I got so carried away actually having a good weekend I forgot to wish you one! Meredith and I exchanged presents today. Her big one was the corset from a couple weeks ago but I also picked up a new dildo and a little paddle to have fun with. Her big gift for me is a nice suede flogger but she also got me a pair of pornaments for my kinky tree. I love them. Hope you’ve gotten your shopping done ( just finished mine today) and that you have a good weekend.
You will read this entry from Thursday’s Child. You will do so at work before your go to your massage appointment. You will keep the entry in mind while her hands move over you. I want her to smell your wetness. When you’re finished head straight home. Don’t even go back to your room. I want you pants off and masturbating for me as soon as the door closes. When you finish, take a photo of your abused cunt and send it to me.
Clear?
Something about reading smut gets me wet.
Taking the last 20 minutes of my work hours yesterday afternoon, I read the blog Sir sent me as an assignment. Turning over the words as I drove to my massage appointment. Thinking of how much I missed Sir. Missed him inside me, tugging at me, whispering to me. I could feel myself getting wet.
Laying face down, naked on the massage table, I let my therapist do her worst on me. Kneading deep into my shoulders and lower back. Thinking of Sir. Deeper she massaged still. The deeper the pain the more relaxed I became, the more my mind wandered … the more I needed to feel him. The more I needed to feel myself.
I was in no rush to get home, I knew this high would last. I knew the moment my hands found my wet clit I would be coming instantly. I wanted to make this long and slow. Really enjoy the moment. The anticipation followed by sweet release.
Shutting the front door, dropping my purse to the floor I began to rub myself through my pants. Kicking off shoes and unbuttoning my coat, dropping down my jeans. I backed myself into the corner between the door and the wall. Rubbing at my pussy, feeling the wet, the heat. Sliding down the wall. Pants and panties clinging to my ankles, one hand scratching at the wall.
I came. Quietly. Slightly panting I whispered “Thank you Sir.”
It’s been a little quite around here, and I apologize for that. A lot of it a lack of Daily Thoughts. Put simply, I ran out of ideas. The limitations of developing a compelling idea without having it spin out into a full story or repeat through half a dozen themes just wore down on me and what began as an impromptu text to my Sweetness evolved into a drudge that often distracted from my job. It couldn’t subsist in that form. I’m not sure what it’s going to evolve into, but random sexy stories are not gone forever, so stay tuned.
Part of that is that Mer has been lax in her posting duties. Not without reason, mind you, but even so that should be ammended to shortly.
But most of it is due to my own headspace I think. I haven’t been feeling particularly sexual for a couple weeks, more specifically I haven’t been feeling particularly dominant. A fact that has led me to experiment less at home, write less during the day and abuse my lover less at night. And I think it mostly has to do with a lack of confidence.
Confidence is a delicate thing for a budding dominant. It’s the one thing that most defines the dominant mindset but it’s also the one thing that I can’t help but be aware of in myself. I’m new. I’m learning. And I can’t speak to the experience of others but for me a sense of accomplishment and proficency is what fuels my confidence. If I experiment with something new and it ends poorly it’s a real hit to my phyche and makes me hesitate before trying new things in the future. If I start a scene but can’t really fall into a good rhythm or don’t get the results that I want I find myself scrabbling mentally for potential ways to salvage the session. Usually it comes together to a satisfactory end, occasionally it really hasn’t. In either case, however, I leave the situation mentally dimished.
Now I know it’s a process. I know that even unsuccessful scenes have lessons embedded in them and that every time I tie a knot or buckle a cuff or deliver a blow I’m learning and experiencing and growing as a Dom. But I can know that without feeling that. And feeling that sense of disappointment leads me down a cycle where I’m less likely to want to put myself out there at all.
But something’s changed. All I can say for sure has happened is time has passed, but the past few days I’ve been feeling much better about myself. Mer and I have been occupying our roles more during the day and I have her her first long distance assignment in weeks two nights ago. I won’t go so far as to say that I’ve resolved the matter in my mind, but I’m feeling a lot better and that’s not nothing.
