Monday, September 15, 2008

On Curing feelings of neglect........


On Saturday night.. after a long week at work (but fun and challenging and relatively stress free!!) and after a very vanilla day of wedding flower deliveries .. i made a comment.. an off the cuff... flippant comment.. something about my bum feeling neglected............ i soon discovered there are many ways to make one's bum feel less neglected without much effort on the 'Sir's' part.

i was told to go and get Mr. Mat...... i really thought He must be joking.. didn't He know that was NOT what i had in mind?? god when .. if ever.. will i learn it is not about my fantasizes.. and opening my mouth often times gets me things i don't want !!!!




i held out one hope...... that Mr Mat placed on a nice soft chair would make some sort of difference... would somehow make it a little easier to take than sitting on the hard floor........
i was wrong............ very wrong.

It was difficult getting into the chair........... which was just plain fear of the spikes biting into tender skin..... the chair itself is never difficult to get into....... or out of ....... for that matter..
i just sort of plunked down.. and the spikes pushed into tender skin........ i glanced over at Sir who was watching my antics........ and smiling........ He went back to watching television......

Half an hour into Mr Mat........ my ass was burning but not burning as badly as in the beginning... and i was almost able to concentrate on the television show....... when Sir suggested .... commanded.. ordered.. that i put my feet up (it is a lazy boy chair) ....... so my feet went up.. which shifted the weight bearing parts.. and Mr. Mat found it's way into the soft spot.. and the tender backs of my thighs.... and the burning / hurting started fresh......

Half an hour later Sir asked if i would like a break from Mr. Mat ......... "yes yes please!!!" and so i was given permission to stand up............ i couldn't do it ! Standing up brought such horrific pain........... and Mr. Mat was embedded in my ass and thighs.. standing up only brought it with me !!! Three attempts at standing.. three attempts at trying to stand and leave Mr. Mat in the chair.......... finally the humiliation of it..... i hoisted myself from the chair awkwardly.... Mr. Mat attached like some giant piece of fly paper........ Once up i was able to rip Mr. Mat off my bum.......

i wanted to fling it across the room........... but that isn't very graceful ... so i folded it in half - the best i could - and placed it on the ottoman across the room from me....... walking hurt.. sitting back down on the soft cushion of the Lazy boy hurt....... it burned .. it ached.. it hurt....... my bum was no longer neglected........

(if you click on the picture you will see a huge blown up version .. that shows each dimple.. each painful entry point)


Sir said........ 'take a break ......... you can always sit on it again after"....... AFTER??? i sat quietly...barely breathing.. not wanting to bring attention to myself .. or my neglected bum.....

Finally it was time for bed......... Mr. Mat sat folded so neatly directly across from me.. a promise of being a cure for feeling neglected..

Mr. Mat sat in that spot all weekend - i wasn't told to put it away....... i didn't once mention again my feelings of being neglected.. not one word....... for all of Sunday...........

But Sunday brought......... what i have called "free flow" BDSM ........ it's own form of torment............ but i will save that bit for another day.................




1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Because I have a "mr mat", too, I can laugh. And laugh and laugh. Cuz it's you and not me. Ha!

;-)

kaya