfer it from his socks and feet into my nose and lungs, so that I would have to absorb and live with it and he would not.
How did I feel about performing such a task? Well, it was, as usual, a somewhat contradictory mix. On the one hand, it was wonderful to be able to do something to make his life easier and more comfortable, which is the main thing the life of a slave should be about. And for most foot fetishists the natural scent of a person's feet is as wonderful and intoxicating as the finest roses, cologne, or perfume, better actually due to where the scent comes from. And here you now are, not only getting to imagine someone's foot and the aroma that comes from it but actually getting to experience it, in fact being commanded to experience it as fully as possible, tasked to remove it by drawing the magnificent scent from those feet into yourself.
But there is also part of you, an inner voice that in a way is an outer voice, outer because it is a part of you that knows or imagines what this looks like from the outside, from the perspective of someone who is not a slave on the floor, deeply and repeatedly inhaling the stench of their Owner's feet. And that perspective reminds you that this is not normal, this is not something that people, especially fully functioning adults normally do, not of their own free will, that this is usually something someone is forc d to do by someone much stronger than themselves. And yet here you are, sitting or kneeling on the floor, using your nostrils to suck in as much foot scent as you can, over and over until it seems to be gone or you are given a new task, both wanting to be successful but also wanting it to take a while so that you do have, or get, to keep sniffing and enjoying the stench of those sweaty feet.
So it is a task that is both wonderful and yet also humiliating at the same time. And while part of you is humiliated by what you must look like, what you are doing, what you are CHOOSING to do for someone else, and the fact that you're secretly or perhaps obviously ENJOYING it, another part of you is fine with that and just wants to just bask or wallow in it and revel in the humiliation and the obedience, even though your Owner and others are likely snickering at you, at least internally, while you do.
Sir then had me stop my motions of moving my nose along his toes and had me push my face into his socked foot and to hold position there. At first he had me push my nose into his toes. I don't know if I've ever admitted or said this but this is one of my favorite positions or activities in being a foot slave. Firstly, there is almost no other way to get as connected with the things that own, influence and control you, the pair of feet in front of you. You are pushing your nose into the part of the foot that generally generates the most scent, and are willingly having your nose surrounded by some of those toes, them almost appearing or feeling like the bars of a prison cell, the underside of your nose right over the curve between the toes, two pieces of a puzzle fitting together and one of those pieces being trapped there until the Owner allows release, the undersides of those toes and the ball and part of the sole pressing against your face all the while. And then sometimes being commanded to sniff again, repeatedly, audibly, to draw every last bit of scent you can from between the toes while you're there. Part of you is thrilled to be there while another part of you thinks what you must look like from the Owner's or a spectators point of view and you become very grateful that you are, per your training, looking down at the feet or floor in front of you so that you do not have to me et the gaze of the person who is watching you willingly bury your face in their toes.
Sir then had me move my face lower, so my nose was now near his arch and his foot was more fully covering my face. He had me hold there for a bit, acting as his footrest and driving home that I was, among other things, a place for him to rest his feet, and that it was the highest purpose in my life, along with the other services I happily performed for his feet.
After a pause to experience all the sensations of remembering that 'the slave's nose goes in the toes' and 'getting' to practice that and then getting to be a footrest for his socked feet Sir surprised me with his next command. He had me draw some of his sock away from his foot with my teeth and to pull it into my mouth. He then told me to suck on it. So I know found myself with my face in his feet and I was now sucking the accumulated, condensed sweat from the day, or perhaps days, out of his socks and into my mouth. This was, like everything else, a mix of emotions. A mix of joy at the luck and blessing I was receiving along with the humiliation of being a human pre-soak cycle for the socks he had worn for several hours, and perhaps days, the sweat of his feet now making it's way into my mouth and down my foot slave throat.
After some time to 'enjoy' my beverage, Sir, had me remove the sock and to provide his foot with a thorough tongue bath. I try to be thorough with these, as is expected, and I'm pleased to say I've received some occasional compliments on how thorough I am with them. This makes me happy, as of course I want to do it well to please Sir and to demonstrate my admiration for his bare feet and my adoration of them. But then I also remember just what it is I'm doing so thoroughly and well - obediently licking someone's bare feet - and the humiliation returns. Is this something one SHOULD be good at, that they should receive compliments on, that they should WANT to do well? Shouldn't it be something that someone only does under duress, and well to avoid some sort of penalty, not in a quest to earn some approval or a scrap of pride? And I remember again that I, for better or worse, am not like 'normal' people. But perhaps that is okay, even good. There is an incredible, almost infinite range on the 'food chain' of life within the universe, and I know my place on that scale - I am a foot slave.
