For those of You that have asked (and You know who You are!), this is fiction, as were my previous two submissions. Of course, if there is a willing (Dominant) Woman out there who would like to make it a reality...
Her Return:
There is a knock on the door, and I hurriedly jump up to answer it. Opening the door, I am greeted by a wondrous sight, She has returned! As we hug warmly, I enquire how Her trip was.
"It was a long one, but not a bad one, thank you. Anyway, I am back now, so things can start getting back to normal can't they!" She replies. "Why don't you fix us some drinks, then you can take these cases upstairs, ok?"
"Of course," I reply, as I step past her and pull Her heavy luggage into the house. She had been away on business for a long time, and I had missed Her greatly. The few calls She had time to make were a comfort to me, but in no way made up for the loss of Her presence. But She was back now, and my mood had lightened.
Coming back into the lounge with a bottle of beer, and a glass of chilled, white Chardonnay for Her, I notice that She had already made Herself comfortable. She was reclined on the sofa, Her shoes kicked off Her feet, and was idly flicking through the soft rock music channels on the TV. Handing Her the wine, I slide to the floor by Her feet. "I see you slipped back into bad habits while I was gone?" She says, as She raises an enquiring eyebrow towards the bottle in my hand. Sheepishly, I smile up at Her. "It's OK, you can have that one, but that will be the last!"
"Yes, Mistress, thank You Mistress." i meekly reply. i am immediately surprised, though i know i shouldn't be, at how easily i have slipped back into my role, my role as Her submissive. "May i massage Your feet, Mistress?" i ask.
"Yes, that would be very welcome, little boy." i unclip the stockings that have adorned Her legs, exposing Her softly tanned flesh, and pour some Almond Oil onto my hands. Taking one foot in my hand, i kneed the soft underside. From heel to ball, each thumb strokes upwards and out, from the centre of the heel to the outside edge of the foot, slowly, deeply, i stroke. Then i take each toe, gently pulling on it, stretching it, finally rubbing between each one, spreading the light sweat that lays within. i then lay the foot on one hand, and stroke the top of it with my other, strong strokes, feeling each of the tarsel bones with my fingers, circling Her delicate ankle, gently stroking at the achilles tendon. i repeat the actions with Her other foot, taking my time over the task, for i know that She has used these feet to exhaustion during Her work.
"Ah, that feels much better, keep going" As She opens her mountain of mail, She encourages me to continue, and i am only too happy to oblige. Reapplying more oil to my hands, i lay Her foot in my lap, where it pushes on my growing erection. With long strokes, from ankle to knee, i gently massage Her lower legs, speading the oil over Her already glowing skin, kneeding my hands into Her tired muscles. i also rub the front of Her leg, long slow strokes, taking my time on Her, carressing Her skin, relaxing Her soul. As i massage Her other leg, between ankle and knee, She (absent mindedly?) rolls Her foot across the bulbous head of my cock, pushing it down, then stroking the sensitive skin through my clothing. "OK, that's enough," She tells me, now that i have massaged both lower legs. "we need to finish this upstairs!".
As She stands, She picks up Her glass of white wine, now half full, and makes for the stairs. "You need to bring your beer bottle, and my luggage, oh and bring Me that magazine too", and She disappears up the stairs. Looking to Her pile of mail, i see three magazines. "Shit!" i whisper, which magazine did She want? i take the easy option, and grab all three, then reach down to get my bottle.
When i reach Her bedroom, i see that She has already stripped down to Her panties and a bra, and is busy spreading a towel on the floor. "i didn't know which magazine You wanted, Mistress, so i brought all three" i mention to Her. She smiles, shaking Her head. As She sits Herself on the bed, She asks me "Where is the oil, you haven't finished my massage yet?".
"Sorry, Mistress. i will go and get it now." i reply.
