A Most Ancient Love by Lance

A Most Ancient Service
by Lance Ducatillon

The smell of lavender lightly filles the air of the warm, dimly lit, bed chamber. Mistress lies in the center of the soft bed, most of her body hidden beneath the black silk sheets. Shadows from the many candles dance across Her long silky legs protruding from beneath the sheets from mid thigh. Her feet lay propped on pillows, her feet bounce seductively.

Naked, this slave enters his Mistress' chamber carrying a towel wrapped around a set of Emory boards, nail polish, and lotion. He unrolls the towel and places the items next on the bed stand by the foot of the bed. The freshly poured warm water sits steaming from the sunken porcelain bowl in the stand with several soft wash cloths hanging on the side. Mistress' favorite scented soap rests easily on the side of the basin.

Satisfied that all is in place this slave kneels before the feet of his Mistress, leans over and kisses the top of each foot. Soft, savory kisses at the base of each toe in succession. Finally this slave nestles his cheek atop of the feet ever so gently as he reverently whispers, "Thank You Mistress."

This slave then takes a wash cloth, soaks it in the steaming water and lathers it lightly. i turn and take a foot by the ankle with my strong hand, cradling it securely as my second hand lathers and cleans the foot. By the time the first foot is complete this slave can feel his cock straining against the confines of the chastity device. i do not know when or why i developed a wanting to worship the feet of my Mistress. Like so many other things, i just do, without question and with complete attention.

The soaped wash cloth is tossed into the receptacle by the bed stand for later laundering. With my free hand this slave takes another cloth and soaks it in the warm, steaming water. Returning to the attention of my Mistress i place the warm towel on her foot making sure to remove every trace of soap from Her hot, sensual foot. This slave raises his eyes towards his Mistress' eyes as he hears a soft moan. Her eyes are closed, one arm lays above Her head as She relaxes completely, absorbed by the warmth and strength now at work on Her smooth feet.

Once satisfied that the lather has been removed the wet towel is discarded and the towel is used to dry the tender, warm flesh in this slave's hands. The exact process is repeated in detail on Mistress' other foot. Soft sighs of pleasure penetrate the stillness in the air until they too cease.

Quietly this slave removes the basin and wet cloths from the room. When he returns he removes the pillows from beneath the lovely feet and covers his sleeping Mistress with a warm blanket. The Emory boards, nail polish and lotion will have to wait, Mistress needs Her rest.

This slave takes his place at the foot of the bed, his Mistress' feet mere inches away. Content, he pulls his sheet over his naked body and joins his Mistress in blissful sleep.