Details

 

 

This morning when Sir Steve was kissing me good-bye - his hands were massaging my bum..... and I yelped.  Apparently I have 2 hard bumps on my ass - deep tissue bruising.  And it brought back memories of Sunday afternoon hanging from the rafters.

It started off like any spanking starts I guess..... BUT then Sir Steve had the blue suede flogger and he deliberately wrapped it - making sure to catch my nipples - both at once - and I gasped......... I had forgotten how accessible my body is to him when I am standing....  He used to have to kick my legs apart - but now it is instinctive... I stand with my legs wide apart - making sure he has access to all parts of my body (if you get my drift).  And the floggers would hit between my legs catching my clit jewelry making me yelp and stand on tippy toes... and of course the flogger kissing my breasts/nipples... but it also allows Sir Steve freedom to grab / pinch / pull any and all parts of my body...  

He used to have to say 'assume the position' which meant bend and stick your ass out ... now it too is instinctive... legs apart ... ass out... partially bent.... hanging... feeling the strike of the paddle or the flogger or the quirt.......... melting into each hit....

AND the familiar tingling in my belly - feeling the tingling build... feeling the pattern/rhythm of the strikes... feeling those hits building the orgasm......... then like a wave hitting a beach - the waves of an orgasm wash over me.........

When Sir Steve unclipped my wrists - the pain!  shooting down my arms... then pins and needles - and then trying to find my legs.... all details I had forgotten from before... 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Monday was an off day - I ached and felt a little sad.. and had no energy... what was wrong with me??!!  Later Monday evening when Sir Steve and I were sitting on the back deck having a cigarette - I asked him "do you think I have sub drop"  and he assured me that was exactly what I had...... sub drop.  It had been so long.... I had forgotten the signs/symptoms...... AND even sub drop felt amazing!  Familiar ... and missed...... part of the cycle of a masochist.   

All amazing details........ love is definitely in the details!

Let the Fun begin.......

 

 

Remember those eye hooks we bought for our new home?? Remember where Sir Steve installed them?

 

Well Sunday afternoon Sir Steve decided we were gonna test them out...... I was sent upstairs to find my cuffs and the clips... and to get naked.  Took me a bit to find them - cause yeah we hadn't unpacked the toy bag.. and of course the cuffs and clips were buried on the bottom.... not complaining ... cause it gave me a chance/excuse to lay out all my favourite toys!! 

 

Sir Steve followed me upstairs and the old rituals fell into place.  I presented my wrists and he put the cuffs on - then he attached me to the eye hooks ..............(and he humoured me and took a picture for my blog)

 

I had mentioned (ok ok more like begged him) not to expect too much from me as it has been absolutely AGES since we played hard..... I reminded him of how he used to build up the intensity taking me higher and higher .... 

Because I knew this was going to happen at some point on Sunday - my anticipation had built up............ so when Sir Steve started I just about melted........ 

Sir Steve cycled through all the toys I had laid out ......... I have absolutely no idea how long we played - but it felt like we had come home!! It felt like we both settled into our rightful places.... like we had unplugged and rebooted.  AND that is an excellent feeling............. 

Afterwards we had leftover baked tortellini for supper (thank god for leftovers cause I don't think I was in any shape to make a meal) and I glowed and purred all evening long!

New Home - New Beginnings - New Memories!

 

 

Languishing......

 

 

I am craving..... aching ... spoiling for... hankering... yearning... wanting and desiring.......... 

FOR?

some adult time..... sexy spanky adult time.

And know what makes it worse?? Every single weekend we go to the house - we're cleaning and organising...... Sir Steve is putting shelves up in the laundry cupboard.. hanging curtain rods.. hanging blinds.... every single time I go upstairs my fantasies kick in... big time...

See this........... 

it's where I envision being bent over  - holding on to the wooden posts - or tied to them.... the door right beside it is where the toys will be hung (well on the inside of the door) 

My knees go weak .... I dream .... oh how I dream.. and count down the weeks - then the days till we are living there........ 

BUT last weekend I didn't even notice the designated spanking area (well in my world it is the spanking area) ..... I didn't let my brain go there.. 'cause .. well .. what if it doesn't turn out the way Sir Steve has said it would? What if it is just a pipe dream that never comes true.  

