It’s really interesting to see how D/sFLR stuff takes hold with different partnerships. If you read up about FLR at a fantasy level, it’s all about controlling the /s/ partner, and the /s/ partner being “forced” to do x, y or z if things go wrong.Continue reading
“Hey! Guess what!? It’s your day! I know it’s been a long time…“
I stop in my tracks and look at you. It’s the weirdest thing because you’ve not suggested anything all day, I had no idea, not an inkling. I look at you and raise my eyebrow in a kind of “what’s the catch” kind of way.
This was surprisingly easy as a Wicked Wednesday prompt. Not altogether all about kink, but…
I often have regrets after play time. But not maybe what you’d think. I often want more. I wanted to give more. I have a lot of “that wasn’t so bad, now was it? Why’d you struggle with it so?”
You know this. You know it takes challenging not limits that are set between us, but limits in my head. You’ve done it many times. You’ve shown that there’s nothing to fear… well, ok. Fear is good at times, it’s all a part of it. But nothing to mortally worry about anyway.
I’ve always wondered if being, well, turned on, was a common experience between us. It’s such a weird experience, walking down that road of going from zero to 60 on the “interest” and “oh my” scale. I’ve wondered a lot if it’s the same for you as it is for me.
As I’m sitting here, mindlessly reading, I get that tingly sensation. I’ve been so lost in my e-book, in staring out the window thinking about all of the things to come later today when I get in. But that feeling – the one I assume everyone gets when they are being watched.
Today’s picture is two-fold. First, it’s a task because of our ongoing @%@#%@# game. (Yes, this particular day featured a trivia question… we all know how those go).
Have you ever wondered if you could maintain something for 15 minutes if the stakes were high enough, that you weren’t used to lasting that long unrelentingly? How’s that for a question?
Well, I’ve thought about it. I mean, not unprompted, of course. The prompting comes from you…
You sit down, cozying up next to me with this grin on your face. “We’re going to give you a test today!” is how you open the challenge. “Do you have a favorite metronome speed?“
It’s another night of the game, that for some reason I seem to draw edging a lot, and tonight is another bout of it. These are all about almost performing the edging and I go into this all, well, cocky. Feeling like it’ll be nice and fun and easy and…
You straighten my tie, patting down the lapels of my jacket… then stand back and grin. It gives me a chance to take you in – very simple, very sleek formal gown and high heels, a fantastic silver necklace that plunges down the open cleavage showing through the drape of your dress. As I stand there, taking you in, you’re doing the same to me, making sure everything is just so.
“…and you’re wearing those boxer briefs I put out for you too, right?” finally punches through my fog. “Yes. Although I don’t know what that has to do with anything.” You had been very specific about clothes, and very tight-lipped about where we’re going.
“You’ll see. You do need to read the rules first though.“
“Shhhhh… just read.” It looks like a formal invitation, envelope and all…