This weekend was just... lovely. I worked Saturday and then Sir came and picked me up. We went to the Renaissance Faire on Sunday. Last year when we went, I got upset because basically - I felt I didn't look sexy enough for him, and it sort of put a damper on the whole thing. It ended up getting rectified a few weeks later at a Medieval Festival in New York City.
On the left is a picture of the dress Sir chose last year. It's an odd angle, but the only picture I have of that dress. On the right, is what I wore to a festival a few weeks later. I was so happy to be sexy for my Sir.
This year I suppose I settled upon a middle ground of the two. I wore a green halter dress and I made a fairy wreath for it. With the leftovers from making that wreath, Sir and I had a bit of fun.
The dress I wore for Ren Faire with Sir this year.
We tried on some of my corsets before selecting that dress, but I felt like a giant encased sausage in my black leather one, and it sort of sent my self esteem down the tubes. I have put on a bit of weight, and I suppose I was feeling it then.
I wanted something to jazz that dress up a little, so Sir brought me to the dollar store, and I made this wreath that cost about 8 dollars total. I probably could have done it for less if I thought about materials beforehand.
Oh, cats, they always get right in the way. I hadn't put that on the bed for more than a minute when it was his new nap spot.
I had some leftover crafting stuff when I was all done - some ribbon and some fake floral grass that we decided did not look good on my wreath. While Sir was painting on his own, I took those and made it into this:
I presented the new implement to Sir, who seemed amused. I know he likes it when I have a hand in my own torture. I had a job interview I was prepping for, so he set me at his computer while he got to plotting. When I was done he really amazed me with the scene he planned and implemented.
As a sidenote, I really dislike using the word scene when describing what we do, but I haven't yet found another appropriate term.
Sir put a blindfold on me and had me get face down half on and half off the bed. He swatted me a few times with the new toy, but then I heard him getting something else.
THWACK!
He struck my bottom so unexpectedly, and with such force that I cried out. He took the piece of rope that I was just struck with, and bound my hands behind my back. I missed rope. I missed the feeling of it sliding down your skin as he does different ties; the small bites it makes when it hits your body, the tug it gives as you squirm around, the marks it leaves around your wrists... all of it. After he had me bound, he returned my face down to the bed. He used the new toy, and flogged me on my ass, but he didn't stop there. He struck my calves, my thighs, my back, neck and feet. The feet especially hurt. The implement had a definite itchy sting to it. Just when I thought it was over, he had me turn over. He struck my belly, the fronts of my thighs, and my breasts. And my breasts. He had me stand on my feet while he continued to strike me.
The breasts were especially difficult for me to handle, and yet... it made me feel the most submissive. I was fearful, and nervous, but I put that aside and endured. For him. He had me get on my back on the bed and let me know that he was going to clamp my nipples. I got extremely nervous because it's not something we've done often. Being blindfolded definitely helped. I could focus on the sensation and how it wasn't really that bad instead of letting my eyes convince the rest of me that it was much worse than it is. This act definitely made me feel submissive. My fears, my pain, the anxiety, I gave it all to him.
Having the clamps come off is much more painful than putting them on, which he did a few times. I cried a little. Not big heaping sobs, just a few tears leaking. I liked the crying. I liked the emotional release it provided. I liked how vulnerable it made me feel. These tears were because of him, and for him. Sometimes I read about how others cry during/after a good spanking and how much better it makes them feel. I find that idea interesting, and I suppose I got a little taste of it here.
Sir took the clamps off, and had me come off the bed and onto my knees. He told me to lean forward. It was difficult the entire time to maneuver without sight. I kept going and eventually encountered little Sir, as I've affectionately come to call him. I was in an excellent headspace and tried my utmost to please. I remembered things Sir told me in the past, and had much focus.
Sir had me stop abruptly, and instructed me to get on the bed, on my knees. His bed is very wobbly so this was difficult. Upon bending down, I encountered pillows. How thoughtful. It also made me more certain of what was to come. I so enjoyed this position, and the entire interlude. Usually, Sir and I go at it in missionary, which I also like, but I suppose it seems like the ONLY position we're ever in. With all the time he spent working me up, I was ready to go, and there was little discomfort. With him holding me down, and taking his time, the entire thing was just so... delicious.
This was one of the best sessions we've had in a while. I liked that Sir took his time. I liked that he switched things up and kept me guessing. I liked the sensory deprivation. I enjoy all the things we do, but I loved the variety this weekend.
Going to the Ren Faire the next day was just icing on the cake.
