Friday night
My hand is still sore.
At 10, I invited Ms. Holloway to chat. At 10:30, we started chatting. At 11, I told her that I was watching Planet Earth. And told her that she was to come over and watch it with me.
There were logistical issues - a cab ride for her - ice cubes to buy for me - and she was over by midnight. So much for going to sleep early.
A comfortable conversation filled with missing pieces and anecdotes about growing up and learning what each of us needed. A nice walk down memory lane for me, and some interesting data points for both of us.
And then a silence filled the room. A purposeful silence, it seemed. "I was wondering when you were going to tell me to do something or hurt me."
"Go sit on your knees, facing the television, while I go to the bathroom." Silently, she went. "Straight up, don't lean back."
I put a DVD on and walked away. Made myself a drink. Looked over to make sure she was still on her knees. Sat down on the couch behind her and admired my handiwork. And then realized I hadn't really done much in the way of handiwork.
"One important question - marks or no marks?"
"Light marks are fine."
Pulled out some rope. Wrist to wrist, ankle to ankle, ankles to wrists.
Admired my handiwork again. Grabbing a fistful of hair, exposing a vulnerable neck, wondering what to do. We've only just met, but there's a comfort that I'm quite pleased with and what appears to be trust. Sex, or any semblance thereof, isn't on the agenda for the evening, but my self indulgence is. This complicates matters, and makes them interesting.
Slaps on the stomach and back, exploring soft places. Slaps on the inside of the thigh, the outside of the thigh, and then pushing down into a crouch. Considered getting a blindfold, but I'd rather leave room for growth.
Inspiration strikes at the strangest times. Off to the kitchen to get a chopstick. Slaps with a chopstick on the tender soles of the feet. Moans in exchange. This is going well.
Untied, more slapping, and now spanking. Hard spanking on a hard ass. Loud smacks rewarded with high pitched moans. The harder I hit, the happier she seems, and the happier I get. I start to tear loose with the spanking and then remember the light marks admonishion, so I dial it back a bit.
While on her knees, bent at the waist, she put her hands through her legs so they were nearly touching her ankles. Beautiful. So tie those there to keep that position. Harder spanking again, enjoying myself and my company. Not a word has been spoken in an hour.
And then the choking. My fingers snaked around her neck gently at first, tentatively. Eye contact. Five seconds of cutting off her breath. More eye contact. Again for ten. I think, and hope, she's enjoying herself. This is a very welcome development.
We'd set boundaries but no safeword and I was in danger of going beyond the boundaries. Twenty minutes after the choking started, I stopped everything to give her a cooling down period. Held her tightly and we made eye contact and just sat there breathing.
"The choking, I started to black out a little bit. It was like getting high."
"That's the point."
"I liked that."
"Be careful - it's a dangerous thing - it makes everything better, but turns the volume down on everything else when you're not doing it."
More small talk until another silence emerges. It's clear she's waiting for me to do something. Good. Let her wait. More of the same, escalating, harder hitting, culminating in a bout of choking her while slapping exteremly tender flesh for which I am again rewarded with a moan.
Eventually, at 5am, we slow to nothing. I am alternately hyperactive, energized, and exhausted, and she looks happy and expectant.
"I think that's all for tonight. I'd like to do this again sometime."
She agreed.
"I'm here for you, you know where I live and how to find me."
I didn't want the night to end, so I suggested breakfast at a nearby diner. We talked about nothing in particular, reminiscing about the few old times we'd had, when she told me that I could order for her.
"Mushroom omlette for her, sausage omlette for me."
She looked pleased. When our food arrived, I casually mentioned that she should "only eat half of that."
"The eggs, or the eggs and hash browns?"
"The whole thing. Only eat half." And then back to conversation.
Eventually, as with all good things, the night had to come to an end. The sun was up, I had a meeting at 11, and she had things to do today. I sent her home with a standing open invitation.
Comments
Ah, my eyes decieve me no more.
Posted by: fo4 | August 11, 2007 9:19 PM
Ahhh...there it is.
Posted by: Rob | August 11, 2007 9:50 PM
oh my... I'm a bit dizzy...
Posted by: Bad Bad Girl | August 13, 2007 8:43 PM
*Whimper*
You make me want to be spanked. Or flogged. As in, now.
And here I is, all alone.
Shit.
Posted by: Juno Henry | August 13, 2007 11:03 PM
Thank you, ladies. High praise.
fo4 and Rob, yes, here it is.
Welcome to all of the Sex Carnival and Fleshbot readers, too. Feel free to put your .02 in, comments are encouraged around here.
Posted by: Bad Man | August 15, 2007 8:34 PM
Goodness - that was one hell of a post! Breath-play is a big turn-on for me, but a scary one. Interesting to read about someone else doing it and getting off on it.
xx Dee
Posted by: Curvaceous Dee | August 18, 2007 3:18 PM