Collared

My dear Lily and I, finally had a chance to sneak some time together, back in April. This post has taken me awhile- mostly because I wasn’t ready to write it, without some time passing, to think and process and understand and savor- mostly, to process and savor.

I had written a full year before, in a post containing some daydreams, about a fantasy that had flashed by, about placing a collar around my darling girls neck:

Daydreams-

Well, prior to going to find her *this* April, I did something: I ordered a custom made collar, with the lining in my color, and her sweet lil name embossed in it; and, one evening- although we didn’t duplicate precisely the daydream- there were candles; and incense,  and dress and corsets, grooming and loving, and obedience, and my sweet lovely submissive darling princess babygirl Lily.

The sweet rush of loving protectiveness, that washed over me, the huge impact of her smile as she said, “Yes, I’ll wear your collar”… the click of the lock as I snapped it into the latch, her deep, black, shining eyes as I did so; God, the feelings, so deep and intimately connected, the deep-seated trust she gave to me, freely, offering herself to me as her Dom, her Daddy, her “Sai”- lord… mmphf.

Wearing a corset that we’d chosen together, laced and buckled and tied into it; wearing my collar, deeply deeply loved and cherished; sliding the rose that I’d brought for her, into the valley between her breasts and the *smile* on her face, so proud of herself for offering me this gift, and so pleased that *I* was so pleased and needing her so deeply; the feelings were amazingly intense, and more than I’d imagined they could be.

Loving her, sliding into her, her mouth and hands, wet pussy and tight ass, claiming her as my own sweet darling, mmphf. The wonderful, thrilling amount of puddling her pussy does, when she’s turned on; the first slip of my cock into her ass, tight and hot, as she squrimed against me, accepting me there, too; the joy of being with her, of knowing that she’s given herself to me; the fear that I always have, that I’ll let her down, somehow, that serves to keep me aware; the love, over it all, of her, of her presence in my life and heart and soul-

My darling lil One, I love you so much and cherish and treasure you, I wish so strongly that I could pamper and spoil my princess properly-

D-

Mine

Bound

On binding thongs and a birthday present ThankYou! :)

Oh, my. I am the luckiest guy around, did you know that? Well, I do, and I am!

On Monday, my love and I have been playing a game, for a long time now; since her normal underwear, on a daily basis, is to be without (IE, she goes commando), we mix it up; so on Mondays, She wears panties and I go commando. Often I get a picture, which makes me squirmy hot, and often the feeling of bare in pants makes me leaky and squirmy.

Monday, though, she mixed it up on me; she instructed me to wear a special birthday gift that she’d sent me, a thong sortof, that’s designed to hold a cock or a strap-on. It’s made of some sort of rubberized tubing, with beads to adjust it, and it’s mmmphf hot-

So, as instructed, instead of being commando I put it on and wore it for her, for a couple of hours. I was at home, so it was under jeans rather than dockers or dress pants, and the denim adds to the feelings as well.

First, there was the physical sensations; the texture wasn’t what I had expected, as I unwrapped it and felt it in my hands. Rather like a rubber band, and as I looked at the instructions I was pleased that it was “assembled”, lol- because I’m not so sure I could have gotten the beads right. As it is, though, I was able to position it properly, and slide it up over my legs- and that’s when I found that being a hairy guy, isn’t all that great, with rubberized things; but, it wasn’t painful, just some tugs, and even that was increasing the feelings of wanting to please…

It also made me start to shrink into sub-space, mentally- to be sliding a special gift on, knowing that it would make her smile, and feeling that tension that always comes from being “bad” with her, under her direction, her control, her ownership.. mmmphf.

As I pulled and adjusted, and slid my cock out through the two center beads, I did wonder how it would do as a strap-on holder; never used one, so I don’t know, but it seemed that it might be too loose; on the other hand, it brought mental pictures of having m’Lady Mommy put a strap-on on, for me, and *that* made me squirm.

Once on, I pulled my jeans up- and found that the combination of straps & pants, was mmphfy- I was very very aware of the physical, as each movement, each flex of leg/ass to walk, made the strap tighter or looser- very intense, at times… god.

