Business as usual

Another weekend, another session.  Six weeks apart meant that I was (quite literally) climbing the walls.  Mentally I was more than ready for her arrival.  P admitted she was quite nervous before her visit.  We talked about this, even I was a little nervous.  It had been a while since we'd last had a proper session.  We needed to reconnect as D/s, I needed to reclaim her.  I emailed P her regular visit instructions which help her to focus, get back into the mind set.

On Friday, it was all about being together again as human beings.  How much I had missed her scent, her touch.  Just holding her in my arms was enough to bring light and love to my soul.  I did check she had followed my no panty rule and was rewarded with being able to feel her smooth skin through her cotton skirt as I rubbed her bum.  Yummy.  I did press her into service later in the evening.  I love foot massages and she loves to give them to me.  So I watched her massage warm oils into my feet and ankles, relaxing me as her fingers pressed in the right places.  Then she applied soothing moisturiser to make my skin smooth and silky.  Later she gave me a head massage.  Something I also adore.  Very relaxing and de-stressing.

On Saturday we went shopping.  Again it was more of a chance for us to be together, walk with fingers entwined, share time and space together.  The simple things are the sweetest.  Having lunch, browsing shops.  I was treated to a new bullet vibrator.   A bright pink one.  Yummy yummy!  All the time I would give her sly looks, looks she knew only too well.  A twinkle in my eyes, a wry smile.  The smile of knowing.  A hand down her back, a brief caress of her bum to let her know what was to come.  And inside I was nervous, excited, filled with anticipation.

Back home we chilled for a while together sipping tea.  I smoked.  I checked the time.  I always allow P 15-20 minutes to change and prepare.  I gave her warning of the time I wanted her to be ready and come to my chamber.  Now the butterflies take hold for both of us.  I prepared my chamber, changed my clothes, made sure all was perfect.  My way of mental preparation.  Getting into the blessed zone.  A zone which had been sleeping for a while.  But as I sat and waited on my bed, I was very much back in that zone.  I knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, what P needed.  At the appointed time, there was a knock at my door.  I bade her to enter.

She came to me, dropped to her knees.  She kissed my hand as is the protocol.  And so it began.  Touching, stroking, teasing. This time I undressed her, slowing unbuttoning, unzipping, removing, revealing.  Time to inspect.  A chance to be intimate with my hussy before drawing her across my lap, trapping her legs between mine to keep her still.  I spank, warming up her pale skin, watching the skin turn red.  I switched from using my hand - pure skin on skin to a slipper.  P mewed and bucked on occasion when I hit a sweet or tender spot.  She wriggled across my lap.  Mentally and physically she is now attuned to spanking, it makes her pussy wet, she gets excited.  Even when I picked up the dreaded hair brush.  It is more intense, and once it connected with her already tender skin, P was really mewing and writhing.  But her body betrays everything.  I teased her over this and her silence confirmed her answer.

I bade her to stand.  Time for nipple play.  Something I love.  She stood quite still while I removed her bra, her last item of clothing.  Her large, firm breasts beckoned.  I fondled them first, got them and her aroused.  Then I applied my favourite nipple clamps. They are pink and have a bell on the end.  So when she jigs up and down, she tinkles.  The pincers are long and envelop the nipple, squashing it exquisitely.  When they were secured, I slapped her breasts, squeezed them, roughed them up making the bells sound.  I watched her reaction, her sharp intake of breath as the clamps bit home.  I love being able to control her in this way.  I know her limits and like to push them just a little bit more each time.  So I watch for when the signs are visible, the nipples getting angry, heavier breathing, sometimes a mew or a moan.  As I do so, I make her tell me she's a hussy and a slut, my hussy and slut.  Hussys love this, sluts love this.  P has trouble saying these words and I want her to say them out loud.  Repeat them like a mantra.  To reaffirm what she is and accept it.  To know what her submissive soul is.  A true hussy and true slut.  I keep going for longer than usual until I decide to go to the next stage.

