I couldn't believe I was going ahead with it. I'd lived with the fantasy for years but the reality .... well that was something different. We'd chatted online for a while, I'd shared my kinky thoughts with him and just receiving a text message from him made my stomach flip but I was determined that was as far as it would go. I'm not exactly a pillar of society but the thought of meeting up with someone for a spanking .... I couldn't ... could I? We had met for a drink one lunchtime when he had a meeting in the area, it was a brief but friendly encounter and I knew I could trust him.
We spoke on the phone on the Friday, his voice had an effect on me that I had never known. His calm low assertive tone such a contrast to my shaky nervous babbling. The phone call itself was a blur, as I hung up I was aware that I had arranged for him to visit me on the Monday. MONDAY!!! That was only three days away! My initial thought was 'OMG the house will never be tidy by then!' (sure enough it wasn't).
The plan was to just have coffee again and to talk but I was still beside myself with nerves, I wondered if he was nervous as well. The weekend passed by in slow motion, my vanilla world unaware of the butterflies in my stomach. With everything I did it was there, lingering at the back of my mind, a little voice in my head saying 'well now you've done it, he's coming on Monday, he's actually coming'. On the Sunday night I hardly slept 'what if he doesn't like me?' 'what if we don't hit it off?' and even scarier 'what if I do like him and we do hit it off?'.
After only a couple of hours sleep I woke up on the Monday morning in utter panic. I whizzed through my normal routine .... he was due at 10.30am after his business meeting. I looked round and realised I had done none of the careful planning I had planned to do! I had planned to decide exactly what to wear. I had planned to think of some intelligent things to say to him. In my mind I had intended to be ready - a calm, confident, beautiful picture of serenity sat in a perfectly neat house witty comments flowing from my perfectly glossed lips. The reality was something different, by 9.30am I found myself staring in bewilderment at heaps of dirty washing, a pile of dishes, unwashed hair & unshaven legs and hadn't got a clue what I was going to wear. A quick organisation of priorities in my head led to the list 'clean bathroom, shower (including leg shaving, hair-washing & general personal maintenance), hide washing, decide what to wear, do dishes, hoover stairs'. I cracked on with the list with a vengeance then hit a wall .... what to wear? I remember being so angry with myself for not being more organised (this still happens every time he visits), I ransacked my wardrobe to the point where it looked like burglars had visited, I tried on just about every outfit I had. Should I wear something slinky & seductive? Should I wear something that makes me look like I hadn't spent ages deciding what to wear? What sort of underwear should I put on? Surely that doesn't matter because he's not going to see it anyway!? (us girls will tell ourselves anything!).
I checked the clock, he was due in half an hour & I was a mess. I poured myself a glass of wine, a little early I know but this was no ordinary day. I had finally settled on dressing modestly. I wore tight black cords which had a subtle shiny patten in them and a lacy top. I chose underwear which was totally plain and unsexy once again telling myself I wouldn't let him see it anyway and if I was tempted then the knowledge that it wasn't sexy would back up my self control. I was fiddling with my hair & putting some lippy on when my phone beeped .... he was 20 minutes away. I tried to focus on fluffing up my hair and doing the dishes, my heart was pounding, I am usually so confident when meeting people but not now, I felt like a shy schoolgirl again. Then it came ... a knock at the door, even his knock had a cool & collected air about it. I swear my heart actually stopped for a moment. I had an extra quick squirt of perfume, took a deep breath and answered the door and there he was, the man I now know as my Sir. He was wearing a suit (always a bonus for us fans of suit porn), he just smiled and said hello and I knew instantly that I had made the right decision.
I made him a coffee and we sat on the sofa and chatted, we got to know each other a bit more and then we talked about spanking, I felt embarrassed yet comfortable sat next to someone I had never met before talking about such intimate things. While he was talking I made the decision that despite the bad underwear choice and the knowledge that there were no expectations that I wanted him to spank me today. I blushed and told him and we made a slow journey up the stairs to my bedroom. I was tingling all over. He asked me in 'that voice' to strip down to my underwear. I automatically did as I was told (now regretting my choice of underwear) and stood with my back to him shivering with both with cold and nerves sensing him looking me up and down.