Okay, I didn't think I'd babble on and that seems a good place to stop as I have a couple of things yet to do in order to be on time this evening. In short, just to complete the report, after the foot bath I was allowed to move onto the cleaning chores for the evening, which was a mix of kitchen cleaning, dusting, sweeping, mopping, laundry, and bathroom cleaning. On this occasion Sir went upstairs while I was doing my duties and I did my duties while listening some music. This time I went with a collection by The Yardbirds who during the course of their short career had three of the greatest guitarists in rock and roll in their lineup, back to back, those being Eric Clapton, Jimmy Page, and finally Jeff Beck. I was hoping Sir might hear and be intrigued by some of it but he was busy with other things.
Once I announced that I had finished I was allowed to massage Sir's feet for a few minutes before I was dismissed for the week.
lexi
Lexi FS 019
Apr 4, 2022
to Julius
First of all, I'm very sorry that this is so late. Things got busy on Saturday and then I didn't even make it upstairs where my computer is on Sunday because I had several more things to do yesterday and I still only got to some of them.
Secondly, I really hope my previous report didn't come across as complaining as that was not my intent, I was just trying to be honest about my feelings and reactions and some of them, as you've probably noticed, are a surprise to me as well but that's part of the fun and interesting part of going through this ongoing longterm process, seeing what works and doesn't and how to interpret and reconcile and deal with that.
That said, I really appreciate you giving me a more relaxed in some ways session last week and for trying to balance things out.
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I arrived and changed into my standard uniform, one of my three black and white maid uniforms and some white thigh high socks. This particular uniform has a zipper up the back that I can't close or open by myself when I'm wearing it and while we have in the past sometimes left it somewhat undone on this occasion Sir stepped in and helped to pull it tight and to zip me up. I again found this embarrassing, a middle aged adult male being zipped into a woman's maid uniform, sort of sealing me in as a sissy until he saw fit to release me. I wondered if he could see me blushing as he finished and I went off to my duties. Sometimes the 'no eye contact unless ordered rule' is your friend.
I was also wearing a new piece of underwear. I'd found some panties online that had sort of a pouch over the crotch. While I'm not well endowed enough on my own to need such an accommodation I ordered this pair to give them a try for using with some chastity devices that fit quite comfortably generally but that protrude out more from the body. That's not an issue if I'm not wearing underwear but when I am the underwear sometimes pushes the devices like this against my body in a way that becomes pretty uncomfortable. With these underwear there was space for the protruding chastity device and I found it to be much more comfortable to wear during the session and they were still mostly pink and frilly enough to not be mistaken by anyone as masculine underwear and to be in keeping with the emasculating spirit of the rest of my outfit.
Once dressed in the above, plus my black leather collar with the three D-rings around it, I set off to my chores. Tonight's session consisted of cleaning in the kitchen, laundry, sweeping of the hard floors, which is all of the downstairs, and the downstairs bathroom. As I got started it appeared that Sir had likely already done some cleaning before I arrived. This made me feel somewhat bad as I feel that is part of my purpose, to free him from such mundane tasks so that he can do things that are more fun or fulfilling for him but it is of course his decision to do as much or as little of his own housework as he wants and I also appreciated that sometimes he does more of the housework so that there is more time left later for me to help with filming or providing him amusement or some other services or attention to him or his feet.
Once I had finished with the cleaning Sir called me over to his desk. He had me lay down on my back with my head under his desk and then to scoot back as much as I could so that my torso and head was under the desk. As I did so I found that he had bunched up a thick blanket and put it under the desk for me to lay against so I was at an angle and not flat on my back.
Sir then sat down in his desk chair and put his bare feet up on my chest, with his medium dirty feet up in front of my face. Sir had also put a glowing reddish light under the desk to provide some light so that I was able to see somewhat what was in front of me. As I began to massage his feet I chuckled a bit as I wondered if this closed in area under his desk might become known as the 'foot slave cave' or something like it as it did sort of have that function and feel.
