I was unbelievably stressed out over the last few days and was thinking about getting a massage. I had to meditate on the train coming into work this morning. I didn’t think I’d survive otherwise.
Oddly, at Paddles on Saturday night I did not see any of the “regular” foot fetishists about. I was wearing reasonably comfortable shoes — sandals with a wedge heel — but I can ALWAYS go for a good foot massage.(I mean a good massage, not some pansy-ass stroking).
Also could have used a nice back and neck rub as well. I tend to get focused on giving spankings and pain to certain masochists, and I enjoy that a lot, but I forget that once in a while I can ask for something nice for myself.