It's been so long since we had sexy adult time..... 

I am yearning....... craving...... aching...... desiring... wanting.... 

I am languishing............ 

Topsy Turvy

 

 

I have been busy - crazy busy - with Christmas coming.... I started baking over a week ago - baking nearly every day... not one thing but two or three things - every day.  (that's as well as cleaning the house and doing laundry and all the other little chores that make up my days)

Why do I bake so much you ask?? Cause we give sweet baskets as gifts to friends and  family and neighbours.  AND  I love doing it. 

But sometimes it starts to feel like my world is topsy turvy - and this weekend was when it hit.......... Sir Steve was helping in the kitchen - he's my sous chef......... we baked up a storm this weekend.... making individual date loaves ... (3 batches!! 6 loaves total) and Chocolate Surprise cookies (they have a peppermint hershey's kiss in the middle) and I made a big batch of "ugly Christmas sweater" cookies.  Everything has to be done by this coming weekend as Sir Steve's family is coming for an early Christmas celebration on Saturday.

but in all the hustle and bustle I start to feel lost - not grounded - not really connected to Sir Steve.  I was feeling needy.  I need to connect to him on an intimate level ya know... not just as the chief cook and bottle washer...... my world starts to feel upside down - out of sorts.  Our connection starts to feel broken (well to me anyway)

But Sir Steve knew - figured it out - sensed I was needy? One of those - OR all of them.

After supper on Saturday he gave me the order "naked bent over the bed".  I was too tired - too strung out - to feel much of anything...... (usually I get at least some butterflies - but nothing on Saturday) 

As I was bent over the bed - naked - and Sir Steve started off spanking - god only knows what possessed me - but I turned my head and asked "SO - what's your other hand doing?"  He said 'just hanging there'........ and proceeded to swat my ass with everything he had!!  And throughout the spanking - every so often - he would declare what his hand was doing - like 'NOW I am using both hands at the same time!' Believe you me - I didn't need him to tell me!!  My ass was well aware he was using both hands at the same time!!!

As the colour of my ass changed from white to pink to bright red....... I felt my world righting itself.  Felt the connection to Sir Steve forging stronger links....... 

When we were done - Sir Steve announced it was time to watch a movie....... I curled up on the sofa - he put on "It's a Wonderful Life" and I smiled contentedly - it is indeed a Wonderful Life !!!

24 hours later my ass is SO itchy!!  Anyone else have that reaction to post spanking? No bruises just itchy itchy itchy

 

 

Spare Hand

 On Sunday over on Spankedhortic's blog he posted his Sunday Swishing post.  BUT in the comments Roz asked the question-  "What is with all the spankers with hand on hip?"
and a conversation was started!

I often times read blog entries to Sir Steve,,,,,,,so when I read this conversation I turned to Sir Steve and asked him " when you are spanking me - what do you do with the hand you're not using?" He frowned at me.  He scowled at me.  He finally said "I use both hands!" (which is true - he often switches hands) BUT I persisted "what do you do with the hand NOT being used?" and he answered (sounding more than little exasperated) "It's just there!"

We went back to watching the movie.  Suddenly he blurted out - "my spare hand is just there ya know"  and he proceeded to demonstrate how it hangs... or flaps about. I couldn't help but laugh........ the answer to my original question was obviously bugging him...... what DID he do with the other hand?

I thought about it some too......... discovered most of the time I DO know what he does with the spare hand.......... 

he'll rest it against the small of my back ...like this...

OR sometimes he'll distract me a little bit (cheeky grin)

 OR it'll just flap about (for balance maybe?)

 

OR he'll make sure my hands stay out of the way

 

OR he'll just use both hands and take my breath away

 

YES !

 

 

Early Saturday morning Sir Steve and I were enjoying a cup of coffee on the deck in the sunshine.  I was fidgety - ok ok translated 'I was horny' and decided I was not going to send an email.  I'm a full grown woman and should be able to use my words - no?! So I started talking - mostly inane gibberish - but I did finally blurt out what I was hoping we could try - a spanking that evolves into sex!   Sir Steve nodded and said that was a possibility.... so I let it go.... it's up to him IF and WHEN something happens.

