Public Massage

We are travelling a lot at the moment and life keeps us so occupied that there is little naughty thoughts or feelings to write about. I feel like it is abandoning the blog a bit, so here a little event from earlier today.

We were on a short haul flight and I had - as so often not managed to pack the reading that feels exciting enough to dedicate any time to. My partner - on the other hand - was happily scanning through page after page on her Kindle, her legs rested on my legs. I tried to keep my legs in the position that would be most comfortable to her and felt a wonderful warmth of having a subservient role for the women I regard as my mistress. 

Then in an effort to make it even more comfortable to her, I decided to take off her boots and give her a deep tissue foot massage for the remainder of the flight. A bloke who sat next to me looked a wee bit surprised and kept staring at me. I first felt excitement and distracted. But I then remembered that all I was doing was to give my partner a relaxing massage. I concentrated on the massage and ignored the stares of the guy next to me.

I felt happy to have the privilege to massage this gorgeous girl that I love. I felt I had a purpose there and then, a purpose much higher than what may be expected. 

Getting back into Bondage

When you top from the bottom whilst feeling submissive to someone who is not really embracing the lifestyle, there is a line between trying to do her a favour and pushing your own kink. I don't believe that it is possible not to push your kink at all but there is plenty of doubt that what you do is doing her a favour.

This weekend one of my topping activities was clearly converted into being in favour. I was not given the option to share the bed but it was made clear from the start that the floor was my fate for at least this weekend.

Last night we progressed into bondage. Usually in the past there were serious boundaries to cross to even be allowed self bondage in her presence. This weekend she merely nodded me off making sure the keys were located far away enough for me not to be able to reach them.  When I hinted that some teasing may be really mean she only smiled and said that no teasing was somewhat meaner. I do wonder if she has done some research.