What a wonderful weekend.
The weekend was long, but a good long. We spent the weekend talking through things that had been bothering us both lately, developing a good relationship in the place of a mediocre one. We also both came to the realization that D/s is more than just a passing fancy for us. It's more than something we do every once in awhile. It's a part of our lives, for better or for worse, and we're beginning to treat it more like a blessing than a curse these days.
I spent a lot of the weekend over his knee. Old habits die hard, destructive ones die even harder... but I learned quickly. I'm picking up on his likes and dislikes; I'm coming to love his sadistic side. Being spanked hurt, but it also taught me the proper way to behave and the proper way to answer questions/address him. As much as the word "Sir" disagrees with me, it's essential to our D/s relationship. He is simply Sir, I am simply his girl. It's how the world works.
I'm becoming a good slave, the slave I always wanted to and knew I could be. Too many things stood between me and being able to acquiesce properly, those things are beginning to dissolve away. Things seem more natural now - the conversations, the protocol, our relationship ... I feel more like I'm fitting in with him (like we fit in the beginning) and less like we're a shadow of what we could be. I love it when things fall into place.
I'll leave you with this...
My hands gripped the headboard, I had been ordered not to remove them under threat of punishment. He took his time licking and nipping at my breasts, my nipples standing at attention to his dominant demands. I cried, I whimpered, I moaned, I got more and more wet. So wet, in fact, that he slid into me with ease. As he fucked me, my hands still holding tight to the headboard, I came over and over again. The pain, the attention to orders, the intimacy, the trust... this is what I've been missing. It's not just the sex. I could never have sex like this with anyone I didn't have a mental connection with. It's the implicit understanding behind the sex - love, respect, trust, devotion. It feels nice to have all of those things. It feels even better with him. And I haven't removed my collar yet.
I spent a lot of the weekend over his knee. Old habits die hard, destructive ones die even harder... but I learned quickly. I'm picking up on his likes and dislikes; I'm coming to love his sadistic side. Being spanked hurt, but it also taught me the proper way to behave and the proper way to answer questions/address him. As much as the word "Sir" disagrees with me, it's essential to our D/s relationship. He is simply Sir, I am simply his girl. It's how the world works.
I'm becoming a good slave, the slave I always wanted to and knew I could be. Too many things stood between me and being able to acquiesce properly, those things are beginning to dissolve away. Things seem more natural now - the conversations, the protocol, our relationship ... I feel more like I'm fitting in with him (like we fit in the beginning) and less like we're a shadow of what we could be. I love it when things fall into place.
I'll leave you with this...
My hands gripped the headboard, I had been ordered not to remove them under threat of punishment. He took his time licking and nipping at my breasts, my nipples standing at attention to his dominant demands. I cried, I whimpered, I moaned, I got more and more wet. So wet, in fact, that he slid into me with ease. As he fucked me, my hands still holding tight to the headboard, I came over and over again. The pain, the attention to orders, the intimacy, the trust... this is what I've been missing. It's not just the sex. I could never have sex like this with anyone I didn't have a mental connection with. It's the implicit understanding behind the sex - love, respect, trust, devotion. It feels nice to have all of those things. It feels even better with him. And I haven't removed my collar yet.
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Monday, June 27, 2005.
