The Fleeting Moments that Last

I can still feel the way Mistress snuggles up to me as I nibble on her neck. I can still taste her lips pressed against mine….

And it was all to sort as I watched Mistress’ subway continue uptown.

A Glass Half Full Outlook

So instead of stealing away for a dinner once or twice a week–Mistress and I are now able to steal away for a cup of coffee or lunch every now and then. We still have our weekly night-which we try to makespecial. But the time together is not what it once was.

Obviously this is not super-ideal. Mistress has blogged about this calling it “the trade off.”

Back in the Saddle Again

Oh what a night.

And I am not really sure why I am making arcane song references other than I feel really good about the night Mistress and I had last night.  I think it may have been what we both needed to “clear our heads” some of the issues and kind of go back to basics of our relationship.

As I mentioned yesterday (at my suggestion), Mistress and I began instituting a ‘fetish night” into our relationship.  Its a chance to step out of GF/BF and just be Mistress and sub.

So, all through the day, Mistress would taunt me text messages to be ready. I was told to be on highest of protocol and arrive at Mistress’ house fully cleaned inside and out.  This would mean I could expect some anal play.  As I was heading to Mistress’ house she further taunted me by telling me she had some stuff in mind.

When I arrived, Mistress was stunning (she always is, but last night in particular), with her leather corset, leather panties, black sheer stockings and prada boots.  I stopped the drool long enough to bow before her and present her the roses I bought for her and the hair spray she instructed me to arrive with.

After some greetings and boot worship, Mistress had me get  a towel out and assume a doggie position to “remind me who the bitch is” in our relationship.  This was a prolonged anal session that included my taking her cock in my ass, and stretching me out.  One of the nice things about how Mistress and I can play is that its not necessarily what you would call straight forward.  For some reason, I found it kind of funny that as  Mistress would push her cock into me, I could not keep my balance.  Deeper went the cock, and the further forward I would go.

I can tell you, my ass is still hurting on the inside from this.

After a clean up, it was off to Paddles.  I was carrying Mistress’ bag of canes and floggers and a second bag.  In that was my collar and leash, some sections of rope, a whip and Mistress’ still with tags on London Tanners collection.

I could only guess what was in store.

Upon arrival at Paddles Mistress staked out her favorite place–a throne in a corner of one of the side rooms.  There we spent some time chatting, some cuddling as Mistress let me hold her in her corset and just bask in her presence.  There was a small following of subbies around–Mistress kind of likes the attention, so its OK.

After a cup of coffee, it was time to get down to business.

Out came the London Tanners tools, down went my pants and over a spanking bench I went.  Admittedly, I am not much of a public player-but this was for Mistress and for us so eagerly I awaited what was coming.

So, here is where I have to admit perhaps I finally found my way to sub-space (or at least my little version of it).  I can’t really tell you what order the implements were used. I know the Rats Tail was in the middle and the Tawse (I think) was last.

The way the bench and the mirror was lined up, I really could not see what was coming at me. I could only see the crowd that had gathered.  And in what was an incredibly weird event during all of this, one of the would be males who was asking Mistress to serve her was doing a play by play and color commentary.

I am not sure how long all of this went on-I think north of 20 minutes though, and I have the bruises outside my ass to prove it (combined with the fucking I got last night my ass really hurts).  The full arsenal though was unloaded.  And yes, the Rats Tail still hurts like a MoFo.

Mistress is great during this though-she has just the right read of my mood, and knows when I can use a little kiss, or a whisper of encouragement.  One thing I can say, it was incredibly easy to concentrate on Mistress even with a swelling crowd and the chatter going on.

Then out came the whip.  Now I know Mistress has been working on her catwoman throw, and with the audience, I was kind of expecting it–although not necessarily while I was on the spanking bench.  But with her usual skill, the whip began kissing my skin.  Again, I could not see immediately behind me but go abut :40 in on this, and you can see the throw–

Mistress says she did 4 of them–my back has the bruises to prove that.

Then out came the cane. Mistress likes to mark my ass, as a not so gentle reminder of who it belongs to, and a constant reminder to me of her presence in my life.

Again, as the lashes came I could here the gasps of some of the audience-they must have been hard. I know they hurt.  Then came  a newer touch-the rapid fire caning.  Easily 15-20 lashes in rapid fire over a 30-45 second period, focused in a single spot.  That drove me right into the mirror in front of me, but I kept my ass out for Mistress to manipulate.

After a quick drink and snack at the bar and a tour around Paddles we went back into the side room.  There a Domme in training was working on a tranny slaves ass and a couple of other scenes were being played out.  While Mistress was talking to a tranny Top friend of hers, I watched a not-so elegant flogging session and a Mistress kicking her subs balls.

The tranny Top and bottom were an interesting couple, as I like to say the nice thing about the scene is there is room for everyone.

I think things went well, because back at Mistress’ we easily fell naked into one-anothers arms for what was the perfect ending to a great night out.

Thank you Mistress for having me, for putting up with me and for loving me.

Date night with my Mistress

You know how it goes this time of year, right? So much to do, so little time–so easy to get priorities out of whack.

So, it was really important for me to make sure I was able to set up a date night with Mistress this week.

connected, ueber connected and just having fun

so, last night i got a text from my Mistress–and She kind of needed a hug and some company-so we rustled up dinner plans on comparitively short notice (a couple of hours). which given all that is going on around me right now-work and personal is pretty good.  and we did all of that via text message.

now to put in perspective for those who will read this at a later date-last night was also the vice-presidential debate. Without getting too far into it because of what i do for a living, i am directly tied to events surrounding each of the debates as well.  but i think i am good enough at what i do, and connected enough where i can spend quality time with my Mistress and still make sure i am on top of what is going on at the office.

to accomplish this-email on my RIM, text messages and a random old-school phone call (even to my mobile phone).  pretty vanilla stuff so far i know….

so as i am heading home (and missing the debate) i started to follow what was going on via twitter-first on my RIM then on my laptop (gotta love that sprint air card).

then Mistress texts me and tells me She is taking a bath in a nice vanilla bath bomb (i had to ask what this was too). and we started a nice little give and take via text message that if not x-rated certainly got to an r-rating…when i described in as much detail as text messages would allow how i would wash my Mistress in the bath…fingering Her, sucking Her nipples and letting Her sponge cascade across Her body.

yeah–it was kind of a nice distraction from trying to filter the bs commentary on the debate from the actual cool info i was getting via twitter.

the net was–i realized that for work, information and just plain fun–connected is a good thing. its knowing how to use the tools and gather hte information that really helps.