It Was A Date

We met for ice cream. The place was pretty busy, and He was late. Okay, not “late” but I was there before Him. I sat at a table watching the comings and goings, feeling tired from work, but content to wait.

I guess I was really exploring liminal time, that time between. I didn’t have to “do” anything but just be there. Just sit, just watch, just be.

It was glorious.

And then His car pulled in.

And I was transported from the calm tranquility of liminal time to the blissful joy I get when I first see Him. It always sends a thrill through me. Butterflies in my tummy, a rush of love through my body. Yes, I can *feel* it, that non-sexual love for this Man of mine. It coats me from the inside out. And yes, there is sexual love for Him too, but what rises up at the outset, like cream to the top of the milkpail, is the rush of pure love.

And then there is the touch, the smell of Him. That’s when the sex rush begins. That’s when I know I’m with my Master, that simply laying my lips on His, then my head upon His shoulder reclaims each of us to the other.

But this isn’t a sexual meeting, it’s face time. It’s a communion of ice cream, and a reconnecting, Master and slut. It’s a date. I run my fingers down his arm, he kisses me. We eat our ice cream together, watching the cows in the field. There’s some sexual talk…about cows, no less, and some family talk. There’s talk about my potential new job (cross your fingers and send blue bubbles, peeps!), and about his kids.

It’s a date.

We slurp our way through quick-melting confections. I fetch him extra napkins, some water to wipe with. He flicks water on my face, we laugh.

And it’s time to.

(Oh, how hard to write that last word.)

Go.

Step apart.

Leave this little bubble of time.

A lump forms in my throat, my head rests on his shoulder, he rubs my back. I pat his ass. And try to not think about parting as we walk towards my car.

It’s a date, and I’m leaving.

And He pins me against my car and pinches the fuck out of my arm. Along the sweaty topside, where His fingers catch and hold my flesh. Then along the side of my belly. Right *there*. And holds it. Pincering His fingers together- I can barely breathe. My head falls onto His shoulder, and I make funny noises.

He laughs.

And Laughs.

And I’m on tip-toe and making whimpery noises and trying to swallow and breathe and speak…

And He laughs.

And stops.

I breathe.

In.

Out.

Gasp.

And He reaches for my arm once again. No way to dodge into my car to get away, I’m plastered against it. Stuck.

He’s so fucking subtle.

NO one sees.

No one sees a thing. But I feel.

Oh gods I feel.

Pain, such explosions of pain. I’m out of practice, you see. Next to zero masturbation during the heat, even choosing to forgo my Tuesday orgasm. No pegs, no clamps, no dark assignments from Him.

This hurt.

So. Fuckity Fucking. Much.

Little quick snaps of His fingers against my arm (bruising even before we parted), tickling my armpit, teasing me with giggling fits, while serving me a dish filled to overflowing with hurty goodness.

Finally He allows me to get into my car, then grabs my ponytail, snapping my neck back, hard, while reaching inside to deliver one final, bruising pinch just above my armpit.

I’ll wear these marks all week.

And glory in them.

NO, friends.

I was wrong.

OH, so wrong.

This wasn’t a date at all.

This was Master time.

How glorious.

About vanillamom

For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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17 Responses to It Was A Date

  1. sofia says:

    That’s lovely – i’m so glad for you! And i can picture it perfectly ~ it was the ice cream place we went to! i’m sure because of the cows!!

    love,

    sofia

    • vanillamom says:

      Yes it was indeed! And it was a lovely moment. He lulled me into thinking…feeling…all vanilla-ish …and then whammo, got me good.

      I’m a lucky slut, to be sure. I was thinking about you when I was there. Good memories.

      nilla

  2. Beatrice says:

    oh — you are so fortunate to have these times – and the other more intimate ouch times too

    B

    • vanillamom says:

      It’s been a while since anything intimate…but you know, these little “doses” do help. Thanks B. 🙂

      nilla

  3. abby says:

    Ah, ice cream and bruises….such is a great date with Master.
    hugs abby

    • vanillamom says:

      thanks abby…that it was. nothing better than ice cream (i could eat it all the time)…and Master (ditto)

      *giggles*

      nilla

  4. faithfulreader2 says:

    Sounds like a perfect bubble of time to me and sending those blue bubbles of good luck your way on the job front!

    ~faithful

    • vanillamom says:

      thanks for the bubbles…accepted!!

      and it was the most incredible bubble of time to be with Him. It will have to hold me over for two weeks…but I have these lovely bruises….

      🙂

      nilla

  5. Wordwytch says:

    Sounds like almost a perfect date. 🙂 Cows, ice cream, pain and oh yeah… cows. 🙂

    Whammies on the job thing!

    • vanillamom says:

      laughing… I do like cows. Not like tentacles, mind you, but yeah. I do.

      Thanks for the whammies…. I should know by later next week…(trying to not obsess…)

      nilla

  6. dryfly2005 says:

    Good luck with the new job thing, and glad you managed to get a few minutes, just to get the juices flowing a bit. He is a lucky man. Tip

    • vanillamom says:

      Oh my..it went from a fun date to a HAWT WET event. 🙂

      He managed to stoke my fires, and totally soak me. Must be Dom magic.

      Thanks for the job wishes. I’ll keep you all posted.

      nilla

  7. SouthernSir says:

    Glad you managed to get some “date” time in. I’m looking forward to getting some of that in myself in about two weeks.

  8. nancy says:

    It is so perfectly wonderful that you get to have these moments together..I’m SURE they are what keep you both sane .. in between longer alone time together. HAPPY JOY!

    • vanillamom says:

      YES!

      I think elsewise I’d just implode. (and that would be so terribly messy. and who would clean it up? I’m the only one who cleans here. 🙂 *laughs*

      nilla

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