Saturday evening I met with a new foot fetishist. He's a complete sweetie and I'll definitely be saving some time for him each week. We may try to set up a standing appointment, but I'm not sure my social calendar will allow for that unless we choose a weekday. That would necessitate him driving up from Virginia during his workday, but we'll see. He's delighted, I'm delighted, it's always good when everybody feels as if they've got the better part of the deal.

The timing couldn't have been more perfect, my girl's bouldering competition was during the day and I spent a little over four hours on my feet. Not a shocking span of time, certainly — I've spent more time in heels in clubs, but the massage felt so good afterwards. Not too soft, not too hard, and deliciously sensual.

He's charmingly shy, so much of his appointment was spent by candlelight. I do most foot sessions in the livingroom rather than the dungeon (well, I do most sessions right now in the livingroom, since the dungeon has been moved upstairs and is undergoing improvements) and I love how cozy things are by candlelight.

Next week he's going to bring a video camera for me to use, and we're going to get some footage of my toejobs. I've been talking with a couple of different places about providing video on occasion, and I think that we may end up with quite a bit of good stuff. The contrast of our skintones will be especially lovely — my feet are so pale, and usually I keep my toenails fairly dark.

I love how the majority of foot fetishists I've met in my time are so sweet and laid-back. There's a wider variety in personalities when you get into foot slaves, by which I mean submissives who also want some form of degradation or painplay, etc., but the people I've met who are pretty exclusively into foot worship seem to be similar in their easy-going and generous personalities.

Speaking of personality, I declined a different foot appointment on sunday although I would have enjoyed the attention to my feet (I always enjoy having my feet attended to) because the boy in question made the mistake of being slightly snarky at one point on the phone. I'm rather discerning, and though it wasn't a domination appointment I still demand a certain level of respect, regardless of the interpersonal dynamic.

It worked out well, Butterfly was out at her parents' for much of the afternoon cutting down their christmas tree, and after her climbing competition the day prior, she was tuckered out. Poor little thing, she was awfully sore this morning. This evening we're going to dinner with my parents, and afterwards we're trying out a new houseboy. I think at some point I'll make sure Butterfly gets a good rubdown. Perhaps we'll take a bubblebath and play with some oils.

In the meantime, things to do. I'm got so many pictures to go through — whatever did I do before my digital camera?

( Speaking of pictures, here are a few from the competition )

I couldn't help but laugh when I ran across this in the citypaper, and promptly hunted it down online

Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.
— Goethe

The houseslave I've been test-driving may not work out -- this evening will be the deciding factor, although I have not explained it to him as clearly as that. He does know that he was in a trial period, that several of the tasks I've had him perform are seriously sub-par, and that I use tasks and challenges as ways to evaluate


Ha -- before I even finished writing the entry, the houseslave has Chosen Poorly, and is no more. Well, he's not dead, but he is no longer in the running, and isn't welcome back without a paying appointment. It's not personal, but with such poor performance and his self-focused attitude, there's not enough in it for me. I'm far too demanding, despite my (usually) cheerful demeanor.

I can see how I can be a bit confusing, but I'm pretty clear about my expectations. The privilege of being my personal slave is a significant one, and the bar, which was high to begin with, has been reset even higher by my Butterfly.

But hey, she is human, and I don't expect many people to be able to be able to compete with her, quality-wise. I do, however, expect my personal submissives to put forth their own personal. Anything less is unacceptable.

There's a magnetic poetry phrase on my refrigerator that sums it up pretty well: "But I will demand of you more than that."
It's true.

Ahhh, it's like the first sheet of paper in a brand new journal.
Except there's no paper, and this pen isn't likely to run out of ink.
And complete strangers can read this particular journal, which is part of the reason for its existence, really.

This journal is the equivalent of my pillowbook, as my activities and little adventures have outgrown the kinkfilter on my real life friends-laden lj. A few friends would be shocked and horrified to discover that I've begun accepting paying appointments rather than scening just for fun. Others might never be able to look at my Butterfly and me the same once they heard specifics about the things we do, or saw pictures..

ahh, what a lovely way to wrap up a short first entry, with pictures.

( A visual introduction worth many thousands of words )