I remove the nipple clamps.  The rush of blood to the nipples gives P the all too familiar pain/pleasure sensation.  Time to complete the reconnection.  She lays on her back on the bed and I put on my favourite latex gloves.  I get out the anal toys.  I know how much the snap of the latex glove on my hand sends her into overdrive.  Lube, glove, fingers.  I reclaim her properly.  From fingers to plugs.  Small then medium.  I twist, thrust, push and pull - using her anus how I want it.  The last plug to be used is penis shaped and about the same size as the middle smooth plug.  It also stays in.  P is still on her back, clasping her knees up to her chest.  Fully exposed for my pleasure.  I quickly insert the new plug.  Playing with this one gives different sensations.  It fills her in a different way with its curves and ripples.  It also stays in place without help.  I use this opportunity to spank her while she is plugged.  Yummy.  She reacted totally to the spanking.  I used the hair brush over her tightened, still sore skin and watched her yelp and gasp.  Her body bucked on the bed as I spanked and continued to use the plug until I knew the time to remove it.

Afterwards I cleared the anal toys away.  She drank some water and began to shake.  The emotion of the play was surfacing.  It does if there has been some intense play.  I cuddled her, stroked her hair and soothed her.  Aftercare is important and helps to make our bond stronger, show her how much I care.  I take the opportunity to ask P what she would like to do to me that would make me happy.  Something she enjoys doing.  I wanted to give her a chance to enjoy the last part of our session as much as me.  Without hesitation she replied that she loved to worship me.  Which instantly makes me wet.  P doesn't need to be told twice.  I let her worship me starting at my breasts before she works her way down.  The first time her lips touch my pussy, I buck and writhe as I am already aroused after our session.  I grab her hair and push her head where I want it, where I need it.  She loves to be used in this way.  Her dream is to make me cum with oral and though mostly I enjoy it, only once or twice has it ever been more than that.  Once in the shower and when I went to stay with her in March it was particularly good.  Last Saturday was the best yet in terms of arousal.  Her technique has improved but also my body is clearly reacting more to the stimulation.  Eventually P had to concede that the bullet would be the only way for me to gain blessed relief.  She dutifully gave me her bullet and I bade her to lay in my arms while I set the vibrator to work.  My orgasm was hard and wonderful.  And even more wonderful was curling up with P afterwards, both of us glowing from the excitement, adrenalin and sheer euphoria of session.  And when we're like that, that's when we're as close as two people can be.

My Hussy is back

I received a text this morning from P saying she had arrived back in the UK and was going back to her home.  Never has my heart been so full of joy.  And the countdown is already on.  Five sleeps until she is with me again.  Five sleeps until she will be with me again, to do with as I please.  I am already making plans and it makes my juices flow and dominant soul sing.  Her visit will end our six weeks apart which have felt longer and harder than any of our other separations.  Time and distance has played their part in this.  Now she is home and I feel the urges rise again.  Those wonderful, sweet urges of adrenalin, excitement and anticipation of things to come.  Though our time together will be short, just a weekend, I want to remember, feel and live every second.  Feel every part of her as she lays across my lap, so I can spank her lovely white bum.  Feel her squirm, wriggle and mew through her panty gag, something I love to do to her.  Watch the white skin glow from pink to red.  And play with her to my hearts content.  All these things I want to do, and I can't wait.

Text Porn

As you are aware, P is away on holiday - Dubai - visiting her family.  She sent me a text to say she was on the beach, soaking up the sun.  Then I received another text, a photo this time of a lovely palm tree set against clear blue sky.  This was her view of the world today.

My view of the world was my garden as I was mowing the lawn, also taking advantage of the lovely sunny weather we are having in the UK at the moment.  It was whilst doing that, an idea came to mind.  After doing the gardening, I went inside to take a shower.  Beforehand, I replied with my own photo taken on my mobile.  A different kind of hedge, just to remind my hussy of what she was missing.  Something intimate yet pornographic.  My wonderful neatly trimmed triangle with just a peak of heaven.  She'll be with me again in two weeks time and I am already plotting and planning for her weekend visit.  I just want to tie her up, gag her and spank her until she moans for mercy.  I want to turn her pale white bottom rosy red with the hairbrush.

I just wish I could have seen the look on her face when she looked at the photo I sent her...

I'm only human

Yep even dominants are human. My hussy has gone away for 2 weeks. She's visiting family abroad for the Easter holidays. I'm not jealous or envious. Well just a tad because she's somewhere sunny and hot and I'm here in the UK, though today has been quite sunny minus the heat! But because of the time difference, the level of communication between us will be very limited. When I'm working, I don't get home until the evening and she will be getting ready for bed. I hope the weekends might be better as I can get online earlier and she can stay up a bit later.

