So a few weeks ago, she and I moved in together.

We found a new place, a two bedroom apartment in a fairly new building. Currently the spare bedroom is being used to store boxes of things that still need to be put away but eventually it’ll be used as her photo studio.

We’re settling in, getting things put away, gearing up for the holidays. We’re flying back to her hometown and I’ll meet her family.

There’s something about this space, it’s hard to describe.

It’s like a sanctuary.

After work I come in the door and I can just feel the weight of my day lifted off of me.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh

After a couple of weeks of my asking, she posted a schedule of chores for me to do. My brain doesn’t work in a way that allows me to walk into a room and know exactly what needs to be done. Rather than constantly asking with “what can I do?” I asked for a list.

I love it!

We’re planning to do a lot in our new place. Parties (kinky and non), photo shoots, having a place for out-of-town friends to crash.

The days go by so quickly here. It feels like just like yesterday I was providing service to her for the first time and I look on the calendar and it’s been six months since I first walked into her old apartment.

Six months!

I can’t believe it’s gone by so fast.

It’s been an amazing 1/2 a year and I’m excited to see what the new year brings.

Continued from Part 1

(I’d go into all of the dirty details but….this day was such a milestone for me on so many ways, I’d like to leave some things for just she and I)

I worked for another hour or so, marking off the list of chores she had assigned to me.

I left to drop off a dress at the dry cleaners and pick up a load of laundry. On my way back I sent her a text message asking if I could grab a snack on my way home. I was in such a rush on my way there a few hours earlier that I didn’t have time to eat lunch and by this time is was almost 5. She responded with “Yes but be very quick. You’re in trouble”.

“Fuck” I thought. I had been so careful. Did I break something? Ruin a piece of clothing?

I skipped the snack and rushed back to her place since I wanted to quickly fix whatever I may have ruined.

I buzzed her door and nervously opened the door to her apartment and saw her there.   

I was dumbstruck…..yes…even dumber than normal. She had put on heels and was now it felt as though she was almost towering over me (and I’m 6’2″). I didn’t think anything of it really, if I had to guess she was going to meet up with someone while I cleaned.

So why was I in trouble?

Seems I had let a big pool of water collect on her bathroom floor before I left to drop off her laundry. I apologized and was about to clean it up when she said one word with confidence and strength: “Strip!”

I did of course and not long after she had me bent over the side of her bed and was telling me about the importance of being careful.

She had me count out the corrective swats. 50 of them. My voice was shaking and I felt conflicted. I was turned on by the situation but felt bad that I had made the mistake to warrant it.

Afterwards she ran her hand along my back and cupped my ass, commenting on how warm it felt before ordering me to get on all fours on the floor and kiss her feet to thank her for correcting me.

I’d never been treated in such a way. Whatever way that was. I was confused, turned on, humbled and I felt bad for the mistake.

I’ve never considered myself a foot fetishist, I’m more of an all-body fetishist and it was making my head spin to be able to finally put my lips on her skin.

She had me stop and then take her shoes off. My hands were shaking with desire and being in an almost immediate mental sub-space that made undoing the buckles of her shoes next to impossible but I finally got them off.

Here’s the funny part: She laid down on the bed and said “continue”. I had assumed she meant that I should continue cleaning so I got back up and she quickly corrected me. A big smile on her face showed she was amused.   

I returned to kissing her feet and she could feel how nervous and turned on I was. My body was shaking.

I kept kissing her feet, not knowing if that’s all she wanted or not until she said “you’re making the rest of my body jealous”.

I moved on to other parts of her body and I wish I could say I was smooth and confident but I was not. I was fumbling, so eager that she’d remind me to take my time and not to rush it.

She’d show me how she liked to be touched and kissed. She’d moan and smile when I was doing the right thing and she’d kindly correct me when I was doing something that didn’t agree with her. Later she told me how she liked the fact that she could correct me without my getting offended.

My lips and tongue on her body felt like electricity all through my body. I was thrilled I was able to please her. We laid next to each other for a few minutes before she sent me back to work.

I cleaned for what felt like an hour before I heard the bell ring and I’d be at the foot of her bed where she’d want my mouth again and after she’d send me back to work. I’d clean and work and a couple of hours later I’d find myself a third time by her bed where she’d ask me, “Do you think you know my body well enough to make me cum a third time?”   

I did.

Afterwards she said something that will always be burned in my brain.

“I think I’m going to keep you”.

She did.

Continued from Part 1

(I’d go into all of the dirty details but….this day was such a milestone for me on so many ways, I’d like to leave some things for just she and I)

I worked for another hour or so, marking off the list of chores she had assigned to me.

I left to drop off a dress at the dry cleaners and pick up a load of laundry. On my way back I sent her a text message asking if I could grab a snack on my way home. I was in such a rush on my way there a few hours earlier that I didn’t have time to eat lunch and by this time is was almost 5. She responded with “Yes but be very quick. You’re in trouble”.

