As we’re just watching some TV, catching up on a few shows, you disappear to the back of the house for a few minutes. Happens all the time, so I didn’t think anything of it.
But then, just a few minutes later, you walk back out in this lingerie, heels, and nothing else but that smile. I can’t help but grin too. I mean, come on. It’s going to be a great evening! You pull me up to standing with just your finger under my chin – one long, slow motion and I’m standing. And standing at attention.
As you may (or may not) know, Charmer loves to integrate games into… activities. She tends (tends?) to create rules around those games that just may favor her a bit. Maybe.
If you haven’t seen it, you can check out multiple renditions of the @^#@#^@ scrabble-esque games she’s done in the past. There’s something about making up words (sometimes with rules around the words) in the heat of the moment that just gets to me nearly every time. Oh, and I *suck* at scrabble. There’s that too. So she gleefully rolls out the tiles and shakes the bag. I know I’m in trouble. (Here’s a link to different scrabble posts)
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. 🙂
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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!]
It’s the strangest thing. You’d never know it to look at her, but when the mood strikes, it flashes through her eyes, curves just the corners of her mouth a bit and then is gone as quickly as it arrived. But there’s something about the energy coming off her, something that changes from “out and about” to “pay very, very close attention and don’t mess with me.” It’s magic.
I’ve had times where this flash happens just as we get up in the morning. Other times in the middle of lunch, still others after dinner. I’m not sure there’s any logic to it, but if you miss it, you should probably start worrying about what comes later because it also means that you won’t have been able to feed the Domme-beast (in a good way) from then forward.
This isn’t to say that it’s a bad thing. Quite the opposite. It’s amazing. I wish I knew the switch that flipped or the situation that enables it or the things that I say. Of course if I did, you can bet we’d live right there, on that edge, all the time.
Still, no one notices, but I get the look, the glance. I’m on high-alert. Sort of like DEFCON status. Things get really interesting when this bakes all day and lust starts to kick in.
*Original title was bearing it all. See? I was so nervous about this post that I had bears on the brain. Apologies.
Sometimes it’s about laying it all out there. For me, I have to admit I’m working up to that and being better about chillin’ out. Without getting all overly dramatic and such, it’s all been about baby steps.
That may seem strange with some of the writing here, but picture-wise, it’s been an interesting ride.
Sounding is one of those kinks that seems like something no one in their right mind would want to do. I mean, seriously. You want to put a metal rod WHERE?
Related:
Sounding like fun torture (a Fiction? Story)
But I think it’s also perhaps one of those things that is surprising. It’s surprising because it’s so different, so intense and so on the edge of “ok” mentally that it has all sorts of intrigue and kink built into it.
I walk in the back door and you’re standing there with an envelope. You smile, hand me the envelope and walk away with a touch of your finger to my lips.
I put my things down and open the envelope.
It seems such a cliche’ thing that you hear all the time in this community.
Be careful what you wish for. You may get it.
This was certainly the case this time.
“Honey, can you come in here a minute please?”
It’s all I hear from the other side of the house. I wander through, trying to figure out where you are and finally find you in the library, in your personal space, with your books and books and more books. This is where you come to escape. But when I look at you, you’re in what can only be called classic librarian mode. Sort of.
You’re there, hair up, glasses on, pencil in your mouth, facing the other way, leaned back in your most comfortable reading chair. You’re in this dreamy state that I think I recognize…
I see you across the club, having a drink, dancing with various people, just generally swaying to the music and having a great time. I, on the other hand, can’t take my eyes off you. You’re in this flirty-wispy short country-style skirt and have on boots and an incredible hat. Watching you dance, line dance and just, well, watching you is becoming hazardous. I’m pretty sure you’ve noticed me staring.
I’m doing my best to look away, to not be overly obvious. I grab some liquid courage and have a couple of drinks to take off my nervous edge, but when I look back, I can’t find you anywhere. I start to panic, thinking I’ve missed my chance. I slump into my chair and try to keep telling myself that you’ll be back. But I can’t help feeling like I totally blew it.
There are many aspects of This Thing We Do (TTWD) that *seem* really mental or *seem* really physical. But so many times, it ends up being both.
For me, that’s the case with impact play. Honestly, I went into it thinking it was a mental “game” – just dealing with it and that I could get past it. But the physical side of things surprises me every. single. time.
I’m “in training” I suppose – I’ve had times where we warm up and I feel pretty good about my control and response and even love it. But then the times that come with no warm-up… not my favorite thing. I’m still working on those times.
It all starts by kissing, just kissing. It’s one of the most erotic, sensual things we can do – and every second of it is powerful. I kiss down your neck, just there at the base of your neck on your shoulder. I start with light kisses, and move to little nibbles and lingering kisses. I can tell I’ve hit some of the right spots – your breathing changes ever so slightly in just those spots…
You reach out, grabbing the back of my head, embedding your hands in my hair, then squeezing a handful to use as a lever. You’re steering me a bit now, already taking charge of where you want me. You pull me up, kissing me deeply nibbling on me as you go. Then you push me back to the other side and release just a bit, letting me wander down your neck, to your shoulder, then out a bit and back.
When I walk in you ask me to tell you about my day – we start some typical banter, I realize that everything I say is met with “mmmhmmm” and “oh, I see…” in an exaggerated way. You could not care less what I’m talking about and you are somewhere else as we get things around to start making dinner.
I try to find out what’s up, but you’re having none of it, egging me in to tell you more about my day. But you stay disjointed, truly uninterested in this comic way. I finally start to give up and start to move away and you stop.
Long weekends seem to bring out the fun-loving spontaneous side of me. Or, as Snake likes to put it, the evil and devious side of me. [Snake: I think that depends on your perspective. “fun-loving” – I do think “devious” is more apt] Either way, it’s time for another Scrabble challenge. If you don’t remember the previous ones, here is the first challenge and here is the second one.
[Snake: I KNEW this was coming. After two wins, I even told her after the last one that I was sure that the next one was going to be on the hairy edge of impossible. She hasn’t disappointed.]
My favorite days are when Charmer walks up to me and proclaims that “she’s in a mood.” In our previous life, it might have been “in THE mood” but now, it’s quite a different thing when she says she’s in A mood.
It means her Domme side is in full gear.
It usually means all sorts of other things too, but I’ll leave that to your imagination, or to a different post here.
I know the Snake Den has been pretty quiet recently. There have been pics and the rare post and story, but not the usual stuff. Muggle life has been keeping us way too busy…
Work… blah, blah, blah… family… blah, blah, blah… miscellaneous nonsense… blah, blah, blah… You get the picture and it’s boring and the same for everyone so, yeah…
We are both excited to try out some new items that have arrived. We set aside the time to just relax, goof around and then get down to the business of new toys and options. As we’re sitting there talking and just trying to turn off the day, you tell me that you need me to go get “the box” and “the furniture.”
Seems a little strange, perhaps. But I expected the box, that’s where our new rope is. But the furniture is a different story and intent. When I come back with the different things after a couple of trips, you just point to the middle of the room where you’ve moved the table and have a blanket out.
I lay out our brand new rope and you tell me I just need to check out and come back in a bit. I look at you oddly but you just grin and let me know that you’d prefer I not say a word, instead just let you do whatever comes to mind in whatever way it comes to mind. Sure, safewords are in place, but anything short of that, just let it happen.
Sometimes you need to just STOP and pay very close attention to what she needs in the moment. This seems like one of those times.
Sometimes, just when I get a bit full of myself, she’s been known to push into my hair and take back control of things. It’s a fast and clear signal to keep my priorities just right.