A Weekend Reflection

This weekend Miss and I had time away from everything, everyone else. We went to a different state. Two nights, two parties, more than two scenes. She bottomed to someone else for a hell of a needle scene. I was privileged to help ground her, to tell her what a good girl she was being, how pretty the noises she made were. The energy was intoxicating. And it’s a good preview of the energy coming up for a future session of needles for me with the same top.

The next day, Miss and I had a private scene involving a certain kind of machine, some objectification… the emotions I found on the other side of that scene are for a different writing, if I write about them at all. I admit, I am struggling with what I felt, even if I understand it better now. Less about the scene and more about some self-discovery, I suppose.

The night, however, was amazing. I will leave details of the dungeon out of the story and focus on Miss and I.

I had asked for something a little harder. For a while now, I have been feeling like I need less of a warm up when we play, that I want to play a little harder, a little deeper. So beyond a few swats with hand and flogger, we went straight into canes. Hard strikes with different canes. I think there was the thick rubber paddle in there somewhere. A dragon tongue too.

What stands out to me most was the energy behind me. The heat of Miss. The weight of the stares of people watching. The joy I could feel radiating out of me, connecting with her. There was laughter when I cursed at her…