As I stood there I could hear him moving, he stripped down to his boxers and then sat on the bed. He quietly told me to come over and lie across his lap, I did so without question. I lay still, waiting ..... the anticipation was almost too much, I felt content over his knee but still didn't really know what to expect. Then it came, the first spank, a sharp but beautiful sting, the sound of his hand making contact was adorable. The sound broke the silence with a shocking intensity. I squealed & wriggled at the delightful mixture of pain and pleasure. He carried on, able to judge to perfection my limits and the heat he was generating. He pulled my knickers down exposing my red glowing bottom and carried on spanking as I squirmed against him, I felt his cock harden against me under his boxers as I lay helplessy enjoying his hand striking me & occasionally stopping to finger my pussy and then gently sooth my scorching buttocks. It was the most sensual, erotic experience and my intense (and noisy) orgasm left me in no doubt that yes .... I had made the right decision in meeting him. I lay there exhausted & quivering for a moment and then as I slowly crawled from over his lap my lips brushed against his hard cock & there they lingered. I kissed, licked & sucked whilst still receiving the occasional spank to remind me what a naughty girl I was. I thanked him, proving that actually I was good girl and being such a good girl I asked very politely if he would cum in my mouth .... my good behaviour paid off and I was allowed to please him and swallow down my reward.
We lay in bed for a little while (my face was in Cheshire cat mode) then showered, ate a late and well deserved lunch, drank some wine and chatted some more. It was relaxed and fun, he is easy company and we have lots in common but it did keep crossing my mind that I couldn't believe what we'd just done so I kept randomly blushing. Suddenly it was time for him to leave, being my usually insecure self I was then filled with self doubt about how good I'd been? was I pretty or sexy enough? had I pleased him enough? As he put his jacket on I babbled out those thoughts & said I didn't think I was sexy, he tutted, kissed me, smiled and said "we'll have to fix that". Then he left, I waved him off convinced that all the neighbours knew exactly what I'd just done. Before he arrived part of me had expected to regret it but no .... no regrets ... instead an awakening of something that left me wanting more. I watched him drive off then ran to get my diary ... we had arranged the next date before he arrived home.
Monday, 19 March 2012
Saturday, 3 March 2012
What's in a name?
I read an anonymous quote yesterday ... "I'm not a painslut I'm a pain appreciatrix!" It made me smile and once again got me thinking (this is a dangerous thing as I'm sure Sir would testify to!). What's in a name?
A couple of years ago if someone had called me a slut I would have been, quite frankly, a bit miffed to put it politely. To be honest it doesn't float my boat now either but that's just a personal preference. I would also have cringed at the idea of a grown woman wanting to 'please her Daddy'. Oh how times change! These are words and phrases I now see so often written by friends on the BDSM scene have now lost their previous meanings. Although for me being called a slut doesn't hit the spot, watching other girls enjoy being called that knowing that it gives them the same pleasure as when Sir calls me a good girl makes me smile.
For me Sir is ... well he's Sir, my Sir ... my Master. Just saying it gives me a thrill, as it does when he uses phrases such as good girl, naughty girl, young miss and babygirl (I am smiling lots whilst typing). I'm not sure how it happens, I think Sir and I did talk about it at some point but the way we address each other just seemed to fall into place. For me its a very personal thing and those simple words can make my day. Does someone just call someone their pet one day and the world seems right? The D/S experience is one so based on trust and that bond of terms of endearment that the vanilla world may find insulting or strange are now second nature. So to all you good girls, sluts, pets, slaves, babygirls, Sirs, Mistresses, Masters, Owners and Daddies ... lets keep up the good work.
A couple of years ago if someone had called me a slut I would have been, quite frankly, a bit miffed to put it politely. To be honest it doesn't float my boat now either but that's just a personal preference. I would also have cringed at the idea of a grown woman wanting to 'please her Daddy'. Oh how times change! These are words and phrases I now see so often written by friends on the BDSM scene have now lost their previous meanings. Although for me being called a slut doesn't hit the spot, watching other girls enjoy being called that knowing that it gives them the same pleasure as when Sir calls me a good girl makes me smile.
