"Toppy Knows Best"??
No, I’m not stating that as fact. I’m repeating something that actually came out of Steve’s face today. If I hadn’t already been horizontal, I would have keeled over laughing.
We are definitely back in gear, kids. Today was delicious, even with an unexpected interruption.
As always, we had a nice long hand spanking on the couch, one that practically put me in subspace on its own. During that portion of our scene, his phone rang, but he ignored it. While I was resting before Round 2, he checked messages. Turned out he had to deal with something right now.
I watched him switch gears, go from Top mode to Responsible Adult mode, making calls, dealing with the issue that had come up, sending emails, making more calls. Every now and then, he’d look over at me and mouth, “I’m sorry.” What could I say? Life stuff doesn’t take a break just because we want to escape from the world for a few hours.
This went on for about a half-hour, and I figured, oh well. There won’t be any Round 2 after all. He’ll be too preoccupied, the mood is lost, he’ll be stressed, etc. At least we got to play some, if not all we wanted. I tried hard to swallow my disappointment.
When he finished with his final call, he sighed, rubbed his eyes, put his glasses back on and straightened, glancing at me. His brow had unfurrowed. “Ready for the ottoman?” he asked.
Huh?? “You up for that?” I said, incredulous. “Sure, are you?” Well, duh, of course I was. “I’ve taken care of everything I can for now, except you. Your turn.”
Feeling my enthusiasm bubbling up again, I settled myself in position on the ottoman while he went to get two toys: my leather paddle and that @#$%ing Licking Stick. Damn, I hate that thing. But I was so happy that we were going to play some more, I didn’t even mind that. Much. And I didn’t even feel like bratting him. Much.
“Are you getting what you need?” he asked. “I need you!” I gasped, flinching from the implements and welcoming them at the same time. “You’ve got me,” he assured. “I’m right here, taking care of you.”
No tears today, either. I was too blissed out. Oh, and during Round 2? His phone rang again. Twice. I kept waiting for him to stop and answer it. But he didn’t. ♥
We did have our silly moments, of course. Most of them after the scene was over. His aftercare today including biting. Yes, you read correctly.
“I just want to bite that bottom,” he mused. “You know, I think I will!”
And he freaking well did. Those circles are his teeth!!
|Look close; see my hand turned up, like I’m saying “WTF are you doing?” 😀|
“Put those legs down…”
Me, being a ham and striking poses…
(No, he didn’t spank me in that pose. And no, he didn’t spank me with my remote control. Just that damned stick and the paddle.)
All good things must come to an end, though, and at last I had to get to my feet.
He couldn’t linger this time, but it was OK. He stayed long enough to hold me and let me come down. I’d gotten what I needed, and he’d gotten his own stress release. Win-win. 🙂
The biting thing? Welllllllll, I’ve always liked a little nibbling. And just this past weekend, John referred to me playfully as his “chew toy.”
(Yes, that’s his artwork on my neck.)
Prize of the day goes to a FetLife commenter, regarding the bites on my butt. “He’s obviously not on a glute-free diet!”