Discommbobulated

It’s been a few days since I’ve felt the BDSM motivation to blog. What has inspired me to write tonight? After work I looked at my overworked hands and aching feet. They need some attention tonight. Sorry for you foot fetishers. The type of attention I needed tonight did not involve my highly arched size 8” tanned feet being worshipped. Nor did it involve my sexual arches to be placed into some sexy leather stilettos while a foot fetisher rubbed hisself on my heel. I needed to be pampered. Way over due for a gel manicure and a lavender filled pedi. Although I know her name is not Selina, I let her ask me the usual questions. Gel nail? I do for you. You got boyfriend? Why you got no boyfriend? You so pretty. Only five dolla more for the private room. And yes bitch I want to be alone. It feels so good as this beautiful Asian gal rubs the lavender cream on my arches. Soooo goood. Thank you. For a moment I fantasize that Selina gently yet firmly raises my legs and wonderfully graces my feet with a leather crop of her choosing.  I moan and she states, “ feels good.”? If she only knew what I was thinking. She smiles. I close my eyes tighter as I enjoy every foot stroke she lavishes me with. Oh how I wish she would be a bit more forceful, firm, harder. She rinses my wonderfully pedicured feet with warm water. She takes delight in her handy work. Selina slowly places my gold strappy sandals on my feet. I take a moment to breath and I smile as I notice the moistness on my panties. She guides me slowly to the manicure table. She places my right hand into a nice sudsy warm bowl of water. I mentally beg for more. She will never know what I need. The wants I desire. For a moment I let myself fantasize about my sexually driven naughtiness. If only she would only tie my wrists. Instead tonight I will settle for the bright yellow polish and shiny gems she gracefully places on my nails. I’m temporarily satisfied.