 Fast forward to Sunday - early evening.  I was feeling a little down - post party blues I guess.......... and believe me when I say a spanking - never mind sex - was the last thing on my mind!  AND of course that was the exact moment I got my 'marching orders' - 15 minutes naked over the end of the bed.

For a split second I toyed with the idea of begging off...... explaining my mind set just wasn't there........ but ya know I did ask.......... and the more the idea rolled around in my head the more butterflies started fluttering.

So - 15 minutes later found me naked bent over the bed........... have I told you how high our bed is???  I need a bloody stool to get into it!!!  So I am standing on tippy toes... clutching the duvet - praying I didn't slide off.  

Sir Steve has a pattern? a way to spank? not sure how to describe it - but usually the first thing he does is run his hands over my ass.  On Sunday he commented that my ass was cold.......but wouldn't stay that way for long.  And then the spanking started....... 

It didn't feel very long - when he stopped and I heard the belt coming out of his pant loops.  I thought 'ohhhhh wow he's going to use his belt!' Nope!  He stripped - stood behind me again - pushed my legs apart and thrust into me.  Obviously he'd had enough of this spanking thing.  

Did it meet my expectations? Well like a lot of fantasies - no ........ but with some adjustments........ oh yeah it could be all that and more!!! Sir Steve has promised there'll be more spanking and sex together....... YAY!! 

Merry Xmasochist

 

 

We had such a busy weekend !!  We managed to squeeze in our trip to Montreal to drop off gifts and food baskets early Saturday morning before any bad weather arrived (though the storm was more a tempest in a teapot!)   Sunday Sir Steve helped me bake more cookies - the food baskets depleted our supply of Christmas treats.

By Sunday late afternoon - I figured any play time/adult snuggle time wasn't going to happen - we were both pooped.  Imagine my surprise when Sir Steve said that he was going to have a shower and would meet me in the bedroom when he finished!!

Butterfly time!

And it wasn't a sensual spanking either - it was a 'test my limits' spanking.  (Sir Steve had said he needed this maybe more than me!)  Sir Steve brought out the leather strap!! and knives... "oh be still my heart!!" 

The strap was hard ......... I yelped and squirmed ........ 

Sir Steve slowed it down....... did a lot of stroking between hits... and gave me a chance to get on top of the pain....... something he's very good at ... working WITH me to make it a fulfilling spanking session!  

The knife - omg!  the knife !  it's been so long ... when I felt the tip bite into my skin.. felt it moving down my back... I absolutely melted!  Sir Steve spared no part of my body... the knife talked to me - sang to me.. .teased me ....... I held my breath when it slipped up my thigh finding its way to my most private bits...  Sneaky Sir Steve would let me fall into the sensations of the knife ... then grab the strap and get in a couple of really good hits!  

It was totally amazing!  much like it used to be........... 

Life is good when the Christmas fairies come out to play.......... 

Spanking Thoughts

 

10 years ago when I first played with Sir Steve - I noticed his technique was different from other Tops I had played with....... he had a very distinct warm up...... hard play and cool down.  I wasn't used to that..... 

BUT there was something else that he did that screwed with my head at first..... He used his hands to massage and stroke between some pretty spectacular hard hits - it allowed me to endure enjoy the play time better and longer. 

On the weekend I did some time travel - back to those days of playing...feeling his hands beat a tattoo on my ass - raising the endorphin levels - then just as I thought I couldn't take another hit - there were his hands stroking and massaging... running up my back.... back down to the red aching ass - stroking making it feel sensuous - making me want more ........ 

Life is good when you purr through a spanking........ 

Colour Me Surprised!

Ok..... so the weekend was drawing to a close.  It had been a quiet weekend - a few chores around the yard... nothing very exciting.

Then yesterday afternoon I was feeling down....... emotional.... close to tears (kind of situation normal for me these days).  I went outside on the deck and Sir Steve joined me.  We were just standing there -- enjoying the sunshine .. when Sir Steve turned to me and said in his MOST Domly commanding voice " 3:00 - naked in the bedroom - bent over the bed".  My jaw dropped..... not because it has been SO long since I had a spanking (ok ok maybe a little bit !) BUT because it was 3:10!!!