But I was even more aware of the feelings, of being bound up in this present, to my lover, my owner, my mistress, my mommy, m’Lady; and wanting deeply to please her; at one point she indicated I could remove it, and I said, “please, not yet, can I wear til noon?”

She laughed, and okayed that- Thank youuuu! 🙂

I could feel her holding me, the entire time I wore it; I could feel her warmth and loving, and at times, i could swear i could feel her kisses and caresses, smoothing where it rubbed, finding where i would have to shave (or, if only SHE could shave ME, god I want that!!!).

My darling lover, my Dommie, m’Lady sweet- thank you for my present, for giving me all you do, for loving me and caring for me, and punishing me and pushing me- thank you for all you give to me!

Oh, and here is the photo I took, to share with you:

Daydreams-

There have been several things lately, that I’ve noted mentally that I want to write out… but somehow they never seemed to come together in my head, to the point where I could write them as fully as I’d like; so I thought I’d take a moment tonight, and just put down some of the little flashy-visuals that I’ve had, and some parts of the much longer involved fantasies that have been in my head as well.

These are going to be rather random, and I’m not going to try to group them as to “when” or “What else” I was thinking. I’m just going to blurt…

…You were bad, so I instructed you, “Go and bring the blue rope here.” You did, and placed it in my hand; I then directed you,
“Remove your clothing. Every stitch. Take a cushion from the setee, one that you think looks nice- because it will now be known as your punishment cushion. Place it on the floor in front of me, and kneel on it; head up, hands out..”
I watched as you did these things, and as you looked up at me, nude and hands outstretched, I leaned over and quickly tied a shibari-cuff around your arms, and said, “Now, lean over, ass high, arms on floor… and when instructed to “Take your punishment position”, this is your sequence; bring rope, strip, obtain cushion, kneel, arms out for tying, then lean over with ass up… and as you lower your head, you will say to me, “Please may I have my punishment now, I know I need it.”

Your eyes went black at my words, and you said softly, as instructed, “Please may I have my punishment now, I know I need it.”

So, as you knelt with your arms bound, and head down on them, with your ass lifted high and bare, I put one knee to the floor next to you; and placing my left hand on your back, I carefully, deliberately, spanked each cheek five times, one after the other, firmly.

As I did, you wriggled.. you squirmed… you gasped… you whimpered… and you puddled…

***

We had been searching and searching, and finally found the perfect set of collars; his and hers. Soft, supple, created to our design, so each was an intricate and intimate reminder to the subbies we are, of the ownership and Dominance that we would give to the other.

We decided that rather than placing on our own necks, the first time, we were going to make the ceremonial collaring as special as our own selves, and our joining one to the other as Dominant and Submissive…

I had set several candles out, and prepared the incense; as you stood before me, eyes down, waiting… I said quietly, “My darling, my sweet little one, are you ready and sure of this?”

“Yes, Oh yes,”…

Together, we moved around the room; lighting each candle in turn, until the room was softly flickering in the light.. the incense filling the air.. and I slowly, gently, very tenderly kissed you, and slowly, gently undressed you; as you stood there, nude female before her clothed male, I admired your beauty, and could see your eyes softening, deepening, as you let yourself feel your own submission rising within you…

I took your hand, and told you that the first part of the ceremony is to prepare you, and as your Dom, it was my job to do so… so I led you to the bath, filled and scented with oils and bubbles.. and carefully guided you into it, where I washed your hair, your skin, your body. Hair was removed, until you gleamed soft and smooth; oils and lotions applied, and gentle towels…

Pressing your shoulders gently, you sank to your knees before me; I stood looking down at you, and made this vow:

“I will cherish you; i will care for you; I will always remember that as your Dominant, my primary job is to give you what you need, be it soft care, or swift pain; I will use you as you need to be used, and pamper you as you deserve to be pampered. I will seek always to ensure your safety and protect your heart, to the very best of my abilities.”

And you replied to me,
“I will obey, and trust, and give you my gift of self; I will submit to your desires, knowing that you are seeking only to fulfil my submissive needs, and always to give fully and joyfully, as I know that will please you; I trust that you will care for me, and while I may not always know why I’m to do things, I will know in my heart that they are for my own satisfaction.”

