Sir and I have been planning a dinner get together with Mason and Susanna, or Suzie as we call her, for a few weeks. I was making my signature chicken piccata with yummy lemon sauce that has capers in it. Their arrival is getting close and I go to change.
“sassy please wear your red heels and a dress with no panties.” Sir tells me.
“Yes Sir” I say in stunned tones, as the red heels is usually a signal of play time, not dinner guests. I get dressed in a short black dress and no panties of course. This dress goes nicely with the red heels. Plus, my collar is red so it all matches. As Mason and Suzie are friends of ours from our local BDSM Club. Suzie is a fellow sub and we are great friends!
Today’s tasks were infinitely more challenging. As I was working from home I was to wear no panties and a butt plug all day and spend time in self-bondage of handcuffs for at least an hour. These seem simple enough and previously I agree I would be able to comply with ease. It’s been a while since we have had ‘play time’ so this did present a challenge. One I could achieve, still a challenge.
I had forgotten how wanton and the perpetual state of arousal it is to not wear underwear all day! When Sir walked into my place tonight I was immediately in his arms kissing him, and had I not been finishing a work call I would have been undressing him at the door. So finishing my call while he was here was challenging, to say the least.
Sir and I are one of those couples that live the lifestyle when we can. Let’s just say timing has NOT been on our side lately.
Sir and I have had a long spell of not having ‘play time’ and due to life, tasks have not been a priority. As we both have a great deal of work and life stressors happening it is more than understandable. Life happens. Today that all changed! Tasks are back! YEA!! As you can tell I am so very excited to see if I can live up to expectations.
This is a fun challenge and way to help out our fellow bloggers! Thank you to Aranab for nominating me for this award!
To answer Aranab’s questions:
- What are you working on right now?
- New story line that has been lingering in my mind for a while.
- What is your end goal with blogging?
- What is the best advice you have ever received?
- Write each day, no matter if it makes sense or not, just write!
“sassy, what is your favorite reward?” Sir asks with all sincerity. My mind wanders instantly to my very favorite reward of all, sucking him.
The first image that crosses my mind is being on my knees in front of him and my hands bound. I look up at him and feel myself already anticipating what I will get to do, knowing I cannot start until he says so. The anticipation is so great, knowing what’s to come. His knowing smile, the glint in his eyes and my returning hungry gaze all compile into this air of seductive anticipation that makes me quake on the inside. I feel the restraint of my hands, the floor beneath my knees, my nipples hardening in the seductive air. He steps forward and I smile more broadly and he places himself in my open and greedy mouth.
I have had an idea for a new writing for days, I mean seriously days, perhaps a week! I finally have time to write and sit down write a few pages and I do write. Then I re-read the pages and it’s garbage! I kinda want to tear up the pages however since I have typed them all I can do is delete and start over.
I give Dave a halfhearted hug as I am naked for heaven’s sake! Dave is very tall and very well built, like someone who works out for hours a day. He has always been very intimidating to me simply because of his stature is so imposing looking. Sir he is well built and dark haired that has begun to turn a bit grey, so very sexy! He has these very expressive steel blue eyes. Dave is more South Beach type of look.
As Dave chuckles and releases the hug I quickly get to Sir’s side making every attempt to hide myself from Dave’s eyes, yes I realize that there is NO hiding in clear blue pool water. Plus, there is a side of me that is so utterly turned on right and it is contrary to what my mind is screaming to me. If I were to be listening to my mind I would be in Army tent with heavy glasses.