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Lexi FS 002a 6 Nov. 2021 to JuliusAbove When I arrived, S..
🕑 Added 2022-04-09 00:26:41 +0000 UTC Lexi FS 002a6 Nov. 2021
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When I arrived, Sir had me immediately kneel before where he was seated and kiss his toes. He was wearing some black toe socks in black slide type sandals. I was happy to kiss his nice, long toes, of course, and was also pleasantly surprised that they smelled pretty strongly as I figured they would have aired out in the open sandals. I guess the socks held onto some of his scent and I was reminded that it's nice to be wrong sometimes.
He then had me go change into one of my black and white maid uniforms and white thigh high stockings before setting me to work. I did so and there was a lot to do on this trip as some mud had been tracked into the kitchen and needed to be dealt with and then he also wanted me to clean the dirt and mud from the bottom of his work boots, on top of some of the normal dishes, general cleaning, and laundry.
I set about my tasks while Sir worked upstairs and then on his laptop. At one point after me not being in the living area where he was for a while he called out "Lexi, what are you doing?" I responded that I was working on cleaning his boots. He said "Okay" and I carried on. No big deal on it's own but I noticed that when he asked he didn't sound accusatory or angry, more curious and perhaps a bit concerned. I know some subs probably like their dom(me)s to be always watching over them and to at least psychologically strutting around with a riding crop or paddle with the ever present threat of punishment and I guess the excitement that may bring but I'm not like that and so I really appreciated that Sir didn't seem to immediately assume I was slacking off or doing the wrong thing and merely wanted to check in and make sure that I was okay and not off track due to some miscommunication or other reason. Not all dom(me)s are like this and it made me more grateful to be serving him.
Once I got most of the previously announced cleaning done, save some laundry that was still drying, he had me clean an area of the upstairs where I had never been before. I was truly excited to be allowed to see and enter another part of Master's domain, and to receive the honor of being able to clean it. The area was a second bedroom with it's own bathroom and a small closet. I focused on the bathroom first as it was in the most in need and I managed to get the mirror frame, mirror, sink, and toile t clean with a little extra time and effort and then I swept and mopped the bathroom floor, as I had read or heard somewhere it's generally best to clean from the top of the room down as dirt tends to drop down and settle so cleaning the floors first would be something of a self-defeating act.
While showing me the new-to-me area Sir had made a remark that if I got the bathroom cleaned first there might be enough time for me to vacuum the upstairs area that he was allowing me to access as well. I sort of treated it as a joke at the time, as I think it was partially intended, because who gets excited at the prospect of vacuuming? But then later as I was doing the vacuuming I realized I WAS happy and excited to be vacuuming, partially because I was getting to access a new area and to take care of it. And also there is something satisfying when you vacuum, at least to me, and to see a rather blah or dirty carpet become clean and 'upright' and all oriented the same way again as the carpet strands are pulled up and straight by the suction, and by how the room looks and feels better once you're done. I don't know if everyone feels this way, of it's part of the genetic makeup of a service submissive, or perhaps a sissy, or some combination of both, or maybe there is some low level lizard brain calculation along the lines of "the more brownie points you earn through good service the better chances you'll get to serve some feet". Most likely it's some combination of all of those things but in any event I was surprised to find out that I was indeed happy to be vacuuming and was also pleased once I got it done and the upstairs looked and felt better.
As I had been vacuuming I found a small empty closet off of the main room. It wasn't one of those wide closets with no depth but it wasn't really a walk-in closet either, somewhere in between. And as I vacuumed it I thought that in addition to being an empty closet it might also make a good small bedroom for a slave spending the night or longer. As I was musing about this and trying to picture laying there Sir walked up and startled me as the sound of the vacuum had masked his approach. I was honestly a little disappointed that he came in just then as I'd been hoping to pleasantly surprise him by doing the closet as well, which he hadn't mentioned when he was giving me my orders but he didn't seem particularly surprised or say anything so perhaps he had assumed I would clean the closet anyway. I was also rather embarrassed, both at being startled and I think somehow worried he could somehow see or sense that I was daydreaming about perhaps someday sleeping on the floor of an empty closet, possibly still in my uniform. Even thinking about that now makes me blush a bit.
