Lexi FS 003 13 Nov. 2021 to JuliusAbove I'm low on sleep a..
🕑 Added 2022-04-09 00:47:26 +0000 UTC
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
