Dear Sir,
I don’t know why this email has been so difficult to write, especially since I
had, well, *such* a good time on Monday night :-) and that I had lots of things
I wanted to express. However, it’s taken me days to finally get writing and
even now, I’ve been struggling for hours just to start typing.
Going back a bit, I had spoken to you last Sunday and arranged to meet on
Monday, which meant I had to wait another whole day without any sex or
masturbation after you stirred up all of that sexual energy in me the Tuesday
beforehand. After I got off the phone from you I looked at my arm and it was
all red and I realised I’d been scratching at it somewhat longingly while I was
talking to you which made me a little embarrassed to be so desperate for our
next meeting!
Despite some minor despair at being left another day, I muddled my way through
and finally slept at close to 5am, before getting down to the gym by 9am for my
PT session.
The session went well, even on only about 3hrs sleep – so well, in fact, that
my trainer remarked, “I don’t know what’s up with you today, but you’re
certainly full of beans” as I threw myself into the exercises! I didn’t explain
why his comment made me laugh :-)
After returning from the gym I thought I was reaching breaking point and broke
the rules again to try and provide myself with some relief through rubbing, but
once again, with no climax, it only served to make matters worse. I think one
of the definitions of insanity is to do the same thing over and over, expecting
a different result. Thankfully I only had a few more hours to wait before my
sanity was restored.
What was interesting was that in the afternoon, when I was working and had
clients and appointments, etc.. I completely forgot about it all, which is GOOD
because that was one of the things I was concerned about. I had so much success
in blocking it out that when my last client was late and I didn’t finish with
her until 6:30pm, it actually took a long time to get back into the
right mindset for later that night.
So I finally got home and had a shower, got dressed (sans underwear) and
started to get organised. I put on a favourite Prince CD to help me change
gears, so to speak, and got to work sorting out the restraints, etc..
I came down to let you in when you arrived and was evidently a tad
overconfident in the lift, assuming that I was ‘safe’ because there are
security cameras in the lift. You took your time getting into position and
carefully moving the folds of my skirt to expose my naked cheeks, by which time
I’d realised that you were deliberately standing in the way of the camera and
thus I was not at all safe from your hand! So there I stood, trying to look
like nothing was happening, as you delivered four firm swats to my bare
backside.
Once inside my apartment, you directed me over the couch again and I happily
obliged (with enthusiasm that came back to haunt me later when you questioned
whether or not a spanking was adequate punishment given how much I liked it!)
So now I was over the back of the couch with my skirt flipped up and my legs
spread, and there you left me as you went again to the kitchen – this time I
knew what you were after. You returned with the wooden spoon and started to
trace up and down my legs, over my bottom and lower back and between my legs. I
was reasonably fine until that point but of course your gentle prodding and
probing started things in motion.
I had mentioned to you in my last email that my fantasies had involved being
forced to wait even longer for relief by holding certain positions, so in
theory, I shouldn’t have been surprised by what happened next, but the devil is
most certainly in the detail. I had always envisioned at least being able to
squirm and rub a little bit at opportune times.
When you balanced the wooden spoon precariously on my upturned cheeks, so that
even the slightest movement was guaranteed to be revealed and would no doubt
result in further punishment, I had to curb my reaction for fear of making it
worse – be careful what you wish for, indeed!! ;)
Once you’d ensured that I wasn’t going anywhere _at all_ (micromanaged, one
might say), you disappeared, and my attentions were immediately split between
trying to work out where in my apartment you were and/or what you were looking
at, and how on earth I was going to stay still with my pussy now throbbing and
the rest of me buzzing.
I resorted to little moans and cries to try and relieve the pressure, but soon
you put a stop to that too. I know that what you say in role is part of the
scene and should be taken in that way, but it’s always interesting to see what
aspects of me react to different comments, even though overall I do understand
what’s going on.
There was a part of me that got quite indignant and a little hurt at your
instruction to “stop whinging” and I had to stop myself from arguing the point.
That said, I was able comply fairly well after that, so it did get me wondering
if that same part of me had been the one vying for attention with the cries out
in the first place.
Following an inspection, you commented that I wasn’t as wet as usual, which
might have still be connected to the timing (as it seemed to have righted
itself by later on), though it seriously crossed my mind that I’d been so wet
all week thinking and fantasising about the night I was finally to be relieved
of my sexual burden that by the time it arrived, I’d literally run dry! ;)
The spanking that came next had increased in intensity again from last time and
really started to push me, leaving me for the first time with marks I could
actually inspect in the mirror out after you left :-)
The pace seemed to have increased too, although I was still counting them
aloud, and I really felt the difference when a swat was overlapped by one
immediately following. Copping about four or five on the same cheek as you
worked your way up was not only more painful, but messed with my head because
of the implication that you weren’t nearly done yet, as there was the other
cheek still to go!!
I was pretty wary when you then got me to stand up and I had to reveal that I’d
broken the rules again that morning by rubbing myself, as I thought you’d put
me straight back over the couch for another spanking, but then nearly died when
you said you might leave me without an orgasm until Friday!! That seriously set
off some adrenaline (or something) as I was determined to do everything to the
letter from there on in to make sure I didn’t give you any reason to go through
with it!
You’d read into the fantasies I’d mentioned so well – first, keeping the spoon
balanced and then, waiting for you on my hands and knees, facing away from you
as you showered, with my skirt flipped up again and my legs spread out against
the doorframe. I keep going back to it in my mind every time I have a shower
and glance at the bathroom door ;)
My mind was all over the place at that point and what I could hear behind me
was making my predicament delightfully worse as I waited most impatiently for
you to give me what I so desperately needed.
The water finally went off and the whole apartment seemed to go very quiet as
you dried yourself off. I waited, head up high, for my next instruction.
Silence. Too quiet.
THWACK!
Holy crap! ;) When you hit me with the towel I honestly nearly jumped a mile –
more out of fright than anything! I can only imagine how it looked from your
perspective as I know it was quite a reaction and I had to stop myself from
dissolving immediately into giggles. Growing up, if anyone managed to snap you
with a towel in the change rooms, etc… you’d immediately get out of the way, so
it felt very strange to just stay put, in the line of fire, as you delivered a
few more.
Finally the instruction I’d been waiting for; “Ok, onto the bed.”
[SC readers - told you it was long! ;-) Continued in part 2...]
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MissDrusilla posted on Nov 10, 2008
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pusscat said on Nov 10, 2008....
You would be amazed Dru how quick I get through reading my favourite articles ha ha! BDSM in detail is NEVER too long ;-)
Thing is - I'm all worked up now and I can't go read part 2 yet as I am just about to go online with my Sir LOL ;-)
Wonderfully written as always!
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MissDrusilla said on Nov 13, 2008....
lol :) Thanks PC!
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