I started giggling - not always the best reaction to Domly Doms!  Sir Steve looked at me puzzled....... through my giggles I asked him WHICH 3:00 cause it was already 3:10.  He spluttered 'WHAT ?!  Noooooooo it is only 2:40ish" and still spluttering he rushed into the house and looked at the time... .then spluttered some more about how he was SURE it was only 2:40!!  (like somehow someone had stolen 30 minutes from his day!!  grinning) 

He tried a quick recovery "Ok then ... 3:30 naked bent over the bed!" trying out that Domly Dom voice! but that Domly Dom moment was lost.... 

3:30 found me naked and bent over the bed - of course!!  

"Move over" the Domly voice said.  I turned my head and realized my naked body was safely shielded by the wall and the 'move over' order was to make sure my naked exposed body could be seen by him while he lounged in the living room.  (UGH!!  that's what I get for teasing the Domly Dom) 

Dontcha love how the poor naked ass pays the price for the Domly Dom's mistake??!!  AND as the expression goes 'pay back's a bitch'.  Sir Steve found the soft tender bits just under the ass - where the legs meet the bum....... and made sure it was nice and red and sore!!  AND that I was doing the 'subbie jig'.

Today my ass is tender -- especially when Sir Steve walks by and grabs a handful of ass and squeezes just to watch me jump and yelp!!

Life is very good when the Domly Dom claims my ass as his!  AGAIN.

Doorbell

(warning - graphic sexual content with pictures 
yeah you know now you can't wait to read/see!!!)

I had a post ready in my head for today..... already to write....... then I visited Windy's blog and thought OMG how appropriate is that for my post??!!!

see yesterday Sir Steve decided we had to have some play time..... well more like some sexy time....... and despite some playful fun all day (like Sir Steve putting some snow down my back - HARD LIMIT -- RED RED RED) and despite my head totally being in the game - my body wasn't  (see my sad face) 

It doesn't happen often (my body not being there) but it does happen occasionally.  Sir Steve is very adapt at getting my body there...... and yesterday was no exception.  Yesterday he focused on my 'doorbell' (read Windy's blog for goodness sakes!)

There was a lot of pussy slapping and tugging on my doorbell -- ohhhhhhhh lord my knees are going weak remembering the tugs on my doorbell.  For the record my doorbell is a bit ornate....... decorated for my pleasure.... 

and oh yeah it does elevate my pleasure !!!  and yeah definitely not for everyone.  

There is something very hot about Sir Steve tugging and stroking and slapping... again not for everyone -- but it satisfies the masochist in me..... 

All this playing ended in some very satisfying (VERY satisfying) sexy times.......

Life is good when the doorbell works !

 

He's Backkkkkkkkkk

7:45 last night He looked at me and said
"In 15 minutes I want you in the bedroom - naked - bent over the end of the bed"

Do you have any idea what happens in my head while I am watching the clock click down??!!  It has been soooooo long -- I could barely wrap my head around the thought of naked bent over the bed........... 

In 15 minutes I was naked bent over the end of the bed -- my heart pounding -- feeling so exposed -- shy and anxious and needy.

He didn't keep me waiting -- and my ass was soon red and hot and I was swearing and cursing him and loving every single spank....... every single minute!!

(whispering) then I heard the zipper on his jeans ....... and he forced my legs apart and thrust into me hard and fast......... and oh dear god my heart nearly stopped.......... it hurt soooooo good !!

Later hugging him and kissing him... and holding him tight I whispered "my man is back" and he laughed and said "hell yeah!"

Life is good when the man comes back......... 

 

 

OH SHIT !! OH SHIT !!

Picture this if you will............

9pm Monday night -- Sir Steve and I are sitting on the deck enjoying the sunset .... and Sir Steve says " go to the bedroom - strip naked and lie on the bed"..  (why do I always get the giggles and feel shy when he tells me that?!)

Not 5 minutes later found me naked and on the bed as ordered.  

Sir Steve started spanking my bare ass........ slowly at first then building up speed and intensity........ god it was amazing !!  I was squeaking "OH SHIT OH SHIT ... fuck fuck fuck !!"  He never missed a beat......  I know I had 2 orgasms just from the spanking.. and it felt as though my world had been righted on it's axis once again....... 

Life is good when THE man spanks my ass....... 

Hot Summer

We're all settled into the trailer for the summer.  Friday and Saturday evening were spent enjoying the campfire with my eldest daughter and her husband.