But it doesn't stop me missing her, badly. Primarily as my lover and friend, always there whether we talk to each other or not. I know she's there. Now she's not. She's far away. I know it's only 2 weeks, but right now it seems an eternity. My heart aches and I feel an emptiness inside. In our D/s I'm the strong one, the dominant one who controls. Derives my excitement from her submission. In our RL relationship, we are equals and sometimes I relinquish responsibility. All I crave are hugs, kisses and cuddles and surprisingly reassurance. Having had bad relationships in the past, I am inherently insecure with personal relationships always looking for the ending before getting past the start line. My hussy is the first person to have the patience to open my heart and love me in so many ways and on so many levels. I love her and I'm in love with her. To me she's a wonderful woman with a heart of gold and the patience of a saint. She's put up with my mood swings, tears, pangs of jealousy, crisis of conscience, insecurities and so much more over the last couple of years. But in many ways she has shown me that I can love and be loved in return without the fear it will all turn to sand and trickle through my fingers.

I've always been open and honest. I warned my hussy not to expect too much from me in our RL relationship, but she has been patient and persevered in her belief that I could open up to her. I have and sometimes I am frightened she will find someone else especially as she is younger than me. But her faith is unshakable and I have learned to accept what we have now is more important than any unfounded paranoia. So after all my ramblings I suppose I wanted to show how a dominant person such as myself is human, has feelings, and misses her hussy so much. I will miss her every day. She has a part of me with her as I sent her some cards to open over the next two weeks. I'm just a hopeless romantic! And I know she is planning to come down to see me a few days after she gets back. I shall be waiting with open arms and an open heart.

Equilibrium

There are times when despite the opportunity, things don't always go according to plan.  Or maybe it was never meant to be that way in the first place.  Which is what happened to us a couple of weekends ago.  I drove up to visit P for one of our weekends together.  I was full of anticipation and the car contained my usual array of clothes, lingerie and toy box - well more like a holdall.  Domestic life had been incredibly busy for me in the run up to the weekend, so much so that it wasn't until the day before that I allowed myself to get excited about the visit.  Normally I plan for any visit in advance.  Get a schedule in my mind of what to do and when to do it.  With only 48 hours to utilise, I always have more to do than hours available.  But that doesn't normally stop me.  So I had a rough plan wanting to ensure the right mix of D/s and "us" time.

Once I arrived at P's house, I had time to unpack, have lunch and take a bath before she arrived home from work.  I text her asking her to come straight upstairs.  She didn't know in what context the message was sent.  So it was my pleasure to greet her laying on her lovely double bed, in my sexy lingerie that she had bought for me, covered with scented rose petals.  I am a hopeless romantic.  And there is something decadent about making love at 4 o'clock in the afternoon.  Post orgasm, lying together, arms and legs entwined is always a special place to be in body and spirit.

I think this set the tone for the rest of the weekend.  Mentally I relaxed and found the desire to dominate subside.  I just wanted to enjoy the time we had together as friends and lovers.  We had a lovely day out on the Saturday exploring the nearby countryside, having lunch, walking and enjoying the scenery.  At home, I was content to just be.  Even though P did her usual foot ritual with a lovely massage and pedicure including painting my toenails.  When I had a bath, we talked and kissed and were tender with each other.  Formality was set aside.

On Sunday I had what is becoming my usual photo session.  We always enjoy them for the obvious reasons.  I am just waiting for P to finish editing before she sends them.  Then I can share some of them on FetLife.  Leaving as always is a bitter pill.  Especially as this time it will be six weeks before we meet again.  She is going abroad over the Easter holidays for two weeks to visit family.  With the time difference, there will be little time to communicate properly via MSN or Skype.  It will probably be emails and texts.  But at least it will be communication.

So despite my initial plan, our weekend was tame in D/s terms.  And that wasn't a bad thing.  When P stayed with me for a week at the end of February, we had three rather intense sessions.  I haven't written about them, not because there is anything to hide but because the blog doesn't have to be about every session.  It is more about the journey though the details help to relay that journey.  And I enjoy writing the details.  But obviously we needed balance, a chance to be ourselves without any pressures of performing.  Sometimes I know I put pressure on myself to be her Lady, to be dominant, to be all things for the short space of time we're together.  P has tried to stop me doing this.  It's important for it to be relaxed and natural.  As natural as breathing that I dominate and she submits.  It could be that as our last time was so intense, we needed to step back and breathe together in a different way.  To lay on her bed, waiting, feeling the coil in my tummy, my pussy pulse and throb with excitement, longing for her touch upon my skin was the tonic I needed.  I know now it was the tonic we both needed.

