Pampering Master

Yesterday I spent naptime getting the bedroom cleaned up and last night I took a dose and a half of Tylenol Sinus. After getting Boy down for the night, I changed into a new neglige...a red lacy-bra top with a red sheer "gown" to my ankles, split up the front. I lit candles, set out massage oil and trimming tools, and put on some soft music. Then I slipped downstairs, made Master tea, and knelt at his feet. He knew I had wanted something, but all of THIS surprised him. *smile*

He took one look at me. "I need to finish this thought," and turned back to the computer. I knelt quietly, my eyes closed, waiting for my Beloved Master. When I heard the computer snap closed, I looked up.

"Yes pet?"
"Master, may I have the honor of pampering Master this evening?"

He grinned, asked me to preen and model the new outfit. Then he got up and stretched. "Yes, I think that would be nice."

He followed me upstairs and murmured appreciation for the room. He excused himself to the bathroom, and I waited by the bed. He emerged nude and I invited him to lay down and get comfortable. Beloved liked to be trimmed fairly close, and he hadn't given me a chance to tend to him in a while. I carefully trimming his pubs, balls, and ass. He talked about things at work, how much he enjoyed playing with Boy...nothing earth-shattering, just talk.

When I was finished, I asked which would be preferred, quiet relaxing time or a massage. Beloved smiled and said he'd enjoy my touch. I began by rubbing the warmed almond & sandalwood oil into his feet, paying special attention to his toes and heel. When I finished, I kissed his feet and pulled on some socks. I poured more oil into my hands and began again on his ankles, soothing his calves and thighs. I ran my hands over his freshly trimmed pubis and down over his cock. Using my left hand to cradle Master's balls, I massaged his perineum and prostate with my right. Slowly, I switched the attention to his scrotum and cock. He did not rise, which I took as a good thing...it meant I was actually RELAXING him rather than exciting him.

I moved up over his belly and chest, and asked him to flip over so that I could rub out his shoulders, arms, back and ass. I could feel the muscles loosen under my touch. I moved down the backs of his legs, and brushed my fingers over his feet. Beloved asked the I work his neck a bit more, and I did, releasing the knots on the sides of his neck. When my hands were mostly dry, I moved up to the base of his skull and worked over his scalp. Gradually, I lightened my touch until I was barely touching him, lightly running my fingers over his back, tracing the shadows from the candlelight.

I knelt at the edge of the bed and whispered if there was anything else I could do...

"No, pet...this was fantastic. I am pleased."

Glancing at the clock, I was surprised to see two hours had past. I pulled up his blankets, tucked him in. Beloved barely moved. I blew out the candles, changed into my jammies, and then crawled in beside him, content and sure that everything would be alright. I am His.