@ purrs_for_Her
2025-03-02 19:43:03
i make my way downstairs,
the house is quiet now;
the little ones are finally asleep.
a soft drizzle from the shower fills the silence.
She must've gotten in already—
taking some time for Herself after a long day.
i grab two towels from the closet and toss them in the dryer.
She likes them warm.
unsure of how long She's been bathing,
i begin preparing the room.
i light a few of Her candles—
a sweet, autumn scent fills the air,
rich with hints of cinnamon and crisp leaves.
it wraps me in a pleasant embrace,
evoking memories of cozy evenings.
i turn off the lighting,
leaving only the candlelight flickering.
the room is illuminated with a warm, orange glow.
i go ahead and set out the oils and lotions—
wondering what She'll choose tonight...
anticipation quickens my heartbeat,
rousing a familiar longing.
with everything prepped,
i take some time to breathe in the atmosphere.
the gentle cascade of water still echoes from the bathroom.
it flows like a calming stream,
creating a soothing ambiance.
i lie down on the bed, closing my eyes.
a moment of stillness envelops me,
a brief escape from the day's chaos.
i've been looking forward to this.
i can feel my mindset shifting.
suddenly, the shower stops,
breaking the stillness.
my eyes quickly open.
a rush of enthusiasm surges through me.
i spring out of bed and retrieve Her towels from the dryer.
upon opening the bathroom door, i'm greeted by Her sweet voice, "Is that my good boy? Perfect timing."
a flash of heat creeps up my neck,
i can't help but grin.
my body relaxes,
the tension eases as i lean into Her approval.
i open the shower door then kneel down,
the soft bath mat cushions me.
steam from the shower fills the room,
creating a cocoon of warmth.
Her silhouette glows softly through the mist.
i offer the warm towels,
the fabric still radiating heat.
without a word She presents Her leg.
instinctively, i set one towel on my lap,
using the other i begin patting Her dry,
starting from Her pedicured foot.
Her smooth skin invites my touch—
but the plush towel acts as a barrier.
once She is satisfied,
i switch to the other leg,
continuing my attentive care.
"Did they give you any trouble?" She asks, Her tone light and curious.
"I hope they weren't too rough on you."
"not tonight, my Queen," i answer, still focused on my task.
"they fell asleep quickly—must've been exhausted."
"Good," She says with a relieved sigh.
She then snaps Her fingers—
signaling for me to hand Her the towel.
i comply, moving out of Her way.
She finishes drying Herself and wraps the towel snugly around Her body.
She casually grabs the other towel and wraps it around Her head,
then makes Her way into the bedroom.
i watch Her walk over to the nightstand,
setting the lavender oil to the front of it—
this is what She's chosen for the evening.
She then picks up Her phone,
settling onto the edge of the bed,
towel still wrapped around Her.
"Well done—I love it!" She says, Her voice rich with approval as She absorbs the arrangement.
Her words pull me from my thoughts,
another subtle flush creeping into my cheeks.
i make my way to the nightstand,
picking up the oil.
my pulse quickens as i kneel before Her,
the cool floor a stark contrast to my rising excitement.
She tilts Her head from behind Her phone, a playful glint in Her eyes.
"Don't you look so adorable down there?"
She leans forward slightly, Her expression shifting to one of command.
"It's been a long day. So be sure that you give My feet the attention they deserve tonight."
my stomach flutters as She lifts one foot.
i take it gently into my hands,
a shiver runs through me.
i pour a small amount of oil into my palm.
the scent of lavender mingles with the autumn candles.
as i massage it into Her foot,
i can't help but notice every detail—
the curve of Her arch draws me in,
the softness of Her skin captivates me.
She shifts Her foot slightly,
guiding me to the areas that demand my attention.
Her toes wiggle in response.
it's so mesmerizing...
with each stroke i feel my mind quieting.
the chill of the floor fades away.
there's only Her.
the rhythm of my hands,
the way the oil glides so smoothly,
the way She relaxes under my touch.
i lose myself in these sensations.
my thoughts slowly dissipate—
replaced by a feeling of clarity, of purpose.
i feel Her foot pull away,
momentarily releasing me from my trance.
it's had its fill.
She lifts the other one in front of me.
Her toes curling playfully.
my heartbeat skips.
a desperation fills my chest.
a longing.
to express my devotion in the most intimate way.
to worship the very thing that grounds Her—
that ties Her to this earth.
it's a yearning that goes beyond words.
i can almost taste the moment.
the connection it would bring.
...
i breathe deeply,
a heavy sigh escaping my lips—
lips that ache to honor Her every curve.
permission lingers in the air,
tantalizing and just out of reach.
i notice Her looking at me,
a giant smirk playing on Her lips,
Her phone now at Her side.
"Well..?" She teases, a mischievous look in Her eyes.
"What are you waiting for? It's not going to rub itself."
Her toes continue wiggling in front of me—taunting.
the urge simmers beneath the surface.
the denial resides like a sweet ache.
i breathe through it,
accepting Her limitation.
i'm grateful for the gift of this moment,
channeling the energy into the task at hand.
i gently embrace Her other foot,
admiring the delicate contours of Her ankle.
Her skin feels like silk against my fingertips.
i pour a few more drops of oil into my palm,
the velvety texture glides through my hands.
another burst of lavender dances in the air,
blending again with the persistent aroma of the candles.
i begin to knead Her other foot,
focusing on the arch,
applying a careful amount of pressure.
each stroke sends ripples of warmth through my hands,
i feel Her tension melting away beneath my touch.
She lets out a contented sigh and falls back on the bed taking it in.
"Mmmm, that feels good." She encourages.
i savor this privilege,
as the flickering candles cast a soft glow around us.
they dance slowly,
a soothing backdrop to the rhythm of my hands.
i trace the outline of Her heel,
feeling the delicate curves,
enthralled by Her foot's response.
with each gentle caress,
watching Her toes dance slightly,
a silent acknowledgement of my devotion.
as if pulled by a magnetic force,
i lean in closer,
inhaling the sweet aroma of lavender,
it's floral notes fused with the radiance of Her scent.
a sense of peace settles within me.
the weight of the day lifts,
replaced by the comforting embrace of surrender.
i'm here to please Her,
i'm here to honor Her,
i'm here to love Her.
lost in the act of serving,
i feel Her energy flow through me,
binding us together.
closer.
as i finish,
i look back up at Her.
my heart swells with pride.
She smiles down at me,
a knowing glimmer in Her eyes.
igniting a fire within me—
a sense of belonging.
right now,
i know exactly where i need to be—
kneeling before Her,
fully aligned with Her presence.
in these cherished rituals,
in this sacred exchange,
i find my place.
forever devoted...
"I love you, sweet boy." She whispers,
Her words deeply resonating,
echoing the truth of my heart—
that i am completely and utterly Hers.