6 days left.
It is less than a week until I devour my tasty little ButterfliesAndCuffs. Yes, devour. As in eat, consume, demolish, gorge on, take ravenously, use to satisfy myself as I please. So in honor of the remaining 6 days, we both accepted Maxorde's awesome challenge. She posted her answer earlier today. Good thing this will be limited to only 6 things because I could go on and on and on about the brazillion things I love about her:
1. Her tremendous mind and will and heart. She already had it goin' on when we met, but she keeps getting better, stronger, faster. She has the technology. She has somehow become... more, and in every way. And not because of me! It is because she keeps trying and reaching for the next thing, no matter how far away it is. And she reaches it too, every time.
2. There is just no other person - I mean Nobody - that makes me laugh as much as she does. We make up games, we invent new words, and it is insane how much time we spend just falling over in tears because one of us said something that just killed both of us. More often than not it is something so silly, so dumb, that not many people would think it was funny. But we always do.
3. I have mentioned on a few occasions that at first I thought she was just too sweet for words, and she totally is. But turns out that she is NAUGHTY!!! Like crazy sexy naughty. Like super whorey naughty. Like necessary to take night classes just to comprehend how naughty. Like I need to take out a second mortgage just to afford additional space for all her naughty. Wow.
4. Ok, I left this one out of the first few spots and waited until I thought it had been enough time and was safe to whip it out, because it could cause some serious damage, mentally and physically. And because I didn't want everyone to think I am shallow. I mean, I am, but I don't want that to take away from the rest of the list. I'm talking about her glorious smile! Have you seen it? Her smile absolutely devastates me. No kidding, I could happily see it everyday for the rest of my life.
(Honorable mention: killer body!)
5. She loves me. How could I not include that on this list? And she proves it everyday without ever having to prove it. It is in everything she says and does, the way she looks at me, her willingness and eagerness to submit in every way. The way she makes me want to be a better Dom and a better man. The way she has touched me, physically and emotionally, that says "I love you" without even saying it.
6. She is my sub, the best I could ever ask for. But she is also my friend, my light, my lover, my love, my reason, and my just everything. All mine.
(And no kidding - go look at that smile!)
Or 1 week, whichever.
We haven't distilled it down to hours yet but surely that will be happening soon. Not long ago it was more than a month away so I can deal with 7 days because when that final hour arrives I will be in possession of my own - and my owned - ButterfliesAndCuffs.
Since she will be going out with friends tonight I will take the opportunity to catch up with some of my friends that I kinda haven't talked to in a while due to there being this little toy I enjoy playing with instead. And she is SO much fun to play with. And to do everything else with/to as well.
She added a new post on her blog today about something that we have discussed many times because of how remarkable and head-shakey it is: just how totally off-putting our profiles were to each other initially. So much so that we both thought there was no way either of us would ever be right for the other, or even interested in more than friendship.
But she is (among countless other things) so much more loyal and obedient and submissive than I assumed she could be, so much more of a masochist than she let on, as naughty and whorey as I could hope for, and with a much stronger heart, mind, and body than I imagined. I am continually amazed at just how complete and completely amazing she really is.
But, lest you think that I had completely misjudged her, know this: she is as sweet and kind and loving and tender and intelligent and fragile and delicate and beautiful as everyone thinks she is. Even more so, if that's possible. And she's fucking hilarious!
In fairness, at first she had me all wrong too! Funny thing about profiles, we are not exclusively our kinks and limits and pictures and descriptions and words on a screen; we are almost never exactly the people that our profiles suggest. So, at first we had each other wrong, but somehow that led to us now having each other. She may have been the first to say it today, but I wholly concur: being wrong can be pretty fucking awesome sometimes.
Today I have two very important points to make so listen carefully and don't get lost -
1. Doms fall in love too.
2. Time is a butthole.
You frequently hear and read about how a sub loves her Dom, how she is devoted and committed to her Sir, that her heart beats only for Him, and so on. Yet, from what I am told, it goes largely unmentioned how often a Dom falls for his sub. If true, perhaps part of the reason is that some Doms believe it removes some of control they have over their subs? That they can't dominate their own subs if they can't first dominate their own feelings? That their Dom colors are fading, or their Dom pants are beginning to rip apart at the seams?
Bullshit. They are in love with their subs and for some ridiculous reason they dont want the world to know. But it happens, and I suspect it happens a lot. I know that it does because it happened to me. I am in love with my sub, my good girl, the caretaker of my property, my dirty whore, my own ButterfliesAndCuffs. And I wont let it go unmentioned - because I do want the whole world to know. We both do.
And that doesn't weaken our dynamic, it strengthens it. It does not mean that I own less of her, but that I possess her now more than ever. My love does not distract her from my dominance, it makes her feel her submission more profoundly.
How fucking cool is that!
On to my second point...
8 days to go. 8 fucking days. 8 fuck off days. 8 go fuck yourself days.
8 Macarthur Park days. (7 extra points if you get that reference. Not 8 points, because today 8 sucks.)
8 "It's an honor just to be nominated" days. Except it's not an honor since I already won yet I have to wait another shitfuck 8 days to accept my award..
I keep reminding myself that it is just a matter of time, and that time is a butthole. Time can suck sweaty llama balls. Time is the unlaundered shit stain on the underpants of always. Time can't even afford a trial period parking pass in the friendzone of ass.
I pee in the face of time, but not in a hot, sexy way. Time doesn't get the good stuff, it gets the bottom of the bladder, left over coffee grounds pee.
