The Giggles

He tickles and He slaps. He kisses softly, sweetly, while pinching hard enough to make me think He’s going to tear off a hunk of skin. He hurts me roughly, while ever-so-lightly trailing his tongue down my neck.

The juxtapositions are endless.

And yet there are always times of gut-busting laughter. Something…happens. A release inside me, of joy.

It doesn’t come right away. First there’s the hard shove into the corner of the room, a perfect niche for holding a slut, he says. A blindfold over the eyes, a thick band fastened around my waist. One wrist tugged into the cuff that is part of the band, then a brief tussle when I tried to avoid the second cuff.

No surprise there that I lost, and was firmly reprimanded, wordlessly, as he grabbed my nipple and twisted roughly.  It takes less than 10 seconds of that before I thrust my wrist at him, giving up the idea of trying to grab his little man nipple. (Can’t blame a slut for trying!) He holds my nipple a moment longer; if I could have fallen to the floor without ripping it off, I would have. Oh, the pain. And then I’m secured, twirled, and shoved unceremoniously back into the corner.

i forget,  I mutter.

“What?” He says.

i forget that no matter how much I love the highs, getting there…well…hurts.”

“Silly slut.” I can’t see him, but I imagine he’s shaking his head at my folly. He loves to hurt me, and I love to be hurt. I love the pain (eventually), and the high that comes zipping up behind it.

He hits my capacious ass. I have no idea with what, he’s not playing that game, just sizing me up. And okay, it’s been half a year since our last playtime. His shoulder hurts, and I’m *seriously* out of practice. He goes easy on me. Well, as easy as one would expect, I guess. I have two ginormous bruises on my ass, and a raft of them all over my front. But the ass bruises mean sitting is…uncomfortable. Still. And it’s been two days. He swats at me, taps my thighs, my lower back, my ass. There is no pattern, no reason, just because he can, you know?

And then he stops. He grabs my hair, my arm, turns me. I know I’m heading for the bed, and in seconds my legs bump the mattress.

“On your knees, nilla. No, no. ON THE BED, NILLA”

His command turns to laughter as I fall forward into a graceless face-flop on the bed.

“On your KNEES, slut.”

Yet try as I might, I can’t get my hands to push me up. Maybe because with my wrists attached at my waist, I look like this:

dino

You know  T-Rex was an epic failure at push ups, right? Imagine a slut with short flappy arms like that. Oy yeah. That’s what I looked like, except with my boobs all shoved up in there someplace, too. And that’s when the hysteria set in. I knew I had to look ridiculous. My big, bare bottom, bruised and reddened flapping around in the air, flopping over on the bed. My face buried in a pillow, laughing like a hyena, until I was crying behind the blindfold, laughing so hard the bed was shaking.

And Himself behind me laughing in disbelief, yet catching the humor of it too.

I told you long ago, we match each other amazingly well in our sense of the ridiculous. This was ridiculous risen to EPIC proportions. Finally, he holds onto my flailing hips and says ‘stop’.

I stop, but still giggling helplessly. He, too, is still laughing.

“Jesus, nilla,” he says through laughs. “You can’t even fucking kneel on the fucking bed?”

He shoves me around until I’m laying on the end of the bed, ass hanging off, not kneeling (my knees didn’t reach down that far!), but toes digging into the carpet. The pillow is positioned under my chest to let me breath, and finally, finally, I’m in a position that makes him happy.

Not laugh-happy, just Dom happy.

What  happens from that point on is a bit of a blur, still. Being fucked, spanked, anal insertions, pussy slapping, squirting on my own legs, the bed, the floor, on him. Coming so many times my legs shook. But nothing surpasses the hilarity, the free-falling laughter, the truly klutzy wierdness that is me…and the giggles it gave us both.

 

 

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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12 Responses to The Giggles

  1. willcrimson says:

    I’m really happy for you, Nilla. I know life doesn’t always go along with our plans, but I’d say you are very lucky and have a very special relationship. It was fun just to read your post.

    • vanillamom says:

      Thanks Will…that means a lot. He gets me (I’m a nut. Silly and crazy and cranky and bitchy… he gets the whole package of “me”). . . and I get him. There’s got to be fun, right? Humor as well as…all that OTHER kind of fun.

      nilla, smiling

  2. abby says:

    At some point almost always..we end up laughing also…usually not as vigorously as this…but that laughter is special..makes everything fall into place…
    Hurrah for FINALLY…play time…
    hugs abby

    • vanillamom says:

      Yes…I think it’s true for many many folks who do this thing we do…that laughter and joy is as much a part of it as the pain and welts and tears. If there wasn’t some form of release and wonder and bliss, then why do it, right? 😀 At the very least, it works for us. FINALLY play time, indeed. IT was SO needed!

      nilla

  3. Really glad to hear you managed to get together finally. I’m just guessing that the smile on your face will be there a while. I’m happy for you. Tip

  4. Kayla Lords says:

    Gawd, I love laughter like that…somehow it makes the roughness that comes afterward even better. Yay for you!!!

    • vanillamom says:

      That’s so true, Kayla. He will go all charming and tender and we’ll be laughing and then…he’s growling and biting and hurting and it’s so wild and rough and good. mmmmm…

      nilla

  5. I’ve done something very similar to that… and we laughed pretty hard, too. 😀

    • vanillamom says:

      I’m not surprised by that at all, Jz. 😀 My klutzy sibling…that’s you…we share many misadventures of the body, don’t we? *grins*

      nilla

  6. Tiggs at 100AcreSub says:

    Love the laughter and all that happens. Happy giggles are the best.

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