UAfter a long day, going to town to buy L some suckie sweets, she was made up to get her favourite Yorkshire mix, ( a variety of fruit flavoured boiled sweets, ) then a selection of sugar free sweets, as she is diabetic, before taking L to her radiotherapy and her arm exercise class, my back was killing me. Since our great day at the kit car show last Sunday, my back has slowly gotten worse. A bit unusual for it to happen slowly, normally after a day out, it’s the next few days that are agony, then with rest, it would get better. I think I’d rather it be agony over a few days than slowly getting worse over time. By the time I got home, walking was a struggle, well, doing anything was a struggle. And I was shattered.
E came home from work, stayed for all of an hour, enough time to get changed, check his hair was perfect, top up the freeze spray so it stays perfect, top up the aftershave, again, then doing both again before going out, saying he would be out for the night, playing pool then going clubbing, so he would be home late.
Normally I would be excited to have an evening for us to play, and I’d been so desperate for Master to touch me, spank me, fuck me and use me, but I literally had all my energy zapped outta me and I doubted my back would cope with any position we tried. Master asked if I would like to play, but looking at me he said, “ Or are you too tired ?” I hated to admit I was past too tired, I felt like a walking zombie and as long as I didn’t move, my back didn’t pound.
I was so mad, so fucked off with my body, my head desperate for a play but again, my body let me down.
We had nothing planned for dinner and getting way past dinnertime so Master chose a tin of soup, as I was too tired and sore to think, so I opted for soup too, even though I really hate the stuff. Master sorted everything, bowls, plates, spoons, bread to dunk in, tipped the tins upside down in 2 bowls for the dogs to have and heated up our soup. A real nutritious meal, not. But for once, I did enjoy it, though I never find soup filling, one reason why I don’t like it. Putting the plates and bowls on the floor for the dogs to enjoy any remains, Master said, “ hope you enjoyed that so you’ve some energy to give me a nice foot massage.” I looked at him, my mouth ready to say no way, or not quite that polite, but I said nothing. If my back was terribly bad I would have said I can’t today, my back is just too sore and Master would understand, never pushing me if my pain level is too high. And I would never use this as an excuse not to do something. So once our dinner had settled he told me to massage his feet.
Now before I start this next part, I need to tell you, I HATE FEET. It’s my biggest thing I hate in a human body, occasionally I have massaged Master’s and E’s feet, but I’ve never liked or enjoyed it. I don’t like my feet touched either, but I’ve tolerated massaging Master’s feet since we began our D/s life. It amuses Master because he knows how much feet make me cringe. He laughs at my grimaces as I touch them. It’s not that I don’t want to relax Master after a hard day, I love doing things like massaging his back, head, shoulders, bottom, just not feet and even if I try to look happy doing it, my face never lies, showing how much I’m hating this task.
But when I do it, I know I do a good job and Master feels much better after it, I wouldn’t mind doing it as a daily evening task after dinner really because I can see how much Master is chilling and winding down after a hard day at work.
I knelt in front of him, sat on a cushion, I took his slippers off, and my usual thing is to test the feet for sweatiness, thankfully none was there today. Then he told me to massage on bare feet this time. I give a slight glare towards Master but slipped his socks off. Revealing bits of black fluff from his socks stuck to his skin, so I used a sock to try to wipe away the bits. “Maybe they should be washed first,” Master stated. Again, a mini glare, again, my mouth twisted to prevent a mouthful of abuse coming out. Oh he’s really enjoying this, I thought and you just had to look at his face to see how much fun he was having. But I thought okay, maybe it will be better to wash his feet first. So, struggling to get up, I hobbled to the kitchen, wondering what I could use as a bowl. I would not use a food bowl, yuck that thought is nasty, we used to have a cat litter tray I used to wash the dogs feet but we threw it out months ago because it was never used. It would have been perfect for this task. So I opted for the only other thing, a bucket, small painters buckets I have upstairs and downstairs, as they are very small they are not too heavy when filled with water. I ripped off a new dish cloth, filled the bucket with hot water and soap and came back to kneel in front of Master.
I then decided to do something I’ve never done. A few weeks ago when E was staying over at his girlfriend’s house, I had a thought to be dressed up in my French maids outfit, ready to serve Mater for the entire evening. Unfortunately that was when the brakes went on his Lotus so he was planning on coming home and fixing them, ready for when we were going to the kit car show. I’d asked him during the day if he was planning on doing the car when he got home and he said yes, if it’s dry. So I decided it wasn’t worth me dressing up as he was going to be mega busy. And he was, only stopping for food before continuing until 9pm.
Anyway back to last night, I got up, telling Master I would be back in a minute, stripped off, freshened myself up, got the French maids outfit out, and struggled to pull it on. I’ve gained a few extra pounds since buying this dress, but it fitted okay once on. Brushing my hair, I put the hair band on and came back down. Master thought I was going to come down in some sexy lingerie, ( though I don’t have any ) unless he meant the sexy outfits we bought ages ago when we were thinking about going to a kink club. But he seemed happy with my choice of outfit, as I knelt down in front of him, the water was still warm as I washed his feet then massaged them. I’ve got to be honest, I loved washing his feet, it made me feel like his slave, that I was submitting to him, looking after his needs, not caring that my back ached at all, my only focus was him.
