Lady Pandorah's Sanctuary of Sensuality

My Inner Minx came out to play last night. She was ravenous from lack of exposure.

My man, when he wants something, will ask for it. Boy, he was asking for it last night. And he got it of course. Such manners will not pass by my notice easily.

I like it when he asks. For permission, for admittance, for allowance. Permission to do something – tie me up for example. Although I love it even more if he tells me he’s going to do that. Puts a more realistic spin on the scenario in my head. Admittance into me (Gosh, that sounds like I’m some fairground ride – not great connotations there, Pandorah!). To be allowed to enter me, ‘Can I be inside you?’, at once so very sweet in its politeness, its innocence, yet so damn hot at the undertones of need, desire, want; a pleading undercurrent with how the words could be spoken.

Last night there was need in his tone. There was desire. God, I felt the want in him.

‘Will you spank me tonight?’ he said. I smiled when he said this – and my heart jumped at the thrill it sent through me. A warm fluttering. Descending and settling just below my navel.

‘Of course, honey’ I said. Anything you say…I’m such a doting girlfriend. Yet it was myself I found saying words of gratitude and thanks afterwards.

Last night after work I was feeling a little jaded. Fraught, yes, that’s the word that can best describe my evenings lately. Usually on Sundays and Tuesdays. Monday evening began fraught but ended exhilarated. Not a bad turn around. After lazing around I had a shower and perked up immensely by freshening up and the fact that Mister decided to stay over an extra day. That’ll cheer a Pandorah up no end. Having her man there to keep her company. I’d have been happy with just vegging out, but as there was crap TV on, we made our own entertainment.

A few hours before I went for my shower he made the first mention of spanking. He’s quite an insistent man when he wants to be, and I was quietly impressed with his subtle manner last night. He mentioned it once, in passing – I thought just to make me smile and giggle. He sometimes makes nawwty comments now and again in conversation to keep me on my toes and mock-chastise him for his crudeness (I love it really). But then he mentioned it again, just after dinner. Then again after my shower. That man, once he has a craving, won’t give up – like in his chasing of me when we were getting together – I like his persistence.

‘So he wants a spanking? I’ll make it something he won’t forget in a hurry’ were my thoughts after the third time. I went to lighting the candles. Man, he looks even more stunning in candlelight. I returned to the bed to find him de-socked and de-watched – he was serious. We fell on eachother more or less and I quickly had him lying on his front, his behind exposed wonderfully. A blank canvas. Needing colour…I kept his belt by my side. I intended to paint a pretty picture after all.

I began of course with my hand, fingers trailing over his skin and nails lightly scraping over his back, thighs and the nice, fleshy buttocks. He dared me to bite him. That was fun. I didn’t need much coaxing. Second time and he flinched – the fluttering returned to my stomach. It didn’t leave until this morning.

I don’t think I have ever been as turned on during ‘womans’ week’ (as he terms it) before. I’m normally horny during this time, mainly because of the fact I can’t get any. But yesterday, the spanking, the clawing, biting and most of all – the belting sent me almost into a delirium of ferverous feelings. Just the sound of the leather in my hand was enough to thrill me. That scrunching, tightening sound as you clench your fingers around it *sigh*

I have a slight OCD about me. Last night it was visible in my desire to have symmetrical welts to his skin. If one side of his backside was lined, I simply had to have the other to a matching shade of crimson. I progressed to one welt on his shoulder blade, which he wasn’t expecting and caught him by surprise. I had to plead with him briefly to allow me to have a second, mirror-image on the opposite shoulder. He warmed to it though. I have my own talents in persuasion.

I finished off our session with some wax-play. Dripping the tea-lights on either buttock then peeling off the dried wax. So pretty. I want him to do that to me in his own time. But it was my time yesterday and after I had kissed and licked the post-peeled area, the heat radiating off his skin, I realised that this was as much a treat for me as it was for him. Turning him over, he was so turned on it didn’t take me long before he climaxed – woman’s week for Pandorah = oral week for Mister (Don’t think I just go down on him then – I do it more often than that, just more frequently in this particular time).

We lay together sated, although I would have liked his hand to have snaked under my knickers – I was turned on as hell down there, but instead I allowed him to come down from his high, held him in my arms, before switching into the reverse. I whispered to him, ‘Thank you’, and he wasn’t quite sure why. He is the sweetest guy ever, I don’t think I shall ever tire of him.