As She lays back on the bed, She tells me "Yes, go and get the oil, and my luggage!". i leave the bedroom, with a backward glance, i see Her taking a deep breath, then slowly letting it all out. As i descend the stairs, i frown, thinking 'it must have been a tiring flight home for Her. What can i do to make Her comfortable?'. Reaching the lounge, i grab the bottle of Almond Oil, and Her luggage, which, although it is heavy, i manage to get upstairs all in one go. As i enter Her bedroom again, leaving the luggage by the door, i look to Her, only to find that She has fallen fast asleep. Suddenly, i know what i can do to make Her comfortable! Nothing. Quietly placing the oil on Her bedside table, next to Her glass, i kneel beside Her on the floor.
As i kneel there, i watch Her, watch Her chest rise and fall, slowly with each steady breath. i watch Her eyes flutter slightly, as She dreams Her dreams, and momentarily, i wonder of what She dreams. i watch Her face as She sleeps, Her lips parted, they gently purse in and out, pushed by Her breath. Laying on the floor by Her feet, i wait for Her to awaken, for i know that when She is ready and has rested, She will.
As i lay by Her feet, i look at them, they are always an enchanting sight. Small toes curl slightly toward the ground, the nails polished with red. The delicate ankle that has been so thoroughly massaged shines in the light from the window, its smooth curves belying its strength. Her calf is strong, its muscle and tendon slides easily beneath Her skin. As i lay there i watch Her sleeping, letting Her recuperate at Her own pace.
Some time later, as i watch Her feet, i see one satrt to twitch, and know that She awakens. The sun now streams in through the light gauze at the window, lighting the room, it must be around four in the afternoon, i think. i sit up, and watch as She raises Her torso from the bed, a frown creases Her face as She looks down on me. "How long was I out for, little boy?"
"Not long, Mistress, it is now four o'clock. You must have been very tired." i reply.
She smiles, and replies "Yes, I am" and stifles a yawn with Her hand. "But we have something to finish don't we?"
"Yes, Mistress." i crawl over to the bedside table, and move the oil to the floor by the towel. As i do, i notice the glass that still stands there. "Would You like a fresh glass of wine, Mistress."
"I think I would, thank you." She replies. As i nod my head and disappear down stairs, She rises, and settles Herself on to the towel, leaning back on the bed. On my return with Her fresh glass of Chardonnay, i see that She has Her eyes closed again. She is *so* tired i think, as i quietly place Her wine on the bedside table, only to turn around and find that She is watching me, a smile playing on Her lips. "No, I am not asleep again, just resting my eyes."
"Yes, Mistress." i smile to Her, and hand Her the glass. "Is there anything else You would like before i resume Your masssage, Mistress?"
"Just pass Me the garden brochure, then begin again." i pass Her the brochure, then fall to my knees, by Her towel.
i pour Almond Oil into my palm, and rub my hands together, spreading the liquid. Gently, as She sips Her wine, i massage Her thighs, starting with the knee, each stroke a small circular motion, pushing deep within Her tired muscle, moving the blood, massaging Her aches away. Slowly i rise up Her thigh, now massaging Her mid thigh, where Her skirts fall to. Slowly rising higher, now massaging where Her stocking top would lie. Slowly higher still, now where Her mini skirts rise to, almost to the Nirvana that is Her pussy.
"Whoa, boy, whoa!" She smiles at me, "don't forget the other leg." She takes another sip of wine, and watches me repeat my actions on Her other thigh, kneading Her muscle, smoothing Her skin, rubbing Her troubles away. Reaching the lower edge of Her satin panties once again, She stops me once again, and stands up. "Take off my panties." Momentarily i glance down to my own groin, knowing of the pink silk that i wear beneath, then realise that i must remove the panties that She wears. Reaching up to Her knees, i slide my hands up the outside of Her thighs, enjoying the soft, silky feel of Her skin. Sliding a finger beneath each strap of satin on Her hips, i slowly pull the material down, it resists slightly within the juncture of Her legs, and glancing up to Her face i see She has closed Her eyes. i watch Her for mere seconds before i resume my task, and have soon slipped the panties down Her long, slender legs. i wait patiently for Her to make Her next demand of me.