So, I took out the collar, and asked you to lift your hair, and said,

“This is the only time I will ask, and not instruct, my darling. Will you wear my collar?”

“Yes, Daddy Lord Sai, I will wear it proudly.”

Fastening the collar around your neck, I claimed you and bound you to me… and lifting you to your feet, I led you to the bed where I claimed my sweet little darling by filling her with myself, as we joined deeply and happily together.

***

We found our seats, on the airplane for our escape; settling in, buckling seatbelts, pulling a snatched blanket over our laps, we grinned, we giggled, we kissed and squeezed hands. Takeoff, and holding hands tightly, heads turned to each other, oblivious of the crowds around, kissing and smiling and whispering… dimming of cabin lights, shades pulled down, snuggling under our blanket, laughing at ourselves as we tried to entwine our feet, tried to get even closer… a little gasp, as my fingers teased up your thigh, slipping your skirt higher under the blanket, finding a pantiless mound shaved smooth and soft… a squirming wriggle, as your little fingers found my zipper, and unzipped, unsnapped, opened my pants…
pausing as the steward offered drinks, using the tray to help hide our movements… shifting in the seats, adjusting, slipping onto my lap and laying sideways, letting your thighs fall open a bit, so I could access your sweet juices, smearing fingertips around & finding that sexy hot steamy puddle…
feeling your hand grasping me, moving my balls, softly stroking… your fingertips across the slit, lifting my leaking precum to your mouth for a taste, your eyes closing as you sucked it off…
more whisper movements, turning, sliding onto me more fully, spreading legs… guiding fingers, probing cock, opening pussy… heat, wetness, slick, cock entering, stifling your breath, holding your hips and caressing your breasts as you maneuver onto me…
fucking, slow and careful and quiet, little glances of “oh my god we’re doing this”, watching.. wondering, “can anyone tell? would we care? Oh my god, we’re fucking here…”
sharp spasms, deep pulses, deep fast breathing, shhhh… orgasms, sticky hot cum into you, leaking mixture down my shaft and balls… giggling cleanup sortof, shifting, side by side, holding, looking into each others eyes, laughing, caressing, playing in our “goop” together… loving you, feeling your love for me, slow drift to a nap, chuckling together and stuck together…

***

We sailed from NY on a hot afternoon, out the lower harbor, meeting the Atlantic swells; the day was bright, sunspots glittering on the water, Lorelei making a rainbow with her bow wave in the wind. Laughing, talking, sharing and pleased as we slipped away from land, and work and  jobs and worries and cares.
As we sailed out, in the bright hot sun, we stripped, and I pulled you to me, feeling your sweet brown body with mine, tucking you next to me, showing you how we adjust sails and rudder, teaching you to bring Lorelei alive in your hands; we laughed at the spray, chilly across our overheated skin. We ensured I wouldn’t burn to a crisp, my yankee-winter-white skin so pale compared to yours, the sharp smell of the sunblock filling our noses, the tang of the salt air, the sound of rushing water and crackling sails, our laughter as you looked backward at the wake, rather wiggly…

We sailed, and we laughed, and we made love there in the cockpit, joining together in peaceful happy giddy togetherness, sharing love and experiences and learnings..

So we laughed and sang and loved, and sailed away…

***

That will do, for now- I wanted to get some of this out there, for you my darling; m’Lady, my Lily, my sweet love… There’s so much more I want to say, and will, but for now that will do. Just remember this-

I love you

Shibari

My love and I were sneaky, and we snatched some time together last week; I flew to her on Monday, and sadly had to leave her again on Wednesday. During that special time, though, we were able to play in so many different ways, albeit swiftly; we had a picnic, we went shopping for lingerie, we fulfilled a request I had, we had a bubble bath together in a big whirlpool tub in the hotel room… AND, we made time to try something that has intrigued us both, for a long time.

We went to Lowe’s, together, and wandered along to the “rope and chain” section, and purchased some soft braided lengths of clean white line. Perhaps more prosaic to buy at the home-center, but there’s still something fun about shopping together, evaluating which texture will feel best on her soft skin, which is too thin and would cut into her too much, which would be too thick to make pretty lines around her. As we’re wont to say, “mmphf”, lol!

