I’ve been working on my feet.
No, I haven’t been learning how to properly maintain them or tart them up. I just have shockingly inflexible feet and easily injured ankles. After yet another tweak, it was time to get serious about the various exercises I got in PT like...two years ago?
I’m starting slow. I’m starting with a towel. (Anyway, I read somewhere that it’s the most important thing you can carry.)
How does this relate to kink and domination, you’re asking? Uh...there are activities that are known to be toe-curling that are less sexy with cramping? Also sometimes your skilled hands are busy, and I’ve been known to occasionally do some fun stuff with a third limb.
So anyway, I smoothed a towel on the tile and the idea was to bunch it up with all my toes and gradually bring it all under my foot. I knew that it would be difficult, but what I didn’t know was that my foot would glide smoothly over it. Like I’m a ghost trying to move something in the physical, living world and looking on in disbelief when nothing happens. At one point @dommesticpet wanted to know what I was doing (or trying to do) which is fair. He made the astute observation that it looked like I was petting a cat. Then he wanted to try and tore that towel UP. He was bunching, he was plucking it and raising it between toes, it was a marvel to behold. He’s so dexterous...mmm. (Honestly I had already known he was capable of these amazing feets [sic] because I have sometimes wistfully snuck peeks at his naturally curving toes when extended on an ottoman, and thought to myself “Yes. That is what toes do. Also ouch.”)
I’ve done it four times. I skipped yesterday because yes, I totally overdid working out and my ankles are angry. The good news is that there is progress. If I focus I can gradually pull it up. All my toes are now getting involved. Just a tiny bit, but enough to draw it toward me with pretty, if lopsided, folds. The brain/body is a marvel; sometimes you just need to remember to give them the attention they need, and they’ll start to make connections and work together.
Also, incidentally, I control both of those things on my husband, or at least when it’s sexy time. Wink.