Pampering

Tonight, and lately, I’ve had deep deep longings to be able to pamper my babygirl; and this flashed into my head, after a txt conversation we had, and I wanted to write it out.

We had just finished painting your toes, all pretty in my blue, for me. When they were dry enough, I stood you up- and said, “Strip off your clothes, every stitch.”

Your eyes went a lil dark, and I could see speculation gleaming, but you visibly shivered- and slowly, eyes meeting mine, started to disrobe. When you were naked before me, I took your hand and led you to the bed, and gently guided you, laying you down on your stomach, carefully lifting your legs and putting a pillow under your ankles, to keep from smearing the polish; then, I turned the lights down, and went to the sink, and ran hot water over a bottle of eucalyptus oil, warming it.

Returning to you, you turned your head to see what I had, started to speak, but I put my finger across your lips, saying, “Hush now. This is something I’ve wanted to do forever, and your only job is to relax, and breath, and feel my touch.”

I lifted your hair, shorter now, cute as can be, and put a little of the warm oil in my hands, and began to rub you; not a deep tissue owie pressure, but firmly enough not to tickle, softly enough to soothe, with the soft smell of the oil beginning to permeate our space. Slowly, carefully, smoothing oil into the back of your neck.. down your shoulders, across your back; then down the back of your left arm, adding oil to the dry spots, carefully smoothing it in, seeing your skin start to reflect the dim lights, watching your breathing.

Over to your right arm, down to the hand; then back to the long sleek muscles in your back, along the spine, hands gliding softly, warm, feeling your smooth skin warm and tender under my touch.

Down to your ass, carefully and gently spreading the cheeks a bit, working my oily fingers into your cleft, making sure to coat every inch of skin lightly, pressing just a bit into your asshole, then lower, along your taint; under the asscheek on your right leg, and back of thigh- carefully along the knee, down your calf to your heel.

Shifting, lifting your leg a bit, oiling your foot, the heel and arch I love so much, the ball that has to stand too much, under and along each of your precious little toes, careful to not let the oil spoil the polish; then to your left side, along and down, smoothing and soothing with my hands, the gentle aroma filling the room, your breath deeping, slowing, smiling as I saw your body relaxing into the bed.

Turning, carefully guiding you onto your back, moving the pillow so it supports your knees; and back to your head, just a teeny bit of oil left on my hands, to gently caress your forehead, temples, cheeks, ensuring it’s not goopy, but soft and pleasing; your ears, your jawline, under your chin, across your neck, every bit of skin important and loved.

Down your left arm, longer strokes changing to short rubs at your wrist, working each finger from base to tip, top and bottom, sides; palms, heel of your hand, and back to your right side, balancing the energy of my love, of your heart and body, cherishing your sweet presense.

To your chest, across the ribs, each underarm, leaving no point unloved; breasts, cupping carefully, lifting them, smoothing warm oil into them, nipples gently, softly; then along your diaphragm, across your tummy, remembering to press firmly enough not to tickle, softly enough not to hurt, little touch at your pretty tummybutton, seeing you almost have to giggle, thinking “oops”.

Down your belly, onto your hips, a little extra oil at your mound, so the rubbing doesn’t irritate the hair, but works through it to the skin. Line of groin, then up each side of your vulva, gently spreading the lips, caressing with just a bit of the oil, caressing it into your lips. Touch more oil, and across your opening, pressing it together again, and down to meet where I’d left off at your ass.

Shifting lower, down your left thigh, careful at the knee, and along the sides of your leg, to your ankle, and top of your foot- again each toe, one by one, slowly and gently.

Right thigh, spreading the oil, and down your shin, working it into your ankle, foot, and toes.

Setting the oil aside, I then knelt on the bed, by your side; and I put my left hand over your heart Chakra, and my right on your root, and whispered to you: “Darling girl, I love you. Feel the energy flowing, feel the balance, feel me guiding them and being the transit, sending you my power, my energy, taking all the tightness and coldness from you…”

I held there, a while, then shifted my right hand to your second Chakra, and repeated, “Take my love and energy, and give me the bad twisted portions, let me have the fears and doubts, for right now, they belong to me and have no place in you…”

Another move, my left hand still on your heart, closest to mine, right to your solar plexus, and as once before, I felt the shudder as your Chakras adjusted, almost a writhing feeling, and smiled, when I saw a tear leak from your closed eyes- because I knew you could feel it, and knew you were releasing…

