You know how I love my marks - I wear them, enjoy them, wince at them and glow with pride at them. And bruises are up there with the best marks. This weekend, no impact play. Oh no - much more intense and collected than that. But I've still got bruises :-D Fronts of my thighs, up near the region, from where I was probably grinding into the table. So not only can I take a 'monkey shower' and grin from the inside out, but also every time I pull my pants down I can see the bruises at the front and it transports me straight back. Table, towel, you, me, 60 needles, blood, horn, love.
xxxxxx
Sunday, 20 September 2009
Loss of control
It's been another amazing weekend chez you and me although actually it was 4 whole nights and almost 4 whole days. A treat. An oasis in a confusing, worrying and challenging time for me. I can't even begin to sum up how incredibly relaxed you make me feel - as if there is nothing else happening in the world but you and me.
Wednesday
I can't really remember Wednesday night because of what has come since but I have a feeling that we were supposed to go to sleep but we didn't cos we got horny instead :-D I do remember your strong, beautiful hands around my throat, you playing with my nipples, me finding your cock and then a deep relaxed sleep.
Thursday
Waking up next to you - you horny I seem to remember. Bliss. Bread baking in the kitchen! The trauma with your car in the evening. Not so good. Being together. Perfect
Friday
Evening out with dinner and work chats, champagne and little comments that I loved from you, a tap on the bum, a tangle of fingers under the table. Again, a sleep like no other - peaceful.
Saturday
You didn't go where you were supposed to go. I felt guilty but I felt so immensely pleased and thrilled and honoured and privileged all at the same time. We spent a happy (domestic bliss) day together.
The evening. Roast chicken with roast potatoes that I know you love. Cooking for you makes me happy.
Then click - our collar is put around my neck. "That's better you say" I get up and kiss you, quivering in anticipation. "Go and have a shower" No hesitation on my part.
Then downstairs again. Table is cleared, your knives are out, there are towels on the table. You peel off my towel. I'm suddenly embarrassed about being naked in front of you although I know I have to be. This doesn't work when I have the security of clothes.
"Bend over the table, pretend you are diving" you say. Immediately I respond. "Good girl" you say, I melt. Gently you start to stroke my back, my bottom and my thighs. You take a knife and draw it slowly slowly down my spine. It feels amazing and soothing, cathartic, right. Patterns, angles, points, the flat side (oh god the noise of the flat side). I feel myself drifting but conscious of my breathing, of the towel under my face which smells of you, of the fact that I am getting wet already.
Then "pop". I know that sound. "I'm going to make pretty patterns on your back" you say. I whimper but in an encouraging way - not a moan, more a eager, anticipatory sound. And then you start. Hot sharp point, strange icy feeling as the needle goes under my skin then warmth as it settles. And again, and again, and again. "Pop" goes the packaging, your big hand calming me as you carefully place each needle. "Are you okay my darling?" you say occasionally but mostly there is silence apart from your breathing, my breathing and my occasional yelps as a needle just pierces (deeper? across a nerve?) my skin.
The patterns you are making I am sure are a butterfly - a long body down my spine and then curves at the top. I concentrate hard on how it feels, how it feels to be under your spell and your command, how my body feels when I am not in control, how my mind races but is also calm. I concentrate on the warmth on my back and the heat between my legs. I concentrate on the towel under my face, on twisting my fingers together when it hurts, on stretching my leg to stop the muscles quivering.
Then suddenly you have a finger in my cunt. Or your thumb. And I'm aching for this. I'm sure the noises that come out of my mouth are more gutteral now, more animal - just base feeling. You push and fuck me with your finger, willing me to come. And then it happens and I'm aware that not only am I wet, I am dripping wet. I can feel it inside my thighs. I'm embarrassed, ashamed but also deliciously humiliated. You do this to me. I never do this. You have my body and my mind and at your touch my body betrays my mind. And then again. You push inside me hard and I lose control of all feeling as I whimper and moan and say "no" and sob without tears. I'm dripping wet, down my legs, onto my feet. I can't imagine I will ever stand up again. But then you haven't finished yet as you push again into me "come for me my baby, come" and again I do. I can smell the heat and lust in the room and feel my face burning. It is incredible.
You scratch and scratch and I never want it to end as I feel the fire on my back, my thighs. Mmmmmm.
Photos - thank you.
Then it's fast forward as the needles come out, the blood is wiped away, we have hugs, I try to focus and comprehend what has just happened. You look radiant and handsome and pleased and exhausted.
"6 needles" you say. "6?" I question thinking there must have been at least 20. "Well, times that 6 by 10" you chuckle. Wow. 60 needles in my back? You put 60 needles in my back?
God did it feel good.
Speech took a long time to come back, as did focus and the use of my limbs. I just wanted to sit by your chair with my head on your hand and breathe you in. So I did.
And when sleep came, when we were curled up around each other, the glow inside just spread and spread and I am sure I went to sleep with a grin. And I woke up with an even bigger one.
The morning after
What we have is incredibly rewarding and amazing. I love you sounds too little for how I feel about you. The things you do for me (practically) I cannot thank you enough. The way you love me, care for me, treat me, play with me, touch me, kiss me, hold me - thank you.
