Instructions

Things shifted a little last night, a sign of things to come ;)



I like serving Sir. Part of what makes me happy and completes me is making sure his needs are met. I like sitting at his feet rubbing them, making sure that his glass is full and there is always coffee when he needs it. Little things but important to me.

Sir instructed me last night to sit on the floor at his feet and moisturise them, this was new as it has always been something I have just done. I liked being told, I like the instruction and the demand.

When finished he told me to sit next to him on the couch, he lay next to me naked and I was clothed. The oil was there and I proceeded to drizzle it across his penis and scrotum before tracing the shape of him with my fingertips. Sliding my hands along the length of him, feeling him grow hard.

The lateness of the hour meant I didn't play long and soon it was time for bed (I live in a separate building on the same property...long story) I kissed Sir good night and as I stood to leave he instructed me to stand, legs apart. He slid his hand up my leg, discovering quickly that I was pantieless beneath my skirt. My body trembled as his fingertips came into contact with my clit, the shivers as the tingles of arousal shimmied through my body. It was hard to stand still and I am sure mybody was swaying...then he said time for my bed.

The instructions were not over however...as I was about to leave he called me over, kissed me and told me "no masturbating until I say", I replied "Yes, Sir". the impact that instruction of Sirs made on me was quite immense. I liked it, I think I needed it.

I await the next instruction, I look forward to more eagerly

Plans

Sir has a wicked glint in his eye ;)

He is muttering about plotting and scheming.

I feel the aniticipation already;)

What a lucky sub I am!!

Interesting observations

It's kind of interesting when you become aware of your thoughts. As D/s becomes a bigger part of my life it also becomes a bigger part of my thoughts in so many ways.

For a couple of reasons circumstances have meant that we haven't been able to explore more since the night I was flogged and I eagerly await the next step

In the meantime I see myself thinking more of being restrained. I sit next to Sir in the evening and entertain thoughts of sitting at his feet and serving him. Sometimes he wraps a cord around my foot when it rests on the couch beside him and he restrains it, holding it tight to him. I feel my heart beat faster and the feel of the cord around my ankle send shocks along my skin, my nipples tighten and I feel myself grow moist in anticipation.

I have thoughts of blindfolds and flogging, and of restraints and look at things differently than before. it has become a natural thing in so many ways.

Looking forward to the next time, eagerly wondering where Sir will lead me next on this journey. So many things we have discovered about this together and things I never knew existed have become a part of my essence.

Something New...

Last night things changed. Last night I had my first flogging and the experience made a huge impact on me and on us. there is no going back but then there never was. We always move forward, the speed is undetermined but the direction is always forward and building on what was before taking it, me and us to new levels within our BDSM.

The last 10 days have been extremely emotional with us trying to see if someone new would fit into our poly lifestyle. The fit wasn't right for many reasons and this weekend it was ended and there has been much hurt and pain because of it. We both needed a release, a way to disperse the pain and deal with the feelings and one thing led to another.

Sir gently and lovingly shaved me, a ritual that is deeeply intimate and one we both take much pleasure in. It was a way of connecting, of giving and I love him for it. He teased me a little as he often does, sliding his fingers along my inner lips and gliding across the top of my clit causing it to respond. Once he had finished with his attention to the shaving he leant over and slid his tongue along the top of my clit and my reaction was instant. I came and I squirted. My body knows him so well, it's response to him is at a subconscious level and I sank into a blissful oblivion as he continued to tease more from my body. The tension melted away as I gained some of the release I desperately needed.

We sat afterwards for a while and then I got up to get something to eat. Sir asked me to stop as I went past our toy box and to get the flogger out. My breathe caught in my throat for a moment, anticipation of something new, something different and something I knew in my core I needed. He instructed me to kneel on the floor, facing away from him and I did so, lifting my skirt as I did. The aniticpation of that first caress of the flogger against my skin was immense, and I was not disappointed. It danced lightly across my skin as he moved from right to left, increasing the pressure, altering the stroke causing me to moan. Something happened within me, the response beyond my control and I reached an orgasm then felt my wetness run down my leg as I squirted and still he continued, taking me further, taking me deeper. My head felt light as I floated beyond, my body shook as the endorphin rush continued and then it was over as quickly as it began. Out of breath I still managed to quietly thank my Sir and unable to move I stayed kneeling as I collected myself again, the fragmented parts of my mind scattered momentarily.

Do I want more? Oh God yes. Another part of me was awakened last night and the journey continues. This is beyond wanting more, this is about craving more, needing more from the depths of my soul. An incredible hunger, now I ache to feel my wrists bound, to feel restrained and at his will.