After a long unexpected trip to Los Angeles, I unpacked my toiletries and placed them in their proper place. I neatly arrange each of my sundries according to how they will be used tomorrow. Makeup wipes, eye cream, face lotion, and my favorite serum, lip cream. I love the way the lotion feels on my full wanting lips. The moisture makes me hungry for something else. After I anally arrange my lotions and creams I walk to my bedroom and slowly unzip the tan DKNY suitcase and begin to place my clothing on soft black velvet hangers. I always overpack. I place my soft sheer unused blouses according to color on my sturdy steel clothing rack. As a gently place each hanger, I run my finger across the cool clothing bar. I begin to envy my clothing. How wonderful to be suspended on a long bar while being gently touched. As I leaf through my clothing I imagine myself being hung by my wrists on a headboard or an apparatus of my lovers choosing. I consent to his commands as it should be. I pull my bedding down and sit quietly on the edge of my king sized bed, deeply massaging lotion on my legs, feet, arms, and thighs. I always take care of myself, but yet continue to deprive myself of those forbidden rewards of my BDSM fantasies. When I feel safe enough I know I will experience a wonderful suspension. I’m venturing out, asking questions, allowing my mind to freely take in the BDSM experiences of others on this site. I am hopeful that one day my BDSM lover will gently yet forcefully suspend me by my wrists.
5 years ago. June 3, 2019 at 8:05 AM