Sunday

I'm quite proud of myself with how Sunday started out. Master and I have spoken a lot about what we enjoy, visually, physically, etc (communication is key, after all), and so when I put together a "surprise" outfit for him I was pretty sure it was going to have the desired effects.

What do you know, it did. <3

It was a short christmas-y kind of dress that buttons all the way down the front, white thigh highs and heels I had to buy on my way to the airport because I couldn't find any >.> I didn't even have to ask and Master kept his eyes closed until I was standing in front of him, his reaction was worth every penny =D

After his initial reaction wore off the rope came out. He took his time tying me up and I reveled in every minute of it. Securing my arms behind my back he had me lay down on the couch and with quite a bit of length from my wrists to my ankles he tied both points up. The rope was snug the resistance was wonderful <3 I was wet and squirmy before anything else happened. I'd wanted to be tied up for Years, and this was a nice introduction to being restrained with -just- rope. The feel of it against my skin is so nice I'm almost tempted to go out and buy some and start practicing tying myself into a simple rope dress.

Out came a camera and the egg - I swear Master never misses a chance to drive me bonkers with that damned thing. (Heck, the egg might've come into play before the rope, things get kinda blurry once Master's in charge ^^; ). If the camera wasn't embarrassing enough he also started using a video camera, which had an effect I wasn't entirely expecting - it made me even hornier than I already was. At this point the sensations and actions all kind of glopped together, and forget trying to watch the video to jog my memory, Master played back some (or all) of what he recorded after the fact and I couldn't bring myself to watch it then.

I doubt I'd have much better luck now ^^;

The session was, I think, the shortest one we'd had up to that point (and possibly the entire weekend), but it was pretty intense. At least on my end, with the cameras and rope and such. I can close my eyes and see bits and pieces as short clips and pictures in my mind, I can hear his voice slipping in and out of the mewling moans and gasps he demands from my body. It's exhausting and I cling to him after each session like a tired swimmer, finding reprieve after treading water for hours.

And for the first time in my life, I feel whole. Completed not just by the man I trust and love, but by the moments and desires we share. There's no sense of wrong, or unnatural - rather it's a feeling that things are as they are. Right and proper and working as intended.