For me Sir is ... well he's Sir, my Sir ... my Master. Just saying it gives me a thrill, as it does when he uses phrases such as good girl, naughty girl, young miss and babygirl (I am smiling lots whilst typing). I'm not sure how it happens, I think Sir and I did talk about it at some point but the way we address each other just seemed to fall into place. For me its a very personal thing and those simple words can make my day. Does someone just call someone their pet one day and the world seems right? The D/S experience is one so based on trust and that bond of terms of endearment that the vanilla world may find insulting or strange are now second nature. So to all you good girls, sluts, pets, slaves, babygirls, Sirs, Mistresses, Masters, Owners and Daddies ... lets keep up the good work.
Thursday, 1 March 2012
Our latest brief encounter ...
It had been a few weeks since I saw him. Circumstances had taken over and prior to our previous meeting it had been a while so I was was thrilled at the idea of seeing him twice in a short time. This time I couldn't let myself get too excited - because of work it would only be 3 days before he would know he could make it.
I waited, putting it to the back of my mind as much as possible. He had told me already, as he always does, what I should wear. I knew the visit would be fairly brief so wanted to be ready. On Friday he told me that his meeting that day had gone well and although he had some work to do in the morning he would be able to spend the afternoon with me. It was at that point I relaxed and allowed myself to look forward to it. Over the weekend I carried on as normal ..... always in my head the fact that Sir was coming to see me soon. Little things like being in the queue at the supermarket and my mind wandering, bringing a nervous and quite frankly smug smile to my lips all adding to to the build up.
On Sunday I found myself in a foul mood, I was stroppy, unnecessarily jealous & petulant with him.
Monday morning arrived, I'm used to him arriving in the morning but today was different. I had the whole morning to panic! I also had the whole morning to prepare and usually the knowledge that he arrives early pushes me into focussing and being prepared so surely this time I had more time and would be more prepared than any sub had ever been?! Not so it seems ... a morning of dithering and thinking I had plenty of time threw me. He sent me a text telling me he was on his way and to be ready for half one. More dithering followed, a shower, wash hair, a blog post etc. Then I got a text telling me the traffic was good and he would be here early! This never happens when he comes in the morning he's always held up. I was so unorganised that I was still upstairs putting on the dress that I had finally chosen I heard the door knock. I got a text saying he was on my doorstep, I replied I would be down in a minute .... keeping him waiting .... not good.
Halfway down the stairs I realised I had no lipstick on. I'm not a girl who wears lots of make-up but am rarely seen without my lipstick ... still, it was too late now, I'd kept him waiting long enough.
I opened the door, he looked serious and just said 'hello' in his ususal annoyingly erotic relaxed manner. En route to a business trip he was dressed in his grey pin stripped suit trousers and a plain white shirt with no tie. I was wearing a blue silk dress & white frilly knickers ... no lipstick & bare foot! I met his hello with an equally annoying stupid grin & many apologies for my disorganised welcome which was silenced with a kiss.
'Upstairs' he said. As always I slowly climbed the stairs in front of him. Half wanting to run, half wanting to go as slow as possible, eyes straight ahead, heart pounding feeling him watching me as I walked. Within seconds and some more kisses of getting in the bedroom I was over his knee. I love that command, I love those moments of waiting for the first impact, the initially sting, the sound that breaks the silence. There was not silence for long the sound of his hand making contact through my knickers was soon drowned out by my own cries. Draped over his knee I could feel his enjoyment of my helpless situation as his cock hardened against me. He built up the pace and several blows later my bottom was glowing red in lovely contrast to my white knickers.
He told me to wait face down on the bed which of course I did, I could hear him undressing and could hear movement from my dressing table .... my naughtiness on Sunday had definitely got me in trouble, he was reaching for the hairbrush. He knows how I fear the hairbrush!!. In the past he has used the cane, paddles, tawses & a whip (as well, of course, as his hand which is my favourite) but the hairbrush induces a great sense of panic. He once ordered me to spank myself with the hairbrush and send him pictures, even timidly using it on myself it left marks. He only uses it when I really deserve it.