Again, a change, sliding around to keep my left hand at your heart, my right to your throat, and I whispered, “Communication isn’t alway verbal, as you know, feel what I’m telling you, feel and send to me what needs to be said, let it move through us in love and respect and caring…”

And again, hand to your third eye, hand on your heart, “See the mysteries, see the universe and cosmos watching us, see how they led us together, see with me…”

And last, to your crown, that purple point, encompassing so much of us, and holding you there, leaned over, and whispered with my mouth just an inch from your lips, “Darling, let the thoughts relax, balance the thinks with the root, share the joy of all your being with the rest of yourself, and with me, and those you love.”

A kiss, softly on your lips, as I moved and leaned back, so I could toss all the bads away, so I wouldn’t give them back to you, when I joined again with you, as you pulled me close and opened yourself to me, one breath, one body, one spirit, once again.

Daydreams-

There have been several things lately, that I’ve noted mentally that I want to write out… but somehow they never seemed to come together in my head, to the point where I could write them as fully as I’d like; so I thought I’d take a moment tonight, and just put down some of the little flashy-visuals that I’ve had, and some parts of the much longer involved fantasies that have been in my head as well.

These are going to be rather random, and I’m not going to try to group them as to “when” or “What else” I was thinking. I’m just going to blurt…

…You were bad, so I instructed you, “Go and bring the blue rope here.” You did, and placed it in my hand; I then directed you,
“Remove your clothing. Every stitch. Take a cushion from the setee, one that you think looks nice- because it will now be known as your punishment cushion. Place it on the floor in front of me, and kneel on it; head up, hands out..”
I watched as you did these things, and as you looked up at me, nude and hands outstretched, I leaned over and quickly tied a shibari-cuff around your arms, and said, “Now, lean over, ass high, arms on floor… and when instructed to “Take your punishment position”, this is your sequence; bring rope, strip, obtain cushion, kneel, arms out for tying, then lean over with ass up… and as you lower your head, you will say to me, “Please may I have my punishment now, I know I need it.”

Your eyes went black at my words, and you said softly, as instructed, “Please may I have my punishment now, I know I need it.”

So, as you knelt with your arms bound, and head down on them, with your ass lifted high and bare, I put one knee to the floor next to you; and placing my left hand on your back, I carefully, deliberately, spanked each cheek five times, one after the other, firmly.

As I did, you wriggled.. you squirmed… you gasped… you whimpered… and you puddled…

***

We had been searching and searching, and finally found the perfect set of collars; his and hers. Soft, supple, created to our design, so each was an intricate and intimate reminder to the subbies we are, of the ownership and Dominance that we would give to the other.

We decided that rather than placing on our own necks, the first time, we were going to make the ceremonial collaring as special as our own selves, and our joining one to the other as Dominant and Submissive…

I had set several candles out, and prepared the incense; as you stood before me, eyes down, waiting… I said quietly, “My darling, my sweet little one, are you ready and sure of this?”

“Yes, Oh yes,”…

Together, we moved around the room; lighting each candle in turn, until the room was softly flickering in the light.. the incense filling the air.. and I slowly, gently, very tenderly kissed you, and slowly, gently undressed you; as you stood there, nude female before her clothed male, I admired your beauty, and could see your eyes softening, deepening, as you let yourself feel your own submission rising within you…

I took your hand, and told you that the first part of the ceremony is to prepare you, and as your Dom, it was my job to do so… so I led you to the bath, filled and scented with oils and bubbles.. and carefully guided you into it, where I washed your hair, your skin, your body. Hair was removed, until you gleamed soft and smooth; oils and lotions applied, and gentle towels…

Pressing your shoulders gently, you sank to your knees before me; I stood looking down at you, and made this vow:

“I will cherish you; i will care for you; I will always remember that as your Dominant, my primary job is to give you what you need, be it soft care, or swift pain; I will use you as you need to be used, and pamper you as you deserve to be pampered. I will seek always to ensure your safety and protect your heart, to the very best of my abilities.”

And you replied to me,
“I will obey, and trust, and give you my gift of self; I will submit to your desires, knowing that you are seeking only to fulfil my submissive needs, and always to give fully and joyfully, as I know that will please you; I trust that you will care for me, and while I may not always know why I’m to do things, I will know in my heart that they are for my own satisfaction.”

