Table for One

Sunday morning with Lee started with her waking me and slipping a thin leather collar around my neck. This would be pretty much all I wore that day...

She keeps an office in one room of the building where her studio is. It's decorated what I assume is a Victorian style (my tastes in furniture tend more to the simplistic). Next to the lovely desk which held her laptop was a small cushion. She led me into the room and yes, ala' every SL submissive, I knelt on the cushion. But this was actually happening, and I couldn't help but giggle about it. I'm not sure if her irritation was feigned or real, but either way she buckled a ballgag in to keep me quiet while she tended her email.
Strangely, I really was quite content to sit with her for awhile, just being there beside a woman I knew cared deeply and still was willing to do to me all that I needed.

It was probably an hour or so later when she finished, closed the laptop and turned to me with a smile. A blindfold of soft leather joined the ballgag and I was lead to the dining room, on up onto the table. Much to my delight (I AM a bondage slut after all ;) ) I was soon tied with my wrists behind my head and lashed to a shoulder harness. My ankles were secures up to my thighs, leaving me spread open. Several more ropes fastened me to the table's legs ensuring I wouldn't squirm my way off and hurt myself. I drifted for a bit while she was doing her ropework on me, bondage has been described like an unending embrace from your lover when done well. Lee does it well, and I came back to awareness when she pulled a chair out and sat at the end of the table opposite to the way me head was pointing. (Between my legs, if that wasn't clear) What followed was an exquisite blend of teasing and fulfilling sexual torment. Several toys were tried on me, as well as.. other ways.. She never spoke through the entire episode and I wasn't told to ask for my orgasms. As has become almost normal for my time with Lee, I lost track of time again. When I slipped back inside my head her hands were caressing my upturned rear gently, coaxing me back to reality.

I heard her footsteps cross the room then, followed by soft applause.... From behind me still...
Someone else was there, and I never knew who, or what part they played in the entire scene.

Another of Lee's gifts...

Joy returns to me

Long ago, in SL terms, I proposed to her. Ironically I did it from a dance pole in a prison club. She was to be my Mistress then, as well as my Partner. Life happened and things have changed. If you've followed my blog you already know that I no longer desire a Mistress.

Friday night the time was finally right. Faye and I talked for a long time, making sure that we both had the same thing in mind.

She made me the happiest I've been in a long, long time, for Faye and I are Partnered at last! Faye honored me with the gift of her submission as well.

Thank you my Love, my Dearest, my sub and my Partner. I will love you always, and all ways.

Whew!

Yes, I made it back from Indy. It's been about five days (I traveled most of the day Wednesday) and I'm still floating. The bruises are fading, the welts are gone, my nipples aren't quite so sensitive and the sore spots left in my mouth from the ball gag have finally gone away.

I'm not going into full details now. If you're curious leave me a reply and I'll answer questions if I can. Suffice it to say that it was a mind boggling rush of an experience that I would do again everyday, but realistically, there's no way..

Indy Trip

Three or four times a year I take a vacation from.. well.. from reality, in a way. I drive nearly eight hours, one way, to see a woman that I trust my life with, though I don't even know her real name. Lee has kept her studio from her days as a professional Dominatrix. She no longer sees new clients, but has a set of favorites. I came to her late in her career, introduced through some mutual friends that own a lake house near my own home. She calls me about once a month and we talk girl talk mostly, but when I go to her, it's all Domme/sub.

I'm going to see her this weekend and staying for a few days. We've talked about what I'd like to experience, what limits I am comfortable with letting her push, and ideas that she might like to try. In the past I've spent the entire time with her in bondage, served horderves at a fetish party (in full latex!) modelled different ties, I've even been made into a table on which people set their drinks during a dinner party.

I say that we talk about my limits, but I trust her so much now that I no longer really have any. She can easily pick up on my interest in things. I've told friends before that I have to be careful of what I look at in her studio for fear that she will use *it* on me.

Pain has been a limit for me for awhile. Nipple clamps (and clamps in general) I enjoy, but I never wanted to be whipped or beaten, things like that. Last winter I let Lee flog me. She used all sorts of different floggers and explained the difference between them and how they are different from whips, canes and the like. It was terrified, and so excited through the entire experience that my orgasm took me totally by surprise. After it was over Lee cuddled me closer than she ever has, and actually cried with me. An understanding bond that I've never been aware of being possible.

We play with some very strong emotions when we are involved in BDSM. The vanilla world and the posers who think they are "kinky" because it seems to be trendy now just can't make the leap from pain to pleasure. There is no other way to reach those plateaus without enduring the torment and intense stimulation that a gifted domminant can take you to.

Let them giggle at the things we do, and we will pity them for their unknowing loss. I'm going to Indy.

Joy and Sorrow and Heart Breaking Pain

Bad things happen to good people. We all know it, and hate it for being so. Like a Greek tragedy though we're compelled by it, and follow the story waiting for the happy ending that may not come.

A loss in the family is never easy, but is the pain tempered by knowing the sacrifice was that of a hero?

Evil perpetrated on an innocent soul cloaked as love, leads to enlightenment and knowledge uncommon to one's peers. An even trade?

When one needs, actually needs to be with another yet is forced out of contact, will the heart truly grow fonder with the absence?

Illness shadowing a kind and gentle person, yet love grows stronger between those that share the burdens.

There are unending examples, and some of those that read this blog will recognise one or two these personally.

But to those I love I offer this: Life does go on, and Joy can be found again.

I am living proof.