BUT

On Sunday I suggested to Sir Steve that maybe we could leave the fire early and have some 'adult time' in our BIG bed.... he thought that was a great idea.  

So we settled in around the fire at my daughter's site after announcing we would be having an early evening.  

I was feeling all warm and fuzzy and (I'll just say it) horny.  Sir Steve and I were snuggling like kids ..... when a BIG HUGE dog appeared on the site next to us.  My daughter had her dogs outside with us all of them tied up on long ropes.  We kept an eye on this dog (new to the campground)  It just kinda stood watching us........ the smallest of my daughter's dogs was standing at the end of her rope watching this dog.... 

Then with virtually no warning this huge black dog lunged at us...... so fast and so hard it broke her collar and she was free..... she went right after lil willow.  My daughter was trying to grab her dog and I was yelling at the campsite to come get their dog.

Fortunately it ended with no blood loss and no real damage.  Except to my equilibrium....... 

Sir Steve and I soon retreated back to our trailer but the sexy horny mood was gone.  I nearly cried.  

Sir Steve announced he could fix my mood........ and soon had me flipped over on my belly on the bed and had removed his belt.  He used the belt a little bit but went to his hand and gave my ass the best ever (well ok not ever -- but best in a long time) spanking... OMG it was amazing!! And I hardly worried at all that he was doing it just for me...

There is something very sensual about feeling his hand beating a tattoo on my ass... and then between swats caressing it and kneading it.. and then back to beating it... I was wiggling and moaning and thoroughly enjoying the heat building in my ass -- AND -- in my lower belly  

When Sir Steve climbed up on the bed between my legs - IF I had had any doubts about his doing this just for me - his rock hard cock banging against my body banished those doubts. 

Life is good when the summer starts off with a spanking and hot sex..........

Summer Bugs

Yeah summer bugs and I don't mean mosquitoes!  I managed to catch some mystery bug this week.  Let me tell you -- if you are gonna have the flu -- have it at home not in a trailer!!  UGH!  I was fussing cause Sir Steve and I have a 'date' in the city this weekend AND I wanted - needed -- demanded I be better by Friday!!

Fortunately (for all my fussing) it was only a 24 hour thing -- 24 hours of hell -- but at least I am on my feet and feeling feisty again! (big cheeky grin)

Hermione asked the other day on "Pillow Talk"  
 I'm glad you two are getting some private time together. Just wondering, though, aren't you worried about people in nearby trailers hearing you? They must be curious.

worried about the neighbours hearing us?? Yeah I was at first .... I can be a bit vocal during sex.... and at the beginning I used to swallow my moans and "oh gods" till my throat hurt and I would land up having a coughing fit.  As for playing here -- we really haven't done any spanking up here so it hasn't been an issue. I have relaxed considerably since that first night of love making -- and don't much care if the neighbours hear my moans... (cheeky grin).. let them think what they want.

BUT 

we hadn't played up here till that night when Sir Steve started to spank my ass.  At first I was shocked -- did a mental inventory of who was up (the campground gets pretty deserted during the week) and realized there was no one on either side of us and no one across the road.  IF the slaps and moans carried further so be it. 

 Hermione - I told Sir Steve about your comment tonite at dinner and he said if he was worried about the neighbours he would have closed the windows.  

At one point during the spanking I 'listened' to the sound he was making and grinned to myself thinking "one handed clapping".  It wasn't much more than a hard spanking.  For a masochist (and the Sadist) it was like an appetizer of what is to come this weekend.  The whole house to ourselves for 48 hours.  What a treat!!

Primal

I think most - if honest - would admit to having primal urges - some urges more intense than others but still - primal needs/wants/desires

Saturday night found me back in the dungeon.  This time not with the gentle Top who introduced me to the tens - who used knives and breath play to reach deep down inside of me and find my lil hidey hole - where "she" lives.

No on Saturday night I was with this Top who is discovering his primal side - nurturing it ... encouraging it..

This Primal does not frighten me - much less for sure - than the gentle Top who taught me on Friday night ........... and I wondered about that and I believe it is because I have an affinity for the Primal - and I DO love how they play - these primals - his and mine.

