Nothing carnal got in the way today, sadly enough. Just vanilla life, kinda overflowing. I had a good afternoon with my kids, despite the end of another cold making them a bit grumpy.
But the weather up here in the northeast has been nothing short of fabulous. 65 degrees in early December? Hell, i’ll take it!
And the kids and i made cupcakes for dessert, and baking with kiddo’s takes more time (but is more fun) than if i did it solo. And i am juggling my jobs and and and….
i had insomnia Monday night. And i was too warm and comfortable in my bed to get out and do the yoga pose that helps combat it.
How about that? A *lazy* insomniac!! laughing!
But i was still oh so tired and drained from being with Master. So i did some facebook, and did some editing on the novel, and finally fell asleep.
And i overslept today…er Tuesday…waking up 2 hours late! i *never* do that! Nice of the family to let me sleep…and turns out that my eldest and youngest sons also were still asleep then.
But it put me off my daily tasks, and that meant no time for writing.
So what can i tell you about?
It does seem that there should be *something* to share with you all.
But i doubt you want to hear about all the orgasms. Nah. And you don’t want to read about the Wall do you?
The Wall session came very late in our afternoon. Before that there were pix to take, and clothes to audition (i think i showed you the heart hose in the pic in yesterday’s post? Yeah, they were just to tweak him a bit…i really didn’t keep them on long, as He prefers fishnets).
There was kissing and poking, pinching and clamping.
Ah the clamping. Maybe i’ll tell you about that before the Wall.
You know my wicked clamps. They bite like a bitch. And they don’t let go….usually. They did fall off this time…however…i can’t be sure if He *planned* for them to pinch off…or it was just happystance for Him…(yes, happystance. My blog, my words, silly as they may be!!)
He was all “oh, nilla, did that pop off? oh my that must’ve hurt, poor slut” all spoken in this faux sweet tone as He busily clamps the fucking thing back on my left nipple.
He clamped them so they were vertical on my nipples, and kinda on the edge of my skin. When *i* do it, i make sure to pinch my full nipple, and well.
it’s kinda less painful that way, yanno?
But His way? You know. They were *on* there. Painfully on there.
And then He added the weights. And they kept getting hung up on my corset. It’s not a true corset in that it has hooks in the back rather than ties…so it is much more comfortable to wear. But i think there was some metal in the front stays, and the magnets were drawn to it.
So if He saw it, He’d flick it off.
Dropping the weight.
And since my nipples are hardwired to my pussy…it kept me in a constant state of arousal.
The pain was awesome and hard. It was sensual and sadistic. It was amazing to watch His eyes gleam every time he saw that fucking thing caught on me…and came at me to flick it off. And it was arousing to know that something i had no control of whatsoever was turning us both on.
oh, yeah. Such a goooood memory, that.
Pain, pleasure, sex, love.
And isn’t that the basis of every story?
i said in the title that this should be a story but…..
…but i guess it was, after all.