When we next meet, when she drives down to me, I know she will be full of the same anticipation for both aspects of our relationship.  Next time, there will be the tingle of tension for both of us.  The sort that makes you spine shiver and your stomach flip.  Next time will be different again.  And the absence will only add to it.  Balance in all things.

Two Years

730 days or 63,072,000 seconds or 1,051,200 minutes or 17,520 hours or 104 weeks since you first came to stay for a weekend.  A weekend that was the beginning of this journey we have taken together.  A journey that has changed my life completely.

Thank you for everything we have shared, the ups and downs, the tears and laughter, pain and love.  Your trust in me is precious, the gift of your submission wonderful and special, your love for me as your dominant and your equal takes my breath away.  You have become a part of my life and my world and I can not imagine my life and my world without you.

Although today we are apart, our hearts are entwined and the bond between us grows ever stronger.  My precious girl, my darling hussy.  I cherish every second, and keep the memories within me forever.

Handiwork

P has a fixation with my hands.  Mainly because ever since our first session together, my hands are the first thing she sees.  I offer her my right hand to be formally kissed.  Her lips are allowed to touch the back of my hand.  My hands are the centre of her world when we are together.  I have one vice, I smoke.  P loves to see me roll a cigarette, the way my fingers place the tobacco in the rolling machine, turn and twist, then the paper, turn and twist, lick the paper edge, turn and twist, release the cigarette.  She watches me make up small batches for my tin whenever she stays or I am with her.  Her eyes sparkle and dance as she watches.  She seems almost hypnotised.

She loves my nails whether they are painted or not.  I like my nails to have a length.  I look after them.  I smooth and buff them, file them carefully.  I love to paint them with bright colours, mainly dark pinks, purples, dark reds, maroons though during the summer I will be more daring with blues especially on my toenails.  I prefer to paint my own fingernails however, I love to watch my hussy paint my toenails.  It's all part of my essential maintenance and something that I use as part of her servitude to me.  I know that it is something she enjoys.  When I first instructed her to do this, P was clearly nervous but now I do it in a less formalised atmosphere and she knows what is expected of her.  She views it as an honour and a privilege to serve me and loves to pamper me.  And I love being pampered.

Whenever we are together, she knows she will be expected to perform hand massages and foot pedicures.  But with my hands it goes much further than just admiring them.  From the beginning, I've used my hands as objects of pleasure and pain.  I stroke my hussy, stroke her hair, her body especially over her breasts and back.  I use my fingers.  I pinch and play with her nipples, tickle her many sensitive areas.  I use my hands to excite and arouse, play with my hussy any way I want to.  Then I switch tack.  I use my hand to smack her bottom.  I watch as her skin turns from white to rosy pink and then to red.  I scrape my nails over her sensitive red skin making her jump.  I slip my hands between her thighs and feel how wet she is.  I have trained her to like being spanked, how it arouses her, makes her wet.  Make her beg for more.  Know she is embarrassed to ask for more.  I marvel at the hand prints I leave behind.  Sometimes I pinch her sweet spot while spanking to add new dimensions.  I use my fingers to train her anally, probing and stretching, inserting her butt plugs, twisting and pulling.  I have spanked her while wearing a butt plug giving her a new set of feelings.  I like to try out new ways and surprise her.  I have used wax and ice on her body, seen her react, draw sharp breath, mew and moan.

I have photographed my handiwork, when I feel the time is right I may post some of them here or on FL.  She knows this will happen one day.  My hands also hold implements that I use on her.  Nipple clamps that I apply, crop, flogger, ruler and hair brush.  She knows my hands control her as much as my words.  Yet she finds them irresistible whether they are used for my pleasure, her pleasure or her pain.  But always she loves the contact of my hands on her body.  She misses and mourns them when we are apart.  She can visualise every centimetre of them from my wrists to my fingernails.  My rings, my nails, how they feel, their touch on her skin, whether the touches are soft or hard.  She has watched me bathe, use my hands to scrub, shave, cleanse.  Even when I simply do the washing up, she sees my hands as something beautiful.  My handiwork is many things, many layers, applications and sensations.  During aftercare I use my hands to soothe and comfort, caress and love.  Let her know she is safe.  Most of all, whatever side of our relationship, my handiwork is loved.