Wow, sorry I’ve not posted for a few days guys, life has been pretty crazy around here for various reasons. Firstly, my kitty came out of the vets on Monday, so there were lots of strokes and snuggles for him for the rest of the day. Then other crazy real life stuff to deal with on Tuesday, and finally, an old friend visited yesterday, and it’s that which i want to blog about.
W and I used to be good friends, and regular play partners years ago, but for various external reasons, we drifted apart and lost touch with each other. However, it seems that he has been occasionally following my career of exposing myself on the internet, and requested to be added to my messenger so he could view PigCam. Of course I added him and we started talking, and found that the old spark which was between us was still there. So after talking lots over the past couple of weeks, we decided to meet up and see if that spark was still there when we were face to face.
Waking up yesterday morning I was so unbelievably nervous. I did a few last minute chores around the house and after a couple of cups of tea, started getting myself ready for his arrival. Hair straightened, make up on, dress on, and I got a phone call saying he was going to be a little late due to the bad weather. Ok, fair enough. I tried to distract myself by playing games on facebook, listening to music and playing with the cats until there was another phone call
“I’m about 5 mins away”.
That’s when the real panic set in, but I kept myself busy, put the kettle on, and put my stockings on. Now, I HATE stockings. Can’t stand the things. They roll down, fall down, end up all baggy around the knees and are generally pretty uncomfortable. But he likes them, so on they went. Before I knew it, a final phone call “I’m outside”. More panicking, but I took a couple of deep breathes and went down to open the door. It was strange to open the door and see him standing there. Kinda like nothing had changed, except for the fact that several years have passed since we last saw each other.
He came in and after a long cuddle, I felt less nervous and had stopped shaking. We settled down for a chat and tea and cakes (cinnamon buns – yum!!) , and it soon became apparent that the spark was there between us. It didn’t take long before cuddling lead to kissing, which lead to more. We both wanted more, but certain things were off limits, so we weren’t able to get entirely what we both wanted! But it was great to be so close again. And after much more chatting and snuggling and kissing, (ok, and bratting) I found myself over his knee getting a very enjoyable spanking. Pushing me, then backing off a little, then building up more. Stopping for a quick chat about books as he looked over my bookshelf (me still draped elegantly – ok, sprawled and giggling – over his knees), then more spanking, getting my bum thoroughly warmed up. We both agreed it was nice to participate in spanking purely for the fun of it without having to worry about lighting and camera angles (He does a fair bit of spanking on various websites). After that, we moved on to less spanking related persuits. The soft leather floggers came first, which were very yummy. Then we worked our way up to the more painful implements, the wildcat, quirt, barbed flogger so I was in a quite masochistic headspace before the finale – the singletail.
The singletail is one implement i dont have a lot of experience with, and I have to admit to being rather scared of it. He moved me to the middle of the room, allowing me to lean on a chair to keep my balance and asked if i was ready. I nodded, and it started. Gently at first, building up the intensity. I don’t remember if I screamed, I know I moaned as I felt the whip land each time, feeling at the same time as if it was slicing through me, and setting my whole body on fire. As the intensity built, I started to cry. Tears of pure emotion, cleansing me and letting me release all the stresses of the past week. I remember my legs buckling beneath me at one point, I fell to my knees, sobbing gently. He came up behind me and helped me stand again, before carrying on. When I felt like I couldn’t take any more. I took two more strokes, for him, before he came over to me and wrapped me in his arms and held me while I cried.
We had a little time for snuggling and recovery, before it was time for lunch, and in his case, a cigar. While he was smoking it, i knelt on the floor by his feet, holding the ashtray (though he prefered to use my mouth and tits) and i felt so peaceful and calm, and beautiful, even covered in ash and with make up that had run half way down my face. It was a great feeling and something I look forward to doing more in the future. We are both huge fans of The Training of O and The Upper Floor, so I can see things like that becoming more of a feature of our play as time goes by.
Unfortunately we didn’t have much longer for snuggling and stuff after that as he had to get on home, so we said our goodbyes and I got myself dressed and curled up to reflect on the day. I was totally exhausted, but after a couple of good orgasms with my trusty pocket rocket while remembering what we’d been up to, i felt much more awake and ready to go and get back on with the boring processes of real life!