Nope, all of the best of everything I am is reserved for - and because of - my one. The only one I want. The one I own. The one I love. My ButterfliesAndCuffs.
To summarize:
I am in love with my sub.
And 8 days can kiss my ass.
I have this little piece of property I own a few hours from here that I like to visit, travel through, spread some seeds, loving and appreciating and doing whatever I want with. I'll be spending some time on and in my property very soon.
In preparation for that trip (and because this sort of thing seems to be quite a lot of fun for a lot of people) I'm going to tell you about it while I check the calendar for the 3rd time already today -
Countdown to my Love.
As you may have already heard, on March 24 I will once again be holding and loving and laughing with my wonderful, glorious ButterfliesAndCuffs (yes, yes, butt stuff too. Geez, I thought I told you to mind your own business!) She is the most amazing woman I have ever met, the kindest heart I have ever felt, a treasured friend, my most prized possession, the best sub I could ever want, and the only toy I will ever want to own and play with ever again.
She is all of these and so much more; so many, many wonderful things. It has been too long since the last time I held her, too long since she looked up at me with eyes that say "take me or I will devastate you with my radiant smile!"
And we get to meet with our sneaky friend Precor whom some of you may remember from right here. We have a few things to thank her for in person.
9 days and counting. Ugh, maybe I should go check the calendar a 4th time.
People keep coming up to me on the street, in the stores, at the circus, even when I'm just getting out of the shower,
and everyone has the same question:
LJ - why are you so happy? Why are you smiling so much? What's with the extra spring in your step?
Why are you sooo hard sooo all the time?
I tell them:
Because I own this.
(And if somehow that doesn't answer their question I tell them to take a look at this!)
And because I am sooo proud and I want the whole world to know.
Thank you to my very own amazing ButterfliesAndCuffs for this fun challenge.
I couldn't decide on just one so to keep it brief I wrote short wiseassy captions.
Dom - "How many times have I told you not to shave your pussy while I'm eating it? You bitch look what you've done to my head!"
Sub - "Yeah, well, I guess that's what you get for taking the ropes off."
Like those times when you set down your phone, walk into another room - and then can't remember where you left it. You check every room in the house, your car, your pockets, but still can't find it! You check everywhere again and again, even start looking in crazy spots like the fridge, the toilet tank, your own pussy...
"Hmmm, I think I've seen this episode before. Ah yes, I remember now. This is the one where the main character peers into the magic box hoping to find the semen he left there the last time he came through town. The picture is a little fuzzy around the edges but maybe if I just kick the stand a few times..."
"What do you mean your 'ass water just broke?' " No don't touch it, you haven't washed your hands! Just relax and I'll apply pressure until help arrives. Dammit I told you not to order the Szechuan!"
Step 1. Insert finger A into release vent B to prevent any unintentional leakage.
Step 2. Grip hand C tightly around release vent D to block air from exiting.
Step 3. Wash with gentle soap and warm water, and leave out to air dry.
Step 4. Return unit to the back of Daddy's closet before Mommy gets home.
"No, no, stop, I told you I'm ticklish! Agghhh get off me!"
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Like the moment that you realize that you accidentally left your ventriloquist dummy at the whorehouse.
"It's ok babygirl, I know you haven't eaten in several weeks, but Daddy is here now and I've taken care of everything. I promise, once you smell the large pizza I just ordered for myself those roofies will wear off real quick."
"Wait a second... didn't I leave some semen here last time I came through town?"
Step 1. Pretentious GQ pose.
Step 2. Hand on hip for maximum sass.
Step 3. Belt handy in case someone wearing assless chaps happens by for a quick visit.
and...
Shit. I sat on my stapler again didn't I. Great, my stapler is up my ass again. This always happens. And I'm out of frame. I hate selfies.
(Now that was fun!)
Eyes that could interpret the dreams of angels, and a smile that could give heaven an orgasm.
She is mine.
Thank you to Cai for this fun challenge.
It only took me a few seconds to think of this one. It is an inside joke that only makes sense to 1 person, and only she knows why it's so funny and why it moves me.
And it doesn't hurt that it is by the greatest band ever.
I'm nervous and sweaty, and a little bit scared too.
Sometime around mid-November last year, I caught something. I thought it was just a little tickle, a temporary bug that would probably pass all by itself, but it didn't.
About a month later while celebrating a friend's birthday I realized that it was no longer simply a little tickle. In fact I had grown so accustomed to living with it everyday that it had somehow grown stronger without my even having noticed.
Then for the next month or so the symptoms only got worse and worse, and I had begun to worry that I might never recover. By the beginning of this month things were really, really bad so I decided it was past time to see what what the hell I was suffering from, hopped a plane, and flew out to consult a professional about it.
Long trip, boring flight - followed by 6 days and 5 nights of Us.
Me and Her. Learning and experiencing everything about each other; non-stop touching, constantly laughing, finishing each other's thoughts, and never wanting to let go of each other or even get dressed (yes, yes, fine, butt stuff too if you must know. Geez, mind your own business!) It wasn't merely right - it was weird right. And both of us feel better and happier together than either of us could remember being.
She is amazing. We are amazing together. And as it turns out I wasn't sick at all, I was just crushing wicked hard!
So here I am, 3 months, 6 days, 5 nights and forever later. A bit wet, but in a nice, warm, happy, scared way. And all I want to do is to shout loudly enough that everyone can hear:
ButterfliesAndCuffs, my dearest little love, now that I've caught you I will not let go. I never want to be without you.
Deal with it.