There is no politeness in the way these primal creatures play - they sweat and they groan and they growl and he forces orgasms out of me - from the pain only - and they don't scare him - he dances around them - he wants more of them ... to his primal I am not some freak - I am just another primal who has come out to play........... 

The play is intense - no toys - just skin against skin - pain rising up to drench my senses .... and his too I am sure... and bruises sprinkled like fairy dust across my thighs, my ass....

And when it's all over he wraps me up tight in a warm blanket - tight in his arms as we both sweat and pant together and come back to this earth together........ bonded in some weird primal way........... 

A little pussy torture

Yesterday - after two weeks of pinched nerves and too busy schedules - W sent me to find the purple butterfly. I thought he was "nuts".  We were on our way to the meat market - the butterfly to go to the meat market?? nuts definitely nuts.  But that is what I have always loved about W - his being nuts

So with the butterfly on - and vibrating.....

no wait vibrating doesn't describe it.  It has different pulses... it doesn't just vibrate - it pulses!!!  and the pulse W picked went something like this .............

vibrate.....vibrate......vibrateeeeeeeeee .......vibrate .. vibrate ......vibrateeeeeee.

Before I even got settled in the car I was wiggling.  How distracting!!  When we got to the meat market - right there in the parking lot - W put his hands between my legs - found the button on the purple vibrator - hit it - and went to ....................

vibrate .........vibrateeeeeeee....vibrate........vibrateeeeeee.
 
It was a whole world of distracting..............  

Once we got home W turned it off (can you see me pout??) then he told me to fetch some toys.  Being the brat that I am - I didn't just fetch SOME toys - I fetched the whole big toy bag!!

W had me kneel up on the sofa - well sort of leaning over the back of it - and before he started in on my ass - his hands reached in and turned it back on - to one longgggggggggggg very strong VIBRATE!!

I can honestly say having my clit being stimulated during a rather intense flogging session was AMAZING!!  Even when a few of the floggers found their way between my legs and slashed at my pretty pink woman bits - it felt amazing!! 

Then W fucked me till I was panting and soaked and just to keep life interesting and challenging - he wiped all the juices up and spread them over my ass to make it all wet - in time for the leather two thonged flogger - I thought the skin was being shredded........but truthfully didn't give a damn!

When it was all over and I was kneeling at W's feet the only words I could find were "amazing Sir - amazing!!!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ok - sometimes D/s can look a whole lot different from vanilla - a whole lot different !

 

Sunny Day

Was a sunny day
Not a cloud was in the sky
Not a negative word was heard
From the peoples passing by
Was a sunny day
All the birdies in the trees
And the radio’s singing song
All the favorite melodies

Paul Simon

 Yes today is indeed a "sunny day".  And it came about because of a spanking.... yup a spanking!!  weird eh??? 

Well I find it weird.  I was thinking yesterday afternoon - after the spanking and 2 orgasms - how weird it was.  How a spanking can change my mindset drastically.

First I had worked hard to trash the feelings of not being a good subbie - over the dinner episode - by myself - and I had done a good job.  And I had  that warm glow that comes from serving W and knowing my place.

BUT

add a spanking and it's as though my position as W's submissive is re-affirmed.  It's as though a spanking  re-affirms that W sees me as his submissive.  It's not me myself and I doing this - but it is a combined effort - the two of us. 

shrug - ok - it probably all sounds a bit weird - I admit it - but weird or not - it gives me warm fuzzies and an "all's right with the world" kind of feeling.   

Weekly - biweekly -  hell daily spankings sound like a GREAT idea to me.. keep me grounded - keep me in my place - keep the sun shining and no clouds in the sky !! 

Been a long time............

It has been a long time since I posted any pics of marks on my ass from a whipping......

Yesterday - after I had posted that I was "vegging" W decided another whipping was in order - and what W wants W gets (see me complaining??? LOL)

This time though - for some reason - I asked if there were any stripes - I think maybe the  reason was - it was hurting and I wanted to make sure HE could see the whip was doing it's job - so to speak.

In the past W has taken pictures after the fact - so that I had a record of what had transpired.  I loved having the recorded memories and can't count how many pictures I have saved on disks over the past 10 years or so.

Anyway - all of that to say - I have pictures of my striped ass and thought I would share a couple ...............

this one's about half way through

and this was the final result

It proved to be quite a nice session........... one to hold close to me as I head home to finish off the last 3 months of work...............

