Richard and I live about an hour from each other. Our jobs put us in closer proximity to each other yet it is still quite a drive sometimes with traffic. So…….
Richard rented us a small apartment between our homes so we can have a place to be together without one of us always traveling the longer distance. Yet last night Richard was tired and really wasn’t expecting me to text him and say… “want to see me tonight?”. After all we had spent the previous night together. My plans for the day ended earlier than expected and so….I couldn’t help but text him hoping he would want to meet at the apartment.
He suggested I come to his house instead…..he told me to stop at the apartment and pick up a few things. “Bring a medium sized cane….no, make it a smaller one. One of the whippy ones. I am thinking I should give your bottom a rest after yesterday. And the whippier one can be used anywhere.”
Gulp………….but really I was grateful. You have no idea how very grateful I was when he said that. The previous morning had included a hard experience involving a small knife and a little blood. I am not quite ready to go into any great detail, it’s enough to say that I am grateful he was willing to give me time to recover.
Anyway…so when I walked into the apartment I picked out two of my favorite canes…my wrist restraints…a large cosmetic bag full of clothespins and a half full bottle of wine from dinner the night before. I thought it would go great with the dinner that I knew Richard was cooking for us. Grilled pork chops….baked potatoes….salad and wine. I think every sub should have a Dom like that. 🙂
I walked into his house and he was grilling the pork chops out on his deck. Now there is something about a handsome man cooking….grilling is even better. He greeted me and told me how lovely I looked, teased me about my little dress and gave me a
a huge hug. He wanted to see my bottom right away to see how I was healing so he turned me around and lifted my skirt right there in the kitchen. Something told me the movie I rented to help him feel better would go unwatched. He casually explored my body with his hands. After a few more seconds he patted me on the bottom…..and isn’t that the universal sign to go ahead and stand up. I strightened myself and let my dress fall back into place. His smile told me he was pleased to see me even though he wasn’t feeling 100%. He looked just fine to me though and I have to wonder if his sniffles were not just a sly way to get me to drive into the city.
We shared a wonderful dinner. He is such a fun conversationsalist. I knew that the very first time I sat down with him. He is engaging and interesting. And I am almost at the point where I can sit through a meal with him without feeling nervous. Plus he is an awesome cook.
With dinner behind us and the wine bottle now emptied he suggested we go into his bedroom. He asked to see what I brought with me and I showed him the two canes and then the bag of pins and restraints that I had decided to bring on my own. His eyebrow lifted slightly and he looked at me a bit appraisingly. I think he was pleased that I took the initiative to pick something else out.
I have an issue with clothespins. Clothespins and clamps are the best kind of pain. They do not give that crisp white bite of pain like the cane does…it isn’t thuddy like a paddle or snappy like a belt. It is a pain that bites right away and then grows hot and achey. And when there are only a few on it is agony because you have to feel the individual bites and it is so isolated. When there are a lot on it is almost easier to take because it becomes one big pain and it hard to tell where each clips hurts…and it is hard to tell if it is his fingers pulling up your skin to apply another clip or is it just the pull of an existing pin. Richard does very little in moderation and tonight was no different.
I stood in front of him and he pulled my dress over my head tossing it on the chair in his room. My panties came off next and I was standing nude in front of him. He always takes a minute to just look at me after undressing me. I never feel more naked than when his eyes search my entire body. I feel trembly sometimes and shaky standing there in front of him knowing what he has done to me, knowing what he is capable of doing to me.
He told me to lay down across the bed and he laid down beside me. Sometimes he right away jumps into whatever sadistic evil plan he has in his head…meaning sometime the pain comes right away. Tonight he pulled me against him and kissed me deeply. I am still in awe from Richard’s kisses. With his kisses usually comes pain..his hands find my breasts and pull and twist my nipples painfully. He bites and and nips at my lips and my neck and…oh I have trouble writing about this sometimes because I can just get so amazingly hot replaying it in my head. Kisses from Richard are perfection. He doesn’t come across at first as the kind of Dominant that likes to kiss his sub…I do not think he has always kissed his submissives. I get lots of kisses though and it feels right and natural and so I greedily take them. Like he said to me today…”what a greedy little cunt you are.”
He sat up and started to put my restraints on my wrists. I think I say this everytime I mention my restraints but I LOVE THEM!!! They are the one thing I carried over from my relationship with M to my relationship with R. I guess when I was given to Richard he should have been told…accessories sold separetly. 🙂
Once my restraints were on he played with me a bit more and I was eager to do whatever he asked so when he told me he wanted my lips around his cock I didn’t hesitate. I like being down there against the very heat of him. I like how he smells and I like the weighted feel of him in my mouth. I especially like when he holds my head still and thrusts into my mouth..and the feeling of barely being able to take all of him without gagging. I like doing this for him and love how he can just tell me to do it anytime. He knows I will obey him.