This year I suppose I settled upon a middle ground of the two. I wore a green halter dress and I made a fairy wreath for it. With the leftovers from making that wreath, Sir and I had a bit of fun.
The dress I wore for Ren Faire with Sir this year.
We tried on some of my corsets before selecting that dress, but I felt like a giant encased sausage in my black leather one, and it sort of sent my self esteem down the tubes. I have put on a bit of weight, and I suppose I was feeling it then.
I wanted something to jazz that dress up a little, so Sir brought me to the dollar store, and I made this wreath that cost about 8 dollars total. I probably could have done it for less if I thought about materials beforehand.
I had some leftover crafting stuff when I was all done - some ribbon and some fake floral grass that we decided did not look good on my wreath. While Sir was painting on his own, I took those and made it into this:
I presented the new implement to Sir, who seemed amused. I know he likes it when I have a hand in my own torture. I had a job interview I was prepping for, so he set me at his computer while he got to plotting. When I was done he really amazed me with the scene he planned and implemented.
As a sidenote, I really dislike using the word scene when describing what we do, but I haven't yet found another appropriate term.
Sir put a blindfold on me and had me get face down half on and half off the bed. He swatted me a few times with the new toy, but then I heard him getting something else.
THWACK!
He struck my bottom so unexpectedly, and with such force that I cried out. He took the piece of rope that I was just struck with, and bound my hands behind my back. I missed rope. I missed the feeling of it sliding down your skin as he does different ties; the small bites it makes when it hits your body, the tug it gives as you squirm around, the marks it leaves around your wrists... all of it. After he had me bound, he returned my face down to the bed. He used the new toy, and flogged me on my ass, but he didn't stop there. He struck my calves, my thighs, my back, neck and feet. The feet especially hurt. The implement had a definite itchy sting to it. Just when I thought it was over, he had me turn over. He struck my belly, the fronts of my thighs, and my breasts. And my breasts. He had me stand on my feet while he continued to strike me.
The breasts were especially difficult for me to handle, and yet... it made me feel the most submissive. I was fearful, and nervous, but I put that aside and endured. For him. He had me get on my back on the bed and let me know that he was going to clamp my nipples. I got extremely nervous because it's not something we've done often. Being blindfolded definitely helped. I could focus on the sensation and how it wasn't really that bad instead of letting my eyes convince the rest of me that it was much worse than it is. This act definitely made me feel submissive. My fears, my pain, the anxiety, I gave it all to him.
Having the clamps come off is much more painful than putting them on, which he did a few times. I cried a little. Not big heaping sobs, just a few tears leaking. I liked the crying. I liked the emotional release it provided. I liked how vulnerable it made me feel. These tears were because of him, and for him. Sometimes I read about how others cry during/after a good spanking and how much better it makes them feel. I find that idea interesting, and I suppose I got a little taste of it here.
Sir took the clamps off, and had me come off the bed and onto my knees. He told me to lean forward. It was difficult the entire time to maneuver without sight. I kept going and eventually encountered little Sir, as I've affectionately come to call him. I was in an excellent headspace and tried my utmost to please. I remembered things Sir told me in the past, and had much focus.
Sir had me stop abruptly, and instructed me to get on the bed, on my knees. His bed is very wobbly so this was difficult. Upon bending down, I encountered pillows. How thoughtful. It also made me more certain of what was to come. I so enjoyed this position, and the entire interlude. Usually, Sir and I go at it in missionary, which I also like, but I suppose it seems like the ONLY position we're ever in. With all the time he spent working me up, I was ready to go, and there was little discomfort. With him holding me down, and taking his time, the entire thing was just so... delicious.
This was one of the best sessions we've had in a while. I liked that Sir took his time. I liked that he switched things up and kept me guessing. I liked the sensory deprivation. I enjoy all the things we do, but I loved the variety this weekend.
Going to the Ren Faire the next day was just icing on the cake.
Wow, sounds like an action packed weekend! I've seen people play with clothespins and it makes ME flinch just seeing them come off. I get what you mean about calling it a "scene." I use that term a lot because it's generally understood so people know what I'm talking about. But I don't like how it sounds a bit like something that's acted out, because when it's happening it's certainly very real.
ReplyDeleteExactly. I use it because I don't have a better word, and I could be wordy, but that doesn't help!
DeleteAw, thanks! I think you've hit the nail on the head! Scene - it just seems not as real, not as deep or personal for what we do. Scene seems more appropriate for a play partner; someone who you just play with and have nothing more - no deep personal connection and/or relationship.
ReplyDeleteThere needs to be a better word for this!