I talk to Sir on a daily basis. And texting, mustn’t forget the texting! We have another date planned, but it’s far in the future. Sigh. Still, the daily talks and texts help. We’re building trust.
He gives me little assignments to complete. Pushes his control over me so i can feel the weight of his Dom over my very subby head. No “O’ tonight nilla. (nilla pouts. pussy pouts. Sir laughs.)
I have done a few writing assignments, some published, some just for Him.
Yesterday, as we’re about to wrap up another long phone call, he says to me, “nilla, I want you to think about one more thing.”
“Yes, Sir?”
“spreader bar”
i wish you could hear the tone of his voice. Steel wrapped in velvet. A dash of humor. I can hear his smile through the phone as i sit in my car, speechless. I know! nilla, speechless, again. Who wouldathunkit?
That was Saturday. The day i’d published the Thief part whatever…that featured…a spreader bar.
Which i know Sir had not read yet.
Psychic. (nilla nods) The Man is a psychic genius. nilla loves the idea of a spreader bar. Now, sitting the parking lot of Walmart, nilla is smiling, too.
“really Sir??!!”
“um, hummmm” He says in agreement.
“i’m all wet now, Sir”
“oh, like that’s news, nilla!”
So, much later in the day, i’m standing in the pizza shop waiting for the family order. Looking out the window at traffic chugging by,the setting of the sun, mind aimlessly drifting and what pops into my head?
Yeah. “spreader bar” . It just sort of floats into my head and beams there. So i’m now wet again, smiling to myself (the pizza guy musta thought i was a nutjob…mayhap i am a nutjob.
Later that night, tucked in bed and once more chatting with Sir, he says to me ” so, nilla, do you get dizzy if you’re upside down?”
This is so out of context of what we HAD been talking about i’m nonplussed.
“Um, me? if i’m upside down? do i get dizzy? um, well, yes, i guess so, why?”
“Just wondering. Spreader bars are wonderful tools. Tell me, nilla, can you stand on your hands?”
Oh. My. Gawd.
