Another wonderful weekend has passed. This was our first weekend completely alone in a while to do as we pleased in a long time. We often have plans with friends or family, responsibilities and obligations, but this weekend we spent just being together and feeding our insatiable appetites.
Because it’s been a while since we’ve had a whole weekend to ourselves, we dabbled in a bit of everything.
“What am I going to do with you, my kitten?”
“All the things”
Friday night and Saturday were filled with impact play. This is always a favorite of mine. Spankings, floggers, whips, and belt… Yes, please! Sometime on Saturday afternoon, after a few impact play sessions, while prowling into the walk-in closet where he found me in only underwear, Sir said “I don’t know why, but I just feel like hitting you with things this weekend” which of course led to more play. These kinds of statements always make me chuckle. The blasé way we discuss things that the vanilla world would gasp at.
Sir tells me I look beautiful in red ❤️
Saturday night we went to Dave & Busters and played lots of games. I’m a horrible loser and Sir was on a winning streak so there was a bit of pouting and a few “hrmph” from me, which for some reason Sir finds adorable (as long as I don’t throw a fit or be mean).
Then we headed to TopGolf for my company’s holiday party. We had a lot of fun and Sir was the perfect date. I’m a terrible golfer but despite my antics after each ridiculous swing, every time I would turn back to look at Sir, his face had “that look”. You know the one; arrogant and sexy as hell, like he plans to devour me and he knows he’ll leave my shattered body quivering and begging for more. I didn’t understand why he had that look when I was being silly and embarrassing, until he whispered to me that he had a perfect view of his kitten’s bum in her tight jeans the whole time I was golfing.
“You look so happy” – people when they see me with Sir. “That’s because I am” – me.
Saturday night was filled with all kinds of play. But it ended with wax and knife play. This has recently become a contender for favorite play time activity for me. Sir blindfolds me and lays me down. “Hands above your head and keep them there” he orders. He trusts me to obey and to be still despite the lack on bonds. Seconds feel like minutes as I wait for the first drops of the wax to hit my skin. The first ones are always the hottest as I wait for my body to acclimate. He covers my stomach and thighs first with drops of wax as I moan and giggle (it tickles a bit). Then he pauses to massage my breasts and between my legs, working me into a tizzy. He pinches my nipples sending me over the edge and yet I’m instantly ready for more. It’s only seconds before I feel the wax dripping onto my breasts and inner thighs. Covering the places he left open before. The combined sensation of the light touch on my most sensitive places and burning heat sends me into a fit of breathy giggles.
Sir let me help clean up this time. He began removing the wax from my thighs with his knife. When he was about half way through with my body, I asked if I could try. He granted me this request and watched as I ran the blade down my sternum and over my ribs removing the flakes of wax in my trail. His eyes followed the tip of the blade and he hummed appreciatively at the show I was giving him.
“There’s so much wax” I giggle. “Mmm hmm, because you respond to it so well my kitten” he says as I squeeze my thighs together and my nipples harden.
Sunday we went to a rope dojo. We did lots of things but my favorite part was a game based on intimacy and listening to your bottom. The Top had to perform a certain tie on the bottom, but any time the bottom was particularly enjoying a moment or something the Top was doing, then the bottom would say “pause” and the Top had to pause until the bottom gave a cue that the Top could continue. Basically every time my Sir would get within 10 inches of me, I would say “pause”. Having our faces just inches apart while I’m wrapped in his arms and ropes…. *happy sigh*. I ad libbed by making my cue to continue, “kiss me”. It’s funny how power exchange can look like one thing on the outside but really it’s something else. From the outside it looks like I’m the one calling the shots. But if you looked closer, you’d see that I’m still the one being tied up in ropes and my “pauses” are all based on my total focus on him and observing his reactions. I “pause” when I see the ghost of a smirk, a flash of love or desire in his eyes, a slight parting of his lips. The command may be falling off my tongue but it’s still him who leads the scene and me who eagerly follows.
As always, I’m forced to watch him go. To feel the string that connects my heart to his tug and strain with the distance. He will be back, I know, but for now I must wait.