Day: June 9, 2005

Conclusion to my scene with NE…

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And now, to the sordid details. What did I do when I had NE tied securely to my bed? I shouldn’t give it all away. Your imaginations are quite good enough to fill in the blanks.

Still, why not help the imagination along? I’ll share some of the highlights.

…spreading NE’s thighs, seeing her glistening wet from the simple glacial strokes of my fingertips over her skin, broken only by the occasional bite along her neck.

…enjoying the heat of her skin when I moved to fully sit astride her waist, my weight an instant reminder of where she was and whom she was under in every sense of the word.

…the guttural sounds NE made as my knee pressed between her thighs, giving her something to grind against.

…tugging on the chain clipped to each nipple. The sharp gasp when I tugged hard enough to pull it free from first one nipple, then the next. The way she twisted, nipples reddening even further, swollen tips beautiful in their agony.

…the way her skin tasted of vanilla and musk. I took my portion in bites along the back of her legs, along her hips, across the top of her breasts, on her stomach, and against each cheek of her ass. I cleansed my palate with small tender kisses left along her collarbone, only to gorge myself on her deliciously tempting thighs a moment later.

…the way she couldn’t stand by herself after I had untied her and helped her to her feet.

…slowly removing each piece of jewelry but leaving her the slave bracelet as a comfort and reminder for the rest of the day.

Much of the time, after the intense moments of a scene, I will take her out while forcing her to maintain her role as my submissive. I want to give her time to relax back into conscious control and this gives me a chance to test her in a setting that isn’t very conducive to her role as submissive. How well do the lessons linger when there is not a constant reminder of where her place is?

She did quite well for the first few hours, but things began to fall apart for her at the bookstore. I punished her appropriately when we got home (several solid spankings that left her ass red but not too sore) and that was the end of it. I formally ended the scene and we spent an hour or so smoking cloves and enjoying each other’s company.

Only a week later , while outside enjoying the last light of a summer evening, NE asked, “So…when is the next scene?” (keep in mind that we usually have around two formal scenes a year, so they are spaced fairly far apart).

She is such a glutton. A wanton wench.

She should be thankful I am even hungrier then her. The wolf sleeps lightly under my skin.

NE shared an intriguing comment with me tonight. We were considering how women have actual sex together (not just foreplay or teasing). We discussed several of the possibilities and towards the end of the conversation I asked, ‘How would you have sex with SB?’ (SB is a close friend to NE and I and NE has been exploring the boundaries of this friendship over the last couple years – an exploration that had gone to some interesting places, but has yet to cross certain borders).

Bear with me, I am going somewhere with this.

I listened to her answer, which included going down on SB, and then asked, ‘How would you do that? Slide one of her legs over your shoulder?’

No, she replied. That’s something men think of. She leaned over, and said in a soft voice – as if passing on a secret, ‘Women like to be open. Spread and then feasted upon.’

Women like to be open.

In my mind, I’ve equated this openness with vulnerability. When I spread her thighs or tell her to do so, it is to let her know how accessible she is to me. I want her exposed and knowing it. But from her words, I now think there is something more to it then that.

I still think the idea of slipping a leg over the shoulder is erotic (such possibilities to nuzzle the thigh, nip at a calf, feel her heel dig into my upper back). But now I must consider where true consummation is found.