I needed… something.
I felt as if I had been through a lot lately. Nothing traumatic… but definitely emotionally draining when all stacked together. Stress from work and school were building, some personal stuff was swirling around a bit too much for my taste, and I felt a little disconnected from Deviant. I had traveled from one side of the country to the other and back again, and generally found myself busier than usual. I felt pulled, pushed, pressed, and scattered. It had a profound impact on my balance or, rather, lack thereof.
I hadn’t had as much download time with him as I had gotten used to, and it had been even longer since a subspace-inducing play session. I wasn’t complaining (though I am sure there were times I may have brushed against that line - cringe), because no matter what the situation or environment when I spend time with Deviant, we connect well and we get what we need from that moment; no one does it like Deviant.
Because I did feel like I needed something, something heavy, and I needed it from him, I asked for it.
He told me I would be punished… but not to the extent I would need the perfidious “punishment panties” again. Thank gods. I hate that red pile of thread; those panties, once so hot and fun, now meant only pain, shame, darkness. Even the word “punishment” – on its own – when coming from Deviant makes me shudder because my first thought is of that unwanted underwear.
Even with the caveat that they were not required for our session, I couldn’t get the image of the panties and what they put me through out of my head. It definitely had an effect on my headspace going into our session.
It all started a week before. I was out enjoying a mid-week happy hour with a girlfriend. The bartender liked us and our personal happy hour extended far past what other patrons were offered. We had such a good time, in fact, that I ended up taking her home to my apartment because there was no way she could drive home. (No, don’t ask. As much as the innuendo sounds good, we did not. Settled? Good.)
I was early. The grey weather persisted and subsequent influx of bad drivers to the Las Vegas valley had me worried about traffic and road safety. I left my house about 30 minutes earlier than normal and still arrived only 15 minutes early. His wife greeted me at the door and after chatting for a few minutes offered me a drink and said that Deviant requested I wait for him in the play room. I declined the beverage and headed upstairs.
Already waiting on the dresser were the requisite blue and orange plastic cups with ice water. I also noticed a switch on the floor, the Hitachi, and a few other items out of place. I lit the candles and put the toys away, then sat on the stool by the dressers. I waited, hands folded, listening to the shower down the hall and looking around the room. I always feel so cocooned there, so shielded, so protected. Odd? Maybe, considering I was there to be dominated physically and mentally, consensually injured. But I also know I am safe.
This session was not planned as much as it was… needed. My head was in a fog, I was a bit jumbled, and I was letting things bother me that did not deserve that kind of time. In truth, it was a mess of small things mostly, but between the mindfuck, the heartbreaking community service, some confusing inner monologues and a little inherent holiday sadness, it was all precariously unbalanced in my head and in my heart… I just needed some perspective, a little ego stroke, and a reminder that I was amazing, I could handle it all and then some, and I could take whatever it was that was thrown at me…. with a smile and maybe some glitter.
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I spent three days cringing, clenching, and panicking. I was not only assigned the task to edge (as in, almost there, but no orgasm allowed) no less than 12 and no more than 16 times, with the addition of an ice component after each instance… but I was also told we were going to do anal fisting.
Deviant: so since I broke your boob
Deviant: i’ll have to break your ass next. start preparing for some fisting :)
Gemini: I have no words
Deviant: i’m sure you will find a few
Deviant: so did you Google what’s in store for you?
Gemini: Not yet, but that’s the plan
Deviant: no need to, you’re not going to be able to do anything :)
Gemini: I am scared, looking at these
Deviant: it prolly won’t fit
Deviant: we sure are gonna try!!!
I spent three days and three nights downloading photos, watching videos, reading up on techniques, preparation, and potential harms. I bought a fresh, new enema kit in addition to some drug store enemas. I asked questions, I tried to mentally prepare, and…
I freaked the fuck out.
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