New toys, new top!
Before I start… forgive me, but I forgot who commented, “I hope Mr. Possible becomes Mr. Definite.” Well, it seems he has. And because I never liked calling him Mr. P (that makes it sound like he’s into golden showers. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but not my thing), I’m going to refer to him from now on as Mr. D.
Last week, I’d heard from my pals at Cane-iac. It had been a while, and they wrote that they were sending me a couple of new items to test. Excellent! They included links to the two new toys: the Yellow and Red Holed Paddle and the Dragon Tail Whip Jr. (I know the word “whip” sounds scary, but if you look at the implement, you’ll see that it’s made of suede and it’s buttery soft. Stings, though.)
The P.O. tried to deliver the package this weekend but I wasn’t home, so I picked it up today after the gym. Once home, I was in a hurry to get ready for Mr. D and I didn’t open it, figuring we’d do that later.
“Later” came later than expected; he was running late due to work, and then had to leave his place in the peak of afternoon traffic. So instead of getting here at 4:00, he got here at 5:05. I wasn’t upset or anything; stuff happens, and he was good about letting me know so I wouldn’t worry. But oh my gawd, was I nervous, sitting there and waiting. And waiting. Agggghhhh. But finally, he arrived. This time, he had a backpack with him. Toys! And a new camera.
I told him about Cane-iac and the new goodies I’d received, and he grinned. “I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do,” he said. And he pulled a soft leather blindfold out of his bag.
(He’d asked me beforehand how I felt about blindfolds and restraints. I told him I was fine with them.)
“I’m going to put this on you and then open your package. You’re going to feel the new things before you see them.” I was game. So he tied the blindfold on. I grumbled about my makeup, but I really didn’t mind.
He opened the box, read me the note they’d enclosed to me, then led me carefully to the hallway door. And then put my wrists in soft restraints.
He used a couple of his own toys, plus that yellow & red paddle. That one is made of acrylic, not wood, but good GAWD, is it solid. It packed a wallop! He didn’t start out hard with it, of course. In fact, he started out so light that I made my usual crack about starting any time now. Me and my big mouth.
When we were planning our date, I’d emailed him on Friday afternoon. The weekend passed, and I didn’t hear back from him. So Sunday, when I got home, I texted him, “Hey! Read your email, dammit. 🙂 ” I put a smiley face on it and everything. Really, you’d think someone would get the message and think, ooops, I didn’t check my email, my bad. But noooo. Seems he took exception to my text. I had to repeat those words a few times. Ouch. Clearly, he has a top’s sense of humor. In other words, everything I think is amusing, he doesn’t, and vice versa. Humph.
He checked in often, and reminded me to breathe. I have a bad habit of holding my breath sometimes. After a while he let my arms down and led me into the bedroom, still blindfolded, where he took my dress off and laid me on the bed. Then he slipped another kind of restraints up each leg, and cuffed my hands to my sides. It held tight, but it was comfortable.
And then I proceeded to break one of his toys. 😀 Right out of the gate, first play time! I was laughing so hard, I nearly fell off the bed.
He asked where my toys were — I keep some in a drawer and some hanging in the closet, so I started him with the drawer (we can use some of the closet stuff another time). He retrieved my hairbrush, plus a leather and wooden paddle, and removed the blindfold so he could see my face and eyes.
Funny how I stopped laughing around that time.
That yellow & red paddle is evil, folks. It’s pretty, but it’s ouchy. Not thuddy, like a heavy wooden paddle, but it’s more solid than leather. When he started with that again after a dose of my other three toys, I groaned, and I found I couldn’t keep still under it.
(How about this for the Cane-iac site, huh, guys? 😀 )
He paused. “Do you need a rest? Or do you want me to go on?” I had reached the point where I couldn’t think straight anymore. “I don’t know!” I moaned.
“All right… I’ll decide for you. I think maybe a little more.” And there was another hard flurry with the paddle.
It was so sudden, I shocked myself. But I burst into tears. The right kind. Not of agony, not of betrayal because someone was too harsh with me, but of release. Just a few more, and he stopped. Came over and knelt down at the foot of the bed, so his eyes were level with mine. Stroked my face and my hair, wiped my tears. Kept whispering, “It’s OK. You’re OK. I’m here. I’m here. I’ll take care of you. I’m not going anywhere.”
Which, of course, made me cry harder. Such a short time he’s known me, and he already knows my Achilles heel.
Don’t go away. Please.
But people do go away, because they have to. Because things happen and people’s lives run parallel for a while, then veer off in different directions. It’s life. Sometimes, it just @#$%ing sucks. So we grieve, and at the same time, we try to remain open to new possibilities, new friends, new kindred spirits. It seems I have found one.
He stayed with me for a long time, just holding me, talking with me. Gradually I calmed down and soon I was laughing again. But I was also feeling that euphoria, like I could close my eyes and drift off. The most relaxed I’ve been in two weeks.
I’d say the first scene went well, wouldn’t you? You be the judge. Do I look happy?
Thank you, Mr. D. I like you. I look forward to next time. Tonight, I will go to bed with that familiar stinging and soreness, and slide into sleep peacefully.
And thank you, Cane-iac! 🙂