A Cry in the Dark

Monday, July 03, 2006

an excerpt from the "other" journal....

As you opened your bag to check what was there, I started to get nervous and excited, all at the same time. What would you pull out? when you knotted the string on my nipple, I could tell from the smile on your face that you had a plan I might not like. As you pulled it around my neck and knotted it around my other nipple, the pressure was unbelievable. Not really painful at first, but not comfortable. The look on your face said it all. You seemed to be enjoying it tremendously, especially as I was squirming from the pressure and twinges of pain as you pulled on it.

When you removed it, I was happy but sorry. I was glad to have the pain and pressure come to a halt, but wanted to keep that smile on your face. The next thing out of the bag was your flogger. The few swipes across my breasts had some sting to them, but no real pain. Again, the smile on your face thrilled me. It's almost as if THAT smile is mine and mine alone. Something you would never share with another. Something only I do for you....

Next, you put the collar on me and told me how well it suited me. I can only hope you find pride in your ownership when you see it on me. I think you must, as you had me leave it on when we went to get dinner....

...Having to strip is always hard, especially when I know you are staying fully dressed. I always wonder what you see and think of when you are inspecting me. Do you see my flaws and accept them? Or do you see something good and positive....

...How I wish I had a recorder in my head to record every minute with you. Writing it down like this means I'm glossing over so many moments that hold such meaning to me. The moment you put the collar on me. The way you made it so snug. The feel of your hands as they touched me once it was on. The sound of your voice. The memories become a kaleidoscope, mixed in together, flashes and pieces blended in. The sensations become blurred, no begin and end points....

....Why do I do this? Slide from total comfort in our relationship to feeling lost? Where does it come from? Why can't I hold on to those moments where I feel so loved and cherished....

....Silly, isn't it? How good it feels just to be sitting beside you watching TV. There's such a comfortable feeling, like everything is right in the world. Easy. Relaxed. Hearing you laugh. Seeing your smile as I get you a drink. Loving that twinkle in your eye as you tease me. I want moments like this to last forever....

Posted by WistfulWench :: 9:44 AM :: 7 comments