"... 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
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Just before she leaves for work, my Goddess comes back to the bedroom to unlock and remove the locking leather collar I wear overnight, and in fact, wear most of the time when we are both at home alone.
I sit cross-legged in bed, and she comes up on the bed behind me, on her knees. I feel her aiming the key for keyhole, and opening the lock. That opening click is as sad a moment for each of us as the closing click in the evening creates almost a full-body tingle.
My Goddess removes the lock, places it on the bed next to us, and begins unbuckling the collar. As she begins to tell me that I forgot to take care of something for her yesterday, she pulls on each end of the now unbuckled collar, tightening it around my neck. She increases the tension as she continues her sentence, restricting evermore my breathing with every word.
I'm as shocked at having forgotten to take care of that for her as I'm suprised at the unexpected breath play. The slip of mind was relatively minor, and my Goddess' reaction was mainly playful evilness.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
I'm sitting on the floor, holding the ashtray for my Goddess. I lit her cigarette and gave it to her. I'll be holding the ashtray for her until she's done. She's looking down on her pet with affection, but also with a sense of control... power... ownership... For all the mystique of a beautiful woman who makes smoking sexy, who makes you weak in the knees while she does it, there nothing quite like being in a position to look up at her while she is doing it...
My Goddess reaches over and pulls me in close to her by the chain she keeps locked around my neck at all times. She reaches up to me, like she's going to kiss me. She locks lips with me. She makes sure our lips are tightly sealed. She exhales the smoke of her cigarette. I can feel her dominance rise like the phoenix over the horizon. She's in a mood. I will be subject to much more later on.
Image courtesy of Code 831
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
I pulled down the laptop to the floor to show my Goddess something. I laid down in front of the computer, on my belly and elbows, and expected her to lie down next to me, in the same position, to look at what I wanted to show her.
She came over, unexpectedly sat on my lower back, laid down her torso along my back, extended her legs over mine, and looked over my shoulder on one side. Her hands went down to my sides. Her weight pinned me down, leaving me unable to move, vulnerable, one of our favorite positions for play.
I wanted to close my eyes. I wanted her to reach over with her hands, her fingers, her nails, and reach under my shirt, to the front, to tease, torment, and torture my nipples. I wanted her to sit back upright while she was doing NT and start grinding her hips against my lower back as she began to get excited by my moans, my squirming, my trying to escape her without really wanting to be successful. I wanted her to hurt me until she climaxed. I wanted her to...
We were spending a quiet evening with family, and some were present in the living room when I had something interesting to show my Goddess. I was very taken aback when she positioned herself over me. I really thought she'd come right next to me on the floor. Of course, she could not engage in the course of action that naturally ensues when she takes up the position that she did.
Of course, I did not close my eyes, nor did she do any NT, and no, she did not reach climax.
Just an exceedingly affectionate moment in the eyes of those who don't know.
Twenty-four hours later, I'm still having flashbacks to what wasn't. Today was too busy for us, we came back too late, and we were too tired, to follow up on this. Just the usual daily rituals and D/s dynamics for today. And so the hunger grows more consuming...
Now that was torture... and not of the hot, subspacey, D/s kind.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
If you haven't read part one, go do it now... this is the continuation of the same evening...
Winding down somewhat, my Goddess does not want to close out such powerful time together without leaving us both with something to remember... markings.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Three evenings ago... Where to start... I'm not sure...
I'm not even sure how it started... in what order things happened... if I'm remembering everything...
Deep, deep subspace. Intoxicated, infatuated, entranced. Totally under her spell. And it made us both so happy.
A leather blindfold is placed over my eyes. My Goddess tells me to get on all fours on the bed. A few seconds later, the first sharp and stingy strikes of the latex flogger comes down on my backside... on the back of my thighs... on my lower back... on the side on my thighs... Maybe two dozen strokes later, my Goddess switches to the swatters. Both of them. Double-swats, consecutive swats, up-and-down-and-all-around my backside. Then she switches again. This time to a suede flogger. Or did she do this one before the swatters? Can't tell anymore. She's going at it, at me, pretty vigorously. But she complains that it doesn't seem to have as much of an effect on me as she as she'd like. It does. On so many levels, it does. I'm just trying my best to hang in there to let my Goddess enjoy herself. I've lost count. Her target areas feel warm. There a stinging echo that lasts beyond one strike to blend into the next one. I'm drifting in subspace...
I realize she stopped well after the last strike of the purple suede flogger.My Goddess orders me to lie on my back. She clips my wrist cuffs to the D-rings on my locked collar. It's one of those very open and somewhat awkward positions that leaves me very vulnerable. She also clips my ankle cuffs together. Still blinfolded, I suddenly pick-up the delightful smell of her skin next to my nose. Close. Very close. I feel something touch my lips. It's one of her nipples. I reach out with my tongue and wet the tip. She leaves it there. Slowly I run my tongue around her the nipple and over it. She lowers her breast. I have no choice but to take in part of it in my mouth. I keep gently licking the nipple. She lowers her breast even more, and it now covers my mouth completely and part of my nose. My breathing can be heard as the air is funneled through smaller openings. She lowers her breast still more, and pinches my nose shut with her fingers. My tongue is working around the nipple in my mouth frantically. At the same time, I try to relax. I've surrendered completely to her. She's in total control. After a certain amount of time (10 seconds? 15? 30?) that I can't even begin to try to guess, she lifts her chest up and I take in a huge breath.
Leaving me just the time for four or five breaths, my Goddess returns to my mouth with her other breast. She lets me tease the nipple a bit, lowers the breast, I lick more forcefully, and then she drops her chest to cover my mouth and part of my nose again. After a few seconds of my tongue playing with her nipples, once more she pinches my nostrils shut, just in case her breast was not enough (it was). Can't breathe through either my mouth or my nose. She keeps me without breathing longer this time. Waiting until I just start to struggle to breathe, she says in a haughtily playful tone, "There are worse ways to die..." And then, she releases her hold on my breath.
To be continued...
Monday, October 4, 2010
Over the weekend, 36 uninterrupted hours of wearing the locked leather collar... around the home, and on two errands outside the home. I intoxincatingly belonged to my Goddess...
An evening with my wrists and ankles bound, entertaining my Goddess... playing board games, watching television, doing whatever little thing she required of me. And after all the time we've been together, My Goddess' mischevious smile and her sense of enjoyment watching me hobble around the house has never diminished...
I spent overnight sleeping in bondage next to my Goddess... Limited in my movements, which inevitably kept me in various positions of contact with her. Couldn't get away... Didn't want to get away...
This morning, my Goddess removed my leather collar and the four locked cuffs before leaving for work, she told me she expected the house to be straightened out and significantly neater when she returned. Nothing makes cleaning up around the house as enjoyable as when my Goddess is expecting it, and will notice it.
As a side note, the arrival of the cooler weather is delightfully promising of more frequent, but discreet, outdoors kinky play. Jackets, fleeces, and sweaters are great to hide the locked leather collar during daytime errands or excursions with my Goddess; occasionally, the locked wrist cuffs may also be on. The return of long pants will have my Goddess locking ankle cuffs before I leave for work.
The warmth under the leather. The texture and the firmness of the leather. The ungiving of the secure locks. The restraints of the clips and ties. Sensuality... exchange of power... dominance and submission... vulnerability and trust... control, and surrender... belonging and ownership... Each from our particular position, we so enjoy these little moments full of symbolism and excitement.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Little did I know my Goddess was planning to write about our "Sexy Interlude" from a few evenings ago. This entry will give you the opportunity to contrast the same interlude from her dominant perspective and from mine.