So, Wednesday morning, she slipped into the room as I lay sleeping, about eight; and we spent time just snuggling and talking and smoking, having coffee, just being together… which was heavenly, but by the time we got out of the bed, we were going to be pressed for time, unfortunately. However, I was adamant that we were going to try this…

I had her stand before me, nude, and pulled the new rope from it’s packaging… watching her more than what I was doing, I found the center of the 30′ line, and looped that behind her neck, under her soft hair.

I’m not going to repeat the step-by-step instructions, which I had studied here; suffice it to say, without having the instructions open and available, I worked from memory as best I could (and, with the exception of adding an extra wrap around her waist, and not having the time to adjust properly I got the diamonds too small), it worked.

I pulled the lines under her sex, up and around, softly pulling, gently adjusting; there is something infinitely sexy, about having a willing submission to being wrapped up to me, that was thrilling; I could see occasional catches in her breathing, that matched my own, even as I was focused on the “how”, there was a clear underlying feeling of what it means, to bind another, to deeply feel her own willing need tobe bound, to be wrapped and tied.

When I had the harness on her, I took a few photographs, so that I could look back on it, and remember, and so she could see what I was seeing; the contrast of the clean white rope against her smooth, soft, tan skin.. the fall of her hair, the look in her eyes, the expression on her face, was absolutely wonderful.

I then moved her to the bed, and took two more lengths of matching line, and formed rope shackles around her thigh, just above the knee, and connected that to an upper wrap of the harness, spreading and pulling her legs apart, and fastening them so.. I’m looking at a photo of that position, and her beauty and the adorable expression of trust & soft submission is amazing…

I looked down at her, as she lay on the bed, looking up at me, open and vulnerable and sweetly aroused, and had her masturbate for me like that, for a time… I watched her touch and fingers dance in her pussy, watched her hips move, her eyes and face change, her breath causing her bound-up breasts to move, with the nipples darkened and hardened, until I couldn’t stand it anymore, and had to touch and taste and fuck her, wrapped and tied as she was…

When we were done, I unwound, untied, and freed her from the restraints, and we had to take a few more pictures, as the ropes and wraps had left sexy imprints on her skin; here’s an example of where the rope had passed along her ass, marking her as mine even when the harness isn’t there:

I can’t describe properly the feelings I had, even rushed, that tying

As we talked about this later, we both agreed that we want more of it- but, we also want more time to spend on it, and I shared a little bit of fantasy on what I envision, when we can, that I want to share:

I sat in the chair, as she stood before me, wearing a pretty sundress and heels that showed her pretty feet off, with their purple nails. I said quietly, “take off the dress”.  She smiled softly and slowly, deliberately removed it, and stood holding it, waiting. “Go hang it up,” I instructed, and watched as she turned and obediently found a hangar and placed it carefully in the closet. I sat and admired her lithe body move, tan and supple . When  finished, she again stood before me, waiting patiently as I looked from her feet, slowly up the length of her  legs, across  neatly groomed mound, along  tummy and breasts, where the nipples were already starting to harden, up to the soft cloud of dark hair.

“Light the candles, little one, and the champa, and turn off the lights,” I instructed from my chair, and watched intently as she moved gracefully around the room, lighting the champa and placing it into the carved holder, then around to each candle, the soft mellow glow of the flames faint in the light, but soon shining brightly as more were lit, and turned off the harsh electric light. Once again returning to stand before me, this time bathed and skin glowing in the yellower, softer light, highlighting her breasts and the sweet loveliness of her dark eyes as they sparkled, almost glowing in with eager anticipation.

“Kneel, darling, and put your hands behind your neck,” I whispered, clearing my throat as my own breathing changed, watching as she carefully knelt, and placed her hands behind her head; I love seeing that position, as it forces her back up, breasts thrust out, and her looking up at me. We stayed like that for a bit, as I let the feelings of dominance and control wash through me, and seeing her own expressions change as she felt the submissive in her come alive.

“Now go and fetch the rope, sweet darling- but you may not stand,” I said eventually, and she nodded “okay”, and moved on her knees to collect and bring the clean white soft rope to me.