As always he moved slowly, drawing it out, my breath shallow, body trembling, it was obvious from all those signs (not to mention my very damp knickers) what the anticipation was doing to me. Feeling the hairbrush strike my already scorching bottom I squealed and tried to wriggle away, he held me firmly and carried on. He switched back to using his hand, building up more heat, occasionally stopping to finger my pussy and gently stroke & soothe my hot skin. I of course apologised for my behaviour on Sunday and promised to try harder to be a good girl. I was grateful for my disclipline and being a kind and giving Sir he allowed me to spend some time sucking his delicious cock. I was desperate to cum but always know I can't without asking first. I was back over his naked lap soon, paying the price for digging my nails into his bum whilst sucking his cock. Occasionally I forget myself, scratch him, bite him, a quick and a stern look & a slap are soon putting me back in line.
Finally after much asking nicely I was allowed to ride his cock. I asked politely again and was allowed to cum. It was just before that point he instructed me to tweet about what I was doing (not as easy as it sounds & he is now the ONLY person that knows the pin to my phone!) The extra little things that take me just outside my comfort zone add to his amusement and heighten the pleasure I get from pleasing him. I had clearly apologised enough for my bad behaviour as he offered me the choice of whether he came in my mouth or pussy. I was hot, wet & ready to come again so I didn't need to think long before saying pussy. Still giving me the odd spank as I writhed on top of him he gave me permission to come again, he was ready too and as I lost myself for a moment he came inside me.
I am getting the goosebumps just thinking about it. I love the honesty, the chatting, the laughing, the teasing, the trust and the genuine friendship that accompany our encounters. The extremely pleasurable orgasms and hot spankings are also a bonus! So we chilled in each others arms for a little while & then as a every good girl does I said thank you Sir, and then did as I was told and got him some food.
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I waited, putting it to the back of my mind as much as possible. He had told me already, as he always does, what I should wear. I knew the visit would be fairly brief so wanted to be ready. On Friday he told me that his meeting that day had gone well and although he had some work to do in the morning he would be able to spend the afternoon with me. It was at that point I relaxed and allowed myself to look forward to it. Over the weekend I carried on as normal ..... always in my head the fact that Sir was coming to see me soon. Little things like being in the queue at the supermarket and my mind wandering, bringing a nervous and quite frankly smug smile to my lips all adding to to the build up.
On Sunday I found myself in a foul mood, I was stroppy, unnecessarily jealous & petulant with him.
Monday morning arrived, I'm used to him arriving in the morning but today was different. I had the whole morning to panic! I also had the whole morning to prepare and usually the knowledge that he arrives early pushes me into focussing and being prepared so surely this time I had more time and would be more prepared than any sub had ever been?! Not so it seems ... a morning of dithering and thinking I had plenty of time threw me. He sent me a text telling me he was on his way and to be ready for half one. More dithering followed, a shower, wash hair, a blog post etc. Then I got a text telling me the traffic was good and he would be here early! This never happens when he comes in the morning he's always held up. I was so unorganised that I was still upstairs putting on the dress that I had finally chosen I heard the door knock. I got a text saying he was on my doorstep, I replied I would be down in a minute .... keeping him waiting .... not good.
Halfway down the stairs I realised I had no lipstick on. I'm not a girl who wears lots of make-up but am rarely seen without my lipstick ... still, it was too late now, I'd kept him waiting long enough.
I opened the door, he looked serious and just said 'hello' in his ususal annoyingly erotic relaxed manner. En route to a business trip he was dressed in his grey pin stripped suit trousers and a plain white shirt with no tie. I was wearing a blue silk dress & white frilly knickers ... no lipstick & bare foot! I met his hello with an equally annoying stupid grin & many apologies for my disorganised welcome which was silenced with a kiss.
'Upstairs' he said. As always I slowly climbed the stairs in front of him. Half wanting to run, half wanting to go as slow as possible, eyes straight ahead, heart pounding feeling him watching me as I walked. Within seconds and some more kisses of getting in the bedroom I was over his knee. I love that command, I love those moments of waiting for the first impact, the initially sting, the sound that breaks the silence. There was not silence for long the sound of his hand making contact through my knickers was soon drowned out by my own cries. Draped over his knee I could feel his enjoyment of my helpless situation as his cock hardened against me. He built up the pace and several blows later my bottom was glowing red in lovely contrast to my white knickers.
