Pussy Worship
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Tuesday, January 17, 2006Fair TradeDue to some female issues, I've been out of the pleasure ranks for a few days. So, I decided pet should be too. He's been denied and denied, and still managed to get a huge hickey on his chest. Poor pet. He was full to bursting during our morning shower, and I felt a certain obligation to allow him relief, if only to protect his prostate health. So, I offered him a deal--you provide me something, I provide you the chance to orgasm. He proposed a full pedicure with painted toenails, I accepted. I sent him researching a while back to learn the best way to give a pedicure. It is really quite involved, with foot soaking and massage, nail clipping and filing and finally polish (red this time). Normally, I know better than to allow his orgasm before my part of whatever bargain, but in this case I made an exception. He stroked only a few times before shooting across the shower with a low moan. Later tonight during House, I get my reward. Ah, tea, House and foot massage. Life is good. Update: Well, as with most things life got in the way of a perfect evening. House was bumped for American Idol (shame Fox, shame). Pet has some very stressful work issues that are keeping his mind off of service, which sux. However, I do have lovely red toes this morning, so all was not lost. |