I keep forgetting to post this, but it’s a pretty amazing contest and you should totally head over to FetLife and sign up. All it requires is an account and chances are good that you have one already.
So after you’ve got an account and you’re all logged in it’s time to tell Santa what you want. Santa’s got over 2oo presents he’s going to give away and you get to choose what you get. You select your top three choices and if you’re a winner you get one of them. Nice because even if someone else has taken your number 1 pick you still get something you want.
So head on over to FetLife and sign up for this awesome contest.
Meredith is on the road right now whereupon her arrival we’re heading to an all-night BDSM play party at the center. I’m honestly a little nervous as I’m such a newcomer on the scene compared to some other players, but I’m sure we’re going to have a good time. Plus it comes with a gourmet breakfast! So, until next week, have a good weekend.
Or at least it will be if I have anything to say about it. Submitted for your approval: The Corset.
Apologies for the image quality. It’s a cell phone picture from a dark lounge so it took a bit of work in software to make it visible. The next will be of higher quality. Scout’s honor.
Another exciting weekend here in rainy freezing Seattle. Saturday was the Center’s annual vendor fair so we headed downtown to check out the wares. Half of it was kink: paddles, floggers, even some medical equipment if you’re into that sort of thing; while the other half was all steampunk stuff. And it was this half of the fair that presented our one and only purchase: a beautiful purple silk with gold brocade corset that highlights Mer’s assets oh so well. I hesitate to say exactly how much it was, but if you head on over to the site of the gentleman who made and sized and sold it you’ll have a decent idea. At any rate, whatever the price it was worth it. This piece of clothing will last for years with it’s thick fabric and flat steel boning. Believe me, I will have photos up as soon as we pose for them.
After the fair we had a few hours to kill and so we opted to skip the afternoon discussion group and go out for drinks and a movie. The movie was New Moon, I indulge my Sweetness from time to time, but to avoid the squee crowds we went to the 21 only theater downtown. Nothing improves cardboard acting quite like a well mixed cocktail. Meredith got even more compliments as we were leaving and even had one of the theater attendants ask where she could get one just like it. Fortunately we had an extra card to hand her.
Movie finished and back to the Center for the play party. This being our first play party we sat and watched the proceedings, running my hand through Mer’s wavy hair while we observed suspensions and whippings and spankings galore. More compliments came, one in the form of an invitation to a threesome (thankyou, but no) and eventually our flogging master from last week arrived bag in hand. He came straight over to us and invited us to be his first scene for the evening. The first part was actually to be less of a scene and more of a lesson. He and I took turns flogging Meredith with various styles to elicit various reactions. He showed me how to snip the tips of the tresses right across the surface of her back and then how to thud the entire length of the leather all at once. He forced me to strengthen my non-dominant arm and taught me where to aim and what to avoid. It was a very good lesson and both teacher and target seemed pleased at my grasp of the material. Once my forearms began to burn I sat down and he took over in earnest. He worked her over for another good while with floggers and whips and just about every piece of kit he had on him. And it showed. This photo below was taken after we got home that night and her back had a few hours to rest.
The next afternoon was all lazing around the apartment with the occasional break for some sex but Sunday evening the adventures continues when Meredith had her first coffee date with Kellie. It went well and the girls will be seeing each other again before long, but that’s not my story to tell so I’ll just leave it with the fact that Miss Kellie is very cute her own self. I hope she stays around for a while if for no other reason than Mer gets really excited whenever they talk.
My Meredith is so thoughtful. I’m having a sleepy afternoon at work so she sends me little pick up ups to my email. And I’m so thoughtful I share with the rest of you. Happy Monday!
Mer and I didn’t get to see each other at all this week but today we have a solid 15 hours of interesting programming to attend at the Center so we’ll have plenty of time to reconnect. The master flogger from last Sunday will be there to play with tonight and if all goes according to plan little Mer will be going on a first date with another woman tomorrow.
Needless to say next week will be filled with more tales of adventure. Until then, Have a Good Weekend.
Sir Greyson
Mer Bound Tight