So, I took out the collar, and asked you to lift your hair, and said,

“This is the only time I will ask, and not instruct, my darling. Will you wear my collar?”

“Yes, Daddy Lord Sai, I will wear it proudly.”

Fastening the collar around your neck, I claimed you and bound you to me… and lifting you to your feet, I led you to the bed where I claimed my sweet little darling by filling her with myself, as we joined deeply and happily together.

***

We found our seats, on the airplane for our escape; settling in, buckling seatbelts, pulling a snatched blanket over our laps, we grinned, we giggled, we kissed and squeezed hands. Takeoff, and holding hands tightly, heads turned to each other, oblivious of the crowds around, kissing and smiling and whispering… dimming of cabin lights, shades pulled down, snuggling under our blanket, laughing at ourselves as we tried to entwine our feet, tried to get even closer… a little gasp, as my fingers teased up your thigh, slipping your skirt higher under the blanket, finding a pantiless mound shaved smooth and soft… a squirming wriggle, as your little fingers found my zipper, and unzipped, unsnapped, opened my pants…
pausing as the steward offered drinks, using the tray to help hide our movements… shifting in the seats, adjusting, slipping onto my lap and laying sideways, letting your thighs fall open a bit, so I could access your sweet juices, smearing fingertips around & finding that sexy hot steamy puddle…
feeling your hand grasping me, moving my balls, softly stroking… your fingertips across the slit, lifting my leaking precum to your mouth for a taste, your eyes closing as you sucked it off…
more whisper movements, turning, sliding onto me more fully, spreading legs… guiding fingers, probing cock, opening pussy… heat, wetness, slick, cock entering, stifling your breath, holding your hips and caressing your breasts as you maneuver onto me…
fucking, slow and careful and quiet, little glances of “oh my god we’re doing this”, watching.. wondering, “can anyone tell? would we care? Oh my god, we’re fucking here…”
sharp spasms, deep pulses, deep fast breathing, shhhh… orgasms, sticky hot cum into you, leaking mixture down my shaft and balls… giggling cleanup sortof, shifting, side by side, holding, looking into each others eyes, laughing, caressing, playing in our “goop” together… loving you, feeling your love for me, slow drift to a nap, chuckling together and stuck together…

***

We sailed from NY on a hot afternoon, out the lower harbor, meeting the Atlantic swells; the day was bright, sunspots glittering on the water, Lorelei making a rainbow with her bow wave in the wind. Laughing, talking, sharing and pleased as we slipped away from land, and work and  jobs and worries and cares.
As we sailed out, in the bright hot sun, we stripped, and I pulled you to me, feeling your sweet brown body with mine, tucking you next to me, showing you how we adjust sails and rudder, teaching you to bring Lorelei alive in your hands; we laughed at the spray, chilly across our overheated skin. We ensured I wouldn’t burn to a crisp, my yankee-winter-white skin so pale compared to yours, the sharp smell of the sunblock filling our noses, the tang of the salt air, the sound of rushing water and crackling sails, our laughter as you looked backward at the wake, rather wiggly…

We sailed, and we laughed, and we made love there in the cockpit, joining together in peaceful happy giddy togetherness, sharing love and experiences and learnings..

So we laughed and sang and loved, and sailed away…

***

That will do, for now- I wanted to get some of this out there, for you my darling; m’Lady, my Lily, my sweet love… There’s so much more I want to say, and will, but for now that will do. Just remember this-

I love you

Indian Heels

A recent conversation I had with Sai Lord/knight about “characters” and “types of people” that are a turn-on also segwayed a bit into discussing “costumes” and “uniforms” that are turn-ons, as well as “role playing”.
They are not all the same thing to me.
In fact, they’re all different from one another.
But delineating the differences of those (as I see it) is not the point of this post, so I won’t get into that now. Instead, I just want to catalog a “want” that our discussion stirred again for me… a “gimme!”
It’s a pair of shoes that I came across online months ago, while researching something completely unrelated to Luna Vestales or D/s.

It really should come as no surprise that I, like most women, have a shoe fetish. (I also have a bit of a foot fetish, but I’ll save that for another day, too.)
For those reasons, I wasn’t sure if I should post this as Lady or princess (since both of “us” share those fetishes), but since these would most likely turn me into a sexy squaw, the little Indian princess would like to add these to her “Wish List”: