Not Being a Sub But...

When I was massaging KH’s feet at the foot of our bed last night, the scent and touch stirred me up, especially seeing how lovely she appeared as I gazed upward. I have always had a strong aversion to feet, only offering massages when requested. She knew this dislike, so she rarely asked for one. On average, it seemed like just one foot rub per year before male chastity entered our home. In the past three months, however, I’ve seized every opportunity to massage her feet or offer a rub. I don’t view myself as a sub in my core identity; understanding that role is easy when you consider kneeling at your goddess’s feet, inhaling their scent, kissing them, and rubbing them while your cock presses against its cage, knowing no reciprocal pleasure awaits you tonight. The experience feels strange afterward, making me question how I got so swept up.