That’s a descriptive title right there. In fact, it describes my ass perfectly lol. Red, and hot (I mean warm, not sexy – although the men in my life would say both, bless them 😉 ) And marked up to high heaven from the cheeks to the backs of my knees and everywhere in between.
I was so crazy worried that I had put Sir off with my email last week. Worried for nothing if my ass is any indication. It’s going to be black and blue tomorrow (yay!). His hands, the strap, paddles, some other unbelievably ouchie thing that had me crying out and squirming all over the place and then finally, the cane. Almost an hour of that and no doubt I will be feeling it tomorrow. Right now everything just feels damn awesome lol. But sitting should be interesting tomorrow. It was basically everything I needed and more. Right down to the grabbing my jaw and kissing me. WE weren’t kissing. HE was kissing me. Demanding. His way. It was pretty knee-melty.
I also got to hear him really truly laugh for the first time today, he was more playful than usual. All in all a really good couple of hours. I wish I could have stayed longer, but life, ya know? We all gotta be somewhere. Sigh. But (after the relentless beating my ass took) he was so gentle, so affectionate and snuggly. I think it’s all going to work out.
My coffee date with Lisa on the weekend went really well too. I actually really like her, we have a lot in common (besides our taste in Doms, haha) and I had a lovely time. It was nice to be able to open up about some of my past experiences. It was also great to be able to ask her some personal questions about how she truly feels about me and if I were to develop a relationship with Sir beyond play partners. She seems pretty ok with everything so that was a weight off my chest. She says that the parameters of my relationship with Sir are for me and him to work out and that as long as she remains cared for she is happy. The last thing I want is to be the stressor in someone’s relationship.
I also got to hear Sir’s rather evil chuckle today as he forced orgasm after orgasm out of me and I was desperate to get away because holy fuck – way too sensitive! Of course, tied up I wasn’t going to go anywhere which apparently made him quite delighted. And clearly my body betrayed me, multiple times. Traitor. Unholy painful orgasms. Cripes.
But it was his whispered “you are such a good girl, you did sooooo well” as we were having snuggly aftercare that made me just want to crawl into his body and live there.
It will be at least a couple of weeks before I can see him again, damn crazy schedules, but I’ll hold onto that good girl and take some pics of my pretty welts and bruises to hold onto until then. 🙂