He told me to wait face down on the bed which of course I did, I could hear him undressing and could hear movement from my dressing table .... my naughtiness on Sunday had definitely got me in trouble, he was reaching for the hairbrush. He knows how I fear the hairbrush!!. In the past he has used the cane, paddles, tawses & a whip (as well, of course, as his hand which is my favourite) but the hairbrush induces a great sense of panic. He once ordered me to spank myself with the hairbrush and send him pictures, even timidly using it on myself it left marks. He only uses it when I really deserve it.
As always he moved slowly, drawing it out, my breath shallow, body trembling, it was obvious from all those signs (not to mention my very damp knickers) what the anticipation was doing to me. Feeling the hairbrush strike my already scorching bottom I squealed and tried to wriggle away, he held me firmly and carried on. He switched back to using his hand, building up more heat, occasionally stopping to finger my pussy and gently stroke & soothe my hot skin. I of course apologised for my behaviour on Sunday and promised to try harder to be a good girl. I was grateful for my disclipline and being a kind and giving Sir he allowed me to spend some time sucking his delicious cock. I was desperate to cum but always know I can't without asking first. I was back over his naked lap soon, paying the price for digging my nails into his bum whilst sucking his cock. Occasionally I forget myself, scratch him, bite him, a quick and a stern look & a slap are soon putting me back in line.
Finally after much asking nicely I was allowed to ride his cock. I asked politely again and was allowed to cum. It was just before that point he instructed me to tweet about what I was doing (not as easy as it sounds & he is now the ONLY person that knows the pin to my phone!) The extra little things that take me just outside my comfort zone add to his amusement and heighten the pleasure I get from pleasing him. I had clearly apologised enough for my bad behaviour as he offered me the choice of whether he came in my mouth or pussy. I was hot, wet & ready to come again so I didn't need to think long before saying pussy. Still giving me the odd spank as I writhed on top of him he gave me permission to come again, he was ready too and as I lost myself for a moment he came inside me.
I am getting the goosebumps just thinking about it. I love the honesty, the chatting, the laughing, the teasing, the trust and the genuine friendship that accompany our encounters. The extremely pleasurable orgasms and hot spankings are also a bonus! So we chilled in each others arms for a little while & then as a every good girl does I said thank you Sir, and then did as I was told and got him some food.
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Monday, 27 February 2012
Pre Match Nerves
Today I am due a visit from Sir. I've known about it for a couple of weeks .... for me that's when the visit starts. We both lead busy lives in a vanilla world. Our time spent together is brief, a stolen moment, a couple of hours of time when 'normal life' stops as we enjoy each other in an encounter which only gets better each time.
It starts with a text or phone call, he suggests a date, he has a meeting in the area, at that moment I start to tingle with excitement .... Sir wants to see me. The very fact that he has found time for me is in itself a turn on, any plans I may have for that date are quickly rearranged and the build up begins. Today is no different, part of me tries not to get too excited. There are so many factors, so many things that could crop up or go wrong & make plans have to be cancelled or changed. I go about my normal business, occasionally a nervous smile will cross my face whilst I'm shopping and I get a text telling me what he will do to me and instructing me what I will wear.
The nerves, the anticipation and the secretly exchanged messages heighten all my senses. On the day of his arrival I am beside myself .... will I please him? Will I live up to his expectations? He has just sent me a message to say he is on his way. I have much more to say on this matter (as Sir knows I always have much to say on every matter) but this post is a short one as I now have to go wash my hair, choose a dress and do some substantial panicking!
It starts with a text or phone call, he suggests a date, he has a meeting in the area, at that moment I start to tingle with excitement .... Sir wants to see me. The very fact that he has found time for me is in itself a turn on, any plans I may have for that date are quickly rearranged and the build up begins. Today is no different, part of me tries not to get too excited. There are so many factors, so many things that could crop up or go wrong & make plans have to be cancelled or changed. I go about my normal business, occasionally a nervous smile will cross my face whilst I'm shopping and I get a text telling me what he will do to me and instructing me what I will wear.
The nerves, the anticipation and the secretly exchanged messages heighten all my senses. On the day of his arrival I am beside myself .... will I please him? Will I live up to his expectations? He has just sent me a message to say he is on his way. I have much more to say on this matter (as Sir knows I always have much to say on every matter) but this post is a short one as I now have to go wash my hair, choose a dress and do some substantial panicking!
