Spoilt Rotten, or: Dancing barefoot, heading for a spin

January 29, 2008 at 4:54 pm (Control & Power, Naughty Nice and all things Inbetween, The Box has been opened...) (, , , , , , )

Oh. My.

Every once in a while I am shaken into a frenzy through a mixture of surprise, spontaneity and too much wine. Mister was round these past few days and he certainly made his presence felt! I told him about my blog a couple of days previous and whilst it’s always good to hear positive feedback, apparently my ‘Inner Minx’ blog got a very ‘ascendant’ reception from him. ;) Not only did I have a visit from him, but I was a very lucky girl indeed to have him for a whole two days’ worth of mischief! After our first little escapade between the sheets on Sunday night Mister suggested taking me out for Sushi the following evening – took me wholly by surprise as I would have been equally happy curling up with him with a bottle of wine in front of rubbish TV (easily pleased and contented, me). But he was in a ‘treating LadyP’ mood which is always welcomed with warm arms and a good slow, sensuous kiss in return. Probably a little extra too.

So after being wined and dined lavishly on Monday evening, we returned to my place and continued to pay homage to a Bacchanal god of sorts in the form of a rosé or few. Perhaps I may have had a little too much than I should have, but feeling playful I thought we could bring out the scarves. Oh I do so love it when he ties me up. And had been so long since the last time…
Losing my ability to run my hands over his body is absolutely harrowing at some moments…as some of you may know from personal experience. I felt myself straining in my restraints to find some part of him to touch, to feel, to caress, to claw. But failing. Add to that his blindfolding of me and my senses were heightened instantly. He then had his wicked way with me by his hands, tongue, lips sending me over into a disorienting ebb and flow of ecstacy, the music in the background adding to my sensual overload (I now have a deep love for Patti Smith’s ‘Dancing Barefoot’ as a consequence to this night). Forcing me to stay standing despite my legs nearly giving up at more than one opportunity, he continued to torture me with pleasure. At one point positioning me up against the wardrobe unbalanced my sense of direction and notion of where I was thus causing a shock to discover my head hitting the wood of the wardrobe door.

Yet despite all the control over me, Mister continued to be gentle. He supported me when I buckled, he held me to him as he sent me over another wave. He led me carefully to the bed, leaned me forward for him to get down to it. This is part of why he means so much to me. He can do some wicked things to me – refuse my pleadings to touch him, ignore my begging for him to stop after just one too many climaxes, administer punishment for rebelling, questioning or fighting against him – but I know he will always be there for me when I buckle. Both in this instance and in life’s moments of bitchiness toward me.

But still, I shall have my revenge this weekend when I see him next. Oh, he shall be made to beg too.

2 Comments

  1. Blacksilk said,

    February 2, 2008 at 9:26 pm

    Only a brief comment from me, I’m afraid, work calls. Just wanted to say that it sounds like you had a wonderful time. :)

  2. ladypandora said,

    February 3, 2008 at 8:53 pm

    I did indeed!

    Thanks for adding me to your blogroll on your page btw..hopefully that may get me more hits…I have become addicted to looking at my blog stats everyday…such a slave I am to a little wavery line chart nowadays. Argh.

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