Last night i felt His dominance in all its lovely power.
From the collar and cuffs ~ o, such a wonderful feeling, as He buckles them ~ to the rope, pulled tightly around me… from my flogger, which really caresses, to the full slap and sting of His belt… it was all lovely.
He makes me lie down on my back, with my knees bent, legs open, arms at my side. Then He ties my wrist cuffs to my ankle cuffs.
Yeah.
Splayed out, unable to move. No doubt about who’s in control here.
The wooden spoon ~ o, yikes ~ tapping between my legs ~ O ~ O ~ and then my body suddenly relaxes. All tied up, i had been a little tense, now, my body settles comfortably, opens to Him.
There is more, so much more… a feast of kinky delight.
Nipple clamps ~ did i want the right one tighter, looser, or the same?
“The same, Sir, please,” i say.
“Like this?” as He puts the right one on.
Me, gasping ~ “O, i think that’s tighter.”
Sir ~ “But you wanted them the same, right?”
“Yes, Sir,”
“Then i guess I’d better tighten up this other one.”
O, yikes!!
Laughing… after that, when He asks if one clamp is tighter than the other, i say, “Yes, Sir! They’re the same! Exactly the same, Sir.”
His hand in my hair… ahhhhh. i love, love, love that. Right at the nape of my neck. The slightest tug sends waves of pleasure through me.
And kneeling, tucked between His legs, caressing, licking …. feels like coming home.
This morning, aching nipples, rope marks on my torso, my heart is dancing with joy.