 

Oh wait a sec........... one more picture I have to share.... W gave me a surprise present on the weekend (for Easter I guess) a necklace with a handcuff.   I asked W to take a picture so I could share.....

 

 

  

Amazing

We had an amazing weekend!! 

And the funniest thing happens when it is all so good - my heart becomes full and the words don't / can't seem to flow.  I know deep down inside the words I have will not come close to describing what I felt / experienced...... the love the longing the total complete happiness..........

and most of what we did was pretty mundane - touristy stuff.......... we shopped (wait till I show you / tell you what I bought) .... we did sight seeing ....... we went on an amphibian bus (bit disappointing actually) .......... and we did "depraved" sexy stuff locked up in our hotel room on the top floor of the hotel...............


 He handcuffed me and beat my ass Friday night - high up in the hotel room - locked away from the world........... 

On Saturday morning - very very early - before most anyone was up and about........ W had me standing stark naked arms spread wide - pressed against our hotel window....... my face was blushing red - my heart was pounding - he was taking pictures - he had me turn around and shot shots of the front of me - and it felt just so depraved and wicked - and .................... 
delightfully fun and sexy. 

Turning around.. looking at W standing naked with the camera in hand - phewwwwwww - there just aren't any words to describe the happiness I felt in that split second moment.
 
He beat my ass and gave me an orgasm - just before we left the hotel room for the last time to meet friends for brunch on Sunday - and it felt depraved and wickedly sinful - and sexy......... especially sitting in the restaurant discussing world affairs - knowing my ass was red and striped and hot - and my juices were puddled in my pants - and I could smell myself........... 

Yup definitely depraved and wickedly sinful - and ohhhhhhh so much fun.  

one word describes it all - A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.

Promises Promises..........

So.......... to refresh everyone's memory.........

Wednesday evening we arrived in Kingston - and did NOT go to a munch - so we had all this time to kill in the evening.  Oh we could have wandered around the downtown core and watched all the buskers performing.......... BUT .......... we both knew we had another busy day coming up on Thursday of house hunting.... so we headed back to the hotel.

I had stripped down to just the bare essentials when W opened the hotel room and went out to the car............. He returned with the BIG toy bag!!!  I knew I wanted it..... and yet I didn't either.  My mind was swirling around thoughts of finding a home and all the "what if's" that have become part of our home search.  My tummy was still grumbling over the less than stellar meal I had had....... and I couldn't help but wonder what lying on my stomach would do to all the 'grumbling'............ 


BUT as I said the other day ...... Rule #1 the Dom is always right..... so if the Dom thought a session was in order - who was I to suggest maybe it wasn't the bestest of times........ huh??? 


I laid prone on the big queen sized bed and held on for dear life.  It had been weeks since we had had a session - and I knew my tolerance levels were going to be at an all time low.  


I am pretty sure W started off slowish (slowish for him that is) with a paddle - but soon - very very soon - He had warped it up to a cane.............. have I told you I HATE canes??? I wiggled all over that queen sized bed... I clutched at the blankets ... I cursed... I wiggled some more...... but there was no respite for my ass.  


Ohhhhhh W will tell you he took great pity on me and rubbed my ass a couple of times.. He even switched toys .. from the cane to the tawse - and then back to the lexon cane (which hurts wayyyyyyyyy more than the rattan one!!) and even a flogger or two.. and then back to the canes.  I do believe W was taken with canes on Wednesday evening... very taken with them.  Pity I wasn't as taken with them............ (cheeky grin)


I am guessing it was a good 40 minutes of caning and spanking before I felt something ice cold being applied to my ass........ (which if anyone is interested was red..... bright red ... W said it had gotten red really fast this time.  Well DUH!!!  the skin was virginal - I tell you - VIRGINAL - it had been so long!! of course it was RED)  The cold was to help with the swelling and hard lumps and bumps that develop from deep tissue bruising - the only type of bruising I seem to suffer from ......... 


Then it was a hug for the old Dom and murmurs of thank yous and love yous.... and I was left to rub my ass - and be awed by the hardness on both cheeks......... 


Thank god the real estate agent had nice comfy padded seats in his Jeep on Thursday - otherwise it would have been a very painful long day of house hunting !!