He had me on my back he opened up the bag of clothes pins. I had added to the bag two clips that have a semi heavy metal chain connecting them. He dumped them all out on the bed beside me and immediatly pulled that set from the pile. “Ahhh…perfect” he said laying it to the side. He told me to spread my legs for him. This is still a little hard sometimes but I managed to do it without fussing too much. He pinched each of my nipples hard and I felt a slight sheen of sweat creep from beneath my skin to dampen my breasts.
He picked up the pins with the heavy chain between them and placed one pin on one nipple and then the second one on the other. He kissed the tips of my nipples and pulled on the chain. I heard myself moan and lift up to follow the pull of the chain. He dropped it suddenly and instead started to apply the pins in a circle around my breasts. First one and then the other… pin after pin they went on. Each one hurting worse than the first one. He is an expert at what skin is the most sensitive. He clipped the skin right above my cunt…right at my hairline. He ran a string of pins down each side biting into the thin skin covering my ribs.
He told me he was going to use them all. I was pouring sweat and trying so hard to satay on top of this pain. I felt a tug to be pulled away…I was on the cusp of slipping into super sub space. I knew I dangerously close to the edge and the part of me that so desperatly needed this pain welcomed him when he pressed his hand down against my pin covered breast…causing them all to pull my tight skin in a thousand different biting directions. He pulled at them and pressed into them. His lips kissed me again and I felt his mouth at my throat. He bit softly into my skin and continued downward biting at my nipples once more.
His hand rested at my throat and he tapped my cheek gently. I looked up at him thinking he was making sure I had not slipped away. After I looked up at him he brought his hand down across my cheek. He slapped me again, and then again across my face. Hard enough where I could feel the imprint of his fingers but not hard enough to leave a lasting bruise or mark. He rarely hits me in the face but when he does….wow. It is the swiftess way to sub space, Nothing focuses me faster or more completly than his hand coming down across the same cheek that his hands so lovingly caress.
What goes on must come off… and the light in his eyes changed. I knew he was ready to take them off. Now for anyone who has never had clothespins on your body let me explain something. They are a thousand times worse coming off. Maybe a million. And there were so many on me. I felt the familiar wave of panic pull me down. I heard my voice begging him not to take them off, I felt his resolve in his grasp as he pressed my hands back above my head. I hated myself for begging and for the fear of the pain that I knew was coming. He soothed me….he calmed me with his words and while holding my hands above my head he removed at least six of the clips with his mouth. It was the most sensually painful experience ever. It was fierce pain given as gently as possible. Somehow though it didn’t meet his sadistic need to hurt me. His fingers grasped the middle of the chain and he began to pull. “I am going to pull this off. ” he said.
“No..please,” I rememeber saying trying to clutch at his hands. He brushed me away and pulled the chain hard….and finally the biting stretch gave way and the clips were off my nipples. “Thank you.” I whispered against his mouth.
He pulled one and then the other into his mouth biting at me. I was a damp mass of pain in his bed….terrified of what was to come knowing he would show me no mercy. I felt him grasp three clips together and pull. And then three more. With every group that came off he rubbed the skin and made me cry out from the pain of his touch.
Most of the clothespins were off. I struggled against him the pain was so intense. “I want my cock in your mouth when I pull of the rest.” he said this low against my ear as he started to push me lower down his body. I was barely able to draw him into my mouth so overwhelmed I was with the pain and with just trying to calm down enough to breath. I stopped once and he prctically growled for me to continue. I felt his hand on the clips and felt him press deeply into my mouth and I know I moaned against his cock anticipating the coming pain. When it came I cried out loudly and it sounded muffled and strained against his thrusts into my mouth.
What helped me focus at this point was knowing they were at last all off. I was so close to crying, so close to losing it but never did. He pulled me up closer to himand help me tightly while I trembled. I felt my small shakes and wondered why I was shaking…the fear was past..the anticipation was gone. I was safe and was being held tightly…yet still I trembled. It was a hard intense experience that I know brings him amazing pleasure.
I didn’t think I had slipped away…didn’t really recognize coming in and out of sub space this time. I knew I left because today when he emailed me the picture I couldn’t remember him taking it. I am so glad he did. I can’t quit looking at it. It is one of my favorites so far because it captures so much of my submission….the powerful offering of trust, vulnerability, love and desire that can be trivialized and minimized as being ‘just D/s’.