We start with dinner ~ no, that’s not right.
We start with a hug, a hug and many kisses, standing with the front door still open. Just holding each other, kissing and nuzzling, til one of us says, “Ok. Ok, we’d better eat,”
And so we do. Sitting at the kitchen table. Carry out Italian ~ the classic sampler plate for him, salad for me. i put it on real plates so it looks like a real meal rather than fast food.
He enjoys it, and i do too, and we talk about stuff. The news. Our days.
And then He says, “Get your mat.”
i scurry to get it ~ my yoga mat, it is, and a towel to put over it. i know exactly where it goes, in the living room in front of the love seat. i’m glad that it’s getting some use, since i haven’t done a lick of yoga with it.
i sit on the mat when i’m waiting for Him, kneel on the mat when He’s talking to me. “Kneel” is the command, it is the classic position, rocked back on my heels, knees spread slightly, hands on my thighs, palms up. Back straight.
“Open” means to rise up on my knees, legs open wide, making myself accessible.
Then some clothes come off, some stay on. The collar goes on ~ a leather one tonight, He fastens it around me and i feel myself move deeper into subspace.
i offer wrists and ankles for the cuffs. Right one first, then the left.
He does a rope harness around my lower body, placing a knot right where it will rub my clit. He plays with that for a while.
The rope is tight. Lodges itself between butt cheeks, cuts into my pussy, making me gasp, making me wetter.
When He removes it, i feel a touch of relief, but mostly disappointment.
The routine is next ~ in the doorway, arms suspended above my head. He has left my shirt on, unbuttoned, and my bra, pulls my panties down around my knees.
No spreader bar tonight. “I want to see if you can keep your feet down on the ground without it,” He says. “Keep your legs open.”
i resolve to do that of course.
The routine is the same – He plays with me first, ahhhhh, so much pleasure. Then has me turn, offer my ass.
Hand ~ flogger ~ rope ~ belt. The order is the same. This time between the hand and the flogger are nipple clamps.
i turn again, facing Him. The bra comes off. He pulls my shirt up, arranges it so my upper body’s exposed. Then the clamps.
Just the C-clamps, with the chain, and they don’t hurt that much, just twinges of pain, i can take that. He flicks my nipples with the flogger, pinches them, just enough to make me whimper a little.
He is caressing and touching me all this time, and then He says “One more minute,” and He walks away.
Standing there alone, back to the door, arms fastened above my head, i quickly discover that they hurt much more than i thought. O, my.
i mean, they’re not excruciating or anything, but without His touch they hurt sooo much more. A minute is longer than you’d think.
And then He is back, and they come off, slowly and gently, cause that’s how he is. That hurts too, more when they’re all the way off. And ~
~ they’re still very sensitive this morning. i’ll be aware of them today.
“Turn,” He says, and i do, keeping my legs open as if the spreader bar were holding them.
The rope on my ass raises welts. He uses it slowly, i have time to breathe and absorb the feeling most of the time.
The last two are fast ~ He warns me first, “Just two more,” and i know they’ll be quick, back to back.
The belt leaves marks too, marks that are still there this morning. But His hands caress me, a hand on my nipple, and it’s not hard to take. It leaves me sooo wet.
Back on the mat, at His feet, He uses the shoe horn to direct me as we practice positions. He asks me questions, and i can’t think, don’t have a clue, and the shoe horn taps me ~ just a tap ~or if i’m slow to obey, just a tap, a reminder.
Mmmmmm.
“The shoe horn is not your friend,” He says. And He’s right, i can tell He is, but so far it’s not an enemy either.
And then there are orgasms… o, yes.
Finally, He lets me kneel before Him, lets me use my mouth and hands for His pleasure, teaching me the ways that please Him most.
It is training, isn’t it? Laughing… Who knew it would be so much fun?
Tags: BDSM, Dominance, nipple clamps, relationships, spanking, Submission