I took them from her, and separated the lines, putting the shorter pieces aside. I ran some of it across her chest, teasing her with the texture, and then looped the long length around the back of her neck, and stood up. Reaching down, I took her hands in mine, and helped her to her feet, so she was standing before me again, with long tails of white line falling along the front of her tan body.

I gently began to wrap her, slowly and deliberately bringing the ropes through her legs, pressing against her mound and pussy, teasing the lips with my fingers, sliding it along her opening a bit, letting her feel the texture with her sensitive pussy lips, and feeling her arousal evidenced by the moisture that was already oozing from her… around, through, over, slowly tying her, watching her eyes and breathing; I paused now and then, to adjust the fit of the harness, making sure that she felt the wrappings as I bound her to me… feeling the emotions swirling through me, as I claimed her in this way…

Her nipples grew harder, darker, little bumps and crinkles in the areola becoming more pronounced… her hips moved, involuntarily shifts became ever more rapid, as we shared this intimate time together. The scent from the incense, the flicker of the candles, the sounds of our breathing, the little murmurs as I worked were amazingly exciting; I could feel my arousal deepening, my longing, aching need for her increasing with each motion, each movement adding to the intensity. Finally, I stepped behind her with the last of the wrap, and carefully wound it off, wrapping it around and around two of the back-crossings.

Stepping back and looking, I whispered to her, “You have never looked so lovely, my precious darling; come, see,” and taking her hand, I led her to the mirror so she could see for herself how sensually beautiful she was, with her skin criss-crossed in the rope, each twist and curve and line formed contrasting sharply with her tan skin.

Her eyes glowed black, as she looked, turning and twisting to see better, until I turned her and took her face in my hands, and gently tilted her mouth up to kiss her softly, holding her by the cheeks; then, I stepped back and said, “Undress me now, sweet little bound-one. I want to see you moving and doing things, all tied up and mine.”

She unbuttoned my shirt, carefully kissing my chest and stomach as she revealed more, and slipped it off me. Seeing her from behind, as she took it to the closet to hang, with the wraps of rope around her torso, and the two lines crossing her ass and to her front, made me squirm and I could feel a dribble of precum form, in my pants. She returned and gently unbuckled, unzipped and snapped, and lowered my pants, kneeling as she worked them off my feet, then again to the closet.

She walked back to me, and I sat again, and just looked- devouring her with my eyes, standing there wearing nothing but her heels

and Shabari harness, waiting; I said, “Now, sweetie, you’re going to do a few things for me, just because I like the thought of having you dressed like that and doing things, just because. First, I want coffee.”

She made the inarticulate mmphfygrowl sound that I adore hearing, and immediately said, “Okay Sai,” and turned to make it; her sweet face concentrating, little movements with her mouth and tongue as she worked, intense and beautiful. While we waited for it to brew, I had her turn, and put one foot up on a chair, facing me- just so I could admire the gleam of her juices, as she felt the rope moving around her lips, and she told me she could feel herself getting wetter just from being bound.

When the coffee was ready, she filled my cup and brought it to me, waiting until I sipped, and told her it was good- “Oh good, yay!” she replied, with a little bouncy wriggle; that look of joy when she knows she’s pleased me, is thrilling to me, and I could feel my smile growing. Looking at her, I could tell she wanted something, so I asked, “What do you want, little one? What’s going on in that mischievous mind of yours?”

“Cockcicle!” she said, “I want some, may I please please have some?”

Laughing, I nodded, and said, “Yes, my darling, you may- come and taste.”

She gave a wriggle of pleasure, and then once more knelt before me, putting her hand on my thigh, pulling the dark fall of her hair to the side, and lowered her mouth to me, using her lips and tongue to taste the head, licking the precum off, making little “mmm” sounds as she tasted me, then softly lowered her mouth onto me, using her lips to caress my shaft, sucking a little, tongue moving around.

God, the feelings when she does that! So intense, so amazing; when my darling uses her mouth on me, there’s no question of her own pleasure, of her enjoyment. Never do I have the feeling that this is a chore she’s performing for Me, or a “duty”; no, she revels in the taste and texture and scents, which makes me enjoy it even more.