Per Sir's orders I then began to alternately massage Sir's feet with my hands for a couple of minutes and then to massage and lick them with my tongue. I went back and forth doing this, helping to - I hope - relax his muscles and feet after a long day's work, and to make them cleaner and more refreshed by way of a bath from my tongue. While Sir's feet had looked noticeably dirty I could not taste most of it on this occasion though I was grateful when Sir let me pause occasionally as I processed and swallowed some piece of grit or dirt from the bottoms of his feet. I don't know if I'll eventually be able to just process and swallow as I go or if it is some sort of automatic biological function that makes me pause my licking to deal with the foreign matter but it may be for the best as the pause and processing forces me to think about just what it is I'm doing, willingly ingesting the dirt off of someone's feet rather than to somehow skip over or suppress the reality of the action. Sometimes it's best, or at least more humiliating and perhaps entertaining for Sir and others, when things don't become too casual or automatic.
After massaging and licking Sir's sole I was allowed to adjust to focus on the top of his foot, first doing long 'lollipop' licks up the bottoms of his toes before focusing on each toe one at a time, taking it into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it a couple of times, then running my tongue across the toenail in both directions, and then sucking on the toe for a bit before moving onto the next one.
I also took some time to just hold the big toe in my mouth for a while to help further train and I guess maybe desensitize my historically sensitive gag reflex. And I think I found a new technique to help with that during this session. At first I started counting silently to try to see if I could go 15 or so seconds without needing to pause and back off of the toe to avoid gagging. But then I tried going the other direction, counting DOWN from 20 to 0. And I think this helped psychologically as, rather than sort of facing an uphill battle of making it to 20, my brain may have had an easier time to know that the number was getting smaller and the approaching moment of zero was getting closer and that I could then take a break if I could just hold on a bit longer until I reached it. I'm not sure if it's a surefire technique but I want to try it some more. The one advantage of counting up, though, is that if I reach the goal number it's perhaps more easy or at least intuitive to keep going for some 'bonus' time whereas once you get to zero you more naturally feel like you're finished and therefore inclined to stop. But perhaps I could try to tell myself to keep going into negative numbers, or then start counting forward again, to try to train beyond the goal.
Writing about this part of the session and the bigger picture goal of trying to reduce my gag reflex made me think about something else which I'm frankly quite reluctant to bring up. And that is I can think of two or three things that I've found in kink that I like in theory, or to see and/or hear happening to someone else but that I truly don't enjoy doing myself, other than from a submission and/or humiliation angle. One of those is drooling. I like watching submissive girls in gags or tied in some position or way so that they have no choice to drool but the one or two times it was me being made to drool I really didn't like while it was happening to me. And another is gagging. I intellectually like the concept of a sub gagging, especially if it's on a foot being forc d into their mouth or them being forc d onto a foot, sort of a 'too much of a good thing' or just a basic 'overload, deal with it' situation and I like when the dominant enjoys it or does it deliberately to exercise their control and to torment and humiliate the sub, but I really don't care for it when it's me doing the gagging. I think part of it is the panic response that I won't be able to recover and that things will somehow go very wrong,/or maybe it's just a larger loss of control issue.
So it occurs to me there are at least 3 categories of kink activities: the like/like range where both the intellectual and physical or emotional sides of you enjoy the activity, then I guess this section, the like/dislike category where the intellectual or emotional part of you may like what is happening but another part does not, and then of course the dislike/dislike kind where you just don't like the activity on any level and really don't want to do it. But going back to that middle category, there may be some part of you that wants it to happen more or again, even though part of you really doesn't like it. I wouldn't say that's exactly frightening necessarily but it is definitely a bit unsettling and difficult to face or admit to yourself, or anyone else. Luckily it's not like I'm writing a diary or journal or something of that nature where someone else might learn that and I might come to regret it. Oh, wait....
So after finishing with the first foot Sir repositioned and had me repeat the process with the second foot. And I'm not sure if it was because I was quite tired, which I was as I hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before, and I hit some wall of exhaustion around this time, or if it was a bad angle I couldn't seem to adjust for or something else but I just did not feel like I did as good of a job on the second foot. In fact I sort of spaced out for a bit, perhaps processing some of the things above, and had to snap myself out of it at some point, perhaps after something Sir said, and try to recommit and focus my attention to try to do an adequate job of massage, worship, and cleaning on the other foot while Sir read a book and listened to some music on the stereo in the background, some interesting jazz rock sort of trio
All that foot worm nutrition doesn't go to waste. ♻️
What's that? You're not a foot worm? 🤨
Are you salivating?
Flower Crush in Black and White.
2022-03-05 06:59:30 +0000 UTC View PostIf you want to see my dirty feet, pay me.
2022-01-29 02:15:28 +0000 UTC View Post
Want a pillowcase with your favorite picture of my feet?
2022-01-28 22:24:41 +0000 UTC View Post
Did y'all see this pillowcase I ordered?
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