For a while last night, i was lost in that place where i float happily, removed from everything.
Waiting in Starbucks for His text with instructions ~~
Go to the bathroom and remove your panties. No pictures necessary this time ~ lol.
And i text back Yes, Sir, but i’m wearing jeans!
and He just laughs, well, that would be your problem, not mine,
like i knew He would.
i think
if He keeps this up, i’ll end up wanting to take my panties off anytime i’m in Starbucks.
That could be a problem.
But i strip my panties off, put my jeans back on. The material is cool and a little stiff against my freshly shaved pussy.
As instructed, i drive to His house, wiggling in my seat a little, trying to keep the inner seam from rubbing against me.
His front door is open, but i can’t see through the storm door ~ it’s cloudy, i think because He has turned the thermostat way up. He lets me in.
He’s laid out an array of toys, and there’s the new base for the bondage bench, although it doesn’t have the larger board attached to it yet. But there’s a platform with a towel folded on it and ~
yes, in a matter of minutes, i find myself stripped of clothing, bent over the platform.
Hands tied together in front of me, then attached to the base, so i’m stretched over the platform, feet not quite flat on the ground… legs spread, ass exposed…
He begins with His hand.
Hand, flogger, stingy rope thing, belt is the routine, only tonight, He’s not wearing a belt, and He brings out the canes instead.
Yikes.
They sting ~ O! They sting so bad ~ so good ~ they get my full attention. Any stray thoughts corralled and concentrated on my burning ass…
When He’s done, and i’m untied, He moves the coffee table into place and re-ties me ~ spreads my legs, and ties me down again…
Mmmmmmm. It is bliss, being touched and probed and played with… and then ~
~~ on the floor, at His feet, cuddled against Him, hearing His heartbeat ~~
it is bliss.
Sounds like a lovely evening, aisha! Nothing like a night on the spanking table to relax the mind and body, and that’s true both for spank-ee and for spanker as well.
Hi, Jake,
Sorry for the delay in this being posted – for some reason it went to spam. My apologies.
And yesssss, it is delightfully relaxing, isn’t it? And that’s a little bit strange… but so true.
aisha
I think canes are scary. Just so you know…
-sin
@Sin,
Hmmmm. So ~ i’m doing something that scares you? It took me a while to even realize that’s what you’re saying.
Wow.
I might be in the running for “submissive of the year” after all! lol….
hug,
aisha
yep – I thought you’d like that.
yay for bliss…. 🙂
my M says the same thing…”well that would be your problem…not mine” !!
so glad you got this interlude…concrete, handled with caring…and yummmy
nilla
Thanks, ‘Nilla… grinning… hugs, aisha
Sounds like a wonderful evening.
Donna
Thank you, Donna, it really was!! aisha
they must learn that at “Dom” school
“well, that would be your problem, not mine”
As soon as Master says.. “well”…. I know exactly what is next….
BLISS indeed!
~faithful
@Faithful,
…laughing, yep, i bet they teach it there!
Ooooo, that reminds me of the training school fantasy i started a hundred years ago… himmmm
And yay for bliss!
aisha
The whole Starbucks thing could be a good story all to itself ! The evening sounded very nice, hope you have many more.
@Bill,
laughing… yeah, the story of the sub who always had to leave early so she could pull over at Starbucks… that would be great.
Thanks,
aisha
I do like the subliminal urge to remove your panties every time you enter a starbucks…
Mick
Just hoping i can hold myself back! lol…
aisha