Once I finished upstairs I came down and folded the clothes in the dryer. After that was done Sir told me to get my mat. He then cleared out from behind his desk and had me lay the mat down and then lay on my back under the desk with my head near the front of the desk and my legs under where he normally sat. He then set the chair back down over my body and he sat back down on it.
He then put me in the 'foot hood'. You've probably seen it in some of his clips but this is basically an L-shaped tube of yellow translucent rubber where the ring goes down over your neck and then the L joint goes at the back of your head, so the top of the "L" is a hole in front of your face. In the past Sir has put it on me but this time due to the tight quarters he had me put it on and he just adjusted it after a bit. He then put his sock covered feet down into the hole, covering my face. The rubber on the sides then closes off the air and area, effectively trapping your face in with the feet.
I then got to deal with, or enjoy, depending on your point of view, the strong scent of his feet as well as the texture of his black socks on my face for a while while he edited some clips on his computer. I practiced the technique he had taught me, drawing in the scent through my nose, holding for a few seconds, and then exhaling through my mouth.
After a few minutes Sir had me extend my tongue and lick his feet. Due to the positioning of his feet on my face plus being further constricted by the rubber I could not really move my face or mouth. As such I was doing small licks to the same spot on the sole of his foot, over and over. For some reason this becomes rather challenging after a couple of minutes. I'm not sure if it's because of my short tongue or the mind's desire to avoid reputation, or something else, but I started to have a hard time doing this simple task. I remembered back to a girlfriend I once had, believe it or not, who preferred me to lick her pussy in a similar way, not moving around or trying to do shapes or designs with my tongue, just a steady rhythm and pressure in the same place, over and over. I thought about that now and it helped me to relax and focus on my task better.
As I lay there under the chair I at first just put my arms up over my head. That was comfortable but didn't seem quite right somehow so I tried crossing my wrists over my head, imagining them being bound that way and what it would look like from above. That felt better, a form of self-imposed mental bondage, if you will. Later I tried going the other direction, spreading my arms and legs a bit as if I was tied spreadeagled under Sir's desk and chair, as continued to smell and lick his feet as I lay there. That felt good too but I think it ultimately felt best to spend most of my time with my wrists crossed overhead and my ankles crossed down below. It felt good and more artistic and submissive and perhaps a bit feminine or sissyish I suppose, though I was also glad I had the option of alternating positions at will so my muscles didn't cramp and so I didn't have to bother Sir.
As I lay there I also thought about how my back had actually been bothering me about midway through the cleaning but that even though I'd kept on the move and on my feet for about 3 hours it had stopped bothering me later on, or I'd stopped noticing it. Perhaps the excitement of getting new duties or to clean in a new, previously unseen, area distracted me. At any rate, I was now glad that the post-chores part of the evening allowed me to lay on my back for a few minutes.
At any rate, after the foot bath, Sir went back to using me for a simple footstool for a bit, now one for his magnificent, bare feet. He then gave me the command "Kiss!" I immediately sprang into action, quickly starting to plant many small kisses all over his soles. He stopped me after just a couple of seconds and instructed me to slow down and make them longer, meaningful kisses. I did so and then was struck by how he was right, that this was actually much better. It occurred to me that sometimes you get so into 'sub mode' that when you hear a command you jump, so to speak, to fulfill that command as quickly and, in a way, as fully as you can - here through a large number of kisses - when it might be better to take a more relaxed approach and that it may end up being a matter of quality over quantity. It's something I'll try to consider in the future and I appreciate Sir correcting me and showing me the light. I'm sure he'll probably want quick, rapid, small kisses in the future - as he has in the past - and I'll be happy to deliver those when ordered to do so, but I'll try to be more conscientious and not just default to 'fastest possible compliance mode' in terms of quality of submission.
