We have been texting sporadically during the day. He was teasing me and I was teasing back…
So when I got the text that said “well, better stock up on the red lipstick because you’ll be sucking cock and licking pussy on the 4th” …
That should say *BLINK*
If only I knew how to make that font bigger, it would fill the front of your computer screen.
Oh. My. Gawd. Did I just read what I *thought* I did? I read it again. And again. Yes. It said exactly that. So I ponder that for a few minutes…and then text back.
“I thought this next time together would be just Master and nilla.”
And then I went outside to play with my kids. But when I came in and checked a while later? He’d already responded.
“Well…I guess you thought wrong, n’est pas?”
I’m feeling…fluttery. Nervous. Aware, suddenly that this isn’t a vanilla affair, but a true D/s dynamic. This could be a total mind fuck…or it could be His way of giving me a bit of warning that things will be verrah different next weekend.
This is not, by the way, on my “forbidden” list. There’s only one thing there and I’d guess most of you know what that “thing that can not be mentioned” is….and this…challenge? This…whatever you want to call it that He says will be happening…makes me nervous.
And…yes. I’ll admit it here. This is a D/s Blog, is it not? I’m wet. Wet and throbbing with that incredible balance of nerves and …whatever it is about being a submissive that is such a turn on.
Well, that and not having had an orgasm in days and days.
The bottom line here is that I know He will be alert to my safety…he won’t let me be maimed, or injured beyond the …well, I was going to say reasonable, but sometimes after being just with HIM it seems like it’s not “reasonable” doesn’t it?! Okay, so I won’t be injured beyond what would be appropriate to allowing me to continue living my vanilla life normally…ie not armless, legless, titless or brain-dead, or incapacitated… or any of those type nature of extremes.
And if I trust Him implicitly ~and I do~ then I can allow the other feelings…the submissive feelings, the lust feelings, the nervous feelings…to rise up and be part of the experience that awaits me next weekend.
There was one last text from Him Friday…after I had expressed my “nervous” state of mind to Him…
Don’t fret – she’ll be eating you at the same time.
Geebers! Now all I can say is …strap in for the ride boys n gals…coz it for sure will be a bumpy (and interesting) week ahead!