"... when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
-- When Harry met Sally

"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed."
-- Carl Jung

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Shopping items for tomorrow (E)

Artwork courtesy of http://www.femdomartists.com/; can't quite make out the original artist.

After a week or so of my Goddess making sure that I go to sleep with my locking leather wrist cuffs and locking leather ankle cuffs, in addition to my usual locking leather collar, tonight she decided to clip the wrist cuffs together overnight, as well as the ankle cuffs.

Of course, having me spend the night in bondage is nothing new, but due to a number of circumstances and reasons, it had just not come up during the last few months. It quickly reminded me a few minutes ago how slow and laborious a trip to the bathroom can be with wrists and ankles bound.

Right after clipping my cuffs together, two-by-two, my Goddess took advantage of my position lying belly-down on the bed to get into one of her favorite positions and activities. She sat on my lower back, brought her hands under my chest, and began some pretty intense NT while I was bound, and trapped under her without possibility of escape. Not that I would try to escape... it's also one of my favorite predicaments, as wickedly painful as it can get (and it was).

She also told me that tomorrow, I have to go out and purchase a candle. It's been a very long time since our last wax play, and she's definitely in the mood for it. Has been for while now. And some temporary tattoos. She wants to have fun marking my body again.

I would be happy to get all deep on you about what these activities mean, and what they represent in our D/s dynamics, but my forearms are cramping up. The challenge of writing on a laptop while in bed with my wrists bound together, without making noise (locks swinging and hitting the edges and surface of the laptop), while next to my Goddess sleeping being what it is, I will end this post here, and try to gently stretch my forearms before falling asleep.

PS: And while typing in bondage is really hot, I must admit that I mentally cursed at every spelling mistake I had to go over with my hands in this awkward position...


  1. I must echo Sir's comments! Lucky lucky, despite the discomfort! I am so totally jealous right now :)

  2. Sir, hf,

    Indeed, indeed... guilty as charged.

    I had brief episodes of not-quite-coming-out of sleep as I strained against the bondage. The headspace of overnight bondage is quite distinctive, and I haven't quite been able to be descriptive about it.

    And I've got butterflies just thinking about dropping by the store this afternoon...

    Thank you both for dropping by, and Sir, welcome to our blog.


  3. *smile* I have a dilemma with having him in bondage overnight. I love it for all sorts of reasons that I am sure you understand, but I can't get decent cuddles, can't get comfortably close to him to drift off when he is cuffed or tied down.