Now the other possibility is that she is waiting for her new sub to give her foot massage or perform some other form of service. Maybe the sub is a new one and it is taking him a moment to gather his courage.

I don’t tolerate that anymore. If I’ve done something that inconveniences someone, and she tells me, I’ll offer an apology. Unless I did it intentionally to annoy her or it’s in a class of insults that isn’t readily forgiven, the expectation is that she’ll accept the apology and we move on.

Given that I don’t make a habit of intentionally annoying people nor do I engage in the sorts of activities that should earn me this sort of expression, I don’t expect to (or deserve) to ever see it.

All that being said… I love the blue dress. As a photograph, just like so many of your photos, this one is art.

Arafin – that was a new direction for your stories (the foot cleansing). Interesting :) I find I am now a bit more interested in that than I was before – you made it sound quite appealing.

Lady Julia

“Baroness, may I remove your shoes and wash your feet now?”

The man’s voice was humble like that of a timid servant rather than that of a gentleman wearing an expensive silk tuxedo. He remained kneeling as he waited for her answer, head bowed, but not so deeply that he could not crane his eyes upwards to catch the reaction he was hoping so desperately to see, that tiny nod of approval or the slightest wrinkle of the lips to signify the affirmative. The sign never came and he thus trembled with a dizzying mixture of frustration and awe.

Although he knew he did not have permission to gaze upon her, he did so anyway, not seeking to be punished but quite simply unable to avoid the temptation, so powerful was her allure. With arms draped upon the sides of her gilded chair in the most agonizingly nonchalant pose, she just smirked at him a little to let him know that she recognized his transgression.

The hot soapy water in the basin was getting cold and he wanted to ask his Mistress again if he could bath her lovely feet, but he dared not speak a second time. These were the rules and he felt deliciously compelled to obey them. It was like oxygen for his aching lungs, like water for his parched lips. To obey her wishes was a need so strong that it had driven him almost mad with longing at times, but it was a madness he felt addicted to and would not willingly part with for anything in the world.

Then, with soft suddenness perhaps borrowed from some ancient and unexpected wind, she graced his ears with a puff of precious words. “You may wash my feet, dear boy, but not with the contents of that basin.”

For a moment he was confused, not realizing her meaning and becoming puzzled how he would comply. Then, like a child finding an hidden treasure placed cleverly for him to discover, he smiled broadly from ear to ear, a big goofy grin accompanied by a the hot flush of blood rushing to his face, ….. and elsewhere. Inching forward like a frightened deer approaching a water hole where there might be lions, his gaze now fixated solely upon the Baroness’ feet, the gentleman captive allowed himself to be drawn closer and closer to the ecstasy which emanated from his all consuming desire, …. to please HER.

“Your tongue is so rough, little one. It tickles.” She laughed a sparkling shower of cascading pleasure bubbles down on to him as she said this. The spoken words and tinkling laughter were more like molten sunlight to the vein than sound to the ears. Each syllable sent shivers up and down his spine as he licked, a marvelously confounding and ensorceling rhythm of energy, building and building, feverishly seeking escape yet simultaneously longing to be held in forever.

Wally