I had intended on fucking her, but watching and feeling this, I changed my mind, so I said, “Darling girl, you’re going to make me cum with your mouth. Tonight, I want to feel you worshipping my cock, and taking it into your mouth, and I want to spurt it in you that way, so I can watch you savor it and feel you pleasing me, just because.”

Again, an inarticulate noise, and as much of a ‘good!” as she could get out, with her mouth gagged by my cock… and she stroked and sucked and licked, swirling around the head, playing with my balls, making my eyes glaze over and then close, unable to keep them open as I concentrated on the feelings she was bringing up in me.

When I came, it was sharp, and deep, and without a lot of warning, but she never paused, never drew back- merely moaned and kept on pleasuring me with her attentions, swallowing and gulping when she had too, never letting a single bit of my cum escape her mouth and lips, until finally I began to soften in her mouth; pausing then, with my semi-hard cock still in her lips, she looked up at me with dark dark eyes, shining and happy, and I reached out and traced her cheek, ran my fingers through her hair, and said, “Oh god, you are amazing, you are so exciting and sexy, little darling. I can’t explain how you make me feel, and how I love you.”

I gently pulled her from me, and leaned over, to kiss her softly and deeply, tasting myself on her lips, sharing that way, too- and then I knelt with her, holding her tight to me, feeling her breasts pressing into my chest, the ropes that bound her rougher on my skin, and we held each other like that for a while, a kneeling snuggle, warm and close and intimate together… mmmphf.

*** There’s more that I imagine, but at this moment, I can’t write it out- because, as I told her on the phone earlier, I’m going to fuck her tonight; so, I’m posting this much, and now I’m going to go and use her. ***

Subby and Little and Oh My

My Mommy and I just got to spend FOUR whole nights together- well, one was short because of an early flight, but still- from Tuesday through Saturday, last week, we were together! She needed to go explore a little city as a potential place to live, if/when she needs a move, and joy! Imagine the thrill in me, when she told me that she wanted me to join her there, and share in her looking, and participate in her explorations!

By the time my flight to her rolled around, I was pretty subby- and by the time I’m writing this, (after returning home and to work and family and such), I’m even deeper so, and much, much littler than I’ve been before. Or, rather, if not littler, it’s a deeper and safer and more intense feeling, than ever before. Plus, the time we spent sharing laughter and sex and games, and wallowing in massages and foot worship and periods, in being bound and collared, wearing the Gate of Hell and leather separator, and kissing her sweet, sweet tears-

Oh.

My.

God.

I’m not sure how to express the deepening connection, the stronger-than-ever-before feelings I have, toward and about my darling lover; I know it’s intense, I know I’m loving the feelings, and I know deep in my heart, that she is feeling it too, as much as I.

She has to be out-of-touch, for the next few days, for a memorial service- and already, I miss her terribly, so much so it feels like an ache deep inside; but I can also feel her holding me, as she told me and showed me so often, “I’ve got you baby”… and that feeling is wonderful, to know she’s holding me, that she’s protecting me and won’t let anything bad happen…

Have you ever been subby and clit-fucked, by your Domme? She held me close, with my legs spread, and her clit as hard as a little cock, and pressed to me, rocking her hips as I do when I’m inside her… and I could *feel* her entering me, fucking me, stretching me- I called it my phantom pussy, that she fucked with her clitty-cock… such an amazing feeling, I’ve never experienced anything like that before, and have no idea if I ever will again. But, we were so close, so tightly wrapped into one another, it was nothing short of amazing- thank you mommy! Thank you for fucking your babyboy so well, mmmphf!

Have you ever been bound up in steel & leather, by your lover, and had her lift the end rings with her tongue? And, shortly after that, had her slide her puddling pussy onto your cock, and let her bloody sweet juices run into that leather, down your balls and ass, and ride the cock that she owns and known, absolutely known, that beyond the sheer heated sexiness of it, that you belong totally and completely to another?

Have you ever held her Chakras, in turn? Left hand on her heart, right moving from root, to sacral, to solar plexus, then shift and hold right on her heart, left to her throat, third eye, and crown? No? Well, do so- the sharing, the intense closeness, feeling her shudder as the emotional energies run from her, into you, and vice versa- DO IT!

