Dear Sir,

It's been just under two weeks since we last met up and lots of little things have happened, most of which I've talked to you about on the phone, but which I haven't written about yet.

Writing suddenly became difficult again - writer's block, perhaps? - but I'm trying to push through it because I know that, apart from anything else, it's important for me to keep up with my reflections.

In my last email I mentioned about what happened the night after we met, which involved L coming over.

I was still at the centre when I got a call from T, L's husband, saying that they were having a picnic in a park nearby my apartment, and would I join them. When I finally got home and walked to the gardens the picnic was just wrapping up. I caught up with T and the kids before asking L if she wanted to come back to my place and leave T to look after the little ones.

I love to see the kids and normally would invite the whole troop, but I was keen to share a bit about what had happened the night before and L's one of the very few I'd be comfortable talking to about it.

So L and I walked back to my apartment and the first thing I did was show her my new collar :) as well as the long suede flogger, which she was particularly taken by.

After chatting about that, she changed the way my corsets were laced up to make them easier to get into on my own and basically gave me a lesson in such matters, which resulted in some playful teasing from her as I flitted around from room to room in various states of undress.

I also showed her some of my costumes, which she'd heard about but not seen, as I provided a running commentary on which ones looked good, which weren't such a good fit and everything in between.

It was a bit of a "girls' night in" (with a twist!), as we had some drinks and ordered pizza, before putting on an X-files DVD and proceeded to natter away through the entire thing, leaving me with no recollection as to what the episode was about, let alone how it ended :)

The topic turned to rope tying and L started reeling off names of various knots and techniques as I sat there looking somewhat lost. Finally I said, "Umm...I have some rope..." before she cut me off and said, "Get it - I'll show you."

So back to my bedroom we went, and soon I was learning about how to bind someone's feet, soles together, as well as the best way to tie someone's wrists together so that they still have a full range of motion in their elbows without twisting the rope too much.

After a couple of dubious attempts myself, L grabbed the rope and did an expert job at binding my feet and wrists together, which I found really enjoyable, if a little unwise, because once she'd finished tightly binding me up, she left me stranded on the bed while she returned to the drawer she'd seen me put the flogger into earlier that night.

Despite my protests (that perhaps would have carried more weight had I kept a straight face), she started flogging me, first lightly, as she got used to the flogger, but soon she was really putting in an effort!

Peals of laughter from both of us were interspersed with various yelps from me before eventually L's phone rang - it was T. I feel for him, as he was at home, having a quiet night once the kids were asleep, and wasn't really able to make much sense out of L's attempts to explain what was going on, between fits of laughter. After the phone call, L took the photo (attached), which I then sent to you and she sent to T. The different responses were very telling - L sighed a little amidst the chaos when T's response was primarily expressing concern about the circulation in my hands and feet.

It's not that he didn't have a fair point (although she'd already released me for that reason before his response came back), but her attempt to perhaps spark something in him by telling him about the events of the evening was clearly unsuccessful. She did take home one of my pieces of rope though, which I've heard has had some use (no details), so that's good to hear.

Once I was free again I was quick to grab hold of a mini-flogger that I knew about in an attempt to defend myself - albeit somewhat feebly - from her continued attacks. When describing the scene to people later, L referred to it is "a pillow fight with whips", which is pretty much what was going on.

Eventually I seized my moment and grabbed the long flogger out of her hands, eventually surrendering my little one as a consequence, but she had a secret weapon. Knowing exactly where my bruises were from the riding crop the night before, she went to town with the mini-flogger, half destroying the thing in the process, while I had varied success wielding the big one (in my defence, I was trying to avoid the sunburn that was fast emerging from her day at the picnic ;)

Eventually we both collapsed on the bed, still giggling, and mock-whining about various sore spots.

"Do you make such a fuss when Spike hits you with this?" She asked, running her hands along the big flogger.

I smiled.

"No. It's different. Different scene, atmosphere, everything."

"Does it--"

"Yes. It hurts more. It's just...different." I pre-empted her question.

She paused before responding.

"My arm hurts."

