I slump down onto the couch, exhausted from the long day I’ve had. I tilt my head down and smile as I look at you, kneeling down with a nervous impatience.
Despite the purely sexual nature of our first meeting, or perhaps because of it, because we were honest with each other, I can’t help but look at you with tenderness and affection. You maybe my submissive, but that doesn’t stop you from being my muse, my why, my everything.
“You know what to do star” I whisper, and with that you start with zealous devotion, ripping off my shoes and socks, bending over and massaging my feet as though your life depended on it. You bend over, your hair falling onto my feet, the ends of your hair strands tickling and softly caressing me. I reach over and my place my hands on your head and pat you, both of us enjoying each others company in silence. Nothing is said said, nothing to be said.