My darling, my love, my Domme, my Mommy- thank you, for sharing yourself with me, for allowing me to give myself to you so deeply, and for the sweetest and most precious gift of all, for letting me be there for you and with you, and to drink of your juices, your piss, your lips, and your tears.

I love you.

Strapped and Separated

Bound to you

Mommy instructed me to write to her, about a new experience we had today. i put on a cock/ball separator strap that we’d used before, when we visited a sex-club together, back in February, as a means of binding tightly to her. We have bound my cock before, of course, using makeshift things- a cut up piece of purple hairband, and some soft purple yarn; and, as i say, she’s had me in the strap separator another time. But, this time, i’m reallly little; and needed, very badly, to feel even more tightly bound to mommy, to feel her claiming me, my cock, myself, as her very own.

So, on our day when i normally go commando, (and she wears panties), she’d told me that i should get out the strap, and bind myself for her, for as long as i could tolerate without chafing. As we say, “mmmphf”. God. And omg, even.

There was a little difficulty due to a visit from Hurricane Irene, in the simple logistics of getting the strap out and on; because i was unable to get to the office, i had to work around the household. i did manage, finally, to get into the drawer unobserved, and slip it in my pocket. Throughout the morning though, up until that time, i was extremely aware of my own heartbeat, my own breathing, and felt constantly, the tug in my belly, to do this for mommy. i didn’t want the fall-back of a yarn-wrap, i wanted to do this right, with her first-choice of bindings; so, when i did get my hands on the strap, i was already excited and nervously anticipating, and could feel that, too.

i went down to the half-bath immediately, and latched the door… and mommy, god- i dropped my jeans, and was dripping a bit already, just from thinking bout it. i rolled the leather in my hand a bit, warming the studs, feeling the textures… watching myself in the mirror, trying to envision what it would look like if you were reclining in a big cozy chair, like a throne, observing as i carried out instructions. Then, i took a big breath, and wrapped the long strap around my balls and cock, and snapped it into place- i gulped, i remember, as the snaps went “click….click” and the leather squeezed into my flesh.

Looking down, to wrap the thinner straps, i started with my right side.. pulled my ball out, lifted the strap over.. and “click”.

Again, this time on the left side…”click”.

And i just stood and breathed a moment, eyes closed, hand cupping myself, letting myself feel the sensations, the tightness of the straps, the feeling of heat… i felt… owned….subby…lil. i felt… you… your hands… your voice. i felt… loved… proud… nervous… and hot, my cock just grew… i didn’t stroke, but let my hand roll around my trapped balls, and across my shaft a moment.

Then, i pulled my jeans up, and zipped, buttoned, and fastened my belt. i was commando, of course- which is always sortof extra-special, in jeans, the denim is rougher and tighter than my work pants. Then, i had to work- so i went to my chair, picked up my work computer again, and started back into the workday. But, there wasn’t a moment that i wasn’t aware of you. Not an instant that i wasn’t feeling that strap, that tie that connected us tighter than the yarn ever has; there’s no adjusting the amount of tension, on the ball-strap parts (although you could move one snap bigger on the long part, i didn’t, i put it tight as it would go). So, there was constant pressure, whether i was sitting still, or as ofen happened, wriggling around.

I had to remove it, for a couple hours in the mid-afternoon; but there was no lessening of the sexual tension, and the feeling of being yours, during that time. I was as aware of you then, as ever- partly because i spent that time thinking of you, and imagining your reaction, hoping that you’d be pleased, hoping that you’d be proud of me, and hoping that you’d feel how deeply i am yours. When the time came to remove it, i’d asked mommy if i could show her, if she would watch me, that i really wanted to show her… so, we jumped to yahoo, and i turned on my cam- and although it froze, she got to see it all bound up for her, and see the initial removing part.

