Last week, I talked about how much I enjoy giving Lady Ru'etha footrubs, foot massages, and generally worshiping Her feet with the sort of generalized unconscious effortlessness that accompanies doing something you've been brainwashed to do. But it's occurred to me that by discussing the wonderful, joyous, mindless bliss I get from rubbing Her feet, I've neglected the far greater pleasure I (and She) get when I rub Her back!
Understand, Lady Ru'etha is kinesthetic. She experiences the world most strongly, and relates to it best, through the sense of touch. She is a sensualist, and the connection we share through touch is a very primal and vital one. As a result, pretty much whenever we are in physical space, we touch. We touch to establish that connection between us, we touch because She loves to be touched and it feels good, and we touch because I know it makes Her happy and I am deeply conditioned to please Her. As a result, whenever you see us, I have my hand on Her back--through Her clothes, under them or against Her deliciously bare skin--and I'm lightly and gently petting Her.
"Light" is the key word; She's used the word "butterfly touches" to describe Her ideal sensation. Fingernails are also good, but again, light scratches. If you leave marks, you're doing it wrong. Motion is important, too. The hand should roam over the entire back, including the buttocks, and should never stay in one place for long. (Occasional ventures around to the belly are okay but not great.) Kisses can and should be liberally sprinkled in with the scratches and rubs.
This is something I don't consciously think about when I'm petting Her, of course. I literally don't think about petting Her at all. My brain does not need to involve itself in the process; the action of reaching out and touching Lady Ru'etha is as automatic and instinctive as breathing. So what makes this the action of a pet? It is instinctive because She has conditioned me to perform the behavior to the level of instinct. Years of hypnosis and training have made me Her pet that pets, as it were. And I wouldn't want it any other way.
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