HNT – Nearly In The Rigging

RiggingSometimes what happens can only be in our heads.

The weekend was wonderful but frustrating. We were staying with family so that we could all have a day out together. A day by the sea, a day visiting a historic ship.

But when your family doesn’t know that you’re poly (much less about kink) you have to be on your best ‘public’ behaviour all the time. The frustration was made no better by actually being in public.

I would have had my boy kneel at my feet, so I could stroke his hair and hold him. Instead we acknowledged the desire standing as close together as we dared while we had a moment alone.

When we walked onto the deck of the ship together we looked at the expanse of deck in the sunshine. We gazed up at the masts towering above us. We cast envious eyes on the rope, everywhere (everywhere!) about the ship. If I could, I would have had my boy naked in moments, tied him tight to the rigging and flogged him right there on the deck with whatever piece of rope came to hand. Instead I grabbed my camera and took a photo that says something of where our hearts were, of where we wanted to be, of the fantasy that lives inside every waking moment.

I will say that when we finally got home we turned that frustration and fantasy into something real and special but that is another story entirely.

Happy HNT!

Arriving Where We Wanted To Be

Mat and I had planned a weekend together. Our plans had included places we wanted to go, things we wanted to see and the promise of a space where we could play.

After an incredibly early start, the day had been spent travelling and sightseeing. We finally arrived at the hotel late in the afternoon. The friendly receptionist gave us the key and directed us around the long corridors to our destination. Finally we opened the door and peered into the room…

…the room was huge with an enormous double bed beneath the open beams. We looked at each other in delight, this was the perfect place to play. Within moments, at my command, my boy had stripped down to his pink panties and naturally enough he knelt at my feet. Here we were truly a Domme and her boy.

Swiftly I found the rope and fastened him to the beams. I pulled down his panties and whipped him where he stood, tied in place; enjoying the space and the sense of freedom. Then I lay back on the bed to relax. I regarded him standing there and enjoying the sight of him bound in my rope and at my pleasure. I wanked myself while he watched me.

The beginning of an awesome weekend in so many ways.

Start As You Mean To Go On

Last year I had some amazing sexual experiences however I’d given no thought as to what might be coming next .
To my surprise and delight within hours of New Year (the exact time depending on your time zone) Perrin started it off in style.
Arriving home to be reunited with Mat then resulted in an amazing lovemaking session one night and an intense one fucking my bitch the next.

All in all, an amazing, intense and emotional start to what I hope will be a good year.

One Wise Man

The Christmas story is supposed to contain wise men. Here is a story of one of them.

I’m going away for Christmas to see my family. Not ‘around the corner’ away, or even ‘across the country’ away, no this is ‘the other side of the world’ away. With that comes timezone changes and means I can no longer rely on free, instant communication wherever I am.
So I will be further away from my boyfriend than I have ever been, for longer than I have ever been, with less communication with him than I have ever had.

For me this is a cause of huge insecurity. Long distance relationships have always seemed to lead to long distance breakups. While right now I feel loved, confident and happy; at the same time a little voice keeps nagging me ‘what if you’re wrong’.
So I’m afraid to go, afraid to come back, afraid of the future.

Enter one wise man stage left. [You may use two coconuts for an unconvincing camel sound effect if you wish.]

My boyfriend has amazed me with his reaction.
He listened to my fears, seriously, without belittling them or me.
He told me that he loves me, that he will be there when I return. He told me this directly, looking me in the eye. I know he was telling me the simple truth and that means so much to me.

Still I am insecure, this is an emotional reaction I cannot fully control.
Then, my darling really took my breath away. He didn’t blame me for feeling insecure. Instead he told me that he would not tell me again that he would still be there, because it wouldn’t help me; that the only thing that would convince me was time, was coming back and finding him there.

Nothing he could have said could have calmed me more than that simple statement. Nothing could have made me feel more loved and understood. These are my emotions, mine to fight and control. No desperate avowal of promises can override my fears, but coming home to find our love unchanged will strengthen my faith and confidence immeasurably.

For all he is my boy, he is also a very wise man and I respect him incredibly deeply for that and love him more than I can say.

I look forward to coming home to him.