We erupted into giggles again.

~~~~~

The next time I caught up with her was on Sunday just passed, when we went to Sexpo together. That was an interesting day.

Sexpo is primarily aimed at the mainstream, often people (especially boys that have just - maybe - turned 18) that wouldn't normally go into a sex shop, or haven't done so yet, and it provides a "safe" first visit, because apparently "everyone's doing it."

There are some fetish and kink related stalls though, and they are usually grateful to see serious buyers, rather than the macho guys who pick up a tawse and try it on their unsuspecting friend at full force, having not a clue how painful it's going to be!

The first stop was to MJ's Toy Box, where L made good on her promise to replace my mini-flogger, and the one she got actually seems to be stronger and a bit thicker in terms of the suede tails, so it makes a good "little brother" to the lovely purple one.

I think L was quite enjoying exploring her Dominant side a little bit, to the point that I started to get just a bit defensive as it occurred to me that a few stall holders most probably assumed that we had a D/s arrangement. A few weeks ago that wouldn't have bothered me (though a few weeks ago I suspect it wouldn't have happened), but part of me wanted to go back to a couple of people and explain that it wasn't the case, that I had a Dom but he wasn't here, but I resisted. When we returned to MJ's later that day to buy a ball gag, however, I did make reference to it being something me and my Dom had spoken about...and felt somewhat vindicated in the process :)

By the end of the day, I'd bought some over the door straps with D-rings attached for hooking cuffs into, a set of two tethers that can connect wrist and/or ankle cuffs to each other, or cuffs to anything else (like bedheads :), a ball gag, the mini-flogger (care of L), a harness-type device aimed at making it easier and more enjoyable for both partners when in a doggie or doggie-style position and a Michael Ninn DVD I'd had my eye on for a while which was selling for $5.

We also sat down to watch "Pricasso", who paints portraits with his dick (not so exciting) and Susie Q, who is a beautiful pole dancer who did a Geisha-inspired ('loosely' inspired according to the well-read L) performance which was breath taking (particularly when she revealed that her chopsticks were in fact ornate nipple clamps - that definitely took my breath away! ;)

Back at my apartment, we looked through our respective bags of goodies and I wanted to test some of my purchases. First we tested the ball gag, which required another hole to be punched into it to make it tighter (although I suspect tying it over my collar would solve that anyway), which left L in stitches as I attempted to keep talking once it was on and done up tightly :)

Next we put up the over-the-door straps on the double doors leading to my little study and I went to put on my wrist cuffs to test it out (knowing full well what I was likely to be getting myself into). Essentially, I can confirm that the straps work very well, and even when pulled on hard they don't budge.

I discovered this once L helped me attach the cuffs to the D-rings, before disappearing to get the big flogger again.

Anyone that's spent 5 minutes with this girl will tell you that she has a dominant personality, but L has only really talked about a desire to submit in bedroom play, which is why this was an interesting experiment, because between Saturday last week and Sunday just passed, she's really discovered more of her sexually dominant side, even just between us as friends.

She was more hesitant to hit me with the flogger once I was literally cuffed up, arms spread high, against the door, perhaps because it had all got a bit more "real". She was asking questions about what you would do, where you'd hit me, what you'd say, and I was happy to answer. Finally she took a fair swing and hit me square across the back. That flogger makes a terrific sound (as you well know) and she was delighted with the result.

It wasn't long before we called an end to it, but I think it left her with a bit to think about and maybe, just maybe, eventually talk to T about.

~~~~~

Not surprisingly Sir, you hadn't been far from my mind that whole day. More accurately, perhaps, you haven't been far from my mind all week, but on a day like Sunday, everything was intensified and I was really missing you.

I was particularly grateful then to be able to talk to you on the phone that night, if only briefly, before spending a good part of the rest of the night playing around with my new tethers. I put on my wrist and ankle cuffs and tried out various positions, investigating what it felt like to be restricted in different ways. Anyone would laugh to watch me testing it all out myself!

I must confess that it was that night that I gave in to temptation and played with one of my clit toys, despite having not asked you permission earlier when we'd spoken, which I enjoyed, but later regretted. There have been a couple of occasions where I have done this since agreeing to always ask permission, and I plan to put that in a separate email, but that instance was probably the most irresponsible case for which I can only apologise.


So this email (writer’s block has *ahem* shifted?!) has been all about my little adventures with L and I'll save other discussions for another email, including my battle with the new restrictions, my thoughts on the "Story of O" which I watched on Friday night, details of my "play night" on Saturday after I got permission from you to play with my toys and watch a naughty DVD, and then Monday night, when you instructed me to wear the medium-sized butt plug for an hour in preparation for our next meeting.

Speaking of which, I'm hoping I still might be able to see you tonight, even if only for a catch-up or some impromptu fun, otherwise maybe this weekend?

My healing and meditation work has given me a particular capacity for simply sitting quietly if you ever want some late-night company in the office :)

Respectfully,
Dru xx