I still find myself dismayed and surprised by the mechanics of pain. I’m not a full-on masochist… I don’t think (Charmer may think otherwise) but I have found that once I get past that initial bit starting off, things change. It sounds almost, well, mental at times.
Everyone started arriving for the party and I noticed one thing in the people you’d invited. They were all women. You’d had presented the party as an afternoon get together – time by the pool, casual conversation, etc. You’d asked me to don my very best attire (think dress shorts and a sleeveless tux shirt and bowtie) and provide drinks for everyone, playing up the service side to have some fun. Nothing overt, just a ladies day at the pool, with service.
We’d spent the entire day walking and joking and eating and drinking and just exploring. We’d never been to this town before – and that was why we chose it – just completely unknown. Kind of lost track of the number of pubs and taste-testing of food.
It’s also been raining all day. The kind of rain that defeats the umbrella – where it’s just insistent and continuous and you eventually almost give up on it… and just fold up the umbrella.
We’re soaked to the core. The crowds are non-existent because of the rain and we’re enjoying just being silly, splashing around, goofing off a bit.
As night falls, the shops start to close up and we hunker down in a pub a bit out of the way that happens to still be open. We’re looking for some drinks and food and you start dropping little hints. You’ve turned the conversation into a bit of a Q&A, “what if I required you to do…” type questions. It’s a little out of the blue, but for the most part, I can admit I’m game.
“We’re going to try something different today..”
I always wonder how you come up with these bizarre things. From challenges to toys to just simply situational stuff.
You walk out of the room and I have the distinct impression that I’m NOT to follow. You come back with the bench (fun!) and your assortment of implements (not necessarily as “fun”) and tell me to strip and uncage.
As we get on the elevator, I realize we won’t be alone. I had hoped to give the security camera guys an eyeful as we rode the elevator up and walked to our room, but it just wasn’t meant to be. It seems like stream of people getting on just never stopped.
That was when I realize you were backing into me, subtly, and driving me with your body to the back corner. I lean against the back wall, trying to not be too disappointed that we aren’t alone. I realize with start that your hand has remained behind you and, though it may (may) look innocent to others, it was positioned just so… before people even finish streaming in, you are slowly unzipping my pants.
This is the last in a series that we took. This shows off Charmer’s sadistic side a bit – it allows for some side to side play, but you’re not going *anywhere* meaningful. She has told me before that she prefers movement many times, rather than being absolutely locked in place.
Movement doesn’t mean you’re going anywhere, but (as they say), the struggle… is real. 🙂
It’s been three months since the last Scrabble challenge. It might still be hot but summer is coming to an end and I thought it was time to break out the tiles again. Because, of course, I like nothing better than to drive him insane…. And we all know how much he LOVES Scrabble. [Oh yay! Scrabble! I LOVE Scrabble tiles. Someone hand me the matches!]