Master works long hours, travels long distances, and is weary at the end of His day. When He comes home I want to be kneeling naked and ready at His feet. I want Him to walk through the door and the first thing He sees is me. How I am kneeling before Him, my head bowed, my hands clasped in front of me, my focus totally on Him, and ready to take care of His every need.
I feel His hand brush my hair and hear Him say, "Hello beautiful," and in return I say, "Hello Master." I hear him sit in the chair and I take off his shoes socks and place them neatly under His chair. I pick up the lotion and rub some in my hands warming it with my body heat, placing His foot in my lap, and I start rubbing the day's weariness out of them. I do each foot the same way. Each the same amount of time and rubbing them as W/we chat about O/our days activities.
He stands and I am still kneeling at His feet. I undo the button and zipper on His pants and take them off along with His boxer/briefs. I fold them neatly and stack them in His chair. I stand and then proceed to take his shirt off, fold it, and stack it as well. Master loves that I take care of His things. I love the pleasure it brings me to know I have pleased Him.
He moves to the bed and I follow Him there. I watch as he lays down on His stomach and all I can think is how magnificent He is. His muscles ripple with every movement and are so prominent. I want to touch Him. I pour more lotion in my hands and rub them together and start on His calves rubbing them up and down. Lightly at first then working up to working out the tension in them. I move up to His thighs, His ass, and then His back. I love the feel of Him under my hands. How the lotion feels between O/our skin. How I feel the days stresses release as I rub Him down. I never know how long this may take but I don't stop until I feel the stress in His back and shoulders is gone.
He turns over and is lying on His back. I see His smile and know I have done well so far. He is relaxing and that is all I wanted to see. I rub down His chest and it is then I have to control myself. The feel of His muscles under my hands are driving me wild. I know He can tell because as I start to pull away and go down to his thighs and calves He takes my hand and places it back on chest and says, "Not yet little one a little more." The want in my eyes; I know He sees it. I bow my head and rub his chest and shoulders more. I can feel every muscle rippling under my hands as I rub down His arms.