Eventually the massage ended, then Master said something that ruined this fun.“ Now I want you to lick my foot. “ I glared at him, “ No way, I’m not licking your foot. “ I simply stated, this was going way beyond how much I hate feet. I’ve watched videos of girls sucking toes, YUCK, makes me feel sick.
“ You will do it, and none of this tip of the tongue, a proper lick from top to bottom, “ Master smirked at me, he knew I was swearing internally at him. I bent down and put the tip of my tongue on his sole and quickly went upwards, then repeated on the other foot. My face must have looked a picture but he grinned at me watching. “ Now do it again, this time with your tongue properly licking my foot, that last one was just the tip.” He told me, enjoying watching me fume inside. So I repeated again, putting a tiny bit more of my tongue touching him. Honestly writing this down, I feel sick just thinking about it. “ Now I want you to do it as if you were lapping up water, your full tongue from bottom to top. “ My god, I wanted to swear my head of at him, I wanted to throw an almighty fit at him for making me do this. Bending down again, my tongue fat against his foot I licked his foot, my grimaces plain to see.
He took photos of all this, you can plainly see my face cringing, grimacing, glaring.
Finally that bit was over so I cleared everything away. Suddenly Maser called out, “You’d better get your dressing gown on, here’s E.” “What ?” I asked, then I saw through the curtains his red car pull up, another car behind him. Quickly I ran upstairs, putting my dressing gown but stayed in the bedroom. I heard him say to Master that he was just dropping his car off so he could go drinking and clubbing, sort his hair again then went out once more, this time saying he would be out late. I waited until I heard the car drive away then came back down, locking the door again. Master called me over to stand by him as his hand slid up my leg to fondle my ass. Sighing, I stayed put enjoying his touch even though it was becoming more of a big squeezy pinch. Slapping my ass a few times he then told me to go. But I refused, wiggling my ass by him, whining for his hand again. It came down very very hard on my thigh, I ouched but didn’t move. “ I said you can go. “ He told me. I shook my head, whined and muttered “ Uh uh. “ Another hard slap on my side, I moved a tiny step. Master just looked at me, I moved another tiny step, when he walloped me so hard I ouched loudly. Stepping away, rubbing my bum. “ Go and bend over the settee and stay there, “ He told me. So I bent over the settee, arms and head resting on the seat, legs apart. After a few minutes I began to get bored so I started wiggling my bum to the music from the TV. “ Stop moving,“ He said, his voice showing signs of amusement. I’ve no idea how long I was there, wiggling, tapping my feet, doing a little dance, but to be honest it was rather comfy.
Suddenly Master got up off his chair and started spanking me hard, one side, then the other, it really stung, heat deepening which each slap. Then he went again, sat back down and watched TV. I took my glasses off and got comfy still bent over the settee, wiggling, legs dancing a little until Master got up again. His palm hitting my ass, the sting and fire totally unexpected, he never hits this hard with his palm. But I could almost feel the red handprint burning into my ass cheek. He grabbed something and started using this to spank me, I think it was his slipper, but then he used mine, which was much stingier, harder and I tried to wiggle away. But he grabbed a handful of my ass cheek, bent down and bit it, I was screeching into the settee, but when he moved to the other side, ready to repeat it I knew what to expect, wriggling more, trying to move around so he couldn’t bite me, it didn’t work, he bit down hard. Finishing with another flurry of rock hard swats. As we hadn’t played for a while the sting felt much sharper, the burn hotter than ever, but I enjoyed every slap and slipper, my ass felt amazing. Master stood up, went to the kitchen, as I tried to figure out what he was getting, then I felt something pressing onto my asshole, then something got pushed in, I thought at first it was deep heat cream, knowing how much Master enjoyed using it, but there was no smell, no burning heat, then something else was pushed in, and another. I’ve no idea what they were. Then he disappeared again. “ I know what will keep them in. “ Then I felt ice touch my hole, feeling it contract against the cold. As it got pushed in, I groaned, whimpered, I don’t like ice up my bum. Once in, I got a few hard slaps, right across my pussy and ass, until I closed my legs together, holding my ass tight so I didn’t let the melted water escape. I stayed there for quite a while until Master said I could get up. As soon as I moved the water escaped and trickled down my leg a little. Cleaning up I sat back on the settee, playtime was over and it was so much fun. Even though there were no orgasms, for either of us, there was a little spanking, humiliation and lots of pampering for Master. I loved it.
The next day I asked Master what he had pushed up my bum as I had no idea, he laughed and said 3 grapes, they were just the perfect size and shape. I was surprised, nothing had come out. He said they will have been absorbed into your system. He chuckled as he continued with his job, I had no idea what he used but I knew it felt smooth. Master does enjoy putting odd things in my holes, lol.