Friday, 24 February 2012
Last week was a busy week for both me and Sir, however, we did arrange to chat on the phone on Thursday. We had only been talking for five minutes or so when a business call came through on his other phone. I waited on the line whilst he picked it up to see who it was. He answered the other call by simply saying his name. He said it in a very business like manner and at overhearing it I was suddenly acutely aware of the effect his voice has on me. Just hearing him say those two words .... just his name .... had given me goosebumps.
This started me thinking about the significance of his voice & manner around me. Thinking back, it has been there from the first time we spoke. We started off, as so many kinksters do, chatting online. He had years of experience in the spanking scene, it was something I had always thought about but never taken the plunge and so I was fascinated and curious to find out more. I felt instantly at ease and safe sharing thoughts with him, asking him questions and answering his. That said, even just the wording of messages from him would have a deliciously nerve wracking effect on me. Whether we were discussing music or kink the effect was just as intense. If I was going about my business and saw I had a message from him my stomach would do a little flip ... his calm, confident manner intrigued me and brought something out in me that had been kept hidden for a long time.
We had mentioned meeting and so much of me desperately wanted to but I was still unsure from a personal point of view whether it was the right thing to do. One day we had exchanged a few messages and he said he was free for a little while if I wanted to talk to him on the phone. It caught me off guard a little but the answer was yes, yes I really do. Five minutes later I was shaking like a leaf and dialling his number, I had imagined what his voice was like and I wasn't disappointed, he answered the phone simply saying "hello naughty girl" and once I'd picked myself up, dusted myself off and taken a few deep breaths I knew I was hooked, that there was no way I was going to miss out on meeting the owner of that voice. Three days later I was over his knee where I belonged and the rest as they say .....
18 Months down the line his voice has even more of an impact on me. The contrast between my nervous submissiveness when I'm around him and his calm controlled, powerful demeanour is something to behold. He never raises his voice, he wouldn't and nor would he have to. He moves slowly and deliberately only adding to my palpations and anticipation, he speaks to me in low, confident, quiet tones that leave me knowing in no uncertain terms that I should do as I'm told. It is a voice and a presence that can make me quiver with nerves and yet at the same time make me feel safe. It is voice that I trust without question.
Last Thursday's conversation was cut short. I did, however, get to phone him again on the Friday & felt the goosebumps rise again as he answered with those two simple words .... his name.
This started me thinking about the significance of his voice & manner around me. Thinking back, it has been there from the first time we spoke. We started off, as so many kinksters do, chatting online. He had years of experience in the spanking scene, it was something I had always thought about but never taken the plunge and so I was fascinated and curious to find out more. I felt instantly at ease and safe sharing thoughts with him, asking him questions and answering his. That said, even just the wording of messages from him would have a deliciously nerve wracking effect on me. Whether we were discussing music or kink the effect was just as intense. If I was going about my business and saw I had a message from him my stomach would do a little flip ... his calm, confident manner intrigued me and brought something out in me that had been kept hidden for a long time.
We had mentioned meeting and so much of me desperately wanted to but I was still unsure from a personal point of view whether it was the right thing to do. One day we had exchanged a few messages and he said he was free for a little while if I wanted to talk to him on the phone. It caught me off guard a little but the answer was yes, yes I really do. Five minutes later I was shaking like a leaf and dialling his number, I had imagined what his voice was like and I wasn't disappointed, he answered the phone simply saying "hello naughty girl" and once I'd picked myself up, dusted myself off and taken a few deep breaths I knew I was hooked, that there was no way I was going to miss out on meeting the owner of that voice. Three days later I was over his knee where I belonged and the rest as they say .....
18 Months down the line his voice has even more of an impact on me. The contrast between my nervous submissiveness when I'm around him and his calm controlled, powerful demeanour is something to behold. He never raises his voice, he wouldn't and nor would he have to. He moves slowly and deliberately only adding to my palpations and anticipation, he speaks to me in low, confident, quiet tones that leave me knowing in no uncertain terms that I should do as I'm told. It is a voice and a presence that can make me quiver with nerves and yet at the same time make me feel safe. It is voice that I trust without question.
Last Thursday's conversation was cut short. I did, however, get to phone him again on the Friday & felt the goosebumps rise again as he answered with those two simple words .... his name.
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