Is there something you would never be able to give up, perhaps a vice you have? I think for many habits like smoking are tough to break. The experts say you can break a habit in two weeks – yeah right. What if you’re giving up certain aspects of your behavior, ones you’ve had instilled in you perhaps your entire life. Would that be tough to do? I know for a lot of submissives, giving away what they perceive to be as needed aspects of control is almost an insurmountable task. They fight within themselves to allow their Dom’s to control some of the simplest things is gut wrenching and often they have no clue what that they’re pushing hard against the machine.
I have troubles, although my hold back isn’t coming consciously. I think our natural instinct kicks in at times and we fight what we don’t know and what we’re afraid of. Some of my problem is that separating vanilla or real life from the D/s one collides. I’ve asked John Patrick to work with me on a future blog about this very topic. I think hearing his point of view on this would be beneficial. I’ll just touch on it today and say that I realize I’m still a woman inside, one who values all levels of a relationship, and it’s tough to separate every once in awhile. That’s part of giving up control for me as well. It’s part of trusting John Patrick completely. Yes, we struggle like any other couple does.
We were talking yesterday about certain aspects of the kink portion of D/s. Yes my Sir has a penchant for rope. Bondage is a learned art in BDSM and something he’s VERY interested in – especially with rope. He has certain restraints in his goody bag of implements, but learning about the correct methods of tying a submissive takes education. We were teasing about a type of game we heard about on Fet Life (and you bet a story is coming out of this one) where people are required to go into a Home Depot and buy certain things they will be required to use in a play session.
He and I have always commented that going into a Lowes or Home Depot together would be a very frisky and different adventure than a vanilla couple. I’m thinking ropes, chains, clamps – you get the picture. Try and imagine when we had to ask for help and John Patrick tried out the length of chain on me. Yeah, can you see the poor store clerk’s face? I can. And YES, we would do this. Just like we had lunch one day (he told me afterwards) that a table near us was enjoying listening in on our conversation about spanking implements. Okay, we’re a bit on the wicked side.
Yes, I’m in a teasing mode today but the truth is we both take bondage very seriously. You have to completely trust someone to be in his or her full control this way. And I do. This is a serious round of power exchange and something that takes time and patience to fully embrace. This is just another step in our journey and one I am very much looking forward to, but… Again, not to be taken lightly. John Patrick is a planner and he takes every detail, making them very important. I have no fears or worries of any kind. I think the freedom this will give me will be amazing. It’s Easter so I’ll get back to the story. Still, a little kink on a holiday never hurt anyone – ya know?
Christopher wasn’t entirely certain what to expect when he walked into her home, her gleaming kitchen. All afternoon his anticipation of seeing her, being with her had kept him from his allotted duties. Even his assistant had commented his mind was elsewhere. For once he didn’t mind a bit being sidetracked. Just after four he’d left the office and headed for a bar. Somewhere along the way he was sidetracked, taking a detour to the local Home Depot. He hadn’t been in a Home Depot in over a year. There had been no need.
He chuckled as he held out the rope he’d purchased. Seeing the face of the store clerk, who made the mistake of asking Chris what he was purchasing this particular type of rope for, was priceless. The mixture of shock and horror was quite pleasing. Perhaps he was a sadist. “You truly look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you, Sir. I prepared everything as required,” Genevieve said quietly, her eyes shifting down to the bondage material in his hands. “Have you been shopping?”
“Nothing but the best for my girl.” He realized the laugh was much needed and he could feel his tension easing. She always had a calming effect on him, a moment of pure peace in a sea of bullshit. Dropping his things, he moved toward her. “Did you forget your required greeting already, my dearest?”
She jerked her head up, her lower lip quivering. “No sir. Well, maybe yes sir. Ugh.” Very slowly she leaned over at the waist, lifting the hem of her teddy. A slight moan escaped her lips as she spread her legs and reached her arms back.
He walked closer, every move deliberate, as he surveyed the objects on the table. A smile curled in the corner of his mouth. For some reason he could tell a difference within her, as if she was ready to let go of the last snippet of control. His submissive g, a pet name he’d coined in the beginning, continued to have her ways of usurping her authority with him. There was no method of breaking this down, only time and complete trust would allow her the freedom of unleashing old wounds. This he very much respected. “Open those lovely ass cheeks of yours.” As soon as he issued the command he could hear the single grunt.
“Yes sir. I, um…”
“Yes?” He could already tell what she’d forgotten. As he moved behind her, he could hear her breathing change, becoming scattered. He pressed down on her back, his fingers drumming against her skin. “Genevieve.”
“Yes sir.” Spreading her ass cheeks she dropped her head.
Christopher rubbed under her gown, dragging the tips of his fingers up and down her spine. Within seconds he could tell she was more at ease. Brushing his hand down to her ass, he tapped on first one cheek, then the other. “Have you been a good girl today, my sweet?”
“Mmm…” He ran two fingers down the crack of her ass, swirling the tips around her asshole. “I see we’ve forgotten our plug.”
“God! Yes… No excuses I just…” Her voice trailing off, she grunted as she tossed her head up and down.
Easing his hand between her legs, he closed his eyes as he felt her sworn pussy. He loved her clean shaven. The scent of her, the feel of her soft tissue was a powerful aphrodisiac and his cock throbbed, pressing against his pants to the point he ached immediately. “You’re wet.”
“Yes sir.” She wiggled her ass.
“Such a bad girl.” Swirling the tips of his fingers around her clit, he inhaled the sultry fragrance of her cologne and was reminded she was all woman.
