Pages

Friday, August 10, 2012

Glass Slipper


There is never enough time.

The long embrace we shared as we began our time together was evidence towards the fact that we seem to fit together in so many ways. We kept our chatting to a minimum as we both were eager to fill every moment together making up for the time apart. As I stretched across his lap, I couldn't help but bury my head into his left arm, craving an even deeper intimacy while being spanked over the thin fabric of my dress. He took my cue and held me close, taking pause to stroke my hair and kiss the top of my head. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as if to inhale the very essence that makes my heart pump. He lets out a small groan as he unveils my bottom to himself for the first time in a long time and confirms that I shopped well. The black lace was left on my bottom longer than usual, but it wasn't long until he slowly peeled them down. I involuntarily raised my hips, making myself an active participant in granting him access to my seemingly revirginized bottom. I was home.

During my time away I often knelt with my hands behind my back before my shower, meditating on thoughts of submission to my Sir. We recreated the scene, but this time with a cameo made by the cane. He knelt next to me, one hand on my rib cage as if to steady me and caning me gently with the other. My hands were tied behind my back, secured with a silk tie. The sting was every bit as delicious as I remember it being. I couldn't help but collapse my head to the high cushion in front of me. I laid there, with my bottom pointing stright towards the heavens, waiting for the lightning to strike. The sting illustrated just how exposed I was, as I felt parts of me that had never met the cane. The introduction was intense. The tender skin cried out. A storm of quick strokes struck before he instructed me to straighten my body. I did so and was met with the cool breeze of a flogger as it struck my chest. I turned my head from unknown feelings of embarrassment as he continued to lightly whip my body, circling me until he found my back. The rhythm of the flogger increased in speed as it worked its way to my bottom. It served well to prep my bottom for more cane strokes.

He held me, whispering the translated beauty that he left on my bottom into my ears. I stroked his hair as I soaked up the pleasures of the moment. Nothing had changed, and in fact, we found a new level of comfort.

Over lunch we had a wonderful discussion on our perspectives. Both of us observed and wondered if maybe we met too early. Perhaps I wouldn't be so eager to test boundaries had I explored my kink independently. As of now, I have a growing list of things I'd like to do when all this goes South. But am I just waiting for that to happen so I can? Will I find a way to guarantee that? I'm so happy where I am...where we are. I am looking forward to new discoveries between us and finding where all this will take us. I fear in trying to develop other relationships I will only be attempting to recreate the comfort and security I have now and will be putting those very precious qualities into jeopardy by doing so. It's like putting on a favorite pair of shoes, and when I slip this particular pair onto my feet they seem to fit perfectly. Knowing that my carriage can turn into a pumpkin at any moment I'm left wondering when this fairy tale will shatter, even through the beauty of the glass.








8 comments:

  1. Oh babygirl. How you think and how you write. I have no words. So shouldn't be commenting. Oh oh oh how you mess me up.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Emen,

    I always appreciate your thoughtful comments... so thank you. Destroying you is not my goal, so let me know how I can piece you together. :)

    xo,
    SC

    ReplyDelete
  3. Sweet SC -- how I wish I could tell you that fairy tales don't shatter, but we both know that they sometimes do. Love and joy do not come with insurance policies. The height of our joy is often the depth of our despair, and vice versa.

    So I share this with you -- now is now. What you have now is so lovely. Relish it, appreciate it, revel in it. And don't think about what could happen. Whatever is in the future is going to come to pass; thinking about it now just keeps you from being fully in the moment with your bliss.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Erica,
      The very extremes of my emotional spectrum have yet to be tested, but I have had a good preview of the tolls my little heart will take. Being fully in the moment seems easy to do behind closed doors....and as your advice would dictate, I need to stop overanalyzing and savor the moment in the real world.

      xo,
      SC

      Delete
  4. Sounds as if you got out of it exactly what you were wanting. Try not to think of what 'could' happen and just enjoy what it is. Easier said than done lol I know.

    Dee x

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Dee,

      It was very much what I was looking forward to, but it's never enough time! I have to remember I can't control the future, so Que Sera Sera!

      xo,
      SC

      Delete
  5. I keep saying this to people, but it's still true - worrying is just suffering in advance. Don't. :)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I need to have this tattooed somewhere! So true! It's so logical, but I'm guessing me and hundreds of other control freaks will have a hard time following through!

      xo,
      SC

      Delete