Got to play with lots of bad boys, several of whom offered me foot massages, only one of whom actually had an inkling about HOW to give a foot massage. And he’s the nasty boy who likes me to slap his face with my bare feet. There’s something really down and dirty about that that I love.
I told all three, “Rub the balls of my feet really hard.” TWO of the subs went to my heel. No, no — that’s the heel, dear. HERE’s where the balls of the feet are. Yes, just below the toes. Very good…
What a massage is NOT: Stroking the foot. Licking and sucking the foot. Pressing the foot against certain parts of the anatomy. I’m not saying I object to these things, if my mood is right–I have a fascination with foot fetishists–but they are not massages. I ordered one sub to sit on the bench next to me and take his sock off. “Here. THIS is where the balls of your feet are, and THIS is how I like them to be massaged. Doesn’t that feel good? Okay, now get to work and make ME feel good.” Good thing was that his lackluster efforts gave me another reason to spank him.
Also got to meet the famous Danny the Wonder Pony. He was all saddled up and ready to go, and I hopped on and took a ride. Everyone was looking at me rather funny (including my husband!) but come on — how often do you get the chance to ride on Danny the Wonder Pony? And it was FUN … which had absolutely nothing to do with the vibrator he had tucked within the saddle.
My husband Rad says this morning, “You just do things with wild abandon.” I looked at him and said, “But that’s a GOOD thing … right?”