I really had just the most wonderful evening last night, thanks in large part to millie.
As you can imagine, she now identifies herself as millie when she calls. (No, it didn't take long, but still, I am pleased with her.)
Guess what we talked about?
No. Silly. Not that.
We talked about how nice it feels to her when I'm pampered.
Some people want phone sex. mille wants phone massage. That is, it pleases her enormously to talk about how she'd love to give me a foot rub. Or a calf rub. Or shoulders, for that matter.
So we talked. her about her day, and her feelings, and how the ones that she was feeling just then, while we were talking, tended to pop up during the day when Milton was wearing his suit and how strange they felt. At first I wasn't quite sure whether she meant the feelings and how strange they felt, or the oddly heavy weight of the suit jacket and slacks, which most women would find a little constraining. So of course - being all about clear communication - I asked her about it. What was it, dear millie, that felt so strange? Was it that suit - the slightly padded shoulders, the weight of the wool, the button on the collar and the tie? Was that what felt strange? Or was it something else? The feeling that it wasn't quite right, even though it was something she'd worn for years?
Before she answered, she talked about how her hands would cup my heel and her fingers would press gently but firmly into the soles of my feet. How they would knead into the ball of my foot, how one hand would hold my toes back a little while the other stroked the sole and stretched things... pleasurably.
millie in fact became so entranced by the idea that she quite lost track of time, talking about how nice it would feel to have my foot, my calf in her hands. And when I asked her to be quiet, she just listened to me talk about, well whatever. How sweet she was. How lovely it was that she would take so much pleasure in giving me a massage. How much of a relief it must feel for her to talk with someone who understands things that most people don't have the capacity to understand.
We all have different aspects to ourselves, after all. Strong. Weak. Aggressive. Passive. Female. Male. It's just the nature of things, really.
Though of course not everyone is, well, sensitive to all that. They're busy. Involved in one thing or another. The lawn needs attention. The bedroom needs painting. The groceries need getting. you know.
you do know. Don't you?
millie just wanted a friendly ear, someone to let her express herself. It probably didn't hurt things much when i rested my nicely massaged and relaxed foot on her crotch and we talked about how the ache can be so difficult to deal with.
But, well. You know me. All wise, and all knowing. We found a way to deal with that.