We hugged, pressing our bodies against each other. I allowed myself to float in the warmth of her embrace. Inhaling deeply, I felt the love we share. For a moment in time, nothing else mattered. There was only us. I allowed myself to be laid bare. I whispered "I love you" into her ear. I heard her whisper those same words. We kissed lightly on the lips. The sensualness of her touch becoming etched into my memory.
I attended a bondage workshop yesterday afternoon. There was a lot of the typical elements - a review of risks and important safety
measures which can never be over-emphasized, demonstrations and practice of different ties and techniques, discussion of different types
of rope. One element that was very different was at the end of the workshop. The facilitator led us through a meditation exercise to help us explore what we desire from bondage. The goal was to help us visualize in our minds our ideal bondage scene, first as a bottom, then as a top.
The images, sounds, smells and sensations that filled my mind were not surprising as many of the elements I recognize from fantasies I've had since I first realized I was kinky.
I found myself lying in a middle of a large hall. The edges of the large room were out of focus. I could sense others sitting in a ring around the edge, however, I could neither hear them or see them. The light inside the room was bright white. As the scene progressed, details would come in and out of focus, often times changing.
My top kept changing through-out the scene. Sometimes she was someone I have played with before, other times, she was unknown to me. One constant is that she and I were both naked. She was always tall, slender. The bondage was just one element of her seduction. As she wrapped the ropes around me, her hands would touch my skin seductively. I could feel her hair touch my face. Her breasts would press against me as her arms surrounded me as she tied the rope. With every deep breath I inhaled her smell. The warmth of her body arousing all my senses.
Whenever I would fall too deeply into her sexuality, she would remind me who held the power. A quick sharp stroke to stimulate the pain receptors. I would cry out in pain, and then she would sooth me, caressing me gently. Once she had me completely bound, she knew my body was hers to satisfy her needs, her desire. I would be unable to resist whenever she wanted to inflict pain or give me pleasure.
Everything about her touch was sensual. Designed to fuel my lust, yet it was for her satisfaction.
The scene fades away as our facilitator instructs us to now visualize on our ideal bondage as a top.
The room is in sharper focus. It appears to be the same hall, yet a times it fades away. I recognize the guests and setting as a formal party and then at times everything is blurry. I am dressed for the occasion. My submissive the only one completely nude.
She is blindfolded. Her face never comes into focus. I tie her up quickly. She is left exposed and vulnerable. She is responsive to my touch. Unable to resist any of my advances. Different images flash through my mind as to how I use her. Always though, she is filled with happiness by whatever I take from her.
I am lying on a couch in the workshop room. I hear the voice of our facilitator leading us through the exercise. I am aware of myself watching these images in my mind and finding myself aroused by them. Slowly the facilitator brings the exercise to an end. We discussed amongst ourselves what we each saw. I am not surprised by what was shared by two my fellow participants, both of whom I'm known for a long time.
I drove her home after the party on Saturday night. This in itself is of no significance, as I have often given her rides home late at night. We have always been able to talk candidly with each other about things that we wouldn't share with others. Always as close friends. I even remember our very first such conversation where we talked about our relationship goals. We had both just ended bad relationships and were looking for things that were as diametrically opposite to each other as night and day.
Since that first conversation, our friendship has grown stronger. We have shared many intimacies and always a constant were those goals that we shared. We even became regular play partners, but always without the expectation of romantic interests.
I don't know exactly when things changed. I have noticed my feelings towards her growing stronger over the past couple of months. I also sensed that we both new that this was happening. It use to be when we hugged, it used to be a friendly, "pat on the back" feeling. Lately, though, whenever we embrace, it was like a flood of every emotion you feel when the entire cosmos is in perfect balance.
We sat in the car, parked in front of her place. I don't know how long we talked. In the past, we have talked about our relationships with others. We talked about my wife and my past d/s partner. We talked about her past relationships, her girlfriend and where she sees there future going. Tonight, we talked about each other for the first time and how our relationship fits within our primary relationship partnerships.
I am uncertain about what the future holds for us. But I am ready to see where it will take us.
Why I made a dentist appointment for 8:30 a.m. on a Saturday, I have not a clue. The hygienist who cleaned my teeth was not the one I had originally booked. However, I was not disappointed as she was more than easy on the eye and rather competent to boot. A sexy woman scraping your teeth makes up for having to get up early. And yes, the masochist in me actually enjoys the feel of most dental work, a fact which came up in the conversation we had while she worked (not the masochist part, though). Although I suspect she is a sadomasochist herself, which most people who chose dentistry likely are, in my opinion, not that it's such a bad thing. She mentioned she actually liked the feel of having her teeth cleaned herself, which she said was probably the reason why she enjoyed her work so much.
I wonder if the person who re-tweeted my tweet about Ernie and Rubber Ducky realizes that my friend Red was referring to a sex toy and I was referring to masturbation.
After a few days of unusually hot weather that felt like the dog days of August, it was nice to have an evening where the temperatures were more typical of late spring. Last night the sheet soaking was from mixing body fluids. The cool breeze felt nice.
