TwoFoot

Neglect.  Maybe to be neglected...  No, not necessarily neglected, just forgotton.  To be forgotton then, is not always a bad thing it seems. 

Forgotton by those you would call friend.  I suppose it is human nature; "Out of sight, out of mind" as it were.  And who is more out of sight than one who is gone from home for weeks at a time? 

It helps greatly being a hermit at heart.  Makes it easier to set aside what would normally hurt.

Gives you time to think, at least.  To think about what matters.  To think about those that matter. 

Oh well, I have my truck, and I have the road.  And that's enough for me, the forgotton man.

An excerpt from something i wrote a few years ago for Mistress...


The internet has been perhaps the single most important event since the dawn of time when it comes to those with a fetish.  Look at the variety of choices available online.  There is a site the caters to any obscure fetish you can think of.  And many you don’t want to think of.

All this brings us to the female foot.  There are as many different aspects of the fetish surrounding female feet as there are people who are drawn to that foot.  As a result, there is not enough time or space to look into all aspects of the foot fetish.  Instead, only a very few aspects of the foot fetish will be looked at. 

When it comes to the larger BDSM culture, the female foot can play an integral part in the training of the male (or female) submissive.  To have the submissive focus their attention on the lowest part of the female body develops a powerful bond between the submissive and the female dominant.  A male, for instance, who while standing would normally tower over most women, is forced to recognize his subservient status as he kneels or lays prostrate at the feet of the female.  From this perspective, the female then appears to tower over the male.  This begins to enforce positive mental changes in the male submissive. 

For the male-especially the submissive male-with a foot fetish, there is great pleasure derived from worshipping the feet of the female dominant.  This pleasure is not merely sexual, as many would suspect.  For many submissive males with a foot fetish being allowed to worship the female foot transcends sexuality.  There is no greater physical sign of devotion than to give yourself over completely to the relaxation and pleasure of another. 

Generally speaking, when one thinks of the term “foot worship” it is an entirely sexual meaning.  To kiss, to lick, to suck, on various parts of the female foot is what almost always comes to mind when one hears of males worshipping the feet of their dominants.  This is only a tiny fraction of what true worship of the female foot is however. 

After a long day, when a woman’s feet are tired and sore, what can feel better than a long massage?  The foot is full of pressure points and bundles of nerves that can help relax the entire body.  As a result, a foot massage-if done properly and with an abundance of love and devotion-can relieve not only the physical hardships of the day, but also the mental stress involved that has built up as well. 

Imagine the male on his knees before his dominant.  After removing her shoes and stockings or hose, he gives her only a short foot massage before stripping any toenail polish she might have on, then placing her feet in a container of warm water to soak.  After the water has had a chance to relax and soothe her feet, the male has the opportunity to massage her feet in earnest.  After a long massage-complete only when the female has decided it has been enough-the male then finishes with a pedicure and the application of fresh toenail polish.

What can be more humbling-as well as fulfilling-for the submissive than to serve their dominant in such an intimate fashion?  What can be more empowering to the female than to have a man at her feet, working away the stresses of the day and waiting on her every whim?

It's getting out of hand.  Stuck in Nebraska the last two and a half days.  Back and forth from one side of the state to the other.  Look, i realize people have to live somewhere.  But... it was 10 when i woke up the other day.  That's just evil cold.

Finally on a dock in Grand Island getting loaded. 

Yippee!  i have a load that should take me out of the frozen wastelands of Nebraska to... the frozen wastelands of Illinois.  ARGH!

Look, a section dedicated to the totally boring rants of me.  What shall i rant about today?  Well, it's another glorious day on the road between Memphis and Little Rock.  Sadly, i spend the night in Memphis tonight as opposed to being at the side of my Mistress.  Speaking of Mistress, to those of you recently added to my friend list, that was not my doing.  Seems Mistress logged on to my account to do some "creative editing".  

 

Soooo, are we bored yet? 



Working on plans for a new pet project, collapsable stocks.  Want to make a set of stocks that can be taken down and stored under the bed.  We'll see what happens.