She arched her back, the move pushing her ass closer to him until his fingers slipped inside. “I’ve missed you, sir.”
“And I’ve missed you.” For a few seconds he enjoyed playing with her, filling her cunt with his fingers, savoring the way her muscles grabbed around the invasion. He was tingling with anticipation. Tonight was indeed going to be special. As she moaned and undulated, he tried to determine how he was going to bind her, tie her down for his pleasure. He’d been studying the art of rope tying, something he’d kept from her. Up until now, they’d used cuffs and a spreader bar. He had something else entirely in mind. “No plug. You’ve already disobeyed me.”
“Yes sir I’m sorry.
“Place your hands on the table.”
She did so without question, a single moan escaping from her lips.
He pushed her gown up to the center of her back and rubbed his hand around her ass cheeks in a circle. “I ask very little of you when I arrive. Very little.”
“Shit!” Jumping, she jerked her head in his direction.
“No cussing or you’ll receive more,” Christopher commanded.
“Ooohhh…” Her grip tightened on the edge of the table.
His heart was racing, his needs increasing. Tonight was exactly where he wanted to be and with the woman who stilled his heart. Pressing his hand on the small of her back, he issued several hard strikes until her butt cheeks were red, her whimpering continuous. When he was finished he gathered her into his arms, pulling her back against his chest. As he cupped her breasts, pinching her hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he nuzzled into her neck. The softness of her skin, the tiny purrs erupting from her mouth made him hard and hungry. “Now my sweet you’re going to go and get your plug for me.”
“Yes sir.” She placed her hands over his as she rested her head against his shoulder.
There were no tears, she hadn’t cried during a spanking as of yet, but she’d told him she longed to cry, to completely let go. This was another aspect he was going to give her, a moment where she could completely relinquish her fears, her concerns and weep. He held her tightly, caressing her, twisting her nipples until she cried out in pain.
“Oooohhh sir.” Genevieve blinked rapidly as she stroked his arms, her entire body quivering.
“Now go and get me the plug, my sweet. Then we can begin.” Christopher let her go and realized he’d been holding his breath the moment she scampered out of the room, her long hair flowing down her back. He loved to watch her move, enjoyed every aspect of seeing her in motion. She was one gorgeous woman.
Eyeing the drink she’d prepared, he took a full sip then moved the glass to the counter near the window. Surveying the items she’d presented for him, he touched the paddle, moved his hand to the leather belt. His lovely submissive g was indeed getting a whipping, but not with the items presented. He was prepared to take her to another level. No, he knew they both needed to move to another level, one that would take them to a different place, one of increased strength in their relationship. As he stood staring at the table he realized he was utterly petrified.
Another gulp soothed his nerves, a third one gave him strength. He picked up the rope, rubbing his fingers down the woven strands. For some reason he hadn’t anticipated how anxious he was going to be. This was new for him. This was…
“Sir, I have the plug.” Genevieve held the slender silver plug, the one with the jeweled end, up into the light. Her eyes were flashing, a grin on her face.
“Come,” he beckoned. He adored her mischievous side, the way she could understand him and his dark needs. She loved playtime as much as he did, but she was well aware tonight was different. When she was standing in front of him he tilted his head, his eyes moving back and forth as he looked at the plug. He’d given her the piece barely a month into their relationship, something she was required to wear when they went out. “Hand me the plug and take off your gown.”
“”Open.” His command was soft, the tone husky.
She leaned over slightly and opened her cheeks, once again presenting herself for his direction.
A quick dip of his fingers into her wet pussy then he pushed then just inside her ass. “You’re tight.”
“I am,” she breathed, a nervous tick appearing on the side of her mouth.
Growling, he slipped the tip of the plug to her asshole and pushed, easing the toy all the way inside.
Dropping her head she panted as her legs began to shake. “Mmm…” The moan was bitten back.
When the plug was all the way inside he sighed and lowered his head, kissing her back. He licked her skin, nipping as she wiggled beneath him. “Good girl. Stand up and place your hands behind your head.
Again, she did so without hesitation. She knew he was inspecting her, merely a ritual of allowing her mind time to prepare. As she stood tall, her face showing a heightened level of respect, he sighed. There would no way they’d ever be able to enjoy a vanilla relationship. He walked around her, allowing his fingers to dance across her skin. The way she shivered from his every touch was something else he loved about her.
“Mmmm…” Genevieve breathed as she clenched her hands together.
After moving in front he took both hands and cupped both sides of her face. He could tell she remained apprehensive, the look pensive and full of wonder. He tilted her face as he lowered his head, allowing their lips to touch. Darting out his tongue, he traced her mouth before rushing his lips against hers. He held her tightly as the kiss became a passionate a roar, a telling of their almost desperate hunger.
She struggled to remain still, to keep her place, soft purrs pushing past the kiss.
When he broke the hold he sighed. “Do you trust me?”
The question seemed to surprise her. “Of course.”
“Without question. Why?” Genevieve’s eyes darted back and forth.
“Because tonight begins a new chapter, one I hope will bring us closer, but you have to trust me without question.” When she hesitated he shook his head.
“With all my heart I trust you. I know you have only the best for me in mind.”
Christopher waited, judging her reaction, making certain of what he was seeing, and there was nothing but love in her eyes. “Then we begin.”
I hope you enjoyed. There’s something about connecting in such a way, the deep intimacy of a couple, that continues to floor John Patrick and I every day. I hope you feel our joy through my writing.
Kisses and spanks…