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!
Monday, 27 February 2012
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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