“Fuck” I thought. I had been so careful. Did I break something? Ruin a piece of clothing?

I skipped the snack and rushed back to her place since I wanted to quickly fix whatever I may have ruined.

I buzzed her door and nervously opened the door to her apartment and saw her there.   

I was dumbstruck…..yes…even dumber than normal. She had put on heels and was now it felt as though she was almost towering over me (and I’m 6’2″). I didn’t think anything of it really, if I had to guess she was going to meet up with someone while I cleaned.

So why was I in trouble?

Seems I had let a big pool of water collect on her bathroom floor before I left to drop off her laundry. I apologized and was about to clean it up when she said one word with confidence and strength: “Strip!”

I did of course and not long after she had me bent over the side of her bed and was telling me about the importance of being careful.

She had me count out the corrective swats. 50 of them. My voice was shaking and I felt conflicted. I was turned on by the situation but felt bad that I had made the mistake to warrant it.

Afterwards she ran her hand along my back and cupped my ass, commenting on how warm it felt before ordering me to get on all fours on the floor and kiss her feet to thank her for correcting me.

I’d never been treated in such a way. Whatever way that was. I was confused, turned on, humbled and I felt bad for the mistake.

I’ve never considered myself a foot fetishist, I’m more of an all-body fetishist and it was making my head spin to be able to finally put my lips on her skin.

She had me stop and then take her shoes off. My hands were shaking with desire and being in an almost immediate mental sub-space that made undoing the buckles of her shoes next to impossible but I finally got them off.

Here’s the funny part: She laid down on the bed and said “continue”. I had assumed she meant that I should continue cleaning so I got back up and she quickly corrected me. A big smile on her face showed she was amused.   

I returned to kissing her feet and she could feel how nervous and turned on I was. My body was shaking.

I kept kissing her feet, not knowing if that’s all she wanted or not until she said “you’re making the rest of my body jealous”.

I moved on to other parts of her body and I wish I could say I was smooth and confident but I was not. I was fumbling, so eager that she’d remind me to take my time and not to rush it.

She’d show me how she liked to be touched and kissed. She’d moan and smile when I was doing the right thing and she’d kindly correct me when I was doing something that didn’t agree with her. Later she told me how she liked the fact that she could correct me without my getting offended.

My lips and tongue on her body felt like electricity all through my body. I was thrilled I was able to please her. We laid next to each other for a few minutes before she sent me back to work.

I cleaned for what felt like an hour before I heard the bell ring and I’d be at the foot of her bed where she’d want my mouth again and after she’d send me back to work. I’d clean and work and a couple of hours later I’d find myself a third time by her bed where she’d ask me, “Do you think you know my body well enough to make me cum a third time?”   

I did.

Afterwards she said something that will always be burned in my brain.

“I think I’m going to keep you”.

She did.

Over the past month or so I’ve been giving a lot of massages.   Even as I type this my hands still smell like lavender massage oil.

In every circumstance it’s been a massage where nothing was expected in return. In most of those situations, nothing was returned.

I kinda like it that way.   

As with all forms of service, I don’t like the idea that I need to be rewarded for pleasing someone. Pleasing in itself is it’s own reward. It’s something I can usually do pretty well given the proper feedback from the person on the other end.

Most massages are strictly platonic. Sure there’s a hint of sexual tension what with the sexy noises (I swear I’m not the one doing it) and the skin on skin touching, but it’s still a way for me to please without being directly sexual.

Take tonight for example. I spent over an hour giving a long, deep tissue massage. While I did get turned on a few times, I was usually too focused on doing a good job to have my mind in the gutter. When it was time to go, we talked for a little while and I was on my way. I was smiling all the way home and yet didn’t have the reaction I was expecting. I was expecting to be turned on and frustrated but I was happier just knowing that she didn’t feel like she needed to repay me for a job well done.   

It’s a new experience for me, having a form of service that has more sexual overtones. It’s not like I’m naked while doing it but bringing physical pleasure to someone without it being directly sexual.

A few weeks ago I was visiting a friend who complained about a sore back. I very casually offered and later she accepted. She knows I’m submissive and knows that I find her attractive. I was glad that she felt comfortable enough with me and trusted me enough. I wasn’t a total angel. I did get turned on now and then but for the most part I was more emotionally turned on by the fact that she was trusting me and letting me serve her in that way. Plus the fact that I could do something to make her feel better put me in an amazing mood.

I don’t want to make it sound like I’m some expert by any means. There’s a lot I need to learn. I’m decent at giving deep, hard massages but my knowledge on how to work out a knot without digging in deep could use a lot of work.

One day I’d like to take a class. Add it to my list of things I can do to pamper a woman.   

Maybe one day my list of skills would be enough to turn myself into a one-man-spa.

-Massage
-Manicure
-Pedicure
-?????

I’ve gotta think of more so it sounds more appealing.

Maybe I’m changing. There was a day when I couldn’t give a massage to a woman without thinking of having my face buried between her legs 100% of the time.

Now it’s only 75%.