Mmmmphf. Hot as hell, to be showing my mommy lover, how i strapped for her, wore it most of the day, just for her, feeling her eyes watching, knowing that it was her little hands undoing me…

So, what are the differences, between this and the yarn, or the hairband? Physically, it’s much stiffer; can feel the texture and pressure more consistently, too, because there’s no stretch throughout the day. It doesn’t loosen a bit, so the third hour is as tight as the first minute, the end of the day has as much tension as the beginning. That alone is a difference that makes me much more aware of it, i think; as the yarns heat and soften, and because they are more flexible, i tend to notice heat more than pressure; especially in a full-wrap. This isn’t something i’d even thought of as such, until contrasted with the leather.

Emotionally, though, was much different. This is “official”, sortof- there’s no mistaking the weight, the authority of the leather straps, and the snap, as it’s put on. It made me feel little, and very very subby… and very anxious to please you, and have it be exciting for you, too. It made me think of the night you put me in it, and i wore it for you, while we ventured forth to adventures with another, and i could picture the deep black of your eyes, from that night, and translated it to monday…

i do know, there’s a bit of trepidation, when i’m lil, and so deeply- and i can’t tell you i don’t feel it too, in reverse, cuz i know i’m needing a lot of Domme… but mmmphf, m’Lady Mommy… bind me, take me, own me, fully and thoroughly and totally…

xoxoxo
d-

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First Mark, First Blood.

I can’t express how pleased and proud I am, of princess, how thrilled I am with her obedience, her willingness to comply with instructions; and beyond that, with the sheer unmitigated joy she gives me, when she plays, gets hot, fully immerses into her sexuality and heat and passion so that nothing is impossible.

 The other day, she and I had cuddled; we had spent a long, lovingly warm time, just holding one another, being there and sharing skin and warmth with each other; we’d carried that over from the day before.  My princess gets nasty cramps, when she starts her period. (Not fun for her, and I do wish we were closer so I could properly care for her). So we were cuddling, talking of this, that and the other, and at one point we moved into talking about what she’d do, if I were sleeping, and she were to curl up behind me.

There was a touch, a kiss, a whisper; there was a caress, a fondle, a bit of moisture; there was heat, growing, building. There was passion starting, kindling fires once more; there was talk of squirms, talk of eyes growing ever darker, ever blacker, ever deeper (princess’s eyes go BLACK when she gets super aroused, and that alone, is an amazingly exciting thing, and this night, they were as dark as I’ve ever seen).

Second wind was reached, and there were whispered games in the night, “Are you asleep?”… and the touches, the movements, the heat building from there… there was passion, kisses and caresses; there were memories of marks made, and marks to come.

Instructions given, followed: “Get rid of it”… and a return, shortly, with a tampon missing…

At one point, there was a finger, pressed into a pussy that was juicy with passion, and slick with blood; it was shown to me, my princess’s most intimate gift, and shared with me, through her breath, her words, her movements. That finger, shown to me, and then rubbed across lips that I was longing to kiss, to bite, to suck; bloodred, blood lipstick, for me to kiss off, to lick and taste as well…

A claim was laid, loud and clear, and a question, said with an “lol”:  “…the LV markers, Sai?”

I told her, she already had her markers- between her legs. Take that, on her finger, use it as a paintbrush- and place my mark on her breasts and belly, write on herself, in her blood, “I Am Sai’s”.

Ohh, the indescribable heat. My breathing went ragged, her chest was heaving with her own breathing, as she dipped into her inkwell, and carefully, deliberately, wrote on her skin, marked herself as mine, for the first time- and, in the first blood shared.

Some comments back and forth, when her flow was more excitement than menses, it was too clear to write; some deeper seeking, finding, darkening of the lines, until complete, until her flesh showed who she belonged too- “I Am Sai’s”.

A photo demanded, taken. Talk of firsts- first explorations, messy fingers and sharing. First marks,of any kind, for anyone. First encounter with one that shares the interest, the violation of taboos, to revel in and wallow in messy hot steamy sexiness.

My princess, my treasure- I told you at that moment, we would share this, blog this:  this first mark, first blood; and that we would share the momento, and display proudly your marks, which although long faded from view, are still there, in your skin, and that burning heat is waiting for princess to return and feel them again.

You, my dear sweet little princess, are amazing, and I am more pleased with you and proud of you, than I can possibly express.

I Am Sai's