Details, Details
By kiri | May 11, 2008
We got a later start than I’d planned, but cuddling my nephew was a damn good reason to be behind. Once I was back in town, I picked DT up. We stopped, grabbed some food, and came back here to eat.
I told him, at some point while we were out, we should get some rum and check into a motel somewhere but I only half-way meant it. After the day I’d had, I wasn’t sure I was up for playing. The last thing I wanted to do was have my first scene in damn near a year turn out like the last one.
But the more I thought about it, the better it sounded. I packed up and we headed out again. We got the rum and looked around at the places close by. We went to the Super 8, to see what their rates were, and he liked it so we stayed.
The room was nice. It had a loft, two beds - one downstairs and a bigger one upstairs - two TVs, and two bathrooms. The railing across the loft looked like it would have been great for suspension, but the rope I have isn’t strong enough to support my weight, so that’s been filed away for use later. It was hot as hell when we first got there, so I took a shower to cool off and we watched TV for a bit while we waited for the air conditioner to work its magic.
I drank a bit of rum and it started working its magic, so it wasn’t long before I was relaxed and glad I’d decided to give the night a try.
I think things got going around one. He put on my restraints and collar, locking them all. I’d forgotten how peaceful I feel when I’m in them. The effect was instant. I was even calmer with each lock’s click. Then he pulled out my rope and scarves. I don’t know how, but I managed to miss my longer pieces of rope when I was packing. Luckily, he had enough there to feed under the mattress to take care of my hands and feet. Later on I wished he’d had enough to do my thighs too.
He tied me up much tighter than he had before, to the point that my fingers started tingling and I could barely move. I was a little freaked when he did that, but I just took a breath and reminded myself of who I was with. It was almost like I could just melt into the bed as I exhaled.
Then came the floggers. I tried to stay halfway alert by keeping up with Formula 51 on TV, but I don’t think I lasted more than 15 minutes before I was spacing. He’d warned me that he was going to be hard. I told him that was good, that I’d planned to ask him to do more than we’d done for New Years. He kept his word and sent me off to la la land.
He’d tied me up pretty tight, but I could still move my hips. That didn’t help my cause at all. It was a fight to stay still. It was an even harder fight to relax my muscles. He kept telling me to be still, to relax. It was hard, but he was right. It hurt less when I was relaxed and his aim was better when I was still.
He stopped after he’d been at it for a while and running his hands over where he’d been hitting. I was so tender that his caress was almost as painful as the flogger. He stopped a few other times to check on me. He’d stop and ask me if I was okay. I tried to talk but I couldn’t.
You know you can nod your head, right?
I had no fuckin idea. *laughs* I really didn’t. I nodded. He kissed me.
Good girl.
I wanted him to keep going. Man, did I ever. I was close to my limit, but I wasn’t there yet. I wanted to hit it. I wanted to hit it and keep going, at least for a few minutes. He thought I’d had enough, though, and I knew better than to argue. He laid the floggers back out, untied me and grabbed my keys. I still couldn’t talk, so I pulled my feet away when he got close and he left them on.
He made me something to drink. I didn’t realize just how bad I needed it until I tried to swallow. My mouth and throat were so dry from all the panting I was doing. I couldn’t believe Formula 51 had gone off. That meant he was wailing on me for at least two hours! Physically, it felt like it’d been that long but boy oh boy…mentally it felt like it’d only been 15 minutes. I was actually hyper again. And pretty lucid, all things considered. And even bratty enough to argue with him explain to him that I had not ashed in his cup, but one of mine. *snickers*
A bit later, he stripped and laid down in the bed next to me and I put my head on his chest for a few minutes. Then his head was between my legs. I started slipping away again. Normally, I don’t like being on the receiving end of oral but apparently I was pretty into it. When I came to, I was steadily humping his hand. It took me a minute to fight off the fog and find my voice again.
There’s baby oil in the bathroom. I want your fist.
I couldn’t believe I actually said it. I would have been mortified if I were actually coherent. Then again, I probably wouldn’t have let that escape my mouth if I were coherent. Anyway, we tried. And failed. (He told me today that we’ll be working on that.) I was too tense and a bit raw, so we moved on to other things.
Fucking. Lots and lots of fucking. On my back, on my stomach, twisted and turned in all sorts of directions. Then I was on top. I wriggled this way and that, slipped him out and back in, teasing myself more than I was teasing him, I think. I remember his nails digging into me and I remember biting him.
And I remember, quite vividly, his hands on my neck. It wasn’t a surprise, really. It’s something that we’ve done before. Each time, he’s squeeze a little bit and let go, squeeze a little bit more, and let go. Two or three times, tops. This time…gods. He started out that way. The first time was relatively light, the second wasn’t so light. I don’t remember how many times he did it before he made me lie still with my head on his chest and take deep breaths.
It was a progressive cycle. He’d squeeze my neck and let go, getting harder each time. He’d make me lie down for a bit, told me to open my eyes and look at him a few times, too. Then he’d ask me if I was ready and I’d raise my chin, giving him access. Before all was said and done, his arms were extended to the point where my fingers barely brushed the bed. His hands were around my neck and they were the only things keeping me upright. He was squeezing to the point that I couldn’t breathe at all. All I could think about was how much I trusted him to let him take my breath, to take me to a point so close to nothingness. And how good it felt - physically and mentally.
I think he had me rest once more after making sure I was still with it and, somehow, ended up on top of me again. I swear, he was trying to fold me in half! I was so worn out. Once he’d finished having his way with me, I looked at the clock. Six in the freaking morning! Five hours total, half spent gettin beat and the other half spent fucking. Great fun.
Great, great, great, great, great, great fun.
Did I mention it was fun?
We hadn’t connected like that in such a long time. I’d forgotten what it felt like.
Today, I’m still exhausted. My cunt hurts, my ass hurts, and my neck is tender. I’m a happy lil cunt.
Tags: DT, processing, scenes |
Sounds like a good time. ^_^
Great time. LOL I was really startin to feel neglected after keepin up with you for so long. *laughs*
*sighs* Floating is one of the most amazing things in the world.
I’d forgotten how much I loved it. It’s been so long!