I love you daddy xxxx
Wednesday
I can't really remember Wednesday night because of what has come since but I have a feeling that we were supposed to go to sleep but we didn't cos we got horny instead :-D I do remember your strong, beautiful hands around my throat, you playing with my nipples, me finding your cock and then a deep relaxed sleep.
Thursday
Waking up next to you - you horny I seem to remember. Bliss. Bread baking in the kitchen! The trauma with your car in the evening. Not so good. Being together. Perfect
Friday
Evening out with dinner and work chats, champagne and little comments that I loved from you, a tap on the bum, a tangle of fingers under the table. Again, a sleep like no other - peaceful.
Saturday
You didn't go where you were supposed to go. I felt guilty but I felt so immensely pleased and thrilled and honoured and privileged all at the same time. We spent a happy (domestic bliss) day together.
The evening. Roast chicken with roast potatoes that I know you love. Cooking for you makes me happy.
Then click - our collar is put around my neck. "That's better you say" I get up and kiss you, quivering in anticipation. "Go and have a shower" No hesitation on my part.
Then downstairs again. Table is cleared, your knives are out, there are towels on the table. You peel off my towel. I'm suddenly embarrassed about being naked in front of you although I know I have to be. This doesn't work when I have the security of clothes.
"Bend over the table, pretend you are diving" you say. Immediately I respond. "Good girl" you say, I melt. Gently you start to stroke my back, my bottom and my thighs. You take a knife and draw it slowly slowly down my spine. It feels amazing and soothing, cathartic, right. Patterns, angles, points, the flat side (oh god the noise of the flat side). I feel myself drifting but conscious of my breathing, of the towel under my face which smells of you, of the fact that I am getting wet already.
Then "pop". I know that sound. "I'm going to make pretty patterns on your back" you say. I whimper but in an encouraging way - not a moan, more a eager, anticipatory sound. And then you start. Hot sharp point, strange icy feeling as the needle goes under my skin then warmth as it settles. And again, and again, and again. "Pop" goes the packaging, your big hand calming me as you carefully place each needle. "Are you okay my darling?" you say occasionally but mostly there is silence apart from your breathing, my breathing and my occasional yelps as a needle just pierces (deeper? across a nerve?) my skin.
The patterns you are making I am sure are a butterfly - a long body down my spine and then curves at the top. I concentrate hard on how it feels, how it feels to be under your spell and your command, how my body feels when I am not in control, how my mind races but is also calm. I concentrate on the warmth on my back and the heat between my legs. I concentrate on the towel under my face, on twisting my fingers together when it hurts, on stretching my leg to stop the muscles quivering.
Then suddenly you have a finger in my cunt. Or your thumb. And I'm aching for this. I'm sure the noises that come out of my mouth are more gutteral now, more animal - just base feeling. You push and fuck me with your finger, willing me to come. And then it happens and I'm aware that not only am I wet, I am dripping wet. I can feel it inside my thighs. I'm embarrassed, ashamed but also deliciously humiliated. You do this to me. I never do this. You have my body and my mind and at your touch my body betrays my mind. And then again. You push inside me hard and I lose control of all feeling as I whimper and moan and say "no" and sob without tears. I'm dripping wet, down my legs, onto my feet. I can't imagine I will ever stand up again. But then you haven't finished yet as you push again into me "come for me my baby, come" and again I do. I can smell the heat and lust in the room and feel my face burning. It is incredible.
You scratch and scratch and I never want it to end as I feel the fire on my back, my thighs. Mmmmmm.
Photos - thank you.
Then it's fast forward as the needles come out, the blood is wiped away, we have hugs, I try to focus and comprehend what has just happened. You look radiant and handsome and pleased and exhausted.
"6 needles" you say. "6?" I question thinking there must have been at least 20. "Well, times that 6 by 10" you chuckle. Wow. 60 needles in my back? You put 60 needles in my back?
God did it feel good.
Speech took a long time to come back, as did focus and the use of my limbs. I just wanted to sit by your chair with my head on your hand and breathe you in. So I did.
And when sleep came, when we were curled up around each other, the glow inside just spread and spread and I am sure I went to sleep with a grin. And I woke up with an even bigger one.
The morning after
What we have is incredibly rewarding and amazing. I love you sounds too little for how I feel about you. The things you do for me (practically) I cannot thank you enough. The way you love me, care for me, treat me, play with me, touch me, kiss me, hold me - thank you.
I love you daddy xxxx
Wednesday, 9 September 2009
It's my birthday and I'll fly if I want to
you came to see me - at home, in my house :-D you nearly didn't cos plans changed and then changed back
you clicked our collar around my neck
you put my dressing gown cord around my wrists
you laid me down on my dining room table
you let me see your knives laid out like soldiers waiting for the battle cry
you stuck 40 needles into my back, either side of my spine
you wound your pretty red ribbon around in a corset pattern
you used your knives on my skin - cold and hot, bliss and pain
you took photos
you stood me up - I couldn't focus
you took more photos
you looked into my eyes
I am so in love with you xxxxx
you clicked our collar around my neck
you put my dressing gown cord around my wrists
you laid me down on my dining room table
you let me see your knives laid out like soldiers waiting for the battle cry
you stuck 40 needles into my back, either side of my spine
you wound your pretty red ribbon around in a corset pattern
you used your knives on my skin - cold and hot, bliss and pain
you took photos
you stood me up - I couldn't focus
you took more photos
